The son is on the bottom, the general is on the top

Su Ziqing was lying on the bed, not knowing that the sunlight outside was so bright that he was as white as paper.The maid, Axiu, gently wiped off the blood on his face with warm water, and when it was all washed away, she put the handkerchief into the water and quickly dyed the whole basin of clear water red.

Looking at the criss-cross scars is shocking, and I can't help but feel a pity in my heart. I don't know if such a handsome young man can be cured.

Su Zirong's expression on the side was even more gloomy. After the doctor arrived, he stepped forward to look at the wound tremblingly, "My lord, these wounds are too deep, and there is no problem in healing, but if they want to be completely eliminated, the old man is afraid Powerless."

Su Zirong's face changed drastically, and he narrowed his eyes and grabbed his skirt, "What are you talking about, it can't be cured?"

The doctor was so frightened that he trembled, and said tremblingly, "This old man's medical skills are limited, so please find another expert, my lord."

"Get out!" Su Zirong threw him to the ground regardless of his old age.

The doctor was thrown into a daze, but he was angry and dared not speak up, and he didn't dare to linger, so he scrambled and ran out.

With nowhere to vent his anger, Su Zirong smashed everything in the house to pieces, and when he was tired, he stared at the unconscious person on the bed, "Ziqing, you didn't give me your body and mind, and now you don't even give me your face!" I can't get it!"

There was silence on the bed, Su Zirong walked over, unable to see his expression clearly because his back was facing the light, "Oh, do you think I will let you go like this? No!"

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Su Ziqing fell into a coma for a day and a night. He thought that if he died like this, he could still save his body for the general, but the irony was that he was still alive.

When he woke up faintly and opened his eyes, he saw Su Zirong sitting on the edge of the bed and grinning his teeth, like a ghost crawling out of hell, smiling at him suspiciously, "Ziqing, are you awake?"

Su Ziqing felt a chill hit his heart, lowered his posture and begged, "Brother, let me go..."

"Let you go?" Su Zirong covered him with a quilt very gently, and said calmly, "Stop dreaming, Ziqing, how could I be willing to let you go."

Su Ziqing's face was burning with pain, but he was flustered by his actions, "...my face is ruined, what else do you want from me?"

I just heard Su Zirong continue to say cruelly, "Su Ziqing, do you think that if you are disfigured, I will not be able to do anything to you? Even so, if I don't fuck you, I can let other people fuck you and feed you the most beautiful woman in the world." Sexy drugs, beg them to fuck you."

Su Ziqing was terrified immediately, "You're crazy!"

Su Zirong moved his hands to his neck and slowly tightened it. He was so angry with hatred, "How many years of wishful thinking, do you understand my feelings, now your face makes me sick no matter how many times I look at it !"

But Su Ziqing didn't have the strength to struggle at all, and even hoped to die just like that without being insulted like that.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!" Su Zirong pinched him with one hand, and took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom with the other. "As long as you take it, you will not be able to survive, nor will you be able to die,"

Su Ziqing couldn't breathe, and beat him desperately, "You...let go...I..."

But how could he be his opponent now, Su Zirong not only stuffed the medicine into his mouth, but also squeezed his chin, poured a bowl of water for him to swallow directly.

"Cough cough." When he was let go, Su Ziqing scratched his throat with his hands, trying to spit it out, but spat out a puddle of clear water.

"Hahaha..." Su Zirong laughed so hard that his face twitched violently, and he said fiercely to the maid Axiu next to him, "Call all the guards outside."

"Yes." Axiu lowered her head, not daring to breathe, glanced at Su Ziqing and ran out quickly.

A dozen guards were called in by her, and they all bowed their hands to Su Zirong, "My lord."

"All of you fucked him together." Su Zirong sat at the table, picked up a cup of tea and prepared to watch the play.

"This..." The guards looked at each other, the person on the bed seemed to be a man...

"What? You don't want to?" Su Zirong looked at them coldly and put down the teacup. "As long as you can make him happy, I will reward you a lot!"

Su Ziqing didn't know what medicine Su Zirong gave him, but the physical changes made him terrified, dense sweat protruded from his forehead, and he yelled uncomfortably on the bed, "Don't come here!"

Although the wound on his face is a bit hideous, but looking at his figure, which is more slender than the girls in the kiln, and the crystal clear sweat flowing down the white part of his neck, his heart is ready to move. Driven by the bounty, he eagerly leaned forward, "Hey hey..."

"Don't come here." Su Ziqing sat back in panic, hugging the quilt, and there was no way to retreat to the wall!

He resolutely closed his eyes and slammed into the wall, letting the pain lessen the abnormality of his body, "I won't let you succeed...I won't let you succeed..."

There was a sound of dong dong, old wounds were healed and new wounds were added, and the impact was so reckless that more than a dozen guards couldn't help being stunned, wondering whether they should continue.

Seeing that he did this for Yu Wenfei, Su Zirong was so jealous that his chest almost exploded, he ran up to grab his hair angrily, and dragged him to the ground, "Why, do you really want to die?"

Su Ziqing fell down, tears rolled down from the pain, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he murmured, "General..."

At this point, he was still so infatuated that Su Zirong gnashed his teeth and threw him to the guards, and shouted out of reason, "Give it to me, even if he dies! Fuck me too! Whoever fucks him first , I reward him with 100 taels of silver!"

"Yes." The guards' eyes lit up when they heard the amount of the bounty, and they didn't care about Su Ziqing's life or death.

Su Ziqing pushed them weakly, shaking his head, "Don't..."

Watching a dozen men tear off Su Ziqing's clothes, revealing his snow-white skin.Su Zirong's expression twisted, his eyes were red like blood, "Hahahaha...Ziqing, when Yu Wenfei knows that you have been defiled by so many people, how can you face him, and how can you stay together for the rest of your life?! "

Su Ziqing was touched by countless hands, and his stomach twitched with nausea, but more importantly, he felt a deep sense of despair...