Chapter 50: After abandoning the poor little apprentice 10 He was afraid that he could not bear it...
Fu Wei broke free from Rong Jiao's hand and slapped the other half of his face without hesitation.
The two slap marks are really symmetrical.
"Are you drunk or crazy, Rong Jiao? I am your teacher! I am not someone you can humiliate at will!"
Fu Wei has lived for so many years, but this is the first time he has been so angry. He is really blind. How come he didn't realize that Rong Jiao is a bastard with a beast in human skin!
These two slaps not only failed to wake Rong Jiao up, but made his eyes brighter and more excited.
Rong Jiao licked his lips and said, "My sincerity to you is known to all. I am willing to use the kingdom as a betrothal gift to marry you as the Queen of Da'an."
Such Fu Wei always makes his heart beat faster.
Whether it was on the street five years ago, Fu Wei rode a tall horse and led soldiers into the city, smiling and full of vigor, attracting countless people's attention.
It was still the Marquis' Mansion that day. Fu Wei stood against the light, his red dress more gorgeous than the peach blossoms outside the window. He spoke his promise word by word in a sonorous voice.
He said that he was the wise ruler he chose.
Or maybe it was because of the daily interactions they had later on, Fu Wei's blatant preference and care for him, and her repeated protection, that made Rong Jiao fall in love with Fu Wei.
In this city of Kyoto, which is full of intrigue and calculation, it turns out that there are people who can live so brightly and flamboyantly.
As soon as she appeared, she captured all his heartstrings.
Rong Jiao knew that what he did was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
and……
He is the emperor, he owns the vast territory, the whole Da'an belongs to him, why can't Fuwei be his.
The hearts of emperors are indeed the same.
But what Rong Jiao wanted was Fu Wei.
Fu Wei uttered a "Pah" and sneered, "This broken kingdom of yours was brought to you by me. Otherwise, do you really think it's your turn to sit on it?"
Seeing Fu Wei's face flushed with anger, Rong Jiao still smiled happily. He said softly, "Yes, it was given to me by the teacher. Everything I have belongs to the teacher. The teacher's sincerity towards me is truly evident to all the world."
He could give Fu Wei everything, but Fu Wei must be his.
Rong Jiao was really shameless. Fu Wei was too lazy to argue with him. The most important thing at the moment was to find a way to get rid of the medicine and leave the palace.
When we return to Mobei, the emperor is far away and Rong Jiao will not dare to act rashly.
At worst, he could just rebel!
Thinking of this, Fu Wei closed his eyes and began to meditate, concentrating his mind and gathering his energy, mobilizing the internal strength in his body to wash away the effects of the medicine.
Rong Jiao was not in a hurry either. He was like a child who finally got the toy he had always dreamed of and began to tease Fu Wei in various ways.
Sometimes he hooked up Fu Wei's long hair and played with it with his fingertips, sometimes he tentatively touched Fu Wei's cheek, sometimes he deliberately blew air into Fu Wei's ear, and finally he became bolder and bolder, and his movements became more and more rough.
He pulled off the red hairband, and his black hair fell like a waterfall, held in Rong Jiao's palm as if holding the finest silk.
After playing with it for a while, he fiddled with the accessories on Fu Wei's waist belt. With a light flick, the waist belt embroidered with red lotus in gold thread loosened. It was about to be torn off. Fu Wei, who was concentrating her energy, was so scared that she suddenly opened her eyes and held down Rong Jiao's misbehaving hand.
"Rong Jiao, you'd better stop."
Looking at Fu Weiwei's slightly untied collar, Rong Jiao sighed with some regret, and said with a playful look in his eyes, "What if I don't want to?"
Fu Wei was too lazy to pay attention to him. She held down her shaky waist belt with one hand and put one hand on the table, trying to stand up.
But it doesn't work.
No one knew where Rong got the medicine from. As he forced himself to circulate his internal energy, the pain did not get better and he felt worse and worse.
Rong Jiao did not stop him, but leaned slowly back on the purple gold chair, supporting his chin.
He was not worried that Fu Wei would actually escape.
As expected, Fu Wei took only two steps before his legs went weak and he fell down.
As if it was premeditated, the floor was covered with high-quality wool blankets, and Fu Wei didn't feel any pain at all when she fell on the ground.
Fu Wei got up again stubbornly.
This cycle repeated several times until Fu Wei finally ran out of strength and fell on the carpet. Rong Jiao then slowly stood up from his seat and walked to Fu Wei. He picked up Fu Wei with a look of heartache, brushed away the soft hair wet with sweat from his forehead, and looked at his face as beautiful as a peach blossom.
"Teacher, are you tired?"
Fu Wei: "Get lost!"
Rong Jiao chuckled, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as well as an unquestionable determination: "Teacher is always like this, high and mighty, acting recklessly. Even I can only look up to you. If I hadn't resorted to such despicable means, how could I possibly have you?"
Fu Wei sneered: "Don't make your dirty thoughts sound so high-sounding. I don't have a student like you..."
Rong Jiao likes to listen to Fu Wei talk, even if she is scolding him.
"Well, I'm disgusting, I'm vulgar, I'm a disrespect to my teacher and ancestors." Rong Jiao followed Fu Wei's words very well, "Teacher, promise me that you will scold me like this when we get to bed, okay? Not only will I be angry, I might even be more excited."
Now I am the fish on the chopping board.
Fu Wei was so angry that his face was black as water, but he was helpless and could only threaten: "Rong Jiao, if you dare, I will definitely kill you!"
Rong Jiao held Fu Wei in his arms, and used his actions to tell him whether he was afraid or not.
He kissed Fu Wei.
It was like eating a piece of sweet cake, chewing and tasting it repeatedly, absorbing every inch of the fragrance and sweetness inside, from shallow to deep. It was gentle and lingering, but also extremely domineering, and did not allow Fu Wei to resist at all.
Before she knew it, Rong Jiao's body was pressing down, and the woolen blanket on the ground was grasped tightly by Fu Wei, making her unable to resist or move at all.
The pair of strong and powerful hands had already opened his collar, and the clothes slid down his shoulders like water and piled up in his arms. The hands then touched the skin as white as jade. Rong Jiao's body trembled violently due to the stimulation, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes. Tears couldn't help but slide down.
At this point, Fu Wei finally understood that Rong Jiao was not joking.
A sweet aroma lingered on the tip of my nose, and the candlelight in the hall flickered.
Fu Wei sank completely into the soft wool carpet. He heard a sound that was almost a scream, and his face turned bright red like rouge. Tears slid down his face due to the stimulation. In front of him was a shaking world, and he could hardly see clearly what was in front of him.
He could only still feel that he was being imprisoned, kissed, and possessed.
Fu Wei went to many places that night.
There was a velvet carpet on the floor, a table covered with wine cups, and a dragon couch that symbolized the glory of the emperor.
In the end, his mind was blank and his eyes were dazed. He was influenced by Rong Jiao and did things that he had never dared to think about before.
Who would have thought?
Fu Wei could never have imagined that the emperor he had carefully selected five years ago would one day disregard the moral principles between master and disciple and forcibly take him for himself.
I don’t know how long it took, but this extremely absurd affair finally came to an end.
Fu Weilei fell into Rong Jiao's arms and fell asleep quietly.
Rong Jiao felt more satisfied than ever before.
He lowered his head and kissed the corners of Fu Wei's red eyes affectionately, and his heart almost softened.
He owned the country and finally got his master.
No, not anytime soon.
He wanted his master to be his only queen.
In the future, they will stand together at the pinnacle of power and be worshipped by the people. Even after death, they will be buried in the same coffin and the same mausoleum.
…
Fu Wei was locked on the dragon bed by Rong Jiao, with black iron chains made by Rong Jiao on her ankles. The incense burning in the bedroom was something that could make people lose their martial arts skills.
Rong Jiao personally took care of his food, clothing, and daily life, and even bathed and changed his clothes.
Now in the huge bedroom, Fu Wei could not see any palace maids or eunuchs except Rong Jiao.
Fu Wei is not crazy yet, but he thinks Rong Jiao is crazy.
That day, Rong Jiao came to Fu Wei with an imperial edict.
"Teacher, this is the edict I asked someone to draft to confer the title of Queen. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, I will immediately order someone to revise it."
Fu Wei didn't even glance at Rong Jiao. He was rubbing the chain on his ankle with a golden hairpin in front of Rong Jiao.
However, the gold hairpin was too soft and it bent beyond recognition after just a few strokes.
Fu Wei threw the golden hairpin to the ground with a look of disgust, not even bothering to glance at Rong Jiao.
Rong Jiao was amused. He grabbed Fu Wei's red hand and blew it on his lips, like a good husband who loved his wife.
"Teacher, please be good and stop grinding. Your hand is red. Does it hurt?"
Fu Wei couldn't persuade him and chose to ignore him.
Rong Jiao continued to ask: "Don't you like the imperial edict?"
Fu Wei sneered.
Rong Jiao nodded seriously: "It seems that they don't like it. I also think it's not well drafted. I will ask them to draft a new imperial edict right away, okay?"
Fu Wei finally couldn't stand it anymore and sarcastically said, "Rong Jiao, are you crazy or have you gone mad?"
Rong Jiao was puzzled: "What?"
Fu Wei: "You went to great lengths to beg for this throne from me. Now that the Liu family has fallen, it's time for everything to be revived. Do you think that by imprisoning me here, you can secure the throne for yourself?"
"Now you want to be crowned queen, are you really afraid that others will pull you down?"
Rong Jiao smiled without showing his teeth: "I'm not afraid."
In the past, he often couldn't understand the actions of those foolish emperors. Why would they give up their beautiful country and love those beauties instead?
But since he met Fu Wei, he understood.
As long as Fu Wei stays by his side, he can do anything. He wants to give Fu Wei the best, even if it means losing his kingdom.
Fu Wei was so angry that he felt a little disappointed in Rong Jiao when he saw his playful smile on his face. So he also smiled and raised his hand to slap the tyrant.
Rong Jiao licked her lips and seemed to be happier instead of angry.
"Since the teacher has already spanked me and scolded me, and now that he feels comfortable, can you please let me feel comfortable too?"
"Rong Jiao!"
Rong Jiao's hands honestly untied Fu Wei's belt.
…
Even though Fu Wei was reluctant, Rong Jiao still set the wedding date, issued an edict to confer the title of empress, and had the weaving department rush to make the wedding dress overnight.
The news that Marquis Yongning and His Majesty were in love and planning to get married spread throughout the nine provinces in just a few days, sparking heated discussions among countless people.
Although some people say that it goes against the moral code, there are not many real voices of opposition. After all, it is not uncommon for a man to marry a male queen in the previous dynasty. What's more, the man he married was not a concubine who would bring disaster to the country, but the Marquis of Yongning who was devoted to the country and the people.
The people were also happy to see it.
Because of the wedding, Rong Jiao became busy and was often not in the palace for the whole day.
At the beginning, Rong Jiao still trapped Fu Wei, but in the end he untied the chains and allowed Fu Wei to walk in the palace. However, the drug in her body was not removed. Not only did she lose all her martial arts skills, but her movements were also much slower than those of ordinary people.
But this was good news, and Fu Wei was thinking of ways to contact his people, but he never expected that his people had either rebelled or been eliminated by Rong Jiao.
They were not killed. Most of them were sent to serve as officials in local areas. The one or two who remained were insignificant and could not play much of a role.
For a moment, Fu Wei really didn't know whether he should feel grateful for his own good teaching or that he had brought trouble upon himself.
It was said to be a ceremony to crown the queen, but it was also a wedding. According to the rules, the newlyweds could not see each other for the first three days. So even though Rong Jiao was itching to do so, this emperor, who had always been unruly, obeyed the rules for the first time and rested in the imperial study for the past few days.
Red candles flickered in the bedroom, and wedding characters could be seen everywhere. The palace was covered with red silk, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.
Fu Wei, wearing her outer robe, noticed something was wrong as soon as she walked into the bedroom.
There is murderous intent.
He paused and was about to leave slowly and quietly when a sharp blade with a cold glow came towards him from behind!
The clothes on his shoulder were torn, leaving a gaping wound. Blood flowed freely. Fu Wei cried out in pain and fell to the ground. There was more than one person in the hall! They didn't even give Fu Wei a chance to react, and they rushed towards him with murderous eyes.
The hall was cleaned up very cleanly, and there was nothing left for Fu Wei to defend himself. Fu Wei could only twist his body suddenly, roll to the side in embarrassment, and pick up the candlestick on the table with great effort.
Fu Wei's face turned pale. Now that he had lost all his martial arts skills, he was no match for this group of people.
“Someone come!!!”
No one answered Fu Wei.
They should have been dealt with in advance.
Fu Wei held the candlestick tightly and tried to bargain: "Who are your masters? Whatever they promised you, I will give you ten times as much!"
The group of men in black didn't even blink and continued to attack Fu Wei!
The blood flowed more and more, and the wounds became more and more numerous, and before he knew it, his underwear had been soaked. There had been so many times on the battlefield where his life and death were at stake, but Fu Wei never thought he would die. But now, he felt powerless all over and really felt that he was about to die.
In the end, Fu Wei fell on the stairs in a mess, his underwear was stained red, he vomited blood, and even the easiest breath was painful.
The unsheathed blade reflected the warm light of the candle, but it was bone-chillingly cold, and the knife slashed towards Fu Wei fiercely.
If nothing unexpected happens, this knife will chop off Fu Wei's head.
Fu Wei closed his eyes and thought with some emotion, he had been arrogant and domineering for more than 20 years, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would die in such a miserable way.
"bite--"
The sword in the assassin's hand was smashed to pieces, and only a heart-wrenching cry was heard. Rong Jiao's eyes were red as he killed all the assassins and rushed towards Fu Wei in a panic.
He looked at Fu Wei covered in blood and roared, "Call the imperial physician, call the imperial physician, where is the imperial physician, where is the imperial physician!"
Fu Wei started coughing violently, vomiting blood continuously. Hearing Rong Jiao's words, Fu Wei sneered, "The heart meridian is broken, and life is gone. There's no need to waste your energy."
He is about to die.
Now that I have the energy to chat with Rong Jiao here, it is just a last hurrah.
Rong Jiao cried heart-wrenchingly and wanted to cover Fu Wei's wounds, but there were so many wounds that she couldn't cover them at all.
"Fuwei, Fuwei..."
Fu Wei was not sad at all. On the contrary, he smiled happier than anyone else: "Why are you crying?"
"Rong Jiao, isn't it all because of you that I'm in this situation? If it weren't for your selfish desires, how could I be trapped here with all my martial arts skills gone?"
"It was you who made me lose my ability to protect myself, and it was you who made me a prey on someone else's chopping board. You killed me with your own hands, didn't you?"
"Why are you here again, crying wolf and pretending to be sympathetic?"
Rong Jiao didn't know how to answer. He kept apologizing, blaming himself, feeling guilty and regretful.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fu Wei, I was wrong, I was wrong, can you give me another chance, please give me another chance, let me save you!"
"You asked me to save you, you asked me to save you, and when you get better, I'll let you take revenge on me however you want..."
Fu Wei: “Really?”
Rong Jiao cried and wailed, "Yes, yes! I'll let you go. I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you're alive."
"But I can't live anymore." Fu Wei's eyes were ruthless and resolute. He endured the impending end of his body and smiled strangely, "But you can die with me."
Without waiting for Rong Jiao to think, Fu Wei suddenly picked up the broken sword that fell beside him. It was the assassin's sword, and now it was broken by Rong Jiao, so it became blunt and difficult to use.
Fu Wei was now on the verge of death, and his inner strength was finally unrestrained, so the last thing he did before he died was to thrust the broken sword fiercely into Rong Jiao's chest.
It hurts a lot, it hurts really badly.
Rong Jiao's face turned pale with pain, and he looked at Fu Wei in a daze.
Fu Wei held on to her last bit of strength and looked at him: "Rong Jiao, I told you, if you dare to betray me, I will do my best to kill you."
For some reason, Rong Jiao was not surprised at all. His eyes were still tender. He held Fu Wei's hand and slowly exerted force until the blunt knife pierced his chest, until he could hug Fu Wei, until his blood and Fu Wei's blood merged together and could no longer be distinguished from each other.
Rong Jiao actually smiled with relief, without a trace of complaint in her tone, and murmured to herself, "That's really great. Will we never be separated again?"
To grow old with Fu Wei, die together, and be buried together is what he has always dreamed of.
Is Rong Jiao really crazy?
Fu Wei, who was being hugged, really couldn't understand what made Rong Jiao so crazy that he would not regret living or dying.
But fortunately, he didn't have to think so much. When his life came to an end, Fu Wei used her last bit of strength to whisper in his ear: "Rong Jiao, I regret choosing you."
His eyelids drooped, and Marquis Yongning ended his short and glorious life.
Rong Jiao started crying.
It was unknown how long it had passed before the imperial physician finally arrived, but Fu Wei had already died. The knife that was inserted into Rong Jiao's chest, although it looked fierce, had perfectly avoided all the vital parts of the human body, allowing Rong Jiao to survive.
I'm afraid only Fu Wei can do such precise techniques.
In the end, Fu Wei still spared Rong Jiao's life.
It was not for any other reason, because he knew that if Rong Jiao died, the world would be in turmoil again, and that would be the true end of the country.
Later, Rong Jiao found out that the assassins were the remnants of the Liu family who hired the killers to kill. Rong Jiao followed the clues and completely wiped them out.
Rong Jiao understood Fu Wei's intention to spare his life. After Fu Wei's death, he worked tirelessly, day and night, and finally fulfilled Fu Wei's promise.
The rivers are clear and the seas are calm, and the times are prosperous and peaceful.
Rong Jiao also adopted a son from the Fu family's side branch, named him the crown prince, and taught him carefully.
Fifteen years after Fu Wei's death, Rong Jiao passed away when the prince was still a young man.
Before his death, he told the prince not to bury him and Fu Wei together, because he was not worthy and Fu Wei did not want to be buried together. But he really wanted to be closer to Fu Wei, so he asked the prince to bury him in the mausoleum next to Fu Wei.
This went on for many years with wind, frost, rain and snow.
People still remember the Yongning Marquis who was able to stabilize the country with his military power and maintain peace with his literary talent, and they also remember the emperor who worked hard day and night, but they only forget that they were just one step away from becoming husband and wife.
…
When he woke up from the illusion, Rong Jiao's face turned pale with fright. He didn't even dare to look at Fu Wei who was sleeping on the futon.
Emperor Beichen squatted to the side, holding his head and crying, "How could this happen? It shouldn't be like this! According to my imagination, you two should have developed feelings for each other through your daily interactions, and eventually fell in love with each other, becoming a beautiful story of an emperor and empress. How could it turn out like this?"
This damn emperor is totally incapable of accomplishing anything and is more likely to cause trouble than success. Rong Jiao really couldn't swallow this anger, so he chased Beichen with a sword in hand. Looking at his posture, it seemed like they were going to fight to the death!
Beichen also knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to fight back and could only flee in embarrassment: "How about this, I help you erase his memory, okay?"
Without waiting for Rong Jiao to answer, the sleeping Rong Jiao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
He listened to everything that was said.
Rong Jiao was so frightened that he stood there in a daze and knelt down in front of Fu Wei.
Beichen stood aside cautiously, not daring to speak.
Fu Wei's eyes were as cold as mountain frost and snow. He was shaking with anger, and there was a raging rage hidden deep in his eyes. Around his body, red lotus fire had jumped out, burning fiercely. Everything indicated that Fu Wei was in a very bad mood.
But Fuwei still suppressed them all.
Fu Wei stood up and asked, "Are you Emperor Beichen?"
Emperor Beichen said with a guilty conscience, "It is this Emperor."
Fu Wei pointed at Rong Jiao and nodded calmly: "He was born with glass bones. It is not a loss for you to teach him."
Emperor Beichen looked at Fu Wei in shock and asked incredulously, "You want me to preach to him?"
Fu Wei took out the Immortal Demon Sword, placed it on his neck, and threatened, "Stop talking nonsense. Will you teach me or not?"
Emperor Beichen immediately said, "I will pass it on, I will pass it on."
"Very good." Fu Wei put away his sword and walked out without hesitation, not planning to stay here any longer.
He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would kill Rong Jiao!
Rong Jiao, who was kneeling on the ground, could not help but clench his fists and lower his head, but did not dare to speak to keep Fu Wei.
When Fu Wei passed Rong Jiao, he said coldly: "I will wait for you outside the country."
"Yes." After Rong Jiao agreed, Fu Wei's body turned into a stream of light and left.
Rong Jiao knelt on the ground, his eyes red as if blood was dripping out, and his body completely limp.
It's over.
It's all over.
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