Qinglian Jie

Qinghui rested for more than ten days. When he was about to go to the ground, he heard that Fujin's health was also recovering.

Standing beside Wu Cha and Wu Jiu, Qinghui put on the gorgeous clothes sent by the King of Wu with a cold expression, and turned to ask the two of them, "Are you like the oiran of Tianxian Tower?"

Wu Jiu called out to Young Master, "Let's not go, we won't be so angry!"

Qinghui was looking at his own hands.On the night of the assassination, it was these two hands that pushed King Wu to the point of the knife in a mysterious way.

Qinghui sighed, didn't say anything else, and went with the waiter.

The waiter directly led Qinghui to the outside of King Wu's tent, and bowed and left after reporting back to King Wu.

King Wu has a strong figure, deep and energetic eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips. When he smiles lightly, there is a pear dimple on the side of his mouth, and Qinghui can see full of tenderness.At this moment, he was lying on the couch with a distant expression, showing majesty and indifference.

"You dress up like this, you have a special charm. Come," he pointed to the things beside the bed, "see what the king has prepared for you today."

Qing Hui heard the words and looked over, feeling a little sad for a moment.He touched the rope candles on the table, his fingertips trembling, and smiled ugly, "I've never seen them before."

King Wu nodded, smiling deliberately, "I found it specially for you. The ghost doctor said you are cold-tempered. You like tricks."

Qinghui seemed to be pulled in his heart, "...Really."

King Wu was not in a hurry, he pulled Qinghui into his arms, stroked his cheek, and sneered, "I remember, six or seven years ago, I gave you a jade hairpin. At that time, I bought it in the shape of a woman by mistake. , Qinghui, what did you say?"

As his fingers wandered, he couldn't avoid touching the light red scar on his forehead.King Wu thought of something, squinted his eyes, rubbed the piece of flesh vigorously, and suddenly slapped his backhand, causing nosebleeds to flow down.

Qinghui closed his eyes and endured the pain, not reaching out to wipe it.

"You lost your temper with this king. The wind blowing outside your room for two nights made you look pale."

"Do you remember?"

Wu Wang said, looking at Qinghui mockingly.Qinghui opened his eyes, just in time to bump into his line of sight, and then looked down at himself in a lady's luxurious brocade robe, just wishing for a moment of death-like embarrassment.

"Now that I see you in such a mood," Wu Wang gently stroked Qinghui's swollen cheeks, "I realized that this is your true face."

"Mr. Xu, your methods are brilliant. You could have kept this king a secret for the rest of your life."

Qinghui had mixed feelings for a while, and she shed tears when he watched King Wu.

King Wu paused, and wiped away his tears in a daze.

"...Why are you crying, don't cry..."

Qinghui was overjoyed and called out, "Yubo..."

King Wu's eyes suddenly went dark, and his brain hurt like cracking. Not long after, he suddenly laughed, "It still makes you lose your mind!" After saying that, he picked up Qinghui's hands, tied them with ropes and hung them on the beam.

"Before this king wanted to do some tricks, you were always humiliated, why are you so obedient today? Huh?"

"Yubo, stop talking, I can't stand it. Please stop talking...I'll explain it to you..."

Qinghui called out the name of King Wu, and the prince replied with a cold mockery, "What's the matter? Didn't you disdain to explain before? Why are you so embarrassing now?"

"I grew up in Wuling Mountain," Qinghui said with difficulty, resisting the sense of humiliation, and explained humbly, "Later, I came to worship under Master Xu Liu in Wuling Mountain... When my master traveled far away, I was indeed... I have been bullied for several years, and I am also a ghost doctor... On the night of King Hui's assassination, I fell into the puppet Gu and was controlled by him, hmph... Yubo, the past is terrible, I did hide it from you..."

"Then don't talk about it," the prince gave him a sneering look, "If that's the case, let's let go and serve this king. This king will not treat you badly."

Qinghui didn't expect King Wu to be contemptuous, and felt disheartened for a while, as if he didn't know the person in front of him at all.

The prince was willing to torment him, and said with a smile, "It's so boring to be so silent. Just... say a few words that you love me. You were too stingy in the past."

Qinghui smiled wryly, "You really hate me, you might as well kill me. But I can't say it."

The King of Wu did not panic, and smiled confidently, "You are not afraid of being beaten, are you afraid of Qing Feng?"

——Afraid, that squeamish boy trembled with fright when he saw Mr.'s ruler.

Naturally, King Wu was sure of winning, but he was not feeling well either. There was a fire still burning in his heart, and he couldn't help being angry and disgusted when he looked at Qinghui!So he kicked Qinghui's lower abdomen fiercely, only to hear him scream and swing away in the air.

King Wu raised his eyebrows dissatisfied, "Huh?"

Qinghui took a few long breaths and said with difficulty, "...I, love you."

King Wu felt his eyebrows twitch, he turned around and grabbed a snakeskin whip, and frantically whipped Qinghui.

But Qinghui didn't say anything anymore, he just held his breath and endured the pain, and Wu Wang faintly didn't dare to listen any more.

"...By the way, the ghost doctor said that you practice kung fu very wickedly and specialize in seducing people. Is that true?"

Qinghui smiled helplessly, and sneered, "Yes, it can still absorb people's yang energy. If you have sex with me again, you won't live long."

Not only was King Wu not angry, but he asked with a sneer, "Then your precious brother will too?"

"No!" Qinghui said angrily, "It's nothing to do with Qingfeng, he doesn't understand anything!"

"Hmph, don't worry, this king will definitely take him to be buried with him before he dies. Even if you have any sorcery and evil methods, you should be sensible and restrain yourself!"

Qinghui flinched again from the beating, he smiled wryly, "It's really a magic trick, and I will be beaten like this by you."

King Wu stopped, walked up to Qinghui again, and touched his sweaty forehead.

The gorgeous clothes were tattered, some of the cloth was beaten into the flesh, Qinghui was covered in bloody pussies, and he was almost collapsed.His eyes looked straight over, and for some reason, King Wu felt that there was a little bit of hatred in him.

Obviously, on the wooden table not far away, there are many novel gadgets on the table...

King Wu ordered while walking out, "Xiao Dao!"

Qinghui's drooping head moved slightly.

There was a muffled voice from outside the knife tent, not far away.

"Prepare water. Treat Qinghui," the whip fell viciously to the ground.

Not long after, I heard him say again, "Give Qing Feng a vacation tomorrow, Young Master Xu really dotes on him."

Qinghui closed his eyes and sighed, "...You can treat me like this."