Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

Winter, 376th year of Western Chu.

The cold wind blew up layers of white snow.

On the palace road, a young man curled up on the ground, his clothes ragged and covered in blood.

"You cheap bastard!" A Western Chu guard kicked him hard, cursing, "I shouldn't have taken this job and served a lowly person like you."

Qi Wuyou clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, but he said nothing.

His hands were tied tightly with rough hemp ropes, his wrists were covered with scars, blood and dirt mixed together, giving off a desolate atmosphere.

The cold wind was howling, and the snow on the palace road was trampled into pieces.

Several eunuchs holding sticks took over from the guards and beat the boy mercilessly.

His white robe had long been stained red with blood, forming a sharp contrast with the white snow, looking extremely miserable.

Qi Wuyou's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was trembling slightly in the cold wind.

He felt the excruciating pain of the sticks hitting his body, each blow seemed to hit his soul, making him feel like dying.

The palace maids and guards around him all glanced past him, and no one was willing to stop for him.

In this strange country, he was just an insignificant hostage, a tool used by the defeated country to vent its anger on the enemy country.

No one cares...

The boy's heart was filled with endless sadness. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, interweaving with the blood and dripping onto the cold ground.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure stopped in front of him.

The eunuchs and guards who had surrounded him and beaten him all knelt on the ground and said in unison: "Greetings to Princess Ningrong."

Qi Wuyou was in a daze, his pretty face was covered in blood. He only had time to see a pair of fair hands gently caressing his cheeks, with a transparent red agate bracelet on his wrist...

In the snow and wind, Qi Wuyou was taken to Changle Palace.

The walls of Changle Palace were covered with white snow, and the red walls and white snow made the red even more gorgeous. Snowflakes fell one after another and slowly accumulated on the walls, as if covering the palace with a layer of silver-white gauze.

The vermilion color on the palace walls forms a sharp contrast with the white snow, like a beautiful painting.

In the midst of the white snow, several plum trees are blooming proudly, their petals as white as snow, complementing the surrounding scenery.

In the cold wind, the fragrance of plum blossoms is everywhere, fresh and cool, as if it can make people forget the troubles of the world.

Qi Wuyou was brought into Changle Palace, passed the Baishi Bridge, and passed through plum groves.

When the boy regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a very soft bed. There was a warm floor heater burning in the hall, dispelling the winter chill.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were exquisite bed curtains and embroidered pillows, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

The boy's hands had been loosened and were hanging limply on the edge of the bed.

He tried to move his fingers and felt a sharp pain. There were many layers of quilts under him, which felt soft and comfortable.

He sat up slowly and found that his clothes had been changed. He was now wearing a white pajamas, clean and tidy.

"You're awake." A female voice came, the voice was gentle and beautiful, as pleasant as a clear spring in the mountains.

Qi Wuyou looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl in a snow-white cloak slowly walking into the bedroom, followed by seven or eight palace maids serving her.

The girl walked lightly, wearing a pink willow warbler-style palace dress, holding a hot water bottle in her hand. Her face was delicate and picturesque, with curved eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, as bright as the stars in the sky.

Qi Wuyou had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him. He struggled to get out of bed, but was stopped, "Lie down."

Xueyi walked to the bedside and ordered, "Chunhua, Qiuyue, both of you leave."

Qiuyue responded, "Yes, Princess."

Chunhua and Qiuyue were the head maids in charge of Changle Palace. They led all the palace people out of the palace and then closed the palace door.

Qi Wuyou's face was pale, and the wounds on his body were still aching. He pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Princess, for saving me."

Xue Yi smiled and handed him the hot water bottle in her arms. She stood up and leaned on the couch, smiling gently, "Are you the prince from Northern Qi?"

The boy took the warm hot water bottle. He hadn't felt such warmth for a long time.

"What's your name?"

"Qi... Wuyou."

"Then can I call you Wuyou from now on?" The girl's eyes were bright, and her beautiful and clear eyes were filled with a brilliant smile.

Qi Wuyou's grip on the hot water bottle tightened. He raised his head at the sound and happened to meet those bright eyes. The boy's breathing stagnated and he quickly turned his eyes away, "Whatever you say."

Xue Yi pouted her lips and leaned closer to him pretending to be annoyed. The unique fragrance of a young girl instantly surrounded the boy. Her voice was full of tenderness and doubt.

"Don't you want to pay attention to me? Talk to me more~ You are so beautiful, can we be friends?"

As she spoke, a pair of small hands gently tugged at the boy's snow-white shirt, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Qi Wuyou's heart trembled, friends...

He looked up. They were very close, so close that he could feel her breath, which was very sweet.

He leaned back uncomfortably, trying to distance himself, but this movement caused the wound on his body to open again.

"Hiss——" Qi Wuyou's face turned pale with pain, and the white undershirt he had just changed into was stained red with blood again.

Xue Yi angrily held him down, and pushed him down on the bed despite his resistance, her tone full of concern and reproach, "Why are you moving around? I just had someone change your medicine and bandage you, and you opened your wound again... You don't know how to take care of yourself..."

As she scolded him, she tore open the boy's shirt, revealing his scarred chest and abdominal muscles, and her eyes were filled with nothing but heartache.

She gently stroked those old scars, some were whip marks, some were knife scars, all were caused by being beaten by others. In addition to the guards and eunuchs, some princes and princesses of Western Chu would also bully him...

"Does it hurt..." she murmured.

His hand paused when it touched the latest wound on his abdominal muscle, and then he ran to get the ointment.

[Fuck, baby, did you see that? She is simply the spokesperson for beauty, strength, and battle damage, with pure six-pack abs and cold white skin. I really want to push her down.]

[Master, your moral integrity has dropped again, pick it up quickly, don't ruin your character. The plot you want to follow with the villain is redemption by Bai Yueguang, how can Bai Yueguang be as beastly as you? ]

[What do you know? That kind of cool and gentle Bai Yueguang is out of fashion. Now the popular type is Bai Yueguang who can cook well and make people unforgettable. Tsk, no matter how you look at it, it looks like me. Perfect~]

007: [………]

The master is being dishonest again.

If I'm serious, I'll strangle you to death. If I'm not serious, I'll embarrass you to death...