Master is dedicated to playing the villain

How do you say I should punish you?

Xia Churan held his breath, and wrote vigorously in the brightly lit side hall.

In the early morning, a head poked out from the crack of the door, "Senior Brother Xia."

Xia Churan's nib paused, looked up to the door, glanced at the person coming, then lowered his head and wrote quickly, without raising his head, he said, "Why are you here?"

The visitor grinned, "I heard that you were fined, come and have a look."

Xia Churan still didn't raise his head, "Dare to come to Mingtang, are you not afraid of Lord Jianzun?"

"I'm afraid." The man replied lazily, sitting on the floor across from the desk, flipping through the piles of manuscript papers, "I'm not worried about you."

Xia Churan didn't answer, and the blank paper pages used for copying quickly decreased, and the copied pages piled up higher and higher, and even the desk could not fit, and some piled up on the ground.

The man fiddled with the writing brush on the pen stand, leaned closer to the desk with his elbows on it and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"No need." Xia Churan finished copying a page and put it aside, "It's almost done."

When he said that, he glanced at the sky, and it was almost dawn.

Seeing him looking out of the window, the man blinked, "Is it time to submit the manuscript?" While speaking, he took out a few blank pages, picked up his pen and said unceremoniously: "I am merciful, I will help you for a while. "

Xia Churan glanced at him, "Say no."

The other party ignored him and wrote on his own.

He frowned slightly when he saw this, "I won't use it even if you copied it."

The man bowed his head while copying and said: "Don't worry, I will imitate your handwriting without leaking water." When he said that, he looked up at him again, and said with a smile: "You copy yours, in case it is too late to use mine."

Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Xia Churan looked at the other party with a complicated expression, stopped talking, and continued to copy.

It was not until the morning glow covered the stacked pages on the table that Xia Churan seriously wrote the last stroke, then picked up the paper and blew the ink dry, and then started to stack up the transcribed scriptures in order.

The person on the opposite side had already fallen asleep with one fist propped on his temple. Sensing his movement, the person suddenly woke up and said in a daze, "How are you?"

Xia Churan nodded, and continued to tidy up the scriptures that were scattered by the morning wind.

The man put on a smiling face, "I'll help you." As he said that, he piled up the pages one by one, and while he was moving, he glanced at Xia Churan quietly.

Just when the boy turned his head to pick up the papers piled up on the ground beside the desk, the man quickly pulled out a few sheets of paper from the stacked scriptures, and replaced them with others.

When Xia Churan turned his head, the man had already put on a smiling face, handed him the coded scriptures, and patted him on the shoulder, "Go."

Xia Churan glanced at the hand on the shoulder, then looked at the other's smiling face, hummed lightly, and strode out the door.

The man was left looking at his back, his lips slightly raised.

Qiu Wanxuan frowned, seeing the young man coming from the door, holding the manuscript that almost covered his head and putting it on his desk with a bang, he couldn't help rubbing the Jingming acupoint.

I thought Xia Churan would be too late, but I didn't expect to deliver the manuscript on time.

Mao Qiu lay on the soft cushion of the imperial concubine's couch, yawned and said lazily, "Have you played around? This time there is no excuse, right? If I want to say that I am a villain, I have to be more straightforward."

Qiu Wanxuan glared at it, then raised her eyes to catch a glimpse of the boy's calm expression, and sighed slightly.

Fuqiu is right, he is indeed too indecisive.

He was too lazy to read the manuscripts, but for the sake of showing off, he picked up a stack and flipped through them quickly.

Thick pages of paper flashed before his eyes, and when he turned a certain page suddenly, a white light flashed.

Qiu Wanxuan was taken aback for a moment, and the movements of her hands also stopped.

He turned back in doubt, although the light was fleeting, he still found that page accurately.

There are only clean handwriting on the page, no matter how you look at it, there is nothing unusual. The handwriting was dyed by Xia Chu, and the paper is indeed the moonlight paper used by Mingtang.Everything was as normal as if the light just now was just his illusion.

But he always felt something was wrong.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Xia Churan, who was looked at by him, and there was a trace of doubt in his cold eyes.

What Qiu Wanxuan learned through Xia Churan were some skills and swords, and other techniques were not involved, so Qiu Wanxuan didn't know what she saw just now, but with her rich experience and knowledge of the world's Taoism Deduction and understanding, a spell term that was mentioned briefly in the original work popped up in his mind.

In order to confirm this guess, he looked at Xia Churan and asked tentatively, "Tuo Ying Curse?"

The image extension spells are in pairs, the spell attached to the page just now will be automatically activated when Qiu Wanxuan turns the page, and the expanded image will appear on the other side of the page.

If this spell was attached to the page, Qiu Wanxuan's portrait should have been painted by now.

Xia Churan was slightly stunned.

What do you mean?

The boy still had a cold expression, but his eyes were filled with puzzlement. Seeing this, Qiu Wanxuan handed over the paper in his hand, "Explain?"

Xia Churan took the paper, and as soon as he looked at the scriptures, he realized something was wrong.

That's not his handwriting.

Although it is very similar, if it is not for him, it will be difficult to see.

But the boy understood everything in an instant.

It must be that kid who swindled and secretly attached spells to the paper.He said that he would help him transcribe scriptures, but in the end he just used him, even regardless of the consequences.

He gritted his molars calmly and squeezed his fist slightly.

After a while, he loosened his fist, "The disciple has nothing to say."

Qiu Wanxuan observed the series of reactions of the young man. Although the change in expression was very faint, he still caught them all, so he already speculated about the cause and effect in his heart.

He didn't think that Xia Churan would do such a thing secretly, and he was afraid that someone was behind the scenes.

So he stretched out his hand to withdraw the paper from the boy's hand, looked at it carefully for a moment and said, "Did you copy these?"

Xia Churan was silent.

Qiu Wanxuan frowned, "Acquiescence?"

Still no answer.

Qiu Wanxuan sighed slightly, it seemed that this kid didn't intend to explain.

He changed his strategy and asked again, "Where is the portrait?"

Xia Churan was silent for a moment with downcast eyes, then suddenly knelt down straight with a plop, "I can't hand in the portrait right now."

Qiu Wanxuan stood up and walked in front of the young man. From his perspective, he could see the eyelids under the sharp eyebrows of the young man, and a pair of eyelash feathers motionlessly covered the dark eyes. Although he couldn't see the other party's eyes clearly, Qiu Wanxuan could still feel the unruliness and stubbornness in the other party's eyes.

He said condescendingly: "Do you know what crime it is to steal a portrait of an elder?"

Xia Churan closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "But I will punish you with your honor."

When Mao Qiu, who was lying on the side watching the play, heard this sentence, he straightened up suddenly, looked at Qiu Wanxuan excitedly, and winked at him meowingly, but the cat's facial expression was less, and it looked more like grinning.

"Opportunity, go!"

Qiu Wanxuan cast a helpless glance at the white cat, then knelt down and looked at Xia Churan.

"Really not telling the truth?"

Following Qiu Wanxuan's movements, a scent of orchids radiated from the hem of her clothes, until it reached the tip of her nose in the early summer, as if some kind of soft and fluffy cotton wool had swept across her skin, making it itchy.

As soon as Xia Churan raised his head, he met Qiu Wanxuan's eyes illuminated by the morning light. The light turned those pupils into amber, shining like gemstones, with a faint smear from the end of the eyes to the temples. Red was visibly out of breath.

His brain paused for a while, and his anger dissipated for some reason.

After a while, he suddenly woke up, bit his lower lip to force himself to wake up.

In the past, this person might have been indiscriminately indiscriminately tortured in his hands, and now he is making such a gesture, probably not trying to get to the bottom of it, but just playing him.

"You don't need to ask again, the disciple will find the portrait and give you an explanation."

Qiu Wanxuan thought that this kid is quite loyal.

The stubbornness on the young man's face subsided a little, and Qiu Wanxuan saw a little hidden grievance from that expression, and his heart softened for a moment.

He shook his head, afraid that he would not be able to ask any more questions, so he straightened up, pretending to be stern and said: "If you copy the scriptures and let someone write it for you, it is the first crime; stealing the portrait of the elder is the second crime; it is the crime to conceal the person who wrote it for you." three."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the young man's forehead, "How do you think I should punish you?"

He didn't think it was a big deal at first. In his previous life, he would have been punished with a few rulers or confinement at most, but now that he wants to maintain a mean person, he feels worried. He really can't think of more torture in his mind. people's tricks.

The young man was silent, and after a long time he said: "The three crimes should be punished together, and they should be punished on the platform."

Qiu Wanxuan was stunned.

I wonder if this kid is so cruel to me?

"Great! Isn't the plot coming back?" Mao Qiu was so excited that he rolled on the imperial concubine's couch, "Whipping, burning, lightning, water, nail board, cannon fire..."

It was getting more and more outrageous, Qiu Wanxuan frowned and glared at Fuqiu, mouthing: "Shut up."

The hairball didn't stop, "The original owner will choose water and fire together, and I've already told you the answer to the homework, copy it quickly!"

Qiu Wanxuan stretched out her two fingers and pressed the center of her eyebrows. After struggling for a long time, she said: "Okay, I will punish you with thirty lashes." When she said that, she straightened up, "I will execute the punishment myself."

He picked the one that sounded the least harmful, and he held the whip in his own hand, making it easy to control whether it was light or heavy.Other punishments are controlled by arrays and instruments of torture, and they sound terrible.

Just such a small mistake, it won't be tortured, he thought.

However, Xia Churan's complexion darkened, and he raised his head to look at him, his eyes were extremely sharp, and through his cheeks, he could vaguely see the outline of the back molars biting his jaw fiercely.

Qiu Wanxuan blinked, what does this look mean? Is he picking too lightly?Out of character?

But the words have been said, and it is difficult to change his words. He thought for a while, and added, "Let everyone in the sect take a good look at it, and what will happen if you offend your lord."

He put down his harsh words and left with a wave of his sleeves.

The fur ball jumped off the imperial concubine's couch with a whoosh, and followed him out of the door.

Being tortured in public, physically and mentally injured, is it serious enough?He nodded as he thought about it, applauding his wit.

Mao Qiu pulled Qiu Wanxuan's clothes and tried to climb up, but she was too fat, so she couldn't move until she reached the bend of her legs.

Looking at the heavy leg pendant, Qiu Wanxuan almost tore the silk brocade on his clothes, so she had no choice but to pick up the cat.

"That's right, you've made progress. If you take thirty lashes, you'll be half-crippled if you don't die." Maoqiu said with satisfaction.

Qiu Wanxuan's fingers stroking the cat suddenly trembled, and she let out a bewildered "ah".

Seeing his expression, Mao Qiu asked in surprise, "Don't you know? The whip on the punishment platform is enchanted."

After Qiu Wanxuan left, the boy still kept his kneeling posture, his face sinking like water, and suddenly he clenched his fists after a long time.

The author says:

Babies, please collect it——(crying and pointing fingers)