It's hard to be a prodigal

Before that, Jiang Heng was still at home preparing a banquet for Lord Hou.

The night before, I ordered Gu Duo'er to prepare rice noodle molds quickly, and went to the market early in the morning to pick fresh fish, vegetables and eggs. When I came back, I rolled up my sleeves and entered the kitchen, and tied up my apron to cut vegetables. The maids hurriedly started to fight underneath.

Jiang Heng's craftsmanship is really not bad, his parents died early, and his elder brother was so coquettish that the cook couldn't stand it, he thought this one was too salty, and the next time he thought it was hard, and he poured it out if he didn't like it, Jiang Heng couldn't understand his brother all day long It was a waste of food at night, so I had to study a few dishes by myself. Unexpectedly, his brother was quite satisfied, and occasionally picked a thorn, but he ate all the food.

I have done a lot, practice makes perfect, and I have also learned a few special dishes. Even the master chefs of Yingchunlou can't make such an authentic fragrance.

On the one hand, he was thinking that Lord Hou’s arrival was a glorious event in the Jiang family’s house, and if he neglected it, he would be disrespectful to Lord Hou, and he should invite the elders of the Jiang family, such as the second and third uncles, to welcome him; on the other hand, he thought, Master just came here for a light meal, there was no reason for it, a whole bunch of people came to flatter him, presumably Hou Ye was also annoyed.

Furthermore, Jiang's family has already separated, and the second and third bedrooms have long since lost their relationship with the big one. Jiang Heng hates the behavior of the second and third uncles from the bottom of his heart, and he does not want to see them out of selfishness.

The next day was approaching noon, and Jingchuanhou's carriage stopped at the gate of the Jiang family compound. Even if it was a small merchant's banquet, it would arrive whenever it said it would arrive. Marquis of Jingchuan, it's not bad at all.

As soon as Sui Lan, the world-famous god of war, stepped into the Jiang family compound, the small noise in the courtyard fell silent, and the servant girls hurriedly knelt down to salute.

The dishes have already been prepared, but there is still a dish of lotus and bighead carp, which needs to be simmered for two hours. Jiang Heng saw that the time was approaching, so he hurried to take a bath to wash off the smell of firewood and oily smoke on his body, and then ran to the kitchen Bring lotus and bighead carp into the banquet hall.

Hou Ye walked to the front of the courtyard, just in time to see the white and clean little scholar carrying a soup cup, a cloth towel covering his hot ear handles, and a dust-proof apron around his waist, and he was delivering it to the lobby in an even and smooth manner.

One can tell at a glance that he is used to doing chores at home, and he is not doing drama to please every occasion.

Living in the house, and being born by his first wife, most of the dandies are vile, lazy and incompetent, but Jiang Heng is diligent and steady. Young Master Sui nodded and walked steadily into the lobby.

The carriage parked outside attracted the attention of passers-by, and those with sharp eyes saw that it was the carriage of Marquis Jingchuan, and hurriedly publicized it.

The second and third uncles soon learned of the news and gathered together to calculate.

The third uncle scratched his head wonderingly with his fan: "The Marquis of Jingchuan has always been upright and rarely accepts banquets from merchants. What's the matter today?"

The servant under the hall interjected, and said sourly: "I heard that the Zongheng pawnshop was almost robbed the day before yesterday, but fortunately, Lord Hou came to rescue him. Young Master Jiang Heng used this as an excuse to coax Lord Hou to have a light meal."

The second uncle snorted from his nose.

The eldest of the Jiang family chose so many unpromising properties when they separated, and they have come back to life in the past two years. On the contrary, their second and third families are increasingly struggling to make ends meet. Sour behind the choreography.

The second uncle rolled his eyes and thought of a good plan.

"Third brother, listen to me, even if Jiang Heng can't be broken this time, those two brothers can lose Lord Hou's trust."

The third uncle hastily listened.

"Okay, do as you say."

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Lord Sui Xiaohou really likes the quiet, the hall is quiet, and a few maids are helping to prepare vegetables.Jiang Heng sat on the other side, introducing the dishes one by one with joy on his face, saying something wrong from time to time, rubbing his hands and touching his blushing face.

Not talking when eating or sleeping is a deep-rooted rule of Lord Sui Xiaohou since he was a child, but today he made an exception for Jiang Heng, and he said "good" every time he tasted a dish.

Jiang Heng is very useful, even the eldest brother has never praised his craftsmanship so much.

This meal satisfies the appetite, and it is rare to be quiet, Sui Xiaohou is in a good mood, so he takes a rest in the guest room.

Jiang Heng was eager to give it a try, he walked around Lord Hou, asked about Master Hou's taste, and said that the after-dinner snacks were still steaming in the kitchen, and he would serve them later.

Lord Sui Xiaohou nodded, and Jiang Heng flew out of the guest room like a brisk little swallow.

"...Little boy." Sui Lan's cold eyes were filled with gentleness, and he smiled faintly.

Jiang Heng was even more excited, happily shuttled between the kitchen and the guest room.

A maid came over to change the incense in the room. It was light and fragrant, elegant and fragrant. Lord Hou glanced at the incense burner and frowned slightly.

In the kitchen, Jiang Heng was squatting down to add firewood, but he felt movement behind him, looked back, and saw two servants sneaking in, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Where do you guys come from?" Jiang Heng stopped his hands and stared blankly at each other.

There was a servant with a bad tone, and said sinisterly: "Sister Guduoer asked us to bring a bowl of soup to the young master."

"Don't come here!" Jiang Heng backed away in panic, stretched out his hand to block them, and called out in a raised voice, "Come on! Hurry up... oh!"

Two servants rushed forward to hold down the young scholar, who was skinny and tender, poured a bowl of medicinal soup first, then tore off all his clothes, put them in a sack and carried them away.

Jiang Heng's body became weaker and weaker, he couldn't move, his eyes were blurred, his throat was burning, numb and painful, and he couldn't make a sound.

In an instant, all five senses were blocked, he couldn't scream, his eyes were blurred, he couldn't hear clearly, and he couldn't use any strength in his body.

Lord Sui Xiaohou was sitting in the guest room, with the extinguished incense burner in his hand, his expression was not as gentle as when he came here, but was replaced by a stern look.

I don't know whose idea it is to light warm incense in the room. Could it be that he wants to send some enchanting beauty in and ruin his reputation? This farce has already been staged in the Yingchun Tower.

The sound of knocking on the wall could be faintly heard from the next room, Sui Lan looked around vigilantly, called two guards, Yefeng Yeying, and told them to stay nearby, and go and see for herself, what kind of tricks the Jiang family was trying to pull off.

Sui Lan followed the corridor to identify which guest room it was, and when she heard a strange noise in the room, she suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Yefeng Yeying obeyed orders and stood guard outside the door.

After carefully searching the outer hall, there was nothing wrong, and then slowly stepped into the inner room, where the bed curtains were layered, Sui Lan raised the tip of the eagle-winged spear, and suddenly cut off the curtains.

The light gauze fell to the ground, and on the bed lay a thin and white body of a young boy, with a slender and soft waist, his arms beating the wall feebly, struggling to turn over, half-closed eyes facing Sui Lan.

Sui Xiaohou was startled, and was stunned for a moment, pointing the sharp spear point between Jiang Heng's eyebrows.

Jiang Heng's pupils were gray, and the tip of the gun was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't see anything. He only felt that there was a figure in front of him, so he struggled to crawl over to ask for help.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was given, and he didn't know how long it would take for the medicine to wear off. Jiang Heng's whole body seemed to be soaked in darkness, at a loss for what to do.

As he climbed closer and closer, Sui Lan had to slowly retract the tip of the spear, so as not to pierce a transparent hole in this thin body.

"Jiang Heng, talk." Sui Lan waited for him to explain.

Jiang Heng couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and couldn't make a sound at all.

Sui Lan was expressionless, looking down at the little scholar struggling hard, as if he had been fed cartilage powder, not some kind of poison, which could be dissolved in a day.

It seems that Jiang Heng is a great gift from the Jiang family.

It turns out that his mood has been exposed to such an extent, can it be easily seen that he has become interested in Jiang Heng?

Indeed, this little scholar is very attractive, if Jiang Heng is used to bribe him, even if he is as upright as the Marquis of Jingchuan, he will inevitably be tempted.

He used military prostitutes to meet his needs in the army, and even his father took it for granted. In Sui Lan's perception, inserting the body of military prostitutes was just a necessary means to meet his own needs.

The Jiang family is no longer what it used to be, and the family is rich and wealthy, but compared to him, the Marquis of Jingchuan, they are nothing.

He can enjoy what he likes freely, not because he pretends to be a gentleman, but because of the deep-rooted concept of the royal family since he was a child. wrong.

Jiang Heng felt terrified that a pair of big hands were pressing on his waist, dragging him to the side of the bed, and then, fingertips were touching his buttocks, which made him feel extremely humiliated, but unable to struggle.

There was a hot and hard giant that pressed against his most vulnerable part, and inserted it into the intestinal point without refusal. Jiang Heng was sweating profusely from the pain, and his thin white body was covered with slippery cold sweat, but he couldn't make a sound at all. He couldn't see who was violating him, and he was powerless to resist, only a pair of rough hands like iron clamps tightly fixed his waist.

Until the whole person was pierced and filled by the giant, Jiang Heng sobbed and raised his powerless hand, softly supporting the big hand on his waist, turned his head, and looked at him with tears on his face begging for mercy.

Sui Lan was used to seeing countless people pleading in fear, but because that person was Jiang Heng, she felt a slight pain in her heart.

His voice was thick and deep, and he promised indifferently: "I won't treat you badly."

The effect of the medicine gradually weakened, and Jiang Heng could occasionally hear the deep breathing of the people behind him, the crisp sound of his flesh being pierced by collisions again and again, and he could feel the genitals that he had never used or even self-molested were covered with rough gun calluses He rubbed his big hands up and down, and the unspeakable shame made him tremble all over, until he heard a familiar voice, which made him happy and uneasy the day before, but made his scalp numb the next moment.

As far as Jiang Heng is concerned, he has never been subjected to such painful torture and abuse, nor has he been stripped naked and allowed to be inserted into his body with a dirty penis in such a shameful manner.

As far as Sui Lan was concerned, he just accepted the Jiang family's bribe and gift, nothing else.If the Jiang family asked him anything, he would pay attention, that's all.

Until the end, the giant spewed out a stream of hot concentrated essence from Jiang Heng's body, filling Jiang Heng's fragile, red and swollen intestines, and Jiang Heng was locked under Sui Lan's body by those big hands, and was forced to leave every drop. Eat all the hot liquid.

"Hmm..." Jiang Heng let out a painful sob, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Sui Lan froze for a moment, then leaned over to wipe away his tears.

He had never felt sorry for the people under him, but he couldn't help pulling the trembling Jiang Heng into his arms, comforting him helplessly.

Did he... did something wrong.

At some point, Jiang Heng fell into a dark sleep, and it was two days after he woke up, the effect of the medicine had worn off, and his legs were still a little weak.

The back acupoint was swollen and painful, he didn't even dare to tell the servant girl, let alone go to buy medicine by himself, he only dared to go to Maple Leaf Residence to find Shen Huan.

Shen Huan sympathized with him, took care of him and gave him medicine, and let Jiang Heng, who was still in shock, live in his bedroom. Jiang Heng didn't dare to go home for several days, as if everyone would point at him and call him lewd when he stepped out of the door.

When Shen Huan came back from buying medicine outside, he brought Jiang Heng a handwritten letter, saying that Jiang Zong had sent it from Chaohai.

The letters on the letter are all pawn shop code words, and the handwriting is also the unique cursive script used to deliberately prevent counterfeiting when issuing pawn tickets. It seems that the letter is afraid of being intercepted, and the content inside may be of great concern.

Jiang Heng opened it tremblingly and took a look. It was a stern order:

"Marquis Jingchuan and King Jing are bound to die, so don't get entangled with them."

Shen Huan couldn't understand the words on it, but saw Jiang Heng's eyelids were red, and he was crying on the table.

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