After the fall of the country, I was taken away by the enemy king

Duan Yiwei continued to stare at him with a playful expression as if looking at a pet in a cage.

He said: "At first I didn't want to take down Li country. After all, Li country is not as powerful as Yun country among the big countries in the four directions, but it is still considered medium."

"But General Ning's figure and appearance really please me. Everyone knows that Mr. Yinyue is a god descended from the world, and he ranks first among the princes of the four countries. Others are different."

Listening to his frivolous words, Ning Haitang buried her palms in the water, and the flowing inner breath formed a small eddy on the surface of the water.

"Look, I'm angry again." Duan Yiwei saw the vortex, and understood that Ning Haitang was definitely not convinced at the moment.

This is a very violent horse, and even threats won't change his temper for a while.

So he pointed to a waiter hanging on the side: "Put it on and come to the Moyun Pavilion in the atrium. If you don't know the way, ask the servants."

After speaking, he straightened his waist, took down the glazed fan that he often held in his hand from his waist, unfolded the fan, and shook it gently.

The fan surface refracts colorful light, and it looks like high-quality colored glaze at first glance, which is very valuable.

When he turned his back and was about to leave the room, Ning Haitang stopped him: "Let me see my brother."

"Then you have to satisfy me tonight."

"What... satisfied?"

"I was just quenching my thirst just now, and my so-called satisfaction means that you should serve me well like a servant, do what I say, and take the initiative to entertain me."

What Duan Yiwei said was extremely explicit, so no matter how dull Ning Haitang was, she understood it.

He hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Then I have to see my brother first."

"Okay." After Duan Yiwei finished speaking, he pushed open the door and went out.

Ning Haitang was still soaking in the water, the water was already half cold.

He slapped the surface of the water angrily, and the internal force that had been ready to go shattered the entire wooden barrel.

The water splashed and sprinkled the walls on all sides.

But he stood naked in the middle of the bathroom alone, growling: "Duan Yiwei—"

If it wasn't for his young brother, he would rather die than be humiliated by this person.

However, before their parents died, they especially asked themselves to take good care of Fei Lian...

Ning Haitang thought again of Ning Feilian's cute little round face, he always liked to hold his waist and call out childishly: "Brother, can you stay with me without fighting?"

However, I never took time out to be with him.

But at this moment, the guilt and remorse in my heart intensified, beyond words.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, and finally made up his mind, and came to the clothes rack.

The clothes are made of gauze and silk, almost translucent, and exposed in many places, revealing various meanings and interests.

It's the kind of clothes that a brothel boy would wear.

He put it on with a blank expression, without any hesitation, put it on and went out.

It was already late at night outside, and the bright moon hung high, casting a layer of silver light on the ground paved with white jade.

This should be Prince Yu's Mansion, because Duan Yiwei's title is "King Yu".

There were a few night guards standing in the yard, and Ning Haitang didn't want to waste time, so she directly asked the way to Moyun Pavilion.

Seeing that Ning Haitang was dressed like this, and he was going to Moyun Pavilion, the person being asked knew that this was Duan Yiwei's new servant, so he graciously led him the way.

Only then did Ning Haitang realize that Prince Yu's Mansion is really big.

The place where he is located is the back court, the atrium and the vestibule, which add up to at least twice the size of his general's mansion.

If this was the country of Li, even a prince would have been killed long ago.

After walking for a long time, Ning Haitang finally arrived at the place.

He didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door and walked in. Inside was a duplex warm room.

Now that winter is approaching, there is a strong charcoal fire in the house, so it is very warm.

Duan Yiwei was sitting at a low table, looking down at a book.

The candlelight cut his resolute outline very clearly, casting a dark shadow on the wall behind him.

Although his face has some traces of age, it has the unique charm of a mature man.

Dressed in ink, like a thin mist in the night, people can't see through, and can't see clearly.

"Coming?" Duan Yi didn't raise his head slightly, his voice was still a little deep.

Ning Haitang stepped forward, and the tulle on her body flew away.

Duan Yiwei finally looked up at him, his eyes fell on his "chic" clothes, full of surprises: "It's much more attractive than I imagined."

Ning Haitang remained silent, he lowered his head and said silently in his heart: hold back, don't get angry.

Duan Yiwei raised his voice a little: "I see you wearing battle armor on weekdays. You are obviously a beauty, but this suit complements you."

Ning Haitang had heard the word "beauty" a lot since childhood.

Even because she looked so girlish when she was a child, her mother gave her a very feminine name—Haitang.

But his character is not feminine at all.

All martial arts are learned for the purpose of defending the country.

But at this moment, he could only lower his head, being belittled by the enemies who destroyed the country.

"Little cat." Duan Yiwei seemed to be calling him, and even beckoned to him: "Come here."

"Me?" Ning Haitang pointed to her nose.

"Your personality is quite similar to a cat." Duan Yi smiled at him slightly, then stood up: "Don't you think this name is more friendly?"

Kind ghost!

Ning Haitang reluctantly took a few steps forward, but Duan Yiwei took the initiative to walk down the stairs before he could enter.

Duan Yiwei is tall, half a head taller than Ning Haitang.

He lowered his head halfway, gently pinched Ning Haitang's side face, looked around, and said: "Very good."

It is a natural beauty, free from dust.

Although Ning Haitang tried her best to suppress her breath, the unhappiness and unhappiness were written all over her face, and her brows could be knotted.

"Can you serve people?" Duan Yi asked slightly.

"will not."

"No, let me teach you." Duan Yi pondered for a moment, and then said: "Or I can find someone with experience to teach you, otherwise this beautiful jade will not be a tool without being polished."

Ning Haitang's original family background was fairly prominent, three generations of his family had been in the army, his grandfather was a founding hero, and his father was a general, so he knew very well the bad tastes of these dignitaries.

It's not just Duan Yiwei, as long as they are a little bit rich and powerful, they all want to find fun in different ways, because too ordinary things can no longer satisfy their dirty and wretched hearts.

"I still have injuries." Ning Haitang still wanted to struggle, but after thinking about it, Duan Yiwei was just a beast, he didn't care whether he was injured or not.

He was so impatient that he quenched his thirst as soon as he hugged himself back.

No matter how painful it was to be beaten in prison, it was not as painful as his rampage.

Sure enough, the next moment, Duan Yiwei hooked his fingers on the thin clothes on his shoulders, pulled them lightly, and they slid off: "It's more interesting to have injuries, I like injuries, just like your ready-made ones." I don't need to do it anymore."

Ning Haitang called her pervert in her heart!

He knew he couldn't escape, so he turned his face away awkwardly: "You teach me... I don't want others to teach me."

Duan Yiwei saw that he was finally obedient, and his mood immediately improved a lot.

So he took his hand and put it on the ribbon around his waist: "Undressing the master is the first thing you need to do."

Ning Haitang obediently began to help him untie his belt.

Duan Yiwei said again: "Call the master to listen."

But Ning Haitang didn't react at all after hearing it, as if she didn't hear it.

Duan Yiwei thought he was obedient just now, but who knows that his temper is still there, and he is a little displeased: "It's just that I don't like to make you scream, so what should I do if I make you scream later?"

Ning Haitang continued to ignore him, the movement of his hands continued, he had already tore off Duan Yiwei's entire belt.

Without the restraint of the straps, Duan Yiwei's chest opened wide, revealing his strong muscles.

Ning Haitang was a little surprised when she saw it. It stands to reason that people who don't know martial arts should not have such a body shape...

"Are you barking or not?" Duan Yiwei was still pressing him.

"I won't!" Ning Haitang finally pushed back confidently, his long and narrow eyes stared straight at Duan Yiwei, and his voice was stern: "I can be humiliated, but I can't lose my personality."

"It's okay, you don't bark now..." Duan Yiwei didn't force him anymore, instead he laughed twice with ulterior motives: "I'll make you bark until later."?