Dandere General and his Lord

Cheng Qianye didn't gān anymore, and when she turned over, she tickled.

Yao Tianxiang resisted and begged for mercy: "Oh, oh, don't make trouble, I just saw that you were injured, otherwise I want you to look good."

Cheng Qianye stopped arguing with her, lay back on the bed, remembered what happened that night, and smiled sullenly on the pillow.

"You really ignore him?"

"I'll hang him up for a few days to let him have a little memory." Cheng Qianye stopped laughing, "His character, which is easy to die, must be changed. Otherwise, my heart can't stand it."

"Oh, it's really pitiful. I saw you sick yesterday. He was in a hurry and didn't eat or drink for a whole day. He stayed in front of your bed, who would have driven him out as soon as you woke up."

"He hasn't eaten in a day?"

"Being a slave is like this. If the master likes it, he invites him to tease him. If he doesn't like it, he throws it away. He almost drowned in the river, and then came up and starved for another day. I think he is still pitiful. Xi is squatting outside and it's so windy."

Before Yao Tianxiang finished speaking, Cheng Qianye lifted the quilt, got up and went out.

Cheng Qianye came out of the wing of the building boat in a robe, and the river surface was sparkling under the moonlight.

Outside the wing was a long corridor, and Cheng Qianye found the figure squatting in the dark in the shadow cast by the moonlight. His amber eyes lifted from his knees and carefully looked at Range Chiba.

Forget it, forget it, think about so many reasons. He is not self-reliant enough. I slowly lead him to be self-reliant. He is injured and frightened. Are you willing to treat him like this?

Cheng Qianye thought wildly in his head, and abandoned what he had just said without principle.

He stretched out his hand, rubbed Mo Qiaosheng's hair, pulled him up, and took him back to his wing.

Yao Tianxiang, that witty woman, has long since not known where to hide.

Cheng Qianye pressed Mo Qiaosheng to sit down at the table, touched his cold face, poured him a cup of hot tea, pulled out a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and placed it in front of him.

"Eat, pad your stomach first, haven't you eaten anything?"

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the plate of soft sweet-scented osmanthus cake, his lips moved, and he lowered his head and did not speak.

"Eat. Rest in my room today after eating." Cheng Qianye sat in front of him and smiled at him, "Just like a few days ago, are you laying the floor in front of me?"

The hot teacup was stuffed into his cold palm, burning all the way from the tip of his finger into his heart.

Mo Qiaosheng silently picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, stuffed them into his mouth piece by piece, and sent them into his empty stomach with hot tea. He felt as if he had been released from the frozen glacier, and finally came back to life.

He saw that the master had spread a thick layer of quilt on the ground in front of the bed, placed a pillow, and placed a quilt.

Lying on the edge of the bed, he smiled at him.

Mo Qiaosheng felt as if he was walking in a dream. He walked onto the soft quilt, curled up his body, and lay on it.

In the darkness, the hand he longed for a thousand times reached down from the bed and gently touched his hair.

"Qiaosheng, promise me that from now on, no matter what, you will never give up your life easily."

"You don't think about yourself, and you also think about me. I really couldn't take it when I thought you had an accident."

Chapter 39

When it was dawn, Cheng Qianye woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and found that she was sleeping beside the bed, with one arm hanging down along the bed, her wide sleeve was being hooked by a few slender fingers.

Mo Qiaosheng was lying on the ground in front of her bed, his body buried in the quilt curled up slightly, facing her, sleeping soundly.

The brilliance of the morning light shines through the window, on the young faces of eighteen or nineteen years old.

His brow bone is very low, and a deep projection is cast on the eye socket, and there is still a little residual tear in the corner of his eye. The well-knotted palm still gently hooked the corner of Cheng Qianye's sleeve in his sleep.

Oops, I secretly cried last night and just fell asleep.

Cheng Qianye looked at the slightly reddish tip of her nose and felt a little regretful in her heart.

For you, he almost lost his life, and because of his worries and guilt for you, he tossed himself day and night.

Why are you still bullying him and neglecting him, why are you so cruel?

No matter whether he has that affection for you or not, can he be as independent and self-sufficient as you expect.

His pure heart for you is already precious.

It's not good to get along with him like this now.

Cheng Qianye carefully pulled out the corner of his sleeve with his fingers.

Mo Qiaosheng was a little awake, Cheng Qianye patted him on the back lightly, until he was coaxed to sleep, then he tiptoed over his body, put on his clothes and went out.

On the deck, Jiang Ying floated in the air, and the stormy waves shot the sky.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are blowing towards the face, and the blue waves and clouds dye the sky with red clouds.

Yao Tianxiang was standing at the bow of the boat, with golden hairpins and thick temples.

Cheng Qianye, with a big heart, stepped forward and stood side by side with Yao Tianxiang at the bow of the boat, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the chūn river and the misty waves in front of him.

"Gān suddenly dressed like this, I think it's good for you to look like you usually have a good look." Cheng Qianye said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

"It's not that I'm going back to Jin, I'm going to give you this husband anyway.

You earn some face. "Yao Tianxiang squinted and said, adhering to her ear, "I am in such a good mood, were you happy yesterday?" Why didn't your little slave come out? You can't afford to bully others again? "

Cheng Qianye put on her shoulders and laughed in the face of Jiang Feng.

When Mo Qiaosheng woke up, he found that the master's bed was empty.

He was taken aback, he was always alert when sleeping, why did his master get up and step over him without realizing it?

How can this give the master alert, even if there is an assassin approaching, I am afraid that he will not be able to react. He secretly condemned himself for being overly relaxed.

He remembered vaguely, as if he had woken up once.

He touched his shoulder. At that time, a familiar hand gently tapped here, and a reassuring voice whispered in his ear, making him relax and fall asleep again.

Mo Qiaosheng looked around, the sky outside the window was already bright.

On the table in the outer hall were plain porridge and side dishes, clasped upside down with dishes, apparently reserved for him.

Mo Qiaosheng sat down on the table, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the tableware. The owner said that if he wanted to get used to it as soon as possible, then he would have to get used to it.

The warm porridge is paired with fragrant white-faced steamed buns and savory side dishes, as well as the sauce beef that can be eaten with confidence.

This is a food that Mo Qiaosheng never dared to imagine before. But I don't know why when he eats it, he always feels that it doesn't have the taste he imagined.

When dining at the same table with the host, the host kept adding vegetables to his bowl. At that moment, no matter what dish the master had put, he felt the most delicious thing in the world when he ate it.

I want to be able to do this all the time, sitting and eating with him every day.

Mo Qiaosheng had a hazy idea in his heart that he didn't even know.

He suddenly remembered the dark grilled fish. For him, it was the best thing he had ever eaten. For the first time, the master condescended to condescend, and the food he made by himself turned out to be for his slave.

Mo Qiaosheng curled his fingers, finished his meal quickly, and walked out the door.

He saw a pair of golden and jade-like people standing side by side at the bow of the boat. One was the king of a country, the other was a noble princess. Their status, status, appearance and talent were all matched by nature.

The master's hand was on the princess's shoulder, and she was talking to the princess with her head turned to the side with a smile.

Although he knew that the master and the princess never really had the same room, they could only be regarded as a fake couple. But his eyes couldn't help but focus on that shoulder.

He had an ambition to take the hand off that shoulder. Take it off and let him put it on your shoulders.

Do not.

His eyes wandered to the shoulder of the person he respected the most.

The man was not tall and his shoulders were not very broad.

Mo Qiaosheng's eyes were fixed on Cheng Qianye's slightly thin shoulders, and he had a wicked thought.

I think the person standing beside him is me, and I... want to put my hand around his shoulder.

He dared not think about it any longer.

"What are you thinking?" A deep voice called from behind him.

Mo Qiao turned his face abruptly, with a look of unruly in his eyes unconsciously.

Sima Tu stood behind him.

"You saved my life, I haven't had time to thank you yet." He clasped his fists and bowed to Mo Qiaosheng and gave a solemn salute.

Mo Qiaosheng relaxed his tensed shoulders, bowed his head in return, and said nothing.

Sima Tu's eyes went beyond him and looked at the two people on the bow.

"When you fell into the water, your master jumped in the first place regardless, and he was still injured." Sima Tu said, "After you were brought up, everyone said you were dead. Only he refused to give up. , persisted until both arms were shaking with fatigue, and finally saved you."