Dandere General and his Lord

But he has always been like this, and it is not something that can be changed in a while.

Cheng Qianye tapped Xiao Xiu on the head, "Don't think too much, go, go to Weibeihou with me."

Cheng Qianye led Xiao Xiu and a group of entourage, and led the huáng horses, to the Xingyuan station of the Marquis of Weibei.

At the door of the Xingyuan, there was a circle of people, watching a slave take off his trousers and hit a board on a bench.

Two big men with red upper body, holding red lacquer long sticks, one left and one right, sticks like rain, from a distance only the tortured person can be seen, the lower body is bright red, and the blood even drips down the edge of the bench. The answer falls.

Cheng Qianye didn't dare to look, and was about to walk around.

When jiāo passed by by mistake, he saw that familiar azure blue from the gap in the crowd.

Mo Qiaosheng?

The person being tortured was Mo Qiaosheng?

Cheng Qianye pushed the crowd away and saw the pure and translucent sapphire, drenched in a dazzling pool of blood.

"Stop!" Cheng Qianye stopped the torturer.

Traveling to this slavery society, I saw too many injustices and cruelties.

But Cheng Qianye always felt that he was too busy to take care of himself, that he was unable to manage, and could not manage.

She has always used an ostrich mentality to avoid the cruelty of this world.

At this moment, facing such a bloody Shi nüè, Cheng Qianye was struck by this filthy world for the first time, arousing righteous indignation in his heart.

Mo Qiaosheng lay motionless in front of him, his hair was soaked with cold sweat, covering his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

Cheng Qianye carefully broke his chin and parted his wet black hair, revealing his pale face.

I touched it lightly with my hand, but fortunately there was still a slight breath.

I saw Mo Qiaosheng opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw it was her, his wet eyes brightened a little. His lips trembled slightly, and he was speechless.

Cheng Qianye gritted his teeth, sorry for being late, I will definitely take you back.

"Haha, why did Duke Jinyue have a spare time today? His presence here really makes this old man flourish."

Cheng Qianye raised her head and saw three old men who disgusted her, walking towards her.

The first person was Mo Qiaosheng's master, Weibei Hou Huayuzhi.

"I happened to be passing by and wanted to visit Duke Hua." Cheng Qianye suppressed his emotions and began to fight with these people, "I don't know what this slave did?"

"Hmph, it's all my fault for my lack of discipline. I originally wanted Er Gong to have fun, but who knows that this ignorant thing would dare to bite Han Gong's finger." Hua Yu turned cold and pointed at Mo Qiaosheng. Said, "Beat me hard until I die!"

Before Cheng Qianye could speak, Han Quanlin stopped first, "Hold on!"

Han Quanlin's fingers were tied with gauze, faintly showing blood.

With his thin face full of anger, he quickly walked to Mo Qiaosheng's side, grabbed his hair, raised his face, and twitched the muscles on his face, saying shyly,

"I want to die! It's not that easy. I'm going to torture him so much that he can't live and die, and make this vile beast regret his stupid things!"

Cheng Qianye grabbed Han Quanlin's thin wrist, gritted his back molars, and suppressed the churning anger in his heart.

Han Quanlin let go of his hand and threw Mo Qiaosheng back on the stool, "What advice does Duke Yue of Jin have?"

Cheng Qianye turned sideways, blocked between him and Mo Qiaosheng, and bowed his hands to Hua Yuzhi, saying bluntly: "This slave has served me all night, I am very satisfied with him, I don't know if Hua Gong can give up his love, and will Did he transfer it to me?"

Han Quanlin snorted coldly, "Young Master Yu, don't be too ignorant. Everything has a first come and last come, this slave, Hua Gong has promised to let me deal with it. Are you trying to rob the old man? It is your father, in the old man. You can't be so rude in front of you."

Cheng Qianye felt a hand behind him, grabbed the leg of his trousers, and shook it gently.

Cheng Qianye looked sideways, Mo Qiaosheng's clear eyes were begging, staring at him nervously.

She and this young slave, although not much in contact. But she knows that this is a person who is restrained and reserved, taciturn, and is not good at expressing his emotions.

In Cheng Qianye's impression, he hardly ever heard a word from him, or even saw him show overly obvious emotions.

At this moment, even though he was steaming with a deep black that represented fear and fear. But he also at most gently shook his clothes as a request.

"If you want to talk about first come, first come, I have hired him first, so it's me who came first." Cheng Qianye calmed down, took a business negotiation attitude, jumped away from Han Quanlin, and spoke directly to Mo Qiaosheng's owner Hua Yu.

Hua Yu hit haha, "Two virtuous brothers, it's not worth fighting for a lowly slave. There are all kinds of beauties and Luan Chong in my account. Don't hurt the peace."

Chapter 9

"I heard that Duke Hua is more like a BMW than a beautiful woman." Cheng Qianye said with a smile, she waved her hand and let the entourage lead the horse, "This horse is called Huáng Pyu, and it can travel thousands of miles a day. It is said that a BMW is a horse. As a gift to a hero, I look at this horse, and only heroes like Duke Hua can match it. If Duke Hua gives up his love for this slave, I will give this horse to Duke Hua as a thank you.”

Xiao Xiu was shocked, he glanced at Mo Qiaosheng, and whispered to Cheng Qianye: "Master, this horse is left by the old marquis, how can it be given to others at will, just to replace a slave. This is terrifying. The hearts of those veterans."

Cheng Qianye glanced at Mo Qiaosheng.

"It's okay, people are more important than horses." Cheng Qianye responded casually, she didn't have time to explain slowly with these ancient people who had inconsistent views.

Hua Yu saw the huáng horse, and he was very handsome. Between the screams and roars, there was a state of flying into the sea, and he was overjoyed.

Rubbing his hands together, he said, "How dare you exchange a crippled slave for such a god horse."

As soon as he clapped his hands, he walked out of the two rows of neatly arranged queues. The column on the left is a column of beautiful men of different shapes, and the column on the right is a beautiful girl with bright colors.

They are either enchanting or clear-cut, all of them are raised with ice skin and jade skin, and their bodies are soft and beautiful.

Hua Yu pointed at Mo Qiaosheng and said, "This slave, when I was angry for a while, didn't keep my hand. Looking at his state, he is already a half-crippled person, and it is useless for a virtuous brother to take it. There are many good-looking people here. The talented beauty and Luan Chong, the virtuous brother can choose one or two from the other."

Cheng Qianye was about to speak when he saw Mo Qiaosheng struggling from the bench and trying to get up. His arms were trembling, his teeth were clenched, and he tried his best to prop up his upper body, as if he wanted to prove that he was not a half-crippled person.

But in the end, it was unable to sustain, and poured back into a pool of blood.

He was lying on the bleeding wooden chair, his long hair scattered, gasping for breath, his eyes closed tightly, full of pessimism.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Qianye couldn't bear it anymore, so he touched his head lightly, comforting his frightened heart, "I only want this slave."

She bowed her hands at Han Quanlin: "I really like this person very much, and I also ask Mr. Han to not care about me and give up his love for me."

Seeing that Hua Yuzhi agreed, Han Quanlin had no choice but to go down the hill and nodded his head.

Cheng Qianye and Huayu immediately wrote a contract document for the resale of slaves.

With a wave of his hand, the entourage and the chair are carried away together.

Carrying a bloody slave, Cheng Qianye hurriedly walked back under the astonished eyes of everyone.

She knew that this matter would spread throughout the city in a short time, becoming evidence of her "desperation".

The glorious deeds of exchanging the good horse left by the father and the king for the "beautiful woman".

Maybe Zhang Fu and those people will look down on her even more.

But so what?

She is not in the mood to care about these people and these things at the moment.

The viscous blood dripped all the way down the bench, and every drop was as uncomfortable as hitting her heart.

She walked next to the bench all the way, rubbing the back of the extremely disturbed head from time to time, and softly comforting: "Be patient, there will be a doctor when you go back."

When I walked to the door of Xingyuan, I happened to meet Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu's masked face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, can't help but crack a gap when he sees their strange team.

Cheng Qianye ignored him, cupped his hands, passed by him, and went straight to the bedroom.

When he got indoors, Cheng Qianye instructed his attendants to carefully move Mo Qiaosheng to the bed, and recruited a military doctor to treat him.

The aged saint in the army, while dealing with those hideous wounds, frowned and sighed.

Mo Qiaosheng pursed his lips tightly, blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he kept silent.

However, the big drops of cold sweat could not deceive people, indicating that this body was suffering great pain.

"It hurts too much." Cheng Qianye couldn't bear to see the blood veils that were replaced piece by piece, "Is there no medicine that can relieve pain?"