The villain rolls over online [Quick Pass]

Late at night.

The mansion fell into a dark silence.

Li Qiubai got up from the room, he opened the door, there was no one watching the night outside, he dressed neatly, and went out from the back door of the mansion lightly, the back door is connected to an alley, at the moment there is a carriage parked at the entrance of the alley, drive It is bamboo wind.

When he saw Li Qiubai coming out, he went up to meet him.

Li Qiubai was blown by the wind and tilted his head and coughed a few times.

It was cold at night, and the cold wind blew on people and penetrated into their clothes, making people feel uncomfortable for a while. The bamboo wind opened the curtain and said in a low voice: "My lord, there is a heater in the carriage."

"En." Li Qiubai responded, lifted the hem of his robe, and got on the carriage.

Zhufeng put down the curtain and drove forward.

The slave that Young Master bought before has been in the residence for three days. During these three days, Young Master would ask about the slave's situation every day, and he is going to go to the residence by himself tonight.

Zhufeng was not sure whether Li Qiubai cared about the slave or not.

The residence is located in an inconspicuous remote place. They walked all the way from the path and circled around. The carriage stopped in front of an ordinary door. This room is not far from the middle of the capital. In the distance, there are no people living on the left and right sides, and they are empty houses.

Zhufeng went to knock on the door, someone came to answer the door, Zhufeng took out the son's waist card.

After a while, he returned to the carriage, opened the curtain from the outside, and Li Qiubai got out of the carriage.

Inside the inconspicuous door is a courtyard, very quiet at night, the person who answered the door led them forward, Li Qiubai has been here before, the people here know him, but even so, he is still useless It took effort to get in.

Someone led them into the underground secret door, walked through a long tunnel, the real face of the residence was below, Li Qiubai did not look sideways, and came to a separate small room in the residence.

The door is made of iron, and there is a small opening at the bottom to put food in, and there is also a fist-sized opening at the top to see the scene inside.

No matter day or night, the underground is dimly lit. Li Qiubai couldn't see anything when he looked in through the window. He ordered someone to open the door for him. After he walked in, he lit the candle on the table in the dark.

The door was closed again, and the person who led them in was guarding the door together with Zhufeng.

The flame of the candle illuminated the room, and at that moment, the sound of iron chains broke the silence.

In the simple room, there was only one bed, and the slate bed was covered with hay. On the bed, the boy was lying facing the wall. His wrists, ankles and neck were all connected by an iron chain, and the air exuded a strong smell of blood.

The boy woke up.

Li Qiubai guessed it almost instantly, he looked at the young man with his back turned to him, and walked over with strides, he stood beside the stone bed, the shadow shrouded the young man, the young man tensed his back.

Li Qiu's white throat was itchy, he tilted his head and coughed a few times, let out a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the stone bed, raised his fingertips to sweep the bloodstains on the young man's shoulder.

"It hurt again." He said lightly.

The boy trembled with his back to his body.

"Does it hurt?" Li Qiubai asked again, and without waiting for the boy to answer, he smiled lightly to himself, "Of course it hurts, how can it not hurt when it hurts."

He took out a box of ointment from his arms, and said softly in a gentle voice, "Good boy, let me see your wound."

His tone was unhurried, as if he was coaxing a four or five-year-old child. The boy stood up abruptly and slapped his hands away, a pair of immature and pure eyes faintly showing hostility.

A pure person does not mean stupid, his trust is simple, and when the trust collapses, he also expresses his hatred directly.

He didn't let Li Qiubai approach him, and firmly guarded the safe boundary, as if he had returned to the scene when Li Qiubai first met him. Li Qiubai asked him if he would go back with him, but the boy didn't know if he heard Understood, just looked at him with a pair of clear eyes, unmoved.

Li Qiubai talked to him for half an hour, his throat was dry, the young man was like a seasoned hunter, his vigilance was not relaxed at all, Li Qiubai could not get close at all, he didn't stay long, after half an hour , he got up and left.

The door behind him closed again, blocking the sight of the young man inside.

Li Qiubai lifted his feet to leave, Zhufeng followed behind, the person who led the way for them saw that Li Qiubai cared about the young man with thorns all over his body, and asked Li Qiubai if he wanted to take more care of him.

Li Qiubai said calmly: "No need, just save your life."

For the next few days, Li Qiubai would come over every night, sometimes he would go in and have a few words with the young man, and sometimes he would just look outside the door, the young man struggled day after day, although There are many scars on his body, but his pride remains the same.

Zhufeng and Zhulan followed Li Qiubai alternately. They are brothers, and they have followed Li Qiubai since they were young. Pay attention, but torment him like this - it's really hard to understand.

Li Qiubai's actions could not be hidden from his father, and finally on this day, his father called him over because of this matter.

The night was dark, Li Zaiming was still wearing an official uniform, he sat in the lobby, took a sip of the tea at hand, Li Qiubai stood below.

Li Qiubai: "Father."

Li Zaiming has always loved his son, and his love is mixed with interests. Li Qiubai has value for use, so he can get this "favor". He is sick and weak, but he has a good head.

He asked in a deep voice: "I heard that you recently bought a slave and sent it to the residence."

"Yes." Li Qiubai lowered his eyes, his face pale.

"Why bother so much, if you want a dead man, just tell me directly." Li Zaiming said.

Li Qiubai said: "The slave is disobedient, just send him to be trained."

Li Zaiming didn't really want to break the casserole and ask the end. He knew his son was smart since he was a child, and he trusted him quite a bit. He changed the subject and said, "In a while, the Queen Mother will have her birthday. You can come with me to the palace." .”

"Yes." Li Qiubai responded.

Li Zaiming talked to him a few more words, then waved him to go back.

On the way back, Li Qiubai calculated the time. The Queen Mother's birthday was almost the time for the hero to recognize his ancestors. Before that, he couldn't keep the hero in such an uncontrollable state.

In the middle of the night, the carriage was driving on the road, the watchman's voice calling the hour, Li Qiubai leaned against the carriage, his eyes closed slightly.

In the original plot line, about the revealing of the hero's identity, a powerful man with ulterior motives for the hero brought the hero into the palace. After many accidents, the hero was recognized back because of the birthmark.

Before that, the male protagonist had suffered so much that he restrained his sharp claws for hurting people for the time being, and was almost defiled several times. Later, the fate of the powerful man was not very good.

When Li Qiubai arrived in the basement, the boy was still lying on the stone bed with his back facing him, the clothes on his body were torn and torn, mixed with blood and dust, his breathing was weak, and his condition was not very good.

He didn't finish eating the food that was placed next to him today.

Li Qiubai's eyebrows twitched when he saw the scars on his body.

Even so, he still refused to give in.

Li Qiubai stood still for a long time, then he said: "I can take you back."

The boy moved, Li Qiubai knew he was listening, he said: "If you want to leave, you have to listen to me."

The boy stood up, the sound of the iron chain echoed in this small space, he opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Back..."

Li Qiubai sat down by the bed, met the boy's unruly eyes, he hooked his lips, and asked warmly: "Do you know the way back?"

The young man's eyes were blank and wary, perhaps he didn't understand, Li Qiubai spoke to him softly for a long time, he gradually understood Li Qiubai's meaning, and suddenly became restless, with a low unease in his throat sound.

Li Qiubai said: "I know where it is, I can take you back, but you have to listen to me—only I can help you go back."

He had been talking to the young man before, and the young man could more or less understand what he meant. Li Qiubai said it several times. The young man still didn't trust Li Qiubai very much, but his resistance was not as strong as before. Compared with other people, Bai's defensiveness seems to have been less serious from the beginning.

Li Qiubai doesn't know the key, but it's not important.

That night, he took the boy away.

Li Qiubai didn't restrain him with iron chains, but let him get into his own carriage, the young man sat on the other side of the carriage, there was snacks in Li Qiubai's carriage, he didn't have an appetite, so he gave it to the young man.

The young man didn't run away, after he got into the carriage, he ate Li Qiubai's snacks in big mouthfuls, as if he was very hungry, when he returned to his own yard, Li Qiubai ordered someone to boil hot water again.

He asked the young man to wash himself off in the tub, but he seemed to be extremely afraid of water and was unwilling to go into the water, Li Qiubai spent a lot of effort before he was able to wash him clean, and he looked like a normal person.

The wounds on his body were medicated, and the young man who went to the residence no longer acted recklessly on Li Qiubai as before.

In some respects, his intuition is very keen. He pushed Li Qiubai down once before, but Li Qiubai never came again. After he kicked his servants out, he was sent to the residence. So reckless.

From then on, there was already a hint of a male protagonist.

The servants took care of his hair, Li Qiubai told him to rest first, the young man lay on the bed, and changed from the hay stone bed to a warm blanket, but for him, the stone bed was easier to fall asleep. In the mountains and forests, he also slept on a hay bed, but suddenly changed to soft bedding, which made it difficult for him to adapt so quickly.

The next day, Li Qiubai took him to the study after he woke up, and he began to formally teach the boy to speak. He didn't force him to speak, he just wanted him to understand every word he said.

The young man is ignorant, his patience in this area is mediocre, and he wants to run outside after sitting for a long time. Li Qiubai can use "go back" as a condition every time to threaten people to come back and sit down, but even if he sits back, he still follows his ass. I feel restless like having thorns on my body.

He is used to being free in the mountains and forests, and it would be better to let him guard the prey in the mountains for a few hours to be patient while listening to Li Qiubai talking about those things.

Most of the time, Li Qiubai's voice is as gentle as jade, and it sounds soft. To a great extent, it calms the young man's restless heart. In just a few days, the young man can basically understand Li Qiubai's daily conversation with him. I have said something, but when I speak, I still can only say "Hui" stutteringly.

The two were together almost every day, Li Qiubai taught him how to speak, and personally changed his dressings, most of the wounds on the young man's body were flesh wounds, the hideous wounds looked serious, the young man seemed to forget to eat but not to beat, Li Qiubai couldn't. After waiting for him for a few days, he showed his back to Li Qiubai unpreparedly.

It was the rainy season. At noon, it began to rain lightly in the gloomy sky outside. The raindrops slid from the eaves and made puddles on the ground. When it rained, the boy seemed to have no energy.

He was lying on the desk, not even touching his favorite pastries on weekdays. Li Qiubai put down the book, and looked down at him to see the young man's amber eyes looking at him, shining like jewels in the rainy sky Brighten.

The clean, bright and pure eyes are the most touching, but it's a pity that this look will disappear soon.

Li Qiubai raised his hand and stroked his eyes, feeling a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen these eyes before, and this subtle feeling flashed in his heart.

"I don't know your name yet..." Li Qiubai said softly.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and he was itchy when touched by his fingertips. He shook his head and avoided his hand, Li Qiubai chuckled lightly: "How about calling you Humber?"

Before Li Qiubai, he wanted to cover his eyes with a layer of gray, but now he is a little bit reluctant, but some things will be lost no matter how reluctant they are.

He will protect him.

When his eyes were still clean and pure.

The days passed day by day, and soon, it came to the Empress Dowager's birthday, Li Qiubai was going to follow Li Zaiming into the palace to celebrate her birthday, accompanied by the Da Furen and Li Qiubai's two younger sisters who had little contact with her.

Li Zaiming doesn't have many heirs, only Li Qiubai is a son, the others are all daughters no matter if he is a descendant or concubine, and because of this, Li Zaiming attaches great importance to Li Qiubai.

Li Qiubai brought Hu Po, Zhu Feng and Zhu Lan.

The Empress Dowager held a grand banquet in the palace for her birthday. Li Qiubai sat down with Li Zaiming. Not long after, the third prince came to talk to him. The third prince is thirteen years old, and his mother is Concubine Su, who has a relationship with Li Zaiming .

The one in the Li family's team is the third prince.