Dandere General and his Lord

He couldn't help thinking of the time when he was huddled outside the tent waiting for his brother to come out in his childhood. From the dim and dilapidated tent like a monster, there was his brother's cries of pain, as if it would never end.

Over the years, I have tried my best to avoid falling into such a situation, is it still impossible to escape! Can't avoid it!

he thought painfully.

At this time, he heard a voice calling his name: "Mo Qiaosheng, come this way."

He raised his face in bewilderment and saw a young and gentle face, nodding to him with a slight smile.

It was Duke Jinyue who handed him a glass of beef just now.

Mo Qiaosheng came to Cheng Qianye's side, he was crawling on the ground and pressed his forehead tightly to the back of his hand. I felt a sigh of relief in my heart.

Is it just because this nobleman is gentler, that you can readily accept such shame? Mo Qiaosheng spurned himself in his heart.

He heard a soft sound from the ground in front of him.

Mo Qiaosheng raised his head and saw a black lacquered tray on the carpet in front of him.

The Marquis of Jinyue didn't look at him, just watched the singing and dancing performance in front of him with a smile, and casually socialized with Han Quanlin who was sitting there.

He didn't seem to care about the slave beside him.

But that smooth and beautiful hand casually picked up a celadon bowl on the table, seemingly inadvertently placed it on the tray in front of him.

The steaming ginseng soup in the elegant porcelain bowl exudes an alluring fragrance.

Sir, what does this mean?

Mo Qiaosheng didn't dare to think or move.

But his body spoke its desires more honestly than his brain, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.

"The song and dance girl of Weibeihou is well-tuned."

"It is, it is."

The Marquis of Jinyue leaned sideways to talk to the person at the table, but his left hand stretched out from his wide sleeve and lightly tapped on the tray in front of Mo Qiaosheng.

Mo Qiaosheng knelt up in surprise, picked up the bowl, and drank it carefully.

He felt that he had never drank something so delicious.

The jī soup with a strong meaty fragrance brushed lightly down his throat, and he almost couldn't help but want to sigh.

In particular, the soup had a smell of traditional Chinese medicine that he had never experienced before.

Qiáng Jin's medicinal power penetrated into his limbs in an instant, condensing his lost physical strength.

Mo Qiaosheng finished the bowl of soup in one breath. He put the empty bowl back on the plate in a daze.

A blue and white plate full of snacks landed in front of him again.

The hand holding the plate loosened, and he raised his palm slightly in front of him, signaling him to continue eating.

So Mo Qiaosheng was in a trance state and ate food after food that he had never encountered before.

The banquet was coming to an end, and many people were drunk, but those nobles with high status and status began to slap on the servants around them on the spot.

The scene gradually became dirty.

Yuan Yizhi put his arms around Ah Feng's waist, and walked out with a laugh.

Wei Beihou was a little unhappy. A Yun, who was beside him, knelt on the ground with a pale expression and shivered all over.

"Come with me." Cheng Qianye stood up.

Mo Qiaosheng paused, stood up slowly, and followed her silently.

When they arrived in Cheng Qianye's tent, Lu Yao and Xiao Xiu, who were accompanying him, undid Mo Qiaosheng's leather armor and searched him carefully.

But he didn't take off his commoner clothes, which was one of the pleasures left for the lord to enjoy.

They cut Mo Qiaosheng's hands backwards and tied them with tendons behind them. Pushing him on the bed, they both exited the account.

Mo Qiaosheng knew that this was to prevent assassination and to prevent his rebellion when he was ignorant of current affairs, and it was a conventional means to protect the safety of nobles. He endured silently, without resistance.

When Cheng Qianye entered the tent with an iron plate, he saw the slave sitting by the side with his head down.

His hands were clipped behind him, his face was blank and expressionless.

But Cheng Qianye knew that a violent storm was stirring in his heart at the moment. The originally peaceful blue color was like the sea in the bào wind and rain. The black color shows that the owner of this soul is in a painful mood of sorrow and resignation.

Cheng Qianye couldn't bear to watch it any longer, she shut down the system and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."

Cheng Qianye knew that this was not convincing, because he didn't want to untie the rope that bound him.

Although I like the beautiful colors on him, so I have pity on him.

But in front of such a strange man with high martial arts skills, his own safety still trumps everything.

She put the iron plate in her hand on the head, and ordered Mo Qiaosheng to lie on the bed.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the scissors, tweezers and some messy bottles and jars on the plate, and his heart sank to the bottom.

In those years in Chu Huaiguan, he knew that some noble people looked gentle and handsome on the face, but they had unknown hobbies.

Green sleeves, after receiving such a guest, never got up from the room again.

This is the end, the more you resist, the greater the damage

.

He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw tightly, lay down, and slowly moved his slender legs onto this soft bed.

The cold scissors reached into his collar and cut his clothes. He couldn't help trembling and rolled his Adam's apple.

Maybe my life is over, he thought sadly.

Cheng Qianye cut off the clothes on Mo Qiaosheng's chest and carefully uncovered the blood-soaked fabric.

Sure enough, I saw a terrifying blood dòng on that sturdy shoulder, still oozing blood.

Blood stained the entire shoulder.

At the banquet, when Mo Qiaosheng leaned over and kowtowed beside him, Cheng Qianye clearly saw a bright red under his neck.

But he is someone else's slave, and he is not too concerned about attracting attention.

Originally, Cheng Qianye wanted to give him some food, so he left it alone.

But when the banquet was coming to an end, looking at the beautiful blue in front of me, just because of a little bit of food, it was filled with tender green that represents gratitude.

After all, Cheng Qianye still felt unbearable, and found an excuse to bring him back to the account.

At least bandage him, she said to herself.

Mo Qiaosheng closed his eyes tightly, but the pain he imagined did not appear for a long time, instead a warm towel covered his shoulders.

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw that the Marquis of Jinyue, twisting a white face towel in warm water with his own hands, was cleaning up the blood stains on his body.

Maybe this grown-up is pure in nature and doesn't like me being covered in blood. I have to clean up myself before I start. He explained it to himself.

He looked at the Marquis, picked up a piece of gauze soaked in spirits with tweezers, and said to him gently, "It will hurt a lot, please bear with it."

The high concentration of alcohol brought a tingling sensation to the wound.

What kind of pain is this, Mo Qiaosheng thought to himself, as a soldier who is often injured, he knows that after a serious injury, if he has the opportunity to wash the wound with spirits, the probability of survival will be much higher.

But few slaves were eligible for this luxurious treatment.

Chapter 6

The Marquis used tweezers to pick up a curved needle as small as a fishhook, and the needle was wearing a thin thread for sewing clothes.

He comforted him: "Be patient, it hurts a bit, but your wound is too big, it's better to sew it up."

He said it was a little painful.

suture? What does suture mean?

Mo Qiaosheng felt a slight tingling that was completely negligible for him.

What was more frightening to him was that the noble man in front of him, like sewing clothes, stitched up his wound bit by bit with a needle.

Although not very skilled, his expression is very focused and serious.

While sewing, he waited: "This is only temporary. Three days after you go back, you have to cut the end of the thread and pull out the thread yourself, do you understand?"

The form looks scary, but it works really well. Mo Qiaosheng saw the diamond-shaped wound on his shoulder that was difficult to heal, and finally tightened it and stopped bleeding.

The Marquis of Jinyue opened a porcelain bottle, carefully sprinkled a layer of yellow-colored powder on his wound, and then pressed a piece of dry and white gauze.

Mo Qiaosheng finally realized that he was healing himself. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and struggled, only to remember that his hand was tied and he couldn't move.

"Don't move. It's not fixed yet." A gentle voice rang softly in his ears.

The man leaned over to his ear, wrapping the breathable gauze around his shoulders. The breath of his words touched his face unexpectedly.