Dandere General and his Lord

An iron pincer-like palm grabbed her wrist instantly, preventing her from moving. The strength was so great that Zhihua couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

Mo Qiaosheng didn't speak, but the strength in his hand clearly expressed his rejection.

Zhihua sat up angrily and did not overstep any more.

These soldiers who have just retired from the killing field, there are many rude people with bàonüè temperament, and she does not want to provoke such people.

She rubbed her aching wrist quietly, and felt regretful in her heart. She thought she was a handsome and affectionate official, and she could get a little more money, but it turned out to be just a rude and stunned young man. It seemed that this effort was wasted.

I just hope that these people will leave quickly, so that I can choose another rich gold master to serve.

Mo Qiaosheng lived up to her expectations, and after three rounds of drinking, he got up and left. Helanzhen couldn't keep it, and finally had to go with him.

Out of the nephrite jade warm fragrance, the place where fish and dragons dance wildly.

Mo Qiaosheng took a deep breath just now when he was greeted by the fresh night wind outside the door, feeling that he had come to life.

He took a big step, eager to get away from the noise behind him and return to the place where he felt most at ease in the depths of the night.

In an inconspicuous alley on the side of the road, there were several cries of women and the wretched laughter of several men.

Mo Qiaosheng stopped and hesitated for a moment.

In the moonlight, I vaguely saw the silhouettes of a few stout men in the alley, oppressing a smear of green clothes on the ground.

The suppressed screams and the struggling limbs were particularly dazzling in the dark night.

In the past, whenever the war ended, this kind of thing could be seen everywhere in the slave camp, Mo Qiaosheng never interfered, and was unable to interfere.

But this time he didn't know why, and he stretched out his hand.

He threw out his iron fist and rudely beat the men to the point of bruising their noses and faces.

After the men fled in all directions, the bullied woman got up from the ground. She grabbed the broken blue clothes and covered her body reluctantly. With fear in her eyes, she looked at the big man in front of her.

Mo Qiaosheng suddenly remembered the green sleeves in the Chu Huai Pavilion a long time ago.

The boy who always likes to wear blue clothes and his skin is better than snow. Lu Xiu is mean and irritable, and often beats and scolds Mo Qiaosheng, who is responsible for serving him.

But in Mo Qiaosheng's heart, he was always grateful to him. Back then, when he was unwilling to give in, he was pressed into the water again and again by the owner of the Chu Huai Pavilion, and was tortured back and forth on the edge of life and death.

It was Lu Xiu who appeared by the door, said a word for himself, and fished himself out.

But it didn't take long for the green sleeve to die in front of him with terrifying scars.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the woman in green clothes in front of him. He took off his robe and threw it in front of her.

I'm sorry, I couldn't save you back then. If it were today, I wouldn't watch you die like that.

...

Back in his room, Mo Qiaosheng was lying on the bed, unable to sleep for a long time.

Now that the lord has his own bodyguards, he no longer needs to guard him at night.

However, the lord still let him rest in the suite with the dormitory.

He and the lord were only separated by a small door.

The clever wooden door was slightly open, revealing the light of the candle inside, as if waiting for him, waiting for him to take the initiative to push the door open.

Today's place of feasting and feasting did not disturb his mind, but at this moment, the candlelight from the thin door cracked him.

Mo Qiaosheng turned over and quietly came to the door, looking at the world beyond the door.

The lord sat at the desk, reading the papers in a congregation.

The candlelight in the lampstand on the table reflects the jade-like face of the lord.

Mo Qiaosheng's eyes couldn't help lingering on it. From the drooping eyelashes, the focused look, to the delicate bridge of the nose, to... those pink lips.

those lips.

With a pale pink luster, it looks so soft, but it used to be so domineering.

Mo Qiaosheng didn't dare to look again.

He looked down, and slipped across a section of white neck, under which was a high collar.

The lord always likes to wear high-necked underwear.

His eyes stopped on the soft placket.

Mo Qiaosheng patted his face and fled back to his bed, covering his head and face with a quilt.

Cheng Qianye, who was concentrating on government affairs, heard a soft snap. She raised her head and looked at the door connected to Hashimoto's house. The crack of the door was dark and there was nothing.

Where has Qiaosheng gone, has he not returned yet?

Chapter 53

Mo Qiaosheng was troubled by various dreams all night.

For a while he dreamed that he was in the Tianxiang Pavilion, and countless girls dressed in red and green circled around him.

Master, come, and have a cup.

Have another drink with the slaves.

The giggling voices of the women rang out in the extremely empty room.

He was about to refuse when a big man suddenly separated from the crowd and stepped forward.

Looking at it, it was his old master in the Chu Huai Pavilion.

The man grabbed him by the hair, pushed him into the water, and said viciously, The little thing you do, if you don't learn to receive guests, you will die!

Mo Qiaosheng struggled desperately, and those noisy voices and cold water suddenly disappeared.

He found himself in a dark

in the alley.

There was a woman standing in the alley. She was trembling, her hands were tightly clutched to her chest, and she was covered in broken blue cloth, which could not cover her entire body at all. The part of her body that was looming in the moonlight was unique to women. He looked at himself in horror.

Mo Qiaosheng just settled his mind.

The woman suddenly turned into a green-sleeved appearance, likewise wearing a shattered cyan dress, covered in blood, with a blood-stained face, and a large patch of bright red sprouting from her feet.

Standing there, he said coldly: I'm already dead, you lie on the ground and wipe it all off.

Mo Qiaosheng turned around and ran. He ran desperately in the endless darkness.

I don't know how long I ran, and a little light appeared in the darkness.

It was a small candlestick with a warm glow that illuminated a small space around it.

The lord sat in the candlelight and focused on reading the slips on the desk.

He raised his face, saw Mo Qiaosheng who was in a panic, smiled lightly, and waved to Mo Qiaosheng.

Qiaosheng, come, come to my side.

Mo Qiaosheng felt that his frightened heart instantly calmed down.

Yes, I don't have to be afraid anymore, I have him and the lord.

Step by step, he approached the person who reassured him the most in the world.

The man's lips slowly twitched into a wicked smile, and he stretched out his jade-like fingers, put on the high neckline, and slowly pulled it away.

...

Mo Qiaosheng woke up suddenly, the window was silent, and there was a slight sky light.

He lifted the quilt and glanced at it, it was dirty.

Turning over, Mo Qiaosheng sat on the edge of the room, covering his face with his hands.

I will not forgive myself! I will not forgive myself! How dare I have such a dream!

He dared not recall the situation in his dream.

But that kind of charming picture couldn't help dàng in front of his eyes.

In the dream, that person was warm and exquisite, in the form of a woman, appearing in front of him in his favorite form.

But he still conquered himself so vigorously that he couldn't help crying at the peak of happiness.

Think of the lord as a woman.

Simply outrageous! Unforgivable sin!

Mo Qiaosheng rushed out of the house, came to the well in the backyard, and filled two large buckets of well water.

He poured himself twice with cold well water, and just then suppressed the dry heat in his body.

This is just a dream. Maybe I saw those last night and drank some wine before I had that messy dream. Men my age often have such dreams.

It's nothing, don't think about it, don't think about it again.

He walked back to his house, but happened to bump into Cheng Qianye who was just about to go out.

Qiaosheng? Cheng Qianye smiled at him when he saw that he was very happy, Why did you get yourself wet so early in the morning?

Mo Qiaosheng took a step back.

What's the matter? Cheng Qianye took two steps forward and took his hand, The hand is so cold, have you showered with cold water?

Mo Qiaosheng took two steps back one after another, his back hit the wall, and there was no way to go back.

His eyes stayed on the open and closed pink lips in front of him, his throat rolled, and he swallowed.

In that dream, it was these lips that bullied him ruthlessly and sweetly.

He turned his head away, avoiding his gaze.

Why is your face red? Cheng Qianye stretched out his hand and broke his face back.

He studied him carefully for a moment.

That hooking voice with a bit of a smirk sounded in Mo Qiaosheng's ear, Do you want... do I kiss you?