In-house help system

Ji Wenliang violated the palace rules and should have been demoted to Bronze Feather, but he thought it was an unintentional mistake and made great contributions, so he was confined to his residence and was not allowed to go out.

See you again at Shiliu, ten days later.

The heat of summer gradually passed, and there were two consecutive rains, and the sky was always overcast. You have to pay extra attention to find the yellowish halo of the sun in the gray clouds.

In the afternoon of this day, Ji Wenliang was sitting by the window reading a book, when a low voice suddenly rang by his ears.

"It's been so long since I haven't turned the page, what am I thinking?"

Without looking back, I saw the golden feather hanging on the waist of the visitor from the corner of my eye.

Sixteen now seems to be the lord of Qiyun Palace.

He walked to Ji Wenliang's side, seeing that Ji Wenliang didn't answer, he guessed that he didn't want to pay attention to him, and he was not angry, so he just laughed lightly.

His eyes swept over the neat desk, and he settled somewhere.

In the morning, Ji Wenliang wrote a picture and put it aside to dry. Later, he forgot to put it away and stacked it randomly, with several books pressing the corners.

Sixteen picked up the rice paper, lowered his eyes, and read out softly.

"Still, water, flowing, deep."

He sized up Ji Wenliang with an inexplicable gaze, then took out a piece of white paper from the side, unfolded it, and dipped a pen in the ink.

While writing, he said: "Your handwriting is slender and gentle, lacking sharpness, and everyone speaks like a man. I didn't like it very much. When walking in the world, you should be wanton and chic, and do what you want."

The last stroke of the word "deep" is a sharp downward stroke, and the originally round strokes turned sharp, splashing out bits and pieces of ink, which soon became dense.

Ji Wenliang's eyes widened suddenly, and he said with trembling lips, "It's you! You imitated my words and replaced the prescription."

Sixteen bent down, brought his face closer to Ji Wenliang, admiring his surprised and angry expression.

"Ken talked to me?"

He was very close, and there was a little ambiguity in his voice. Ji Wenliang felt very uncomfortable, stood up abruptly, and kept a certain distance from him, and said coldly: "Where is my master?"

Shiliu casually placed the brush on the inkstone, and replied casually:

"Didn't you say that after Master handed over the golden feather to me, he went to look for bitter cold."

"You lied, Master will not give the golden feather to someone like you."

Shiliu's eyes suddenly tightened, as if he had been touched by the scales.

"A person like me?" He chewed these four words over and over again, "what kind of person am I? Whoever can be saved, whoever should be let him die... Qiyun Palace can really not get involved in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and be alone."

Every time he said a word, he took a step forward, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity to prey, forcing Ji Wenliang to retreat steadily.

The back touched the wall, and the icy and hard touch came, which gave Ji Wenliang support instead.

He concentrated his attention, raised his head, and looked at Shiliu Dao with stubborn eyes:

"Who can be saved and who cannot be saved, I don't think you will be fair. In order to get the position of Palace Master, you have trapped me in injustice. Your so-called saving or not saving is just out of your own will." Benefits... you, what are you doing?"

Sixteen suddenly put his hand on Ji Wenliang's hair, stroked it lightly, with a slightly obsessed expression on his face.

"You have beautiful hair."

A numbness spread from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, and Ji Wenliang finally understood what the unclear look in Shiliu's eyes meant when he looked at him before.

While thinking about finding a way out, he said in a calm tone as much as possible: "You must be busy with everything when you take over as Palace Master—ah!"

Sixteen inserted five fingers into Ji Wenliang's hair, and then yanked, taking advantage of Ji Wenliang's staggering pain, he grabbed his waist and let him get close to him.

It was a wonderful feeling to hold a soft and warm body in my arms.

Sixteen buried his head on his neck and shoulders, took a few deep breaths, and let out a sigh of enjoyment.

"It smells good."

Sensing the dampness coming from the earlobe, Ji Wenliang shuddered all over, a chill came up in his heart, and he struggled for distance.

"Shameless, you!"

With a sudden push, he really broke free. He took advantage of the opportunity and ran towards the door. Before he could run halfway, he was pulled back by Shiliu's wrists and hit the wall.

"Where do you think you can escape to? Huh?"

"Let go! Ugh..."

Ji Wenliang shook his head to dodge from left to right, but the strange breath still came into his mouth undeniably, he made up his mind and closed his teeth hard.

With a muffled groan, Shiliu let go of Ji Wenliang, touched his lips with his hand, and saw a smear of red blood on the tiger's mouth, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc.

He suddenly changed into a frightened face, raised his hand, and slapped him across the face.

Ji Wenliang heard endless roaring sounds, his forehead touched the sharp corner of the desk, and his body slid down the table legs.

Wu Qing was summoned, gently pushed open the door, knelt on the ground on one knee, "Palace Master."

Sixteen sat by the bed, hummed, and raised his sleeves, "Look at what's wrong with him."

"Yes."

There was a person lying on the bed, his figure was covered by a translucent veil, leaving only his white wrists.

Wu Qing raised his eyes and looked in tentatively. Suddenly, he felt sharp eyes falling on his body like knives. He shrank his neck and put his fingers on the delicate flesh.

After careful inspection for a while, he said anxiously: "Return to the palace master, Ji... This body is weak, and it's because of the damage to his foundation since childhood, he should—"

Shiliu kicked Wu Qing on the shoulder, interrupting his words.

"Idiot, I still can't diagnose that he is fundamentally injured? I'm asking you why he is like this."

Wu Qing was in pain and didn't dare to scream, so he quickly knelt down and replied tremblingly: "Back, back to Palace Mistress, this matter has to start with the Second Palace Mistress. The Second Palace Mistress was weak and sick when she was young. A fortune teller They said they want to be broad and form good karma, but at the beginning no one took it seriously. Later, the two went out for an outing outside the palace, and happened to meet Master Tongjue, the current abbot of Shaolin Temple. .”

"The poison of immorality, the longer it stays in the body, the more deadly it will be. You need to find someone with the same internal strength as the poisoned person. The two people's internal strength will blend together, and the poison will be cured by itself. But if the poisoned person has strong internal strength, the detoxifier If the internal force is weak, the poison in the poisoned person's body will be transferred to the detoxified person's body, and the poison can no longer be transferred out."

"Grandmaster Tongjue's martial arts back then were few and far between. It was too difficult to find someone with comparable internal strength in a short period of time. He didn't want to hurt innocent people, so that he became toxic and fell into a coma."

"The Mistress of the Second Palace has always liked to study this kind of poison, but she is young and doesn't learn comprehensively. She only knows that two people's inner strength can be detoxified, but she doesn't know that the person who detoxifies must have the same internal strength as the person who is poisoned. I also think of a fortune teller. Speaking of forming a good relationship, I wanted to rescue her, but Gong, ah, the former palace master didn't want her to take risks, so he detoxified her instead."

"When the old palace lord found out, the poison of immorality had already been transferred to the main body of the former palace. The old palace lord thought of many ways to save the life of the former palace lord. It's just that the poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow."

"The old palace master is afraid that the second palace master will feel guilty, so we are not allowed to talk about this. Except for the senior people in the palace, no one knows about it."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Shiliu stretched out his hand, caressed Ji Wenliang's smooth and fair face, and murmured, "There really are such people in the world."

His gaze touched the scabbed wound on his forehead, and he suddenly felt a little glaring.

"Go, get some good sore medicine."

Seeing Wu Qing standing there in a daze, she kicked again.

"Idiot, what are you kneeling here for, why don't you go quickly?"

The wound on his forehead only changed the tranquility for a few days.

At dinner that day, Shiliu came again, and ordered the waiters to serve a table of dishes, and told them to go down without accompanying the waiters.

Sitting next to Ji Wenliang, picked up the thin-necked wine bottle, poured a full glass of wine, and said:

"A few days ago, I was concerned about your injury, and asked the cook to only cook some porridge and side dishes. I think you must be tired of it. Today, I asked them to cook a few meat dishes. This plum wine is also sweet, not intoxicating. Try it Have a taste?"

Ji Wenliang had nothing to say to him, he just kept his gaze on one spot and didn't meet his gaze.

"What? Afraid I'll hurt you?" Sixteen picked up the wine glass and pressed the porcelain white rim against Ji Wenliang's lips, "Smell it, it's not poisonous."

Ji Wenliang glanced away and turned his head away.

He was so ignorant, Shiliu felt annoyed in his heart, suddenly remembered something, smiled, and put down his wine glass.

"You know that there is no impenetrable wall in this world. Someone outside the palace has already known that Qiyun Palace has changed its master. Naturally, they will be curious about what the former master did. I know you are thin-skinned, and I have ordered you not to say anything. The former palace lord conspired against her fellow sect, and she only said that she accidentally dispensed the wrong medicine. Presumably the second palace lord has already heard the news and is rushing back. With her temper, she will definitely make a big fuss. If she commits the same crime as you After the palace rules, tell me, what should I do?"

This kind of coercion and subterfuge is really not what a gentleman would do, but that's exactly what Shiliu wanted to do.

Sure enough, Ji Wenliang picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Sixteen's expression softened a lot, and he got another cup.

After drinking three cups in a row, Shiliu's mood finally eased. He picked up a piece of pastry, put it near Ji Wenliang's mouth, and said, "Just drinking alcohol will hurt your stomach. Try the freshly made dessert while it's hot."

Ji Wenliang glanced at him, and ate it meekly and obediently.

Sixteen was overjoyed, and picked and fed several kinds of food, almost treating Ji Wenliang as a plaything like a cat.

Unable to restrain himself for a moment, she kissed him on the face.

Ji Wenliang's fine eyelashes trembled.

He somewhat understood Shiliu's temper, and didn't dare to provoke him, saying, "Why did you treat me like this?"

It's been a long time since I heard such calm words, Shiliu couldn't help but said, "I treat you like this, of course I want to be with you."

"If you want to be together, you must be happy with each other."

The meaning of the words is already obvious.

Shiliu's expression faltered, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said: "You follow me, you don't have to worry about managing the big and small affairs of Qiyun Palace, you can get a doctor if you want to, and enjoy the honor of being rich and honorable." Inexhaustible, it is a very cost-effective thing.”

"Do you think of it as a business?" Ji Wenliang shook his head, "You shouldn't force others to make things difficult."

"I like to push others hard."

Shiliu reached out and touched Ji Wenliang's face, then suddenly picked him up in the air and put him on the bed.

He untied the belt around Ji Wenliang's waist, and kissed delicately from the corner of his lips to his collarbone.

Ji Wenliang didn't resist such presumptuous actions, Shiliu raised his body slightly, and saw that Ji Wenliang was just looking at him, neither startled nor angry.

It doesn't look like being humiliated, it's more like watching a play.

Knowing that the other party did it on purpose, Shiliu still had a fire in his heart, and said with a cold face: "A person who has been the lord of the first palace is not good at serving others in bed? It's not as good as a prostitute."

"Are you bored too? Exactly, I also feel very boring, why don't you show me the skills you have learned from prostitutes/prostitutes."

Sixteen was furious, another slap was about to fall, but it stopped in mid-air.

He sneered and said, "You take this as punishment, but I'm not as good as you wish."

He took out a delicate porcelain bottle from his arms and shook it between Ji Wenliang's nose.

Ji Wenliang's expression changed, he pulled out the dagger under the pillow, and stabbed forward.

Sixteen clicked his tongue, dodged the attack lightly, tied Ji Wenliang's two wrists together with a belt, and tied it to the horizontal post at the head of the bed.

Opening the cork of the porcelain bottle, a sweet and greasy breath instantly filled the room.

"Dare you! I will make you regret it."

Sixteen leaned against Ji Wenliang's face, and said lovingly, "Why don't you even threaten people?"

He squeezed his chin and poured the medicine from the porcelain bottle into it.

Ji Wenliang tilted his head and coughed violently. Soon, he felt hot all over, and his exhaled breath became hot.

It seemed that he had fallen into a dark space, and there were countless ropes wrapped around his body. He struggled to move, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

The eyelids also began to become heavy, and countless black shadows pressed down.

Suddenly, something slightly cool fell on his face, gradually descending.

Consciousness is completely lost.

Shiliu was kissing Ji Wenliang's red lips when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Get out!" he yelled.

"Palace Master, it's bad! The Library Pavilion is flooded!"

"What?" Sixteen pulled up his shirt and opened the door, "Where did you say the water came from?"

"It's the Zangshu Pavilion. The fire is too strong to be suppressed!"

The Zangshu Pavilion is full of classics, and it is a huge loss if it is burned.

Sixteen said irritably, "Take me to have a look."

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly stopped and yelled that he was not good.

I ran back to the room and saw that there was no one on the bed.