Liu Zhang approached the hot body, the heat waves surged, and the breath erupted from his mouth kept hitting Fu Shou's face. Fu Shou closed his eyes in despair, but he didn't feel what was expected for a long time.*.*

He opened his eyes slightly and saw Liu Zhang staring at him with wide eyes. He grabbed his breasts tightly, as if he had no idea.

"You... can't go down." Fu Shou mustered up his courage and shattered.

Liu Zhang came to his senses, suddenly bounced up, leaving Fu Shou's body.

"The Queen is sorry for the crime." Liu Zhang rubbed his forehead while bowing, but his head still felt a little painful, but when he saw who he was pressing underneath, Liu Zhang was already awake most of the time.

Fu Shou sat up. He thought Liu Zhang would kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake, so he pretended to scold him. But the person in front of him said four words in a hurry, and he was just trying to rub his forehead, as if he was trying to remember the pressure just now.

Just like my own situation.

Fu Shou cursed Liu Zhang in his heart, and had to say to Liu Zhang on his own: "Forget it, the sir said that the emperor's uncle is nervous and will do some irrational things. He is not intentional. I will not care about it...

…Well, you are not allowed to say it.”

"Yeah, okay, no," Liu Zhang said while rubbing his forehead. He felt uncomfortable standing on the ground and actually sat on the bed.

Fu Shou stood up like a frightened rabbit, feeling a little angry, offending the queen is a serious crime to destroy the nine clans. Even if he just bullies an ordinary girl and bullies someone, he should always be a little apologized, but he only cares about himself, as if he is still begging him.

It's the same as not saying it out.

"If it is spread, my reputation will be lost, and you Liu Zhang and the Sichuan Army will be even more unlucky."

Fu Shou felt resentful, but seeing Liu Zhang rubbing his forehead, he couldn't help frowning: "Is the head uncomfortable?"

Liu Zhang nodded silently.

Fu Shou picked up the facial towel that fell on the bed, but he felt that it was not in line with his identity after picking it up. But now he was even more embarrassed to let it go, so he soaked it in the water and went to wipe it for Liu Zhang.

Seeing that Fu Shou was about to wipe his forehead, Liu Zhang was sober that he didn't want to bear this reputation. He grabbed it with a big move and grabbed Fu Shou's white onion-like jade fingers. Fu Shou suddenly retracted, thinking that he was suppressed by the man in front of him just now.

Below her, her face turned red.

After wiping his forehead, Liu Zhang threw the mask into the basin, raised the pillow, and half lying on the bed. Fu Shou had forgotten Liu Zhang's rudeness and said softly: "Are you better?"

Liu Zhang shook his head: "It would be fine if I wiped it. That would be really good. I know that my illness will get pierced when it hurts, as if my head is about to crack in the middle. It won't be cured until that moment passes.

Yes, but…”

Liu Zhang paused for a moment. Looking at the white roof of the tent, he said leisurely: "There was a girl who used to play the piano for me whenever I got sick. Her piano sound was really beautiful, like a spring water with warmth. When I was

Hearing her piano sound, it will be very quiet..."

Liu Zhang remembered Qu Lingchen, who was as white as snow. When she was between the green mountains and green waters, she focused on gently plucking the strings. It was so beautiful. I don’t know where she is now, or whether I know that I will leave this world.

Liu Zhang looked sad. When a person reaches the end of his life, he will find how much concern he has and how beautiful his life is.

"How many girls do you like?"

Fu Shou suddenly asked a question, pulled Liu Zhang back from his thoughts, and stared at Fu Shou in a daze, and Fu Shou's face turned red.

"One, two, three...six." Liu Zhang counted it, and the images in his heart floated through his mind one by one, Huang Yueying, Xiao Furong, Huang Yue, Qu Lingchen, Cai Ming, Fan Lixiang...

Fu Shou turned his head, knowing that men have three wives and four concubines, not to mention that six powerful figures like Liu Zhang were already embarrassing, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

"I can't play the piano, but I can draw. Don't move. I'll draw a picture for you to divert attention. Maybe the headache will relieve a little." Fu Shou said.

"Is this your diversion of your attention when you draw, or is it my diversion of my diversion?" Liu Zhang curled his lips, but now he doesn't have to do military affairs, and he has nothing to do, so it's okay to let her draw.

Drawing is quite fresh.

Fu Shou took the brush, set up the easel, and copied it as Liu Zhang lies on his back.

"Be happy." Painting is Fu Shou's interest and the only sustenance of the lonely life in the palace. Once you pick up the brush, you will soon be involved, forgetting your identity and the other person's identity.

Liu Xie took his portrait of him seriously a few years ago. Perhaps because of Cao Cao's pressure and the irritability in the dark palace, he could no longer calm down and let Fu Shou's portrait be.

Fu Shou hasn't painted it for a long time. He was seen by Cao Cao's people and rarely even saw the scenery. The flowers and plants in the Xuchang Palace were so familiar that they could not be more familiar with them, and they really couldn't be interested.

At this time, facing Liu Zhang, who was so consistent with the image of the emperor, Fu Shou suddenly wanted to draw the last look of Liu Zhang. If the Han Dynasty could revive, in Fu Shou's heart, Liu Zhang would be the biggest minister of the revival of the Han Dynasty in four hundred years.

, and his status is far higher than Huo Guang and others.

"Do you think I can be happy?" Liu Zhang curled his lips.

"It seems that you are not a person who just recruits women to fill out houses. How did you know those six girls?" Fu Shou asked while drawing.

"Ask what this does?"

"Different your attention."

Liu Zhang suddenly felt that his head was not so painful. I don’t know if it was over or whether Fu Shou’s method of diverting his attention was really effective.

"Rong'er met when she was fighting against Wuxi Man. At that time, her father was killed by the rebel party..."

Liu Zhang talked until Qu Lingchen. When he remembered that night of Guiyang, he really didn't know how to speak. Fu Shou obviously didn't pay attention. He stopped his brush and raised his head and said, "You talk about Military Advisor Huang first."

In fact, what Fu Shou wanted to hear was about Liu Zhang and Huang Yueying. Although Fu Shou also felt that it was superficial to judge people by their appearance, she was really curious about how Liu Zhang liked such a girl.

"Yueying..." Liu Zhang suddenly fell silent. Everything with Huang Yueying seemed to be very dull. From the first time she met her at Huang Yueying's wedding to her joining the Sichuan Army, she walked all the way, and before she knew it, Liu Zhang discovered that she had seen it once.

Huang Yueying shivered and disappeared.

Liu Zhang didn't say anything. Fu Shou stopped the painting that he picked up and looked at Liu Zhang: "What's wrong with you?"

"Empress, you and Your Majesty have been dependent on each other for so many years. If, I mean, if, there is no intention of offending Your Majesty, will you be sad if Your Majesty leaves you? Have you thought about how to go in the future? Will you resent him?

Have you not lived your whole life with you, leaving you alone?"

"Your Majesty..." Fu Shou said, if Liu Xie left him, would he be sad? Will he be afraid?

Before Fu Shou began to think about it, Liu Zhang said to himself: "A woman follows a man for the rest of her life. It is a very irresponsible behavior for a man to leave early. I know I am sorry to Rong'er and Yue'er.

But I have no regrets about this. From the beginning, I knew the result and what will happen in the future. It’s not something I can think about, but do you know?"

Liu Zhang looked at Fu Shou, and the look of loss on his face made Fu Shou stunned, and he actually forgot to tell him not to move.

"I've obviously been ready for this day, and choose between a great cause and a private relationship, resolutely chose the former, thinking that I can walk openly, but until now, I really feel so sad, especially when I see

When it comes to Yueying, it’s so sad.”

Outside the tent, Huang Yueying walked towards the tent alone, arranged military affairs, and sent troops to attack the camps north and south outside Chang'an City. Guan Yinping said that Liu Zhang called his name when he was unconscious and asked him to go there.

At that time, Huang Yueying smiled at Guan Yinping disregarded her attention and explained the matter carefully before she got out. However, as soon as she stepped out of the tent, Huang Yueying couldn't help but speed up.

Hearing Liu Zhang and Fu Shou talking inside, Huang Yueying asked the two soldiers at the door to keep silent and stood quietly behind the tent.

"Every time I see Yueying, I have to deliberately avoid some topics, talk about military affairs with her, and confront the Cao army. We are sure to win and laugh.

But she didn't know that every time I was laughing, I felt extremely sad. How long can I laugh after laughing with her for the last part?"

Liu Zhang lowered his head and took a deep breath: "When you walk together and see the country, and when you part with your beauty, you only realize now that I have emotions that I can't let go, and regrets that I can't give up. I can't be with the woman I like until I die.

She once said she wanted to marry me three times, and then she knew that I would not agree, so she took it for granted.

I once knew she would not accept it, and I said she liked it three times, but when I realized that she might agree, I never dared to say it again, not afraid of her refusal, just afraid that she would worry about it and not be able to walk the future path..."

Liu Zhang suddenly fell silent, raised his head, and tried to prevent his tears from falling. After a long time, he said, "But, I don't want to die, I'm afraid of death."

The sound is sad.

Seeing Liu Zhang's raised face, Fu Shou could no longer write. He looked at the man in front of him quietly. Who was he like? How much did he suppress the great cause in his heart?

With so many emotions, for the sake of great cause, no wonder his condition is getting worse and worse.

Huang Yueying's body slid down weakly outside the tent, and tears slid down involuntarily, "You only know that you don't care about me, do you think I'm that stupid? The real stupid one is you, do you know, in order to let you go with peace of mind

, I don't want you to know, I really care about you."

A group of people came from afar. Huang Yueying quickly stood up, wiped away her tears, and did not enter the tent, and her face calmly walked from the other direction.

Seeing Diao Chan bringing the doctor in, Fu Shou hurriedly picked up the brush and continued to paint a portrait of Liu Zhang.

The doctor took the pulse, just like Fu Shou said, headache attacks are inevitable and are "normal" and cannot be cured.

After finishing the whole portrait, Fu Shou stopped at Liu Zhang's eyes.
Chapter completed!