Miao Jiangke

It was late at night, and the evening breeze blew in slightly, Qiu Yangui leaned his head against the edge of the bed, his eyes were not closed, his clear eyes filled with the loneliness brought by the wind, like a wounded little animal.

He didn't dare to think about what happened in these days, so he could only let go of his thoughts and be in a daze quietly.

a long time.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and he remembered Ying Shi's words, and immediately raised his head, his body tensed up a bit, and he pursed his lips and looked towards the door.

A strange gust of wind blew the door open, and a person with a stunning figure walked in unhurriedly, and the person at the head of the bed couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw the person at the head of the bed.

"Yo." Zuo Qingyue put down the food box in his hand, and slowly walked in front of him, "Why don't you look very interested?"

Qiu Yangui moved uncomfortably, then lowered his head dejectedly, and said in a low voice, "How could it be, the young master is worrying too much."

Nonsense, you can be happy being tied up, right?

"Are you secretly scolding me in your heart?" Zuo Qingyue looked at him carefully and said slowly.

Qiu Yan Guixin was startled, subconsciously looked up at him, met Shang Zuo Qingyue's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he said bravely, "This subordinate dare not."

Why does this person seem to be able to read minds?

Not missing the panic flashing in his eyes, Zuo Qingyue snorted and knocked on the bed casually, "Can you serve people?"

Qiu Yangui raised his head quickly, and the moment he opened his mouth, he seemed to remember something, and then silently closed his mouth again.

Zuo Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "What do you want to ask?"

The assassin cleared his throat, shook his head resolutely, "It's nothing... It's okay to serve people."

He has been serving the pavilion master for some years, nothing more than serving tea and water.

"Okay, from now on you'll be there to serve...understand?" Zuo Qingyue yawned casually, then got up and took the food box in front of the desk.

Qiu Yangui nodded, "Yes."

There are pastries in the food box, exuding a strong fragrance, Zuo Qingyue came over with a small plate and sat down, and lifted one leisurely.

Qiu Yangui was flattered, "Young Master, no..."

It must be so.

Before he could say anything, Zuo Qingyue put the pastry into his mouth, narrowed his eyes and commented with a smile, "Not bad."

Qiu Yangui opened his mouth and swallowed the words in embarrassment. He slowly leaned his head against the window sill, and was about to close his eyes when someone patted him.

Zuo Qingyue twirled a piece of pastry and fed it over. Qiu Yangui stared at it suspiciously for a while, then hesitated, "Young master, is it for me?"

Zuo Qingyue snorted and laughed: "Yes."

Qiu Yangui was in a complicated mood, so he approached carefully and slowly opened his mouth.

next moment.

Zuo Qingyue: "Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Qiu Yangui: "..."

Zuo Qingyue showed surprise, "Why don't you eat it, isn't it to your liking?"

Qiu Yangui's face flushed with anger, and he immediately withdrew his head and leaned against the window sill, unwilling to raise his head. Even though he knew it was against the rules, he couldn't bear this kind of humiliation.

The head was touched.

He raised his head abruptly, his tied body straightened up with difficulty, his hands were instantly congested and swollen with blood, Qiu Yangui's eyes were a little red, and he looked at Zuo Qingyue, "Young master, you don't need to be like this, subordinate... ..."

His voice was a little unsteady, obviously he was angry, and before he finished speaking, a pastry was stuffed into his mouth, which was soft and sweet, which caught him off guard.

There was no smile on Zuo Qingyue's face, but he was not calm either, with a careless look, his slender white fingers ruthlessly stuffed the pastry in, and when he saw that he was about to open his mouth, he stuffed another one in.

Qiu Yangui knew in his heart that if he was choked, Zuo Qingyue might not be able to save him, so he could only endure and chew the food first.

Unknowingly, after eating two plates of pastries, Qiu Yangui swallowed his anger, and the last trace of stubbornness floated up his throat, turning into a soft, "burp."

Zuo Qingyue sneered, "Are you full?"

At this moment, Qiu Yangui had already lost his temper, and leaned listlessly against the window, "...Well, thank you, young master."

Zuo Qingyue didn't say anything, just turned off the lights, took off his clothes and put them on the screen, and didn't shy away.

The assassin's night vision ability was extremely strong, Qiu Yan looked at the ground without saying a word, and breathed lightly.

The bed was soft and sunken, Zuo Qingyue didn't bother him any more, and lay down on his own and closed his eyes.

Qiu Yangui slowly raised his eyes and pursed his lips.

He inexplicably felt that the young master seemed to be in a bad mood just after going out for a while.

But this kind of matter has never been related to him, he only needs to protect his master, and it seems that Zuo Qingyue has such a thought, it is too far-fetched.

Just like the dead silence he felt when he went to the assassination, after the unparalleled beauty, it was a barren desert.

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The next day.

Qiu Yangui almost stayed up all night, closing his eyes and resting his mind, fortunately he didn't need to sleep for too long, not to mention one night, staying up for three nights can almost last.

So when Zuo Qingyue moved slightly, he opened his eyes.

His body was so sore after being tied up all night, he frowned slightly, straightened up and silently looked at the person on the bed.

Mo hair scattered all over the bed, Zuo Qingyue slept peacefully, Qiu Yangui sneaked a few peeks at night, she looked harmless, it was called the posture of heaven and man.

It would be great if he could be normal even when he was awake.

Zuo Qingyue didn't respond after that movement, Qiu Yangui waited for him for a long while with his lips pursed, and quietly moved his shoulder blades, the wound that had been pierced there hadn't healed yet, and now it was even worse.

"Tut." An irritable voice sounded.

Qiu Yangui's back stiffened, seeing Zuo Qingyue frowned and opened his eyes, he sat up slowly, "It's so early in the morning, what's the trouble?"

Who is making trouble with you.

Even though he was completely aggrieved in his heart, he still said sincerely, "Forgive me, young master."

The silver thread struck head-on, Qiu Yangui choked for breath, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, the next moment the rope was cut off, his body that had been restrained all night suddenly relaxed, and the ensuing soreness and numbness made his expression twisted uncontrollably for a moment.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes fell on his suddenly lively expression, and the frown that was originally tightly frowned gradually loosened, and he returned to his usual lazy and nasty appearance, "Are you comfortable?"

Qiu Yangui thought he heard it wrong, and raised his head in astonishment, "Young Master...?"

The cheek was patted twice, the fingertips were slightly cool, Zuo Qing smiled more meaningfully, "Remember this feeling, it will be more comfortable next time."

I won't have a next time.

Qiu Yangui secretly thought in his heart that he would be careful in handling things in the future, and would never suffer today's humiliation again, so he could only nod silently, not wanting to speak.

Zuo Qingyue looked at his face for a moment, then yawned lazily, "Okay, come and serve me."

Qiu Yangui heard the words and quickly moved his muscles and bones, the bursting pain made him almost stagger, he gritted his teeth and went to the screen to take the clothes.

Then walk to the left and light across the window.

"Young master, please stay here."

Zuo Qingyue settled down slowly, and opened his arms to be served by others. The assassin's technique was extremely meticulous, and he couldn't find any faults, but the cumbersome attire made him a little dizzy, and his expression was solemn, as if he was fighting with it.

But it didn't take too much time, Zuo Qingyue put on his clothes and sat on the chair, closed his eyes and rested his mind. There was a finely crafted silver comb on the table.

Qiu Yangui's expression froze.

Too bad, he is really not familiar with this.