Young man, rich and easy to talk

Tang Wuming returned to the small courtyard and instructed them to pile up the wood in the corner. When the boy Ning heard the movement outside, he opened the door and jumped out.

"Youshi, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Tang Wuming smiled and pointed to the piled wood and said, "I went to pick up some wood, and I will make you a machine crossbow tomorrow."

As soon as Ning heard this, he ran over a few steps and fiddled with the thick wooden section to look around, turned around and bowed his hands in a humble manner, "Then should I call you Master?"

"What kind of master, it's just teaching some life-saving skills." Tang Wuming entered the room by himself, saw several dishes on the table, and saw that the young man was still studying the pile of wood seriously, so he beckoned him to come in, "Enter Let's eat in the house, you just need to cook more delicious meals for me in the future."

I just don't know how long I can eat it.

In the past few days, Ning has been eating at the same table with Tang Wuming. At the beginning, he also avoided his identity as a right envoy, but Tang Wuming forced him to pull him a few times before letting him go.He put a half-wet towel in the basin beside him and handed it to Tang Wuming to wipe his hands, and then he sat down on the table peacefully.

Xiao Ning only used chopsticks to pick up the light side dishes in front of him, but Tang Wuming put a lot of meat in front of him, and he didn't want to stop until the bowl was piled up.

Ning raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, Master Youshi seemed to be worried.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking?"

"Ah?" Tang Wuming came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Ning took his own bowl, "It's full, I can't put it down."

Tang Wuming snorted, and took two more slices back. Seeing that he was not moving, he urged him: "What are you looking at, eat quickly. Get a good night's sleep when you are full, and you will have the strength to learn kung fu tomorrow."

"..." After all, Ning was a child at heart, and couldn't think of what he could think of. He looked down at the food in his bowl and picked it up sullenly.

The way Tang Wuming looked at him was really like looking at his own apprentice.He doesn't have any kung fu that he can show, and the lightness kung fu can't be taught for a while, and the crossbow technique is only middle-to-low in the door. What does the teenager teach.

Originally, he just wanted to coax him to play, so that he would not have the mind to ask himself to kill every day.

Now, I really want to teach him well.

In case I disappear in the future, there will still be people in this inner palace who will remember me, right?

Someone needs to do things like collecting corpses.

Although he, Tang Wuming, came and went freely, but he always wanted to have a good home after death.I used to think that I could be buried with Qin Xichao for a long time, but now it seems impossible, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that day.

Ning lowered his head to pick up half a bowl of rice, but saw Tang Wuming staring at him blankly, the rice in his hand was still not moving, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks consciously, "You right, right?"

Hearing a few calls, Tang Wuming hurriedly withdrew his mind, put down his chopsticks to pick up rice, and said after a long while: "Xiao Ning, if something happens to me in the future, you can hide and run away while you have time, and never again Come back, you know?"

Ning turned his head and looked at him wonderingly, "You are the right envoy, what will happen?"

"..." Tang Wuming paused with his chopsticks and shook his head, "It's nothing, that's what I said."

What will happen to the right envoy?

It is nothing more than committing crimes against the superiors, betrayal and rebellion.

—or the rebellion fails.

Tang Wuming put a few grains of rice into his mouth, crushed them casually with his lips and tongue, and swallowed it without knowing what it tasted like.He looked at the half-covered door, as if there was a pretty girl waving her long sleeves and calling him "Brother Wuming" with a pursed smile.

Brother Wuming...

"Tang Wuming, when the envoy approaches Fang Youli, kill him—you will never regret it."

The bamboo chopsticks came out of his hand, and fell to the ground with two crisp sounds. The illusory shadow outside the door quickly disappeared from his eyes, and there was still a dark night in the crack of the door.Tang Wuming woke up, only to feel that his chest was bulging and beating endlessly, his thoughts were confused and unclear.

Even Xiao Ning called him twice in panic, and prepared new chopsticks for him before and after running, but he completely ignored it like a passing cloud.

What should he do? !

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Late at night, Tang Wuming tossed and tossed on the bed for half the night before finally falling asleep.

At the same time, a deep shadow passed in front of the hall, floating alone across the iron pillar in the center, paused for a moment in front of the tortured dying figure, and then swept away its sleeves and disappeared in the mist.

Fang Youli lives in the back of the palace.

As if he was afraid of something, he insisted on hiding his residence in this icy hall with layers of high stones, and there were elite guards in front of and outside the door.

A young man wrapped in a dark robe, with his hair loosely draped over his shoulders, calmly walked past the cold and vigilant eyes of the guards.Occasionally, someone would bow their hands to him, but after he passed by, they would throw him a mocking and disdainful look.

But this time, after he passed by, he heard a very quiet discussion behind him:

"He's here again."

"Hmph, it's just a bed warmer."

He didn't have a weapon on him, and he was never allowed to carry a weapon in and out of Fang Youli's dormitory, and he couldn't make any killing intent on the door owner's territory.He could only listen, then put the mask on his face, smiled and continued to move forward.

So what if you warm your bed, as long as you can live.

Yes, if not, he would have died long ago.If you have experienced the feeling of wanting to die, you will feel that everything is nothing, it is better to live, it is just a worthless body.

The young man walked to Fang Youli's door, first took off his clean shoes and socks, and then wiped his feet with the wet towel he had prepared before he pushed open the door in front of him.

The house is extremely simple, with no extra decorations, and there are two exquisite decorated swords hanging on the side wall.The swords are all sharpened and extremely sharp. Fang Youli once used it to kill two female servants, just because they were so scared and helpless that they accidentally bit the head of the sect.

He chopped off the hands and feet of one, and dug out the eyes of the other.

"No matter how beautiful the eyes and hands are, what do you need them for? Why don't I serve the sect master in the future?"

That night, he became Fang's unreasonable bed pet.

The young man was fascinated by watching it for a moment, and almost forgot the master who was reclining behind the curtain of the bed, until Fang Youli knocked on the bed board without getting tired of it, calling him "Tang Liu".

His name is Tang Liu.

It may be that his name was not Tang Liu before, but he used to have a decent name called... Heh, forget it, what's the use of that name, it can't control food and drink, and it can't save his life.

Hearing the call, Tang Liu hastened a few steps and moved to the front of the bed curtain, and gently untied the belt around his waist.

When he got into the bed, his robe hung loosely around his shoulders.After all, a man is no better than a girl with a delicate body and a soft body. He has ugly and hideous scars on his body. Fang Youli doesn't like to look at them, so he doesn't take them off. The half-hidden scenery is the best—this is Nanguan in Chuhang County. The bustard taught him.

In order to win Fang Youli's favor, he has abandoned everything, including his dignity as a man.

He just wanted to live, he was terribly afraid of death.

Tang Liu rolled onto the bed, and caressed the door master's chest and abdomen with his slightly rough fingers. He didn't make any unnecessary movements, but just casually teased a few times.

Fang Youli only wore his coat, tilted his head slightly, but looked at him with lowered eyelids, and suddenly stretched out a hand to press down his head hard.

Tang Liu understood very well, he quietly took off the mask, pulled off the lace under the clothes with his teeth, blew on the soft softness inside, and felt the thing swell and stretch in his mouth. He opened it, and finally stabbed it in the throat mercilessly.

He is disgusting, disgusting to the things in his mouth, disgusting to the people in front of him, and even more disgusting to such an unsightly relationship!

If possible, he really wished he could bite it off in one bite!

But he dared not.

So in the end he was just Tang Liu, cowardly and afraid of death, lingering on his last breath, relying on Fang Youli's majesty to pretend to be a tiger when he was outside.

Those bastards watching the guards were right, Tang Liu was just Fang Youli's half dog leg, a container for him to vent his desires.

The ferocious purple-red object was contained extremely hard, Fang Youli pushed him over, Tang Liu lowered his head with self-knowledge, put it in a kneeling position, and lifted the long and obstructive clothes by himself.The hot column is like some kind of branding iron instrument of torture, squeezed in forcibly, and then lashed violently!

The drooping head can see a lot from the gap under the body, such as his own limp dick, the swaying legs of the sect master; and the pillow on the other side, a section of the sword hilt exposed under the embroidered pillow .This is Fang Youli, even if he does such a thing, he still has to think about his wealth and life, and never leaves his weapon.

Generally speaking, Tang Liu didn't dare to bark, unless the sect master was in a good mood and wanted to hear him bark, otherwise Tang Liu wouldn't dare to say a word even if he gritted his teeth after a fight.

But tonight, Tang Liu came for a purpose.

Tang Liu straightened his waist, and softly called "Sect Master" twice.

Fang Youli seemed to be in a good mood today, he stroked Tang Liu's waist, teased his neck, and allowed him to speak.

Fang Youli was so excited that he couldn't hold back a few gasps, Tang Liu thought for a long time, and finally got the courage to turn over and sit on it.The bustard said that the benefactors outside liked this posture very much, but he had never tried it on the sect master, because Fang Youli hated the feeling of being suppressed, and the last time he wanted to try it, he almost cut off his head with a knife.

Sure enough, the sect master was in a good mood this time, instead of drawing his sword, he looked at him with a smile on his face.

Tang Liu guessed his expression fluctuated a few times, and Fang Youli was so pleased that he reached out to caress his face.

"I'm about to get...all..." he laughed.

When he smiled, his imposing eagle eyes were about to narrow into a line, like an eagle that would attack from the sky at any time, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes showed that this was a not very young eagle.

Tang Liu knew who he was talking about, so it must not be him.

——Tang Wuming.In the end, it was all Tang Wuming.

Tang Liu bent down and asked suspiciously with a well-behaved look: "Congratulations to the sect master! But why did the sect master suddenly appoint that kid as the envoy?" He kept moving under his body, "If the sect master likes it, I will tie him up for you tomorrow, and if he is disobedient, I will have a way to make him obedient."

He didn't know what he said wrong, and when he realized that he should beg for mercy, it was too late.

Fang Youli jumped up angrily, grabbed his neck with one hand and threw him down on the edge of the bed. His upper body was hanging outside the bed frame, and his feet were lifted upside down.Not a moment later, a huge fleshy blade came in, gouging his body like an axe, chopping him a few times before throwing his head down to the ground, causing him to feel dizzy for a while.

Tang Liu's first reaction was to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Fang Youli hooked his hands at him, and he leaned over.

"Do you think everyone is just like you?!" Fang Youli smirked and pinched his jaw, "Tang Liu, recognize your identity! You should be grateful that I didn't kill you, with your face... ..." He pinched Tang Liu's face flushed and breathless, "It's too imperfect."

Tang Liu could only growl in a low voice.

Fang Youli saw that he was about to suffocate, so he lifted him up with one hand, and pressed it to vent. Tang Liu struggled and could only do his best to please him.Until the person behind him vented his body, he suddenly raised a palm and swept Tang Liu, who had already weakened, off the bed.

Tang Liuren kept silent, simply packed up his clothes and knelt down beside the couch, and cleaned up the sect master's utensils with his lips.

Fang Youli's contemptuous eyes glanced over his head, and he scolded him in a low voice: "Fake! Get out!"

Naturally, Tang Liu didn't dare to stay for a long time. He fumbled to find the mask on the ground and put it on his face, closed his clothes and hurriedly exited the room.

The night was deep, and the dim candlelight on both sides of the aisle made people drowsy. Tang Liu walked past with a very bad complexion. It was only hidden by the mask, and the legs and feet without trousers under the hem of the clothes With a trace of blood on it, anyone with a discerning eye could see that something messed up in the house just now.

Shameless, humble and despicable!

He heard someone yelling at him.

When Tang Liu left the main hall, he almost had to run. He couldn't stop to catch his breath until he was immersed in the drowsy moonlight fog.

He looked up to look for the moon, where was the moon amidst the black clouds and mist!Fang felt like the black mist covering the mountain gate, he was just a person in the mist, if the mist did not clear, he would never be able to get rid of the result of suffocation and death.

However, the moon is on the cloud, and the wind is in the moon.

Since Fang Youli wanted to disclose Tang Wuming's existence to the public, he, a fake, was indeed not far from death.But Fang Youli thought that the somewhat silly boy was a puppet in the fog who could be manipulated easily, but how could he know that he was not the breeze on the fog, the bright sky and the long moon? !

"Your Majesty..."

Tang Liu read a sentence out of thin air, and walked down the palace steps with tired steps.