Fox Song Xingshu

Zizi walked over as if he was very familiar with him, put his arm around his shoulders, and asked eagerly in a low voice: "No space?"

Qu Xingshu's body was stiff, and he nodded. He recognized the young man as Han Jing, who was slapped by Xue Zhong before, and he could see clearly from the window at that time.

Han Jing let him go and ran to ask the prince.

"He has been a concubine, how can he sit with us?" Xiao Pin whispered behind the prince.

"He is Mr. Xue's guest." Han Jing whispered more, and the three of them together with the prince discussed mysteriously.

"Whether it's a guest or not, this kind of person cannot sit with us," Xiao Channel said, "Prince, you mean the same thing, right? If you give this fox monster a place, wouldn't it be humiliating for this person at the table?"

The prince nodded.

"Then what do you mean?" Han Jing asked angrily.

"Let him come to my place," the prince said, "and pour wine for me."

"He can't do this." Han Jing explained.

"How do you know you can't do it?" Xiao Pin sneered, "How many times have you met him?"

Han Jing glared at him fiercely, really angry, he, his father Han Tang, the knight Gu Tong, and the Taoist Xue Zhong were the first old people to follow the prince. Now the prince listens to Xiao Pin, a latecomer, but he doesn't listen to him .

A black-faced fool, a hermaphrodite, you two must be together, Han Jing turned around and cursed in his heart.

After everyone sat down, there were about [-] people in the room. I don't know whose feet smelled, and everyone could smell it, as well as body odor and bad breath, plus a stale and indescribable smell.

It's so strange, obviously there are no strange-looking, tall, ferocious and unkempt monsters, and at least there are human beings in the banquet, and everyone is dressed decently, but it smells worse than eating in a small courtyard in the mountains.

Everyone endured it, only Han Jingming blatantly fanned and pinched his nose.

He really wanted to leave, not wanting to stay any longer.Just turn around and walk out of Furongyuan, walk out of this mountain, take a boat across the river to the north, send food to my cousin in Jimo, find another job, marry a wife and have children, don't have to smell other people's body odor, don't have to eat poor meals, Don't look at the faces of Xiao Pin and the prince.

These people, if it wasn't for Huang Quan who would connect with each other, he would never have met a few of them in his life, they were all wonderful and superb.

One person brought him a bowl of hot salty soup, with the smell of feet, making people sick just looking at it.

"How can I eat it!" Han Tangchong whispered to his father across the table.

"Take two bites at least." Han Tang comforted his son.

Qu Xingshu was pulled aside by Xiao Pin, and asked him to serve the prince for dinner.He was 1 unwilling, but Xiao Pin said it was for the good of Xue Zhongdao.

After a while, everyone saw a young man with bright eyes and bright teeth, wearing light gauze clothes and holding a jug of wine, knelt down in front of the prince. The black prince handed him the wine glass, filled it up and drank it down in one gulp.

"Fall again." The prince said.

He has never been treated like this by someone with such a gentle appearance. In the past, he poured wine by himself, or Wang Xin, Han Jing, and Xiao Pin served him. Except for Xiao Pin, the other two were very impatient, especially Han Jing.

Xiao Pin is a man, and he was not careful when serving him. This young fox demon boy looked downcast, and his long and thick eyelashes looked fascinating. His movements were very gentle and careful. He seemed to be doing some meticulous work when serving wine for the prince. For example, when writing and drawing, I exhausted all my attention, which made the prince very useful.

Only Han Jing could see it, Qu Xingshu knelt on his knees, his legs seemed to be bleeding, he was surprised, what's going on?But he doesn't want to.

Xue Zhong, you don't care about your lover so much?Han Jing looked at Xue Zhong, who was eating sullenly at the chief's place.

Qu Xingshu, who had just knelt down, felt that the front of the calf that was in contact with the blanket was stabbed by small hard fragments. He remembered what happened at noon. The person named Xiao Pin broke the porcelain bottle, and the fragments were all on the blanket.

Qu Xingshu did not say that he was pampered since he was a child. He has been a farmer and hunted, but he has not suffered any injuries. Before he was stabbed in the abdomen by that child from Shenxi, the most serious injury he suffered was when he was running and playing on the bridge once. At that time, I hurt my knee.

He is very afraid of pain, but he. . .If it was for the Taoist priest, he would be willing to get hurt for him, because he has no other skills, and suffering is the only thing he can do for the Taoist priest.

If I can be a useful person to him, he will love me more.

Qu Xingshu sneaked a glance at the Taoist priest, but was disappointed to find that Xue Zhong didn't look at him.

After glancing several times, Xue Zhongcai looked up at him, but seemed very impatient and disdainful.

Qu Xingshu felt stung, is he tired of me?Or look down on me, a fox demon who used to be a farmer and hangs around in rich homes to sell her lust. .

Maybe it's because I don't even have a seat, so the priest looks down on me.

Qu Xingshu was extremely disappointed. The Taoist priest had already tasted all the flavors of his dish last night. Whether it was breathing pain, panting softly, or other small expressions and movements, it was like the soup base of the dish. Once you tasted it, There is a possibility of boredom.

I am useless, very boring.

Qu Xingshu thought, he is tired of me and doesn't care about me anymore.

Knees and calves hurt more.

That impatient glance was proof.

He is willing to have his legs dripping with blood for the Taoist priest, and he is willing to endure this kind of heart-breaking pain, because he is full of joy and willing to give.But he regretted it now. If someone came closer to watch, he would definitely find that the young man's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, his nose was raised, his eyes were red, and he was about to collapse and burst into tears.

But no one approached him, the Taoist priest ignored him, Xue Yin ignored him, and the others were strangers and didn't care about him.

Thinking about it carefully, this world has always been like this, no one cares about him.

Chapter 12 Han Jing

The prince was drinking one cup at a time, while Qu Xingshu poured it for him. The wine glass was very small, and the prince was drinking non-stop and didn't eat much.

Qu Xingshu felt that the porcelain shards under his legs were about to be squeezed into his bones, and all his weight was on his calf, which was so painful that he became numb and unconscious.

Han Jingquan saw everything in his eyes, and couldn't hold back the wine glass in his hand to shatter with a 'click'. In this case, he simply stood up, and his father Han Tang looked at his son in surprise, this old man Knowing that the son is very dissatisfied with the command of the prince, what should he do now?

"Sit down!" the old Han Tang ordered.

Han Jing looked at his father, the old bone. .If he wasn't his father, with his hatred and disappointment towards the old man, Han Jing would definitely have passed by.

If the dark-skinned boy wasn't the prince, Han Jing would have already passed by.

If Xiao frequency. . .He wants to step over now.

Han Jing walked up to the prince, tall and tall, covering the candlelight, covering the prince in his own shadow, Xiao Pin stretched out his hand to protect the prince's chest.

This man, what can you protect with this hand?If I attack the prince, you will hurt this hand at most. .You can also gain the reputation of being a loyal minister.

Insidious villain, I will beat you up sooner or later.

"Han Youming." The prince looked at the man hostilely.

Han Jing looked at him, and he could turn his face, overthrow all the confinement, pursue his own life, and gain freedom.Who can stop him?

He almost wanted to do this, but the next moment, he put away his fierce eyes, lowered his eyelashes and no longer looked at the prince, pulled Qu Xingshu's slender wrist, and flicked it hard, but the fox boy couldn't hold it firmly. The flagon was thrown on the blanket. It was not broken, but a corner was broken.

Han Jing pulled him up, and when the teenager's calf left the blanket, he felt the skin on his bloody leg and the blanket dry together, and the pain became even more painful after he roughly pulled it apart.

"Can you still go?" Han Jing asked him angrily, looking down at the boy's legs.

Qu Xingshu didn't know what to say, he wanted to stay, but he didn't dare to follow Han Jing, everyone looked at them.

Han Jing pulled him, and the limping young man walked with difficulty, every step was like a mountain avalanche and the ground cracked, he didn't dare to walk hard, every step was gentle but still painful, grinning his teeth, being pulled by Han Jing To the guest room.

When passing by Xue Zhong's seat, the Taoist priest looked up at the two of them, but did not speak.

Sitting on the bed in the guest room, Han Jing squatted down to check the injury on his calf. No one chased him in. If anyone dared to chase him in, Han Jing had a lot of reason to say.

Why torture people like this?Why talk about seniority?Why do you want someone to pour wine for the prince?He doesn't have long hands?

Could it be that these people in the mountain are sharing troubles with the prince?Why doesn't the prince appreciate us, but treats us as slaves instead?

Han Jing stretched out his index finger and poked Qu Xingshu, what's wrong with this boy, he seemed very depressed.

"Speak, does it hurt?"

Qu Xingshu nodded.

"I'll call Xue Zhong over!"

Qu Xingshu grabbed the hem of his clothes, Han Jing turned his head and looked at the boy, his eyes were full of tears, and he hugged Han Jing's leg and sobbed softly.

Han Jing hates this incompetent, docile fox demon, but he pities the person who has no seat and wanders in the corner, the person who is kneeling on the ground, whose calf is bleeding from being pierced by broken porcelain, the person who is not protected by his lover, and who is crying people.

But he looks so cowardly, he doesn't even dare to speak, why can he endure the pain and continue to kneel at the prince's feet?If I were to kneel on the porcelain shards, I would never be able to stand it, it would be too painful, the skin on the calf in front of my eyes was tender and white, without a trace of fat, there was a clear dividing line between the terrible scars and the intact skin, Han Jing stared at the boy's His legs were absorbed, thinking anxiously.

I really resemble this weak young man, he is in pain and dare not stand up, waiting for me to pull him away, I am unwilling to die and dare not leave Huangquanhui, and take the first step to change my life