Flirting

Chapter 11

"No, it's not your fault, I won't let you die."

"Then you kill him! Don't worry, I will accompany you. Think about it, if the father dies, his entire inheritance will belong to our husband and wife. At that time, you can do whatever you want , no one dares to look down on you, and no one dares to say anything wrong about you."

"Really? But... I dare not."

"Don't worry, it's okay, you just need to listen to me."

Zhao Shiliu held his head in his arms and comforted him gently, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Because success or failure is here.

If this matter is brought to light, the two of them will have no way out.

Although he had already spread the news that his father led five thousand elite soldiers to sneak into the city and lie in ambush outside, only waiting for the inside and outside to cooperate and take He Wang's palace city in one fell swoop.

But when the matter came to an end, he was a little hesitant, not because he was afraid that the assassination would fail, but because he was afraid that this fool would hate him.

However, he has never been a person who looked forward and backward, and soon, this trace of hesitation was suppressed, and he could not be found.

The sky is getting brighter, and you can hear the brisk birdsong outside the window, and those clever birds are jumping back and forth on the trees.In the morning light, mottled tree shadows fell on the wooden building, shadowy and indistinct.

At night, He Chonghai prepared the jewelry and delivered it to Zhao Shiliu in person. When he saw He Yanxi standing beside him with stiff limbs, he showed a feeling of disgust.

But Zhao Shiliu's attentive attitude towards him made him very useful, so he sat down at the table, and the maid waited on him and served the food and wine.

Some innocuous words were spoken at the table, but He Yanxi didn't make a sound, but just leaned his head against the table, almost knocking it on the table.

But under the table, his hand holding the dagger was trembling, almost unable to hold it.

Zhao Shiliu was flattering He Chonghai and said many beautiful words, which made him very happy, when he heard a soft sound from He Yanxi, something fell to the ground.

Looking at his face, it was all pale.

"What's wrong?" He Chonghai suddenly sensed a strange atmosphere from his unusual expression, and his eyes wandered between the two of them.

Zhao Shiliu laughed, and said, "The chopsticks fell off the table." He bent down, picked up the dagger, and secretly pinched He Chonghai's foot with one hand.

He Chonghai understood immediately, put aside the doubts just now, and looked at Zhao Shiliu with very explicit eyes.

He Yanxi's face was even more ugly, he almost couldn't sit still, but he still sat in his seat, staring at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, without moving.

Zhao Shiliu took the opportunity to stand up and toasted He Chonghai, saying, "I offer a glass of wine to my father, and wish my father a long life and peace."

He was wearing a wide-sleeved dress, holding a wine glass in one hand, and the other hand was vainly wrapped in the sleeve.

Seeing him approaching, He Chonghai quickly stood up and took a step towards him, but saw him staggering and fell forward.He quickly stepped forward to support him, not wanting him to roll into his arms, the cold light flashed in his hand, and the dagger stabbed in.

He Chonghai only felt a sharp pain in front of his body. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and his hand was covered with blood. He immediately yelled and fell to the ground.

The guard next to him hurriedly lifted him up and put him on the chair.The rest drew out their long knives to capture Zhao Shiliu.

This change was too fast, almost an instant thing.

He Yanxi looked at his father, then at Zhao Shiliu, and shouted softly, "Don't hurt him."

The two long knives over there slashed in front of Zhao Shiliu. He dodged it with a flash, and then kicked out with a leg, and heard a sound of bone cracking. On the ground, unable to struggle.

He slapped the backhand again, hitting the man's arm, grabbed the man's arm, grabbed the weapon, and slashed at his shoulder, killing him.

At this time, Zhao Qian, who had already ambushed outside the city, led five thousand elite soldiers to sneak into the palace in the dark, and was caught off guard.

The sound of fighting came faintly from the side of the main hall, and someone recklessly broke into the room, shouting: "My lord, it's not good, Zhao Qian's men came in."

After the man finished speaking, a long knife swung at him, blood splashed everywhere, and his head rolled at He Chonghai's feet.

Outside the door, Zhao Qian's men had already surrounded them.

"King He is here, whoever kills him will be credited first!"

The guards couldn't care less about Zhao Shiliu, and quickly helped He Chonghai to fight out the back door.

Zhao Shiliu still wanted to chase after him, but He Yanxi put his arms around his waist. When he turned his head, he saw his clear eyes, begging, "Sister, forget it."

He smiled, pinched He Yanxi's chin with one hand, restored his original clear voice, and said, "What a good boy!"

For a moment, He Yanxi had no idea what happened.

He only knew that the foundation that his father had worked so hard to manage for decades was wiped out overnight.

And the wife he married happily was just a secret work to assassinate his father!Any kindred spirits are just a play.

Although King He's palace city was occupied by Zhao and his son, He Chonghai fled. He also had Rebachong, Kaibachong and others under his command to command other areas of Xizhou City.

However, Dong Chongshan, the chieftain king of Mingzhou, had already united with Zhao Qian.

Wang Dongchong wanted Xiluo, a territory close to Mingzhou after he captured Xizhou, and Zhao Qian readily agreed.

After He Chonghai escaped from Miyagi, he was defeated and went to Mengdong. About a hundred soldiers were stationed here, so they guarded the camp.

Zhao Shiliu led his troops in pursuit, but He Chonghai was defeated and fled again. He went to Xiluo, wanted to ask Wang Dongchong for help, and was besieged and killed.

After that, all the generals under He Chonghai surrendered to Zhao Qian one after another, and all the territories belonged to Zhao Qian.

Therefore, Xizhou was re-planned and named Jinxi, Shixi, Fuxi, Lingxi and Yuanxi, collectively called Xizhou.

He also conquered and flattened the remaining parties of Wu Zhuuchong, Rebachong, Kaibachong, etc., all of which were annexed by Yu.

He Yanxi was detained in a small wooden room. He didn't know what was going on outside, but he knew that he had become a prisoner.

A prisoner with no way out.

At first he felt resentment, but also fear, but as time passed, these complex emotions gradually faded away, and only one thought gradually became clear in his heart.

He wanted to see Zhao Shiliu and see him again.

But every day, except for the person who delivered his food, no one else came here.He didn't know what was waiting for him, and he didn't know how to meet him.

But he didn't eat well, and the already thin person looked even thinner, his face was pale and colorless.

About a month later, that afternoon, he was lying on the bed, his whole body was exhausted, just depressed.

Someone opened the wooden door, and a ray of soft warm light came in and fell on his pale and thin face.

His eyes were deeply sunken, his cheeks were dry, without any flesh and blood, his hair was piled behind his head like dry grass, and his face.

But he didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes to see who was walking in, he just rolled his eyes hopelessly and moved slowly towards the door.

Then, he saw Zhao Shiliu.

At this time, he was dressed as a man, although his face was soft and beautiful, but his sharp eyes would not make anyone think of belittle and flirtatious.

He held a food box in his hand, opened it on the table, and took out the food inside and laid it out one by one.

"I think you must be hungry."

He Yanxi smelled the aroma of food, which made him slowly stand up, picked up the crutches leaning against the bed, went to the table and sat down.

Seeing the sumptuous meal, he was a little happy, but also a little scared, and asked, "Is this my last meal?"

Zhao Shiliu's eyes kept falling on his face, and there was some distress in his eyes. He felt that the atmosphere between them was too oppressive, so he winked at him playfully and smiled easily: "I hope not. "

He Yanxi didn't look at him, but silently pawed at the food, even if he was about to die, he had to satisfy his appetite first.

But he is not stupid, he is just a little inferior and cowardly, and he dare not express his opinion.He knew that he was King He's son, Zhao Qian had no reason to let him go.

If he was alive, King He's subordinates would most likely use him as a puppet to incite other people to make trouble with the excuse of revenge.

Although Zhao Qian had captured Xizhou, he hadn't fully settled down yet, and any slight disturbance might threaten him.

"My father, did you kill him?"

"Yes, your father's subordinates have also surrendered." Zhao Shiliu paused before saying, "In two days, I will leave here and go to Zhongxi Prefecture. Father appointed me to rule this place."

He Yanxi didn't know what to say, just lowered his head silently, and murmured a little foolishly: "Sister Shan'er, I want to see her."

"There is no girl fan, I lied to you."

"I know, I know...but..." He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Shiliu.

His expression was so sad that it almost made people feel unbearable.

Zhao Shiliu felt very sorry, and explained somewhat deliberately: "I'm sorry, but for my father, I have to do this."

"So... are they all fake? All the feelings are fake?"

Zhao Shiliu was speechless, he stared at this man a little dumbfounded, scenes of the past flashed in his mind, but more, what he felt was shame, he almost didn't want to think about it.He thought that he would never use such means as a man disguised as a woman in the future.

"No It's not all fake, I think you are a very good person."

"But... what if I really like you?" He Yanxi bit his tongue and said these words, he was almost about to cry.

He felt that he couldn't refuse Zhao Shiliu's charm, whether he was a woman or a man, they all had a fatal attraction to him, which frightened him and fascinated him at the same time.

Zhao Shiliu didn't react to this sentence right away, he felt surprised, but not because of the meaning of this sentence, but because of He Yanxi, he felt that he knew him well, and he couldn't say this boldly at all. people who talk.

But, he's speaking out now.This made him feel very strange, the feeling was very subtle, and he couldn't tell what it was.

He felt that he had misled him by pretending to be a girl fan, and caused him to be confused, and he had to take responsibility for it.

So he held his shoulder with one hand and comforted him very gently: "It's okay, you're just a little confused, it's my fault."

Feeling his kind attitude, He Yanxi carefully leaned towards him, like a child seeking his mother, leaning on his shoulders.

He said with some confusion: "I don't know..."

Zhao Shiliu put his arms around his shoulders, and his palms fell on his shoulders. Those slender fingers always made him easy to have illusions.

Turning his head, he could see his slightly drooping eyes full of tenderness, his nose bridge, and his narrow lips, which were slightly pursed.

Maybe it was out of a dying determination, maybe it was something else, he suddenly raised his face and pressed his lips against his, the lips and teeth were warm.

Fleeting dizziness.

Zhao Shiliu slapped him away with one palm, and he followed the chair to the ground and fell to the ground.

Even though he was very embarrassed, he smirked indifferently, touched the corner of his mouth lightly with his fingers, and said with some pride: "I kissed you."

Zhao Shiliu was annoyed by his frivolous attitude, especially his obsessive attitude, which made him feel humiliated like a woman who was molested by a prodigal son, and reprimanded him: "Be sober, and if you dare to be presumptuous, I will kill you." Kill you."

Turn around and leave here.

He Yanxi immediately put away that stupid attitude, and climbed forward in a panic, hugging his left foot.

He begged in a low voice: "No...don't go...I don't dare anymore, I'm afraid, you can stay with me, just for a while."

Zhao Shiliu looked down at him, he curled up on the ground, his humble appearance looked so pitiful, but he couldn't feel any sympathy at this moment.

He felt that he was annoyed by this person, but he couldn't tell exactly what he was annoyed with.

He said firmly, "Let go."

"Then you don't go."

He didn't speak, fell silent.

He Yanxi put his head on his boots and touched them lightly. Suddenly, he raised his face slightly and pressed his lips against the top of his boots.

"God, please forgive me."

Zhao Shiliu felt that something in his heart was broken at this moment.

"The gods forgive everything."

But it didn't mean he accepted his love, he was just a little surprised.When he was at his feet, it admittedly gave him a sense of excitement, but he was weak, so the excitement was poorly dampened.

But who can prove that it is not like it?

He lifted the toe of the shoe and pressed it against his chin, which allowed him to look down at him from top to bottom, and see his pious and longing expression clearly.

"Will you always be faithful to me? I am your father-killer after all."

"I would like to be your slave."

So a smile spread across Zhao Shiliu's face, which made his handsome face even more radiant.And it was this kind of beauty that captivated He Yanxi, making him willing to give everything to get this beauty.

"You know, my father appointed me to rule Zhongxi Prefecture, and I will take you with me."

He Yanxi held his shoes with both hands, and shed tears pitifully.He seems to have been living in an embarrassing environment, reducing his sense of existence by lowering his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes.But only this time, he did it voluntarily.

So Zhao Shiliu stretched out his hand to him, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if giving charity, and pulled him up from the ground.His fingers slid down the hem of his shirt, as if dusting it off, or as if it was a deliberate tease.

But the vague caress made He Yanxi very excited, he straightened up slightly, wanting to feel this touch more.

But Zhao Shiliu quickly withdrew his hand, and the unnecessary smile disappeared from his face: "Let's go, you don't have to be locked up here now."

Turning around, with a tall and straight posture, he strode towards the door with big strides.

So He Yanxi followed step by step, like a slave following his master, like a beggar chasing a rich man, and even more like chasing an infatuated woman in his heart.