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up? Mu'er held the shoes in embarrassment, and knelt by the bed, afraid that the young master would hate him, as long as he thought that he would die if he left this room, he could only knock his head heavily on the floor, and begged: " Please son, don't hate slaves, slaves will definitely serve you well!Young Master, this slave is good at everything, please don’t dislike me, Young Master..."

The merciless kowtow made Binyuan's scalp tingle. He never thought of embarrassing this person, but was very afraid of contacting strangers.

Sometimes he really wants to abandon the idea of ​​​​a peaceful society, but the kind of education that is deeply rooted in the 21st century has been deeply rooted in his bones. He can't always face the enslaved people calmly like people in this world. Existence is what it should be.

"Don't kowtow anymore, I, I don't hate you..." Binyuan fumbled with her hands indiscriminately, and finally touched the other party, put her hand on the other party's bleeding forehead, trembled, and shrank again return.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!" Mu'er smiled with blood on her face as if she had been reborn. She smiled honestly and honestly.

Fu Sheng is really good at judging people, and the person sent to take care of Bin Yuan is indeed a down-to-earth, down-to-earth and capable servant.

After tying up her hair, Mu'er carefully supported Bin Yuan to the table to eat.

Because Binyuan couldn't see, even if he wanted to eat by himself, Mu'er would grab the bowl and feed him bit by bit.

After swallowing a mouthful of food, Bin Yuan asked, "Mu'er, how old are you?" He heard the voice, and he didn't feel that this servant was young, on the contrary, he might be older than himself.

Mu'er's face turned bitter, and with a little fear, she replied tremblingly: "Little one, I'm already 25..."

"Then why are you among these bandits?" He heard the language spoken by the other party, like a native of Fusang.

"I'm a slave. I was supposed to be escorted to the country of Dazhida. The team transporting slaves was attacked by bandits on this mountain, and we were also taken to the mountain." Mu'er replied in fear.

Binyuan automatically blocked the noisy noise outside the house, shook her head, expressing that she was full, and asked, "Which country are you from?"

"I'm from Fusang Country..." Mu'er put down the bowl and answered with trembling hands.

Sure enough, Binyuan didn't say a word, and then he thought of something, let go of his tightly clenched sleeves, and said in a low voice: "Mu'er, I have something to ask you."

"My lord, please tell me, as long as the slave can do it, it must be done for you!"

"No!" Binyuan stretched out her hand, groped the other's shoulder, narrowed the distance between the two, leaned into the other's ear, and said cautiously: "I want to ask you, it may be very dangerous, and it may lose your head You don't agree to this matter because I am your master, you just have to think about it carefully, even if you don't agree, I won't blame you. "

Mu'er stared at Binyuan without blinking. This is the most beautiful master he has ever seen in his life. When he was young, his parents were out-and-out farmers. Later, because the harvest in the village was not good, the sisters Those who married were married, and those who were brothers became soldiers and died on the battlefield.

He was the youngest in the family. He was sold by his parents to a family in the town as a slave. Later, the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. All the officers and soldiers were killed by the bandits, and he also took his life to stay in this bandit den.

"Sir, please tell me!"

"Are you really not afraid?" Binyuan was a little nervous, because ignorance of people might lead to a situation where she would never be able to recover.

"Don't be afraid!" Mu'er suddenly grasped Bin Yuan's hands, knelt on the ground, raised her head, pressed the other's hand on her heart, and said like an oath: "Young master, please believe me. I will never betray my son!"

Binyuan's heart trembled a little because of the other party's sincere words. She repeatedly searched the memory in her mind, and was relieved to confirm that she had never known a person named Mu'er before.

"No one will be loyal to someone casually. What's more, you and I have only known each other for half a day. How do you prove it?" Binyuan pulled his hand back. Although he was mostly in the mentality of taking advantage of him, in this troubled world, only You have to be ruthless to survive.

Mu'er smiled, feeling the temperature on his hand, it was as similar as before, and felt that the person in front of him was exactly the same as before, and hadn't changed at all.

He knew that the son must not remember the past.

But this is actually nothing to Binyuan, but it is a precious memory to him.

At that time, he had just been sold into a big family as a slave. As a newcomer, of course he would be bullied by some people who didn't like him.

At that time, the host had a guest, and he was a very rich businessman. Everyone was very busy, so they didn't notice him, who was injured.

It was Binyuan who saved him and let the injured him hide in the guest room where he entertained guests, and escaped the catastrophe.

The man specially ordered a supper for him, left some money for his wound medicine, and bribed some servants. Since then, his life has improved somewhat.

"Young master, please rest assured, I will definitely prove it to you!" He insisted through gritted teeth, with a persistent gleam in his eyes.

At the beginning, he didn't know that Binyuan would be in the cottage until he was assigned here to serve the new master. When he walked to the bedside and saw Binyuan sleeping soundly, he believed that it must be the arrangement of heaven.

He didn't know what the young master suffered and why he lost his eyes. Even so, in his heart, the young master was still the most sacred existence.

"Well, I need you to do something, it's a little dangerous." Binyuan silently counted the time, "In the past few days, help me understand the terrain of the cottage, when will the patrollers rest and when will they go to work? Take a look too."

"Leave this on me." Mu'er nodded, seeing the sun reflected into the room, suggested: "Master, do you want to go out for a walk, the snow has melted recently, the weather is frighteningly cold, it's hard to get out now Sun, don't miss it."

"Okay." Bin Yuan stretched out her hand to motion for the other party to help her up.

Because he was not familiar with the room, he couldn't find the direction to go out. Fortunately, there was a servant by his side to help.

A few more days later, Binyuan lived a leisurely life when she should be eating and drinking, but Fu Sheng hasn't come to him recently.

Binyuan is not in a hurry. Of course, he has carefully planned a big event now. Whether he can succeed or not depends mainly on whether the heavens will give him a chance to turn around.

As reported by his subordinates, the group of caravans walked over the top of the mountain in a mighty way, without encountering the scene of being besieged and robbed by bandits as rumored.

When things go wrong, there must be a demon. Riding on a high horse, Chu You silently remembered the surrounding scenery and terrain in his mind. He took a deep breath, ignored the unbalanced breath in his heart, and hypnotized himself over and over again.

You have to trust Your Highness!

He knew that His Highness was not dead, and he also knew what His Highness was planning.

The night before Yuan's house was slaughtered, at three quarters of the ugly hour, when everything was quiet, His Highness pushed open the door of his room.

Only the two of them knew about this matter, and the others were kept in the dark. He still remembered how much bitterness and unspeakable pain was contained in His Highness's serious tone that night.

"You have to know, I'm afraid I can't protect everyone's lives. You know, how tragic it is to have money but no power in this world, and you may not know how you died." Bin Yuan wrote the three letters in advance The letter was spread out on the table, "They have already started to act. No matter what happens to me tomorrow night, just do what you should do and don't come back."

"Your Highness!" Chu You had no choice but to hold on to the three letters, desperately watching His Highness transfer all of Fenghua Xueyue's property information one by one.

"Don't worry about my safety, take everyone well, it's best to get out of here. The Grub Country is a good place to go, and it's not impossible to transfer all Fenghua Xueyue's property there. What we are facing now is just a small one. A small disturbance, there will be more things to do in the future, you can do it with peace of mind and boldness."

Since then, he hasn't had a good night's sleep every night, and he always thinks of how desolate His Highness's back was when he left.

No one can understand his thoughts, only he retains his humanity in this troubled world.

On the surface, Fenghua Xueyue's industry seems to be selling things, but in fact, their real industry is medicine.

Every year, 80.00% of the people on this continent will die due to diseases. His Highness once spent several years traveling around to count the incidence and types of diseases, and wrote several herbal medicine books for several diseases.

His Highness spent several times the high price to buy medicinal materials, and then sold them to ordinary people at a low price. After a long time, this kind of life lasted for several years.

Of course, Mo Ye and Liang Yuci also knew about this. They used to stay up all night around a candle looking through the books, calculating every income and every herbal medicine sold at a low price.

No one is familiar with what's going on under the hood.

Binyuan recalled all the past, and felt that she was a little bitch.

However, he is a living person with flesh and blood. It is impossible for him to feel that the living people around him are fake just because he is in the world of a book. As long as he is alive, all of this is true.

The people living in this world are stupid and kind. They are poor, but they will not lose their humanity due to poverty.

Binyuan once watched a mother and son commit suicide by drowning themselves in a river. Of course, children in ancient times had very simple minds. All they wanted was for their mother to be healthy and healthy. All the difficulties seemed to be magnified a hundred times.

After staying in this bandit den for a month, the weather is still cold. After the new year, the bandit mountain stream is getting busier every day.

The plum blossom forest under the attic is in full bloom, and the plum blossoms are bright red, as if they have been full of blood, and they grow gracefully and gracefully, for people to appreciate.

The plum blossoms are very fragrant, and the faint fragrance floats far in the cold air.

"My lord, it's time to drink the medicine." Mu'er brought the medicine boiled in the kitchen to Bin Yuan, fearing that she would burn her.

"What are you doing outside recently?" Bin Yuan was about to drink it up in one gulp, even though the taste in his mouth was so bitter that he had lost his taste, he didn't even blink.

People change really fast, and what they were most afraid of before now seems like a piece of cake.

"They are planning to attack another group of caravans that are about to pass by recently." Mu'er hears very little, and eavesdropping is too obvious to cause detection. Every time she has to pass by, she walks back and forth in a hurry .

"Which country is it from?"

"It seems to be... from Yi Country." Mu'er put Binyuan's unusually cold hand under Mrs. Tang to warm it up, and bowed her waist and said.

"There's a letter under the pillow, you find a way to post it."

Mu'er lowered her head, froze for a while, nodded slightly, and went back to the attic softly.

The red clouds in the sky slowly sank down the mountains, and in the forest behind the mountain village, a pigeon slowly flew up and quickly disappeared into a dot.

Mu'er stayed in the woods for a long time before he dared to go out slowly. He looked around, and soon the figure disappeared at the end of the path.

At the same time, Chu Youke, who was in the flame city in the center of the desert, could not feel the cold winter temperature at all.

Of course, Flame City is located in a special location all year round, but there is no winter.

It’s January now, and shirtless men can be seen all over the street. Women are also wearing very little clothes. The chest is wrapped in a piece of white cloth, revealing a buckwheat-colored belly. Women’s bodies are not weaker than men’s at all. There are still muscles on the woman's belly button, which looks very strong.

When Chu You opened the window on the third floor to get some air, he happened to see Wang Guoguo rushing upstairs with another dead carrier pigeon.

"Lord Chu! Your Highness has sent a letter!" Wang Guoguo excitedly handed out the pigeon.

After taking the dead and stiff pigeon body from the opponent's hand, Chu You looked complicated, opened the letter tied to the pigeon's leg, browsed through it one by one, walked to the candlestick, and burned the letter.

"Take the pigeon and eat it." Chu You returned the dead pigeon to Wang Guoguo.

"What did Your Highness say?" Wang Guoguo took the pigeon's body and remained unmoved. After waiting for more than half a month, he finally heard from His Highness. He rode a horse and ran to the desert a few kilometers away. Just found a pigeon.

Chu You glanced at Wang Guoguo with a heavy expression on his face.

"Your Highness asked us to find someone as soon as possible..."

Wang Guoguo's face froze, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It can't be about Master Mo, right?" He felt a little lingering.

According to the original plan, he and Liu Xiaojun hid in the woods with the injured Mo Ye, intending to wait for the pursuers to leave before going out, but they did not expect that group of pursuers to be so strict.

In order to distract those men in black, he and Liu Xiaojun chose different directions to escape, attracting the men in black to divide into two teams. Blood, but no one.

And Liu Xiaojun's whereabouts are even more unknown. He still can't absolve himself of the crime and feels deeply guilty. His Highness finally arranged an important task for him, but he didn't do anything well, and even lost two people.

"No."

"What?" Wang Guoguo yelled, "No? Who is that?" He really couldn't remember who His Highness was looking for at this critical moment.

Chu You frowned. All he was worried about was the name. When he saw that word, he knew that the person His Highness was looking for was definitely not from Fusang.

"Kulada Barman, this is his name. You also go to inquire and find out which country this name is from?"

"This..." Wang Guoguo savored the name silently. It really doesn't look like the surname of people from their country, but rather like a country that has disappeared and does not exist.

"Lord Chu, are you sure His Highness is really looking for this person?" Wang Guoguo asked again with all kinds of uncertainties.

"What's the matter, what's the point?" Chu You put his calm and serious eyes on Wang Guoguo.

Stared at by these majestic eyes, Wang Guoguo had no meaning at all, and immediately shook her head: "No, no, no, I don't have any meaning..."

"Then hurry up and find someone!"

Wang Guoguo nodded desperately, got out quickly, and closed the door by the way.

Walking down the stairs, he wiped the mask on his forehead guiltily, just in time to bump into Du'an who was crouching on the stairs watching him down.

Hearing movement behind him, Du An quickly stood up, watched Wang Guoguo come down with the dead pigeon again, and asked eagerly, "What did His Highness say in the letter?"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Wang Guoguo replied in perplexity: "What else can I do? After waiting for so long, I finally got a reply from His Highness, but His Highness is looking for a guy with a strange surname..."

"Who is your Highness looking for?" Du'an ran behind Wang Guoguo's buttocks. He was a head taller than Wang Guoguo, and his body was also stronger than his.

"Oh, don't get so close to me, it's so hot!" Wang Guo pushed the opponent, gritted his teeth and said, "What's your name? Oh, Kurada Barman."

"What?!" Du'an thought he heard it wrong, reached out to hold Wang Guoguo who was about to walk away, frowned and asked again: "Say it again!"

Wang Guoguo was getting annoyed. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party got along well with him, he would have gone crazy.

"Did I say you didn't hear clearly? It's called Kurada Barman!"

Du'an nodded solemnly, still frowning, and answered incomprehensibly: "Your Highness obviously knows Baman! Didn't it mean that His Highness sent Baman to Nanman? Could it be that something happened to him there?"

Now it was Wang Guoguo's turn to be shocked.

"Wait, wait! I want to say, are our problems on the same line? I'm talking about Kurada Baman, not Baiman!" Misunderstood again.

Of course, Du An seemed a bit dumbfounded, he is an out-and-out Southern Man countryman, how could he not know the customs and naming habits of his own country.

"This is the same name." Du'an explained: "All the men in the Nanman Kingdom have different names when they are not married and after they are married. For example, my name is Du'an now, but once After I get married, my name will become Uraka Duan. The names are all chosen in advance, and we will only change our minds at that time. When Baiman was not married, of course I used this name, and so on. When he gets married, his name will be changed to Kurada Bahman."

Wang Guoguo couldn't close his mouth. Of course, he was surprised by this strange custom, and his head was in a mess. He didn't even think about reporting this matter to Chu You as soon as possible.

☆, the beast of the North

The two chatted about the customs of the Southern Barbarian Kingdom, until it was getting dark, Wang Guoguo slapped his thigh and yelled high.

"It's over! I was curious and forgot about the business, so let's not talk about it. I have to tell Master Chu about it!"

Watching Wang Guoguo run away in a hurry, Du An was still puzzled by Erzhang Monk. Of course, in his opinion, having two names is very common. After all, in Nanman Kingdom, such a custom is very common.

But for the people of Fusang country, only those who have been in business all the year round know that there is a difference between married and unmarried men in Nanman country.

In the Nanman Kingdom, unmarried men are all assigned to minors. After they get married, their names will be automatically changed, which is equivalent to them becoming an adult. The changed name symbolizes their future. life will get better and better.

After Chu You learned of this shocking incident, the first thing he thought of was to find the pigeons and spread the letter, but when he came to the place where the pigeons were kept, he suddenly remembered that their pigeons were all dead.

The most important thing now is to pray that His Highness can deliver another letter, and also pray that the pigeons that deliver the letter will not die of thirst on the way, otherwise, they will never be able to deliver the news after they learn it.

It's night, the sound of water splashing on rockery and stone bridges, and the traces of snow disappearing, it's even colder.

The room was filled with charcoal fire, and Bin Yuan sat in front of the small window, his black hair was wetted by the silky rain in the unscrupulous cold wind. It was to make Mu'er worry.

"Boom!" There was a knock on the door.

The two people in the room looked at the door at the same time. Of course, Binyuan couldn't see it. When the knock on the door sounded, he just turned his head inertially.

"Who?" Mu'er put down the things in his hands, looked at the door warily, and asked.

However, there was no answer at the door. After waiting quietly for a while, there was still no reply. Mu'er came to the door and looked out through the crack of the door, but did not see anyone.

"Don't look, the person has already left." Bin Yuan said, he heard a slight sound of footsteps leaving, it can be seen that the person should have planned to come in, but in the end, for some reason, he fled in a hurry.

The crackling of the charcoal fire broke the silence of the night.

"Mu'er, has there been any reply lately?"

"No." Mu'er closed the window, feeling shivering from the cold wind outside, "The pigeons that were released have not come back, son, why don't I look for them tomorrow to see if there are still alive pigeons. "

Generally, there are very few living animals in the village, especially pigeons. The people in the village snatch the things back, and the gold and silver jewelry are handed over to the master of the village. As the head of the house, some of the remaining living creatures will be slaughtered soon.

Caravans that were robbed usually carried live pigeons along with them, mainly for the convenience of sending letters.

Moreover, not every pigeon can find its way very well, and it is more troublesome to train, and the time left for them by God is simply not enough.

A few days later, Fu Sheng led the bandits from the cottage, surrounded the mountains, and robbed a group of caravans that were escorting imperial goods from Nanman to Yi Kingdom.

The sound of swords being sharpened in the middle of the night sounded, and the ambitious bandits, like hungry wolves, pounced on the exhausted soldiers and killed them all.

In the end, the old, weak, sick, and disabled women who couldn't resist crowded together in fear. Some of the female family members among them were slim and tall, and they were not ordinary identities at first glance.

Fu Sheng walked towards those female relatives, raised the woman's jaw with a knife, looked left and right, put it down in disgust, when the female relatives were trembling with fear and felt that they were going to die, only heard the person who turned and left He opened his mouth coldly.

"The old, weak, sick and disabled women were released."

A group of bandits who were waiting to steal money and sex were stunned for a moment. Even though they were reluctant, they still let them go because of the majesty of the head of the family.

The bandits, who had won a great victory, returned with a full load, and returned to the village with smiles and smiles. They imprisoned some ordinary peasants who surrendered, young and vigorous, and slaves together.

In the evening, a large bonfire was set up in the square of the stockade, and the blushing man and the singing and dancing female slave performed an activity that made people blush and heartbeat on the spot. I also have a fragrant and delicious beautiful girl in my arms.

Of course, female slaves are very sought-after, and not everyone can have them if they want them.

In the main seat, Fu Sheng was leaning on the chair like a lazy cat, squinting his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the firelight. The death row prisoner yawned sleepily, and stood beside the head in a daze.

He didn't sleep well last night, and the cold knife next door had a half-night quarrel with his new female slave. Pity him, a bachelor, who has no woman to love him, and can't get a woman. He runs after the ascetic leader all day long , so that everyone in the village thought that he was going to become a monk.

"What's the matter, haven't you slept enough?" came the lazy voice, and the drowsiness of the condemned prisoner who climbed to the top of his head disappeared in an instant. Facing the cat-like sharp eyes of the head of the house, he naturally dared not admit it, and immediately shook his head. Shaking his head: "No, no! How dare I fall asleep with the big master here!"

The corner of Fu Sheng's mouth curled up in a joyful arc. Of course he knew it well, but he wouldn't bother with his little brother about such a trivial matter.

There are more and more people around the bonfire, some start to punch and drink, and some have trouble with women in public, bold and unrestrained, there is no red tape here, and etiquette is simply a superfluous thing, they are bandits, plundering and plundering It's their nature.

In the past, Fu Sheng always took all this for granted.

Until he met that person, he began to slightly change his thoughts and the concepts he had always insisted on.

"What's Yuan doing lately?" Amidst the noise, Fu Sheng spoke in a low voice, but the death row prisoner who had been standing beside him could hear him clearly.

"Ah! Mr. Yuan is basking in the sun recently. When he is free, he sits in the plum blossom grove. Oh, he went to the library a few days ago." The death row prisoner didn't think that what he reported was strange, so he said truthfully.

"Study building..." Fu Sheng swished, and opened all his eyes. The eyes with different-colored pupils were like ice and fire.

Of course, his right eye is blue, like the blue edelweiss blooming on the top of the snow mountain; his left eye is red, as hot as a burning bonfire.

How could a blind man go to the library?

Fu Sheng picked up an unusual trend. He has a strong desire to control. He likes to keep everything under his nose and in the palm of his hand. He doesn't like anything beyond his expectations.

He got up, and the death row prisoner quickly put on the coat for the head, and followed closely the person who was leaving quickly in front.

It's not easy for him to run errands, he is busy with trivial matters, even the head of the head's flowing hair is tied up by him.

Among the bandits, there is another very strange thing, that is, the head of the family cherishes a snow-white cloak very much. The skin is made of snow-white fox fur, and the pattern of the "Feng Hua Xue Yue" trademark is embroidered on it. The exquisite embroidery also looks very of high-end.

But everyone who lives in this bandit village knows that this dress has been with the head of the family for a long time. Many people speculate that this cloak was given by the lover of the head of the family. The female slaves in charge lost their hearts.

"Squeak~"

There was a crisp sound from the planks of the wooden attic. The wooden floor was never broken, but it was inevitable that people would make a sound when walking on it.

Fu Sheng gently opened the door with both hands, and the faint candle light in the room flickered and shone on the curtains. The person sitting by the bed changing clothes was not asleep yet, and the slave he personally selected to serve him was kneeling on the ground to serve him. He takes off his shoes.

"You go down." Fu Sheng said without any refusal, came to the bed and sat down directly.

"Yes..." Mu'er put down her shoes, lowered her head, left the room helplessly, and closed the door.

Binyuan suddenly didn't know what to say, and it was true that she hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"this late……"

"Yeah, it's so late." Fu Sheng sneered, breaking the serious atmosphere and blocking the other party's words.

Binyuan shut up obediently, and withdrew his right hand hidden under the quilt bit by bit. His movements were very careful, but his right hand was still caught by the other hand.

Fu Sheng admired the other party very much, even making small moves under his nose. Of course, he also admired the other party's courage. He took out the letter with a corner exposed, weighed it left and right, and tore open the envelope in front of the other party.

Binyuan sat upright, her hands tightened the quilt unnaturally, her heart beat faster, and he always seemed a little nervous about what would happen if it was a disaster or a blessing.

In a state of anxiety and uneasiness, Binyuan felt as if someone had pinched the pulse of her destiny, dying.

"Oh, such a simple matter, why didn't you tell me?"

Binyuan was startled, and thought for a moment that his ears were wrong, he frowned, opened and closed his mouth, unable to express a word.

This person's mind is too difficult to guess, although his mouth is always very polite and gentle, but he knows that this person is more terrifying and frightening than anyone he has come into contact with before.

The smell of blood that could not be washed away from the opponent's body, even if it was covered up by sunlight, the smell of killing people all the year round couldn't be covered up by smell.

Just like a person who has stayed with the dead for a long time, the aura in him is often different from that of ordinary people.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Fu Sheng was neither shy nor shy, and fixed his eyes on his face: "I like this kind of thing that makes people's blood boil the most. The red one is like a flame, isn't it?"

Grabbing the opponent's hand, raising it, and placing it on his beating heart, Fu Sheng began to remove the other's guard: "Have you ever heard of ants shaking a tree?"

Pursing her lips tightly, Bin Yuan still didn't answer.

This person gave him a terrifying feeling, the cold hands, the beating sound of the active heart, and the devil-like deceptive tone, he was afraid that if he made a wrong step, he would fall into a situation where he would never be able to recover.

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Sheng saw through the small thoughts in the other party's heart, and his infatuated eyes lingered back and forth on those ruddy lips, eagerly saying: "They are so pitiful, they are played by you alone in the middle of applause." In the middle, but without knowing it, do you think I am right? Your Highness Binyuan!"

"You!" Binyuan didn't expect the other party to know her name, but at this moment she suddenly became unexpectedly calm, and asked calmly, "What's your condition?"

"Well..." Fu Sheng pretended to be thinking hard, but in fact, he never took his eyes off the other person's face. He directed and acted by himself, and on his calm face, there was a joyful voice: "What do you think of this?"

"You! You are shameless!" Bin Yuan scolded, and patted the other party's hand resting on her cheek.

The finely crafted facial features look like a porcelain doll under candlelight. They are really beautiful, and the beauty that crosses gender is the most deadly.

"I'm a bandit, what's shame to me?" He said lightly, as for Bin Yuan's hand on the waist lightly pulled, the white belt slipped off, the coat fell from the shoulders, and the snow-white collarbone was exposed .

Bin Yuan bit her lower lip and trembled uncontrollably. He was frightened, and when he felt the other person's breath getting closer to him, he suddenly pushed the person out, and he also fell to the ground due to inertia, in a state of embarrassment.

"What do you mean?" Fu Sheng's face was gloomy, and he had to hold his breath when he wanted to explode.

Staggering up from the ground, Binyuan leaned on the corner of the table. With a hoarse voice, she shook her head and backed away: "I don't bother with you, and I don't want to be your guest of honor. Let's go!"

"Do you think what I just said is begging you?" Fu Sheng asked coldly.

Standing up from the bed, stepping towards each other step by step, each step seemed to be stepping on Binyuan's heart, he was so frightened that he covered his ears, remembering that unsightly night in the carriage.

"What? I saved your life too. Do you think you have a choice?"

Binyuan backed away quickly, ignoring the pain in her waist, until her back was pressed against the wall, trying to avoid a direction, her arms were pulled tightly, and she fell directly into a hot embrace.

"Ah! You...um!"

"What did you feed me?"

Fu Sheng grabbed Binyuan's chin and threw the empty bottle away. There was a crisp sound in the room, and then Binyuan collapsed on the ground with powerlessness, and said inarticulately: "You...you give me something to eat. what..."

"It's not poison, don't worry, tomorrow, you will be my Mrs. Yazhai, enjoy it tonight." Reaching out to stroke the hair on the other's cheek, feeling the hot temperature on the face, Fu Sheng finally got up and left Room.

He wants to teach this person a lesson, in his own territory, he can't allow himself to be arrogant.

A few hours later, in the small building shrouded in the moonlit night, there was a continuous humming sound, the sound was like a kitten scratching people's heart, and Mu'er, who was guarding the door, stood in extreme torment.

The head of the family gave him an order, and he must not step into the room until the hour is exactly.

Binyuan was talking in a daze, unable to tell the difference between day and night, all he knew was that he was uncomfortable and empty, his whole body was like thousands of ants gnawing, this itching gradually turned into pain, more Nerve pain.

"Mu'er!"

As if they finally found something, the people in the chaos grabbed the last straw and called out.

"Mu'er! I know you are outside, please, please help me!"

Clutching the door tightly, Mu'er lowered his head guiltily, gritted his teeth, and prevented his hand from pushing the door open.

But that is his Highness!

He swears that the person he wants to protect from life to life is suffering through a door, how can he just watch His Highness suffer!

In the end, Bin Yuan didn't have the strength to shout, and rolled on the ground in pain, his clothes were torn to pieces, he was the one who grabbed them, and because of unclear strength, he grabbed several bloody wounds on his arms.

The door of the room kicked open with a sound of "touch!", and Mu'er broke into the room.

When he saw the appearance of the people on the ground, anger and shyness flashed across his face at the same time, he quickly took off his coat and put it on for his master.

"Your Highness!" Mu'er said hoarsely, trying to restrain herself: "Your Highness, I am Mu'er...what should I do now?"

Bin Yuan gritted her teeth: "Bath, cold water."

Mu nodded, and hurriedly prepared to go.

Afterwards, Mu'er changed Binyuan into clean clothes, ran to the kitchen alone to prepare supper, took the food to the attic, wiped it for Binyuan, and then went back to the door to rest.

Sitting on the deck of the attic, there are little stars hanging on the dark sky in the distance, flickering and flickering, reflecting the silence of the night sky.

He looked down at the hand he had touched His Highness.

Staring at his fingers for a long time, he smiled silly, put his hands between his nose and took a deep breath.