King Yan's Canary

It's like begging, or like a child begging for candy with red eyes, such a deep longing, the longing is strong.

Xiao Zhen was in a daze, unable to control himself, he wanted to ravage him, to ravage this self-absorbed, extremely owed/fucked look.

Then he remembered that he had promised him before that he would let him see his senior brother.

The night is still long, so it’s not too late to come back after seeing it!

Save him from being distracted!

He simply agreed: "Okay, I will take you there now. Finish your food first."

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness!"

Wen Ruyu didn't expect him to agree, she almost cried with joy, parted her long hair and let it fall to one shoulder, revealing a round and slender neck like jade lotus root, leaned down slightly, and drank bird's nest obediently.

Xiao Zhen's gaze was fixed on his exquisite earlobe, and he thought that if the small stone picked up in the lake was hung on it, it would look good.

Thinking about it, he put down the man, stood up and ordered: "Eat first, my king is going to dump something."

Wen Ruyu sat on his lap as if distracted, afraid that he would be a beast and get rid of herself, and when she let go, the tight strings in her heart suddenly relaxed, "Yes, my lord."

Xiao Zhen didn't pay any attention to him, went to the inside and rummaged through the boxes, and found a shiny silver needle!

With a sinister smile on his lips, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were poisoned, and without the slightest hesitation, he took out the small green stone.

King Yan's strength was so strong that he could cut iron like mud, and he could kill ten bison with his bare hands, and a small stone could easily pass through with a light touch on his hand.

It's as simple as piercing a piece of tender bean/curd without any cracks.

Put it on and hide it in your cuffs, and walked towards Wen Ruyu.

"Finished?"

"Ah."

Wen Ruyu wiped the corner of her mouth lightly, looking at him with anticipation.

Xiao Zhen couldn't help squinting his eyes, raised his hand and hooked his fingers at him, "Come here, to see your senior brother, you must dress up."

Wen Ruyu thought that he was going to tie her hair again, and there was some kind of strange throbbing in her heart, and she went over obediently, with thin water ripples in her slightly raised eyebrows, "How does the lord want to dress up Xiaoyu?"

"You'll know in a while!"

Xiao Zhen clasped his soft arm and pulled it violently. It smelled like jade and the sky was spinning. His long hair and robe flew up. After drawing a few messy arcs in the air, he was firmly pressed against the red sandalwood carved python tea. on the table.

The heartbeat has not yet subsided, the breathing is still fluttering, and a stinging pain like a needle prick suddenly gushes out from the left earlobe!

It's not like, it's really being pricked by a needle.

Without any feeling of pity, Xiao Zhen abruptly pierced the silver needle covered with pebbles through Wen Ruyu's tender earlobe!

Like wearing a little cotton candy.

The blood splashed and dripped on Yubai's neck, like red plums on snow, twinkling over the stars in the room.

"what……"

Wen Ruyu tightened her body, stretched her neck long, opened her round eyes, opened her mouth wide, she was so frightened that she wanted to scream, but the pain was excruciating, and she could only make a dumb sound as if her breath had been cut off.

Xiao Zhen picked up the spirits on the cabinet, bit off the bottle cap with his teeth, and poured it on his blood-stained earlobe!

Wen Ruyu's fingertips were all curled up, and her bare feet kicked under the man's body, and her body stretched into a bow due to violent convulsions.

After Xiao Zhen cleaned up the blood, he slumped limply on the table again.

Xiao Zhen exerted a little force with his fingertips, and he folded the silver needle into a circle, and the sharp end pierced into the stone, like a beautiful little earring, and like a small lock that cannot be unlocked.

"It's good, it's pretty."

Xiao Zhen pulled the person in front of the bronze mirror, his eyes were full of appreciation.

Picking up the swollen earlobe, "This king gave you this, you wear it like a treasure, you can't take it off until you die, you know?"

Wen Ruyu had never seen a green and translucent stone, and thought it was a treasure, so she nodded with tears.

"Well, Xiaoyu wears it. As long as the prince is happy, Xiaoyu will wear it to death."

Xiao Zhen took out his handkerchief to wipe his tears, and said jokingly: "Don't cry, I will see your senior brother later, if he cries like this, he will be sad."

"Okay, Xiaoyu won't cry."

Wen Ruyu choked her throat, trying her best to maintain an obedient posture that Xiao Zhen would not hate.

He was afraid that if he offended him a little, he would never see his senior brother again.

But it hurts so much, how can he stop the tears if he wants to stop?

Did you agree not to cry?

Why are the tears more and more violent?

Xiao Zhen's handkerchief was completely soaked.

The dampness penetrated through the rough fingertips, as if soaking into the chest cavity, like dripping water piercing a stone, gradually melting into the cold heart.

"Don't cry! If you cry again, you won't be allowed to see him!" He said irritably.

Wen Ruyu hurriedly pulled up her sleeves, wiped her face indiscriminately, grabbed the man's sleeves, her eyes were so red, "Stop crying, take me to see him, please."

Xiao Zhen became more irritable, but he didn't say any more, and pulled someone up to take him away.

……

The dungeon of Prince Yan's Mansion was dark and damp, and the air was not only filled with the smell of blood, the screams of prisoners and the sound of iron chains hitting, but also the lingering breath of death.

Wen Ruyu wore Xiao Zhen's black cloak, covering her head together. Even so, she still couldn't hide her slender and handsome figure, and the half of her face under the brim of the hat was too delicate.

Many prisoners showed greedy eyes to him, stretched out their sick or bloody hands, trying to catch him!

He was so frightened that he had no choice but to speed up his pace to keep up with Xiao Zhen.

Passing through the long prison corridors like purgatory, I finally saw Xiaodouzi in the corner cell.

He is disheveled and has lost all the brilliance on the stage of the past, but he still does not forget his master's teachings and practice hard.Practicing handstand with one hand on the ground.

"Little Douzi..."

Wen Ruyu rushed over through the iron fence, tears also flew.

Xiaodouzi was startled, almost fell off the wall, got up in a hurry, and rushed towards him also full of excitement, "Xiaoyu, are you okay?"

"……good,"

I have forgotten the sound of my mouth, and I am so hoarse.

Xiaodouzi was shocked, staring blankly at the face under the brim of the hat, and clenched those jade white hands: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with your throat?"

Wen Ruyu closed her eyes, not daring to tell the truth, pressed her lips and said, "It's okay, I have a cold."

Xiaodouzi obviously heard that his pronunciation was not standard, and pulled him in through the iron fence, "Open your mouth and let me see?"

"...Little Douzi,"

Wen Ruyu didn't dare, so she turned her face away to cover it up, "Leave me alone, I will find a way to let you out."

"I told you to open your mouth!" Xiaodouzi roared.

He had seen Wen Ruyu after catching a cold, and heard Wen Ruyu's voice after catching a cold, but it was definitely not this kind of timbre.

It sounds like someone's tongue has been cut off.

Wen Ruyu shook his hand, tears welling up: "Little Douzi, don't be like this..."

"Wen Ruyu, tell me! What did he do to you?!" Xiaodouzi was about to go crazy, and dragged him into the prison desperately.

The eye sockets are red from fighting.

Xiao Zhen looked at Fan from the side, frowned and said sharply: "Let him go!"