After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

The night deepened.

Fu Cang hesitated several times, and a word was stuck in his throat for a long time, and finally he couldn't say it smoothly.

He wanted to say that he was willing to sleep with his master, and he was willing to sleep with his master every day.

But the master didn't ask him if he was willing. If he took the initiative to say it, it seemed that he had crossed the line again.

Chu Qinghuang put down the book and calmly said "sleep", and finally Fu Cang's words that he had been holding back for a long time were completely dead in the womb.

The East Pavilion was quiet and peaceful, but the West Pavilion Wutong Garden was tragic.

In order to prevent the screams from disturbing innocent people and making people think they heard ghost howling in the middle of the night, Hongyu took a piece of rag from somewhere, automatically ignoring Ling Jing's gloomy eyes that seemed to want to eat people after he woke up, and stuffed the rag into his mouth without hesitation.

"Don't look at me with such hatred." Hongyu patted his bloody face, "This young master is kind and kind, I won't abuse you too much, I will just impose your thoughts ten times on you."

Dare to plot such dirty thoughts on His Highness... Even if you just think about it, you deserve to die.

"Who of you stripped his clothes?" Chu Lingchuan said lightly, as if he was discussing with them, "Strip his clothes before we can take the next step."

Ah?

Hongyu subconsciously took a step back: "This is not good."

He is a serious and decent boy, how can he do such a thing as stripping someone's clothes?

The other party is an ugly man like a toad.

Not interested.

Qi Ling coughed lightly: "This young master likes cleanliness and doesn't want to be stained with filth."

Ling Jing was whipped more than a dozen times by Hongyu in anger, and every whip was bloody, so he didn't want to touch him.

"I am a scholar." Wen Zhan said politely, "Stripping someone's clothes is a disgrace to society. I can't do it."

Shen Chongjin pondered for a moment: "Mr. Shen is a little short of money recently..."

Chu Lingchuan said calmly: "One thousand taels."

"Deal."

Shen Chongjin walked over and waved: "Everyone, step back."

"What's one thousand taels?" Hong Yu protested, "It's just stripping clothes, how can it be one thousand taels?"

Wen Zhan frowned: "Mr. Chu should have said that there is money to be made, even if I am a scholar, I can make an exception."

"One thousand taels for stripping clothes?" Qi Ling frowned, "I only want five hundred taels, Mr. Chu, do you want to consider it again?"

Wen Zhan said: "Three hundred taels, let me do it."

"A gentleman's word is as good as gold, how can he go back on his word? You can beat your chest and stamp your feet." Shen Chongjin snorted coldly, stood in front of the bed, and reached out to the collar of Ling's clothes.

Ling Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to ask him to get out, but the sound that came out was: "Mmmmm..."

At this time, let alone speaking, he had nowhere to hide. With a tearing sound, Ling Jing's clothes were torn off neatly.

Shen Zhongjin was too lazy to take off the clothes, and he tore Ling Jing's clothes off in a few seconds and threw them on the ground. Anyway, they were already torn by the whip and could not be worn again, so it was not a pity to tear them up.

Until Ling Jing was left with only a pair of underwear.

Hongyu covered his eyes: "It's so ugly, I don't want to see him."

"You are still young." Shen Zhongjin was very considerate of him, "Why don't you go out first?"

Hongyu quietly opened his eyes through his fingers, "But I want to see Mr. Ling's backbone with my own eyes."

A pervert with an unknown hobby who enjoys torturing others, I think his bones should be very hard when he is tortured.

I just don't know how hard he is, and whether he can withstand their eighteen tricks.

"Mr. Ling should still have some backbone." Qi Ling glanced at the messy scars on his body, "He didn't even make a sound even with the wounds on top of the wounds, which shows that Mr. Ling is a man of steel."

"Steel?" Hong Yu sneered, "Soft bones are more like steel."

The two of them chatted with each other, as if they had long forgotten who had pulled out the wounds on Ling Jing's body.

A strange noise came.

A few people turned their heads to see Chu Lingchuan coming over with the shackles in both hands and handed them to Wen Zhan: "Do you want to fight for the three hundred taels?"

Wen Zhan was about to ask him why he gave him the shackles, but when he heard Chu Lingchuan's words, he instantly understood: "Earn."

Is he stupid not to fight for the silver?

So Wen Zhan took the shackles, and the black iron shackles weighing forty kilograms in the hands of a weak scholar seemed to be as easy as holding a book, and he didn't feel any effort at all.

Walking to the bed, Wen Zhan skillfully opened the shackles, stretched out his hand to grab Ling Jing's ankle, and with a click, both feet were smoothly shackled.

Ling Jing wanted to struggle, but it was useless.

Chu Lingchuan was about to bend down to pick up the rope on the ground, but saw a red shadow flying over like lightning, "I'll do it, I can do it!"

Chu Lingchuan paused, watching the rope being picked up by Hongyu, he slowly straightened up and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard..." Hongyu pointed at Ling Jing on the bed, "Tie him up?"

Chu Lingchuan nodded.

"How much?"

Chu Lingchuan twitched his mouth, looked at Hongyu from head to toe, and said calmly: "Like Master Wen."

Hongyu frowned: "My hands are much more delicate than his..."

"Then let Master Wen do it?"

Hongyu turned around and rushed to the bed, "Let me do it, I can't always make Master Wen suffer."

As he said that, he neatly put the rope around Ling Jing's hands. Ling Jing wanted to struggle and resisted violently, but Hong Yu thought of the painting just now and slapped him in the face: "Why are you moving? Do you want to challenge my methods?"

Ling Jing was stunned by the slap and his head was dizzy. Hong Yu took the opportunity to tie up his hands and directly fixed them to the headboards on both sides with ropes. His body lay directly on the bed in a "big" shape, like a piglet waiting to be slaughtered, without any strength to struggle or resist.