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When he heard Han Pu talk about his family, this sentence inexplicably appeared in his mind.
Just like the sentence, "Born in sorrow, die in peace."
But he clearly didn't even know what genre this poem was.
He didn't understand.
The word "Han" in Qin and Han.
What was it referring to?
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day, compared to being possessed by a wandering ghost,
He would rather believe that he was the wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
...
When Han Pu finished packing up and came out,
Qin Song was no longer in the room. Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence and quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword.
Qin Song was good at the zither, singing, and dancing.
But he was not good at the sword. The sword in his hand was just a dancing prop.
Qin Song was dancing with a sword. Although it was flashy, it was extremely good to see.
Under the bright moonlight,
The youth in white seemed to be glowing all over. His wide sleeves fluttered like clouds.
Her flexible and flexible waist.
His black hair fluttered in the wind.
A long sword overflowing with cold light... Han Pu couldn't describe it.
But he only felt that every movement of the youth exuded a fatal attraction, attracting his eyes and making his heart beat wildly. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to breathe...
The youth's movements were originally slow and light, but towards the end, they gradually became intense. He moved and flipped on the ground, and his sword danced and stabbed in the air. Each sword was faster than the previous one, and each sword was heavier than the previous one... Han Pu seemed to hear the sound of war drums in his ears, and seemed to see thunder raging in front of his eyes. He only felt frightened and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped, and the wind calmed down.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupid look with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
However, despite his stupidity, he wasn't loathsome. His eyes were bright and spirited, and one could only sigh in admiration, nothing else.
Han Pu gulped. "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me wield my sword."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Even if the Qin Song sword dance is a pastime, it is for me, the Qin Song, to amuse myself and not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise, then shook his head and said, "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts skills that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Besides, he didn't think he needed such a thing.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was indeed beautiful, but swords are used to kill people. What's the use of just being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, then naturally I can create the world's most powerful swordsmanship as well."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused, then said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with it …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his words because he found that Qin Song was no longer performing the sword dance, but practicing a single straight thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every action was different, and he seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship. So in this world, there really were geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song closed his eyes and gestured, then said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave, so he said resentfully, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered unhappily. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around and saw that Qin Song had suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said unhappily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a dignified expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. He said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was somewhat ugly. He said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"A small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you're in? You're like a broken vase that's full of cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind, or a cough, could break it! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song, and said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition. He was too lazy to explain, so he said, "There's a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine that Qin Yi made. You ran fast, help …"
Before he could finish his words, Han Pu had already run off without a trace.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing. It was as if there was a thin barrier separating him from the things that he had grasped in his hands. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch them.
What should he do to get rid of that feeling … he couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and thinking, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu. He silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's face was very ugly. He said, "You haven't given up yet?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
Qin Song frowned. He didn't want to lie to Han Pu, and he also couldn't explain his current condition. Although his injuries looked serious, they weren't fatal. Although that force had broken his body, it had also firmly glued it back together and was constantly improving his physique. It could be said that in his current condition, other than spitting out a small mouthful of blood from time to time and feeling pain for a while, he was actually in better condition than anyone else.
He said, "Han Pu, I asked you to follow me, but it doesn't mean that you can interfere with my business at will." He wanted to say that he was fine, but he needed someone to believe him!
Han Pu said angrily, "Is it worth it for you to risk your life for a Qin Yue?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. He held the glass and sipped slowly.
Han Pu saw that he didn't take his words seriously. He said angrily, "Well, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll kill him for you!"
He turned around and walked away.
Qin Song shouted, "Han Pu!"
Qin Yue had just recovered from his injuries and was at his most vigilant. What was the difference between an assassination at this time and seeking death?
Han Pu stopped, but didn't turn around. He said coldly, "You told me to stay out of your business, then stay out of my business as well!"
"I also don't want to stay out of your business, but I have a few things to say to you." Qin Song said calmly, "First, my injury has nothing to do with Qin Yue, and it has nothing to do with you. Don't take everything on yourself. Second, I didn't risk my life. Even if I risked my life, it wouldn't be for Qin Yue. It could only be for myself. Third, I know my injury better than anyone else. It won't get better because of careful nursing, and it won't worsen because I practice martial arts. "
Qin Song paused and continued, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. If you want to kill Qin Yue, it's up to you. But it has nothing to do with me. If you want to die, don't do it in my name."
Han Pu didn't move for a long time. Qin Song was angry at his stubbornness, but Han Pu suddenly turned around and sat down beside Qin Song. He put the medicine bottle on the stone table and poured a cup of water for him. He said with a smile, "Take the medicine, take the medicine!"
Qin Song stared at him. How could this person's face change so quickly?
Han Pu said with a smile, "Of course I believe your words. But it's rare for you to be so concerned about me and say so many words in one breath. I wanted to hear more, but you didn't say anything after waiting for so long. "
Qin Song was speechless and took the medicine silently.
Although Qin Yi's medicine didn't have any effect on his injury, it was very effective in relieving the pain. Every time he had an attack, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart. Qin Song, who was not afraid of pain, found it difficult to bear.
Qin Song sat for a while and recovered. He was about to drive Han Pu away so that he could continue practicing swordsmanship when he suddenly heard voices. He turned around and saw a few lanterns swaying in the woods. It seemed that they were heading toward his small courtyard.
Han Pu said, "It should be the silly big guy coming back with people."
…
Yu Sheng left with four people, but came back with forty people. Men and women of all ages stood in a few rows, waiting for Qin Song to choose. The manager carefully accompanied them, saying that he didn't think it through and so on.
The staff of the hostage residence was supposed to be provided by Daqin, so Qin Song didn't refuse. He chose four women in their thirties or forties, who looked neat and tidy, and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly advised him to keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took them to settle down. Han Pu sighed and complained, "People pick young and beautiful people, but you … at least leave one for us to look at!"
When Qin Song was in Southern Chu, he also liked to use young and beautiful girls. But now, he had changed his mind. If a girl was born beautiful, even if she was a servant who sold her body, it was inevitable that she would be arrogant. In the past, he was happy to coax them. Even if the girls threw tantrums at him, he also felt that it was interesting … but now, he didn't have such thoughts.
He frowned and said, "Don't you think he's too attentive? I feel like I've overlooked something. "
Han Pu said, "How can it be? Qin Yue is so infatuated. It's strange that he's not attentive, right? "
"Ying …" Qin Song suddenly realized that he was really confused!
Back then, when he failed to assassinate Qin Yue and was captured, he felt that he was going to die. In order to protect Yi An, he told Qin Yue that only by pretending to be infatuated with Yi An and turning the matter into a small one could he confuse the Qi people. However, no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he would not let go of the assassin who directly attacked him.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's position of being "infatuated" …
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I'm going to drink tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing south."
Han Pu blinked, "Huh?"
It's just drinking tea. Why is it so troublesome?
Qin Song said lightly, "If I stay here, I'm like a sparrow with its wings tied. What's the use of practicing martial arts? I have to leave Daqin first. "
Han Pu said, "Leave Daqin? Isn't that easy? It's my job … "
He suddenly remembered that this young man's ability to escape was not inferior to his. He suddenly said, "You want to leave openly? I think you should stop dreaming. How can Qin Yue let you go? "
Qin Song said, "Don't say it's impossible if you haven't tried."
He got up and went back to his room.
"Didn't you say that you're a tough nut to crack?" The man threw the soldering iron back into the brazier and carelessly lifted the young man's chin that was soaked with cold sweat. He said, "You can't take it anymore after two rounds of torture. Southerners are really weak … But, tsk, tsk, you're really good-looking."
He was beautiful, but unfortunately, his identity was special and he was locked up because of that matter. He didn't dare to act recklessly before the higher-ups said so.
The man let go and said, "Give me the thing."
One of his subordinates handed over a piece of paper. The man took it and held it in front of Qin Song. He said, "This is what you just confessed. You should still remember it, right? Later, copy it obediently and sign it. Then you won't have to suffer anymore … Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up. Maybe it was because the pain was too much that his memory was a little blurry. He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he admitted to whatever they said. He only wanted to suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment and said, "Can I sign it with my fingerprint?" His voice was low, hoarse and weak.
He actually dared to ask for conditions!
The man sneered, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to personally write this confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi and that he wanted to assassinate Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Chu and the Qin Kingdom, what awaited him and his family would be the most miserable fate. Even the Chu Kingdom would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and didn't speak again.
The man was furious. He forcefully grabbed his chin and sneered, "Did you feel that you didn't enjoy enough just now? Since you don't want to write, then there's no point in keeping your hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song helplessly opened his eyes again and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The man's expression became serious. "So there's a hidden reason why you tried to assassinate the King?" Wasn't it because of that thing in bed? Was there a hidden reason? Wasn't this a sign that he was going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled and said, "No, I was just killing for fun."
"You!" The man shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Qin Yue looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man's head was lowered. His long hair was disheveled and fell to his waist. He was still wearing his thin underwear, but the layers of blood stains made it impossible to see its original white color. Its owner was also no longer cold and arrogant. Covered in cuts and bruises, he was dragged by the iron chain. His thin and slender figure showed a miserable beauty.
"At the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the punishment stood beside Qin Yue and said, "But after a few lashes, he started to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. He was even willing to call for his ancestors. He almost peed in his pants."
Qin Yue sneered. The man waved his hand and someone poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up.
The man went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked up at the man beside him, then looked at Qin Yue who was sitting in front of him. Then, he lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The man shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Qin Yue was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that this man did not know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here to join in the fun?
"You really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't bear it. "
The man was dumbfounded. For a moment, he did not know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King does not have body odor!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King just because he has body odor? How preposterous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am playing with you!"
The man raised his hand and was about to slap Qin Song when a cold snort came from behind him, "Is this what you meant when you said that he is as obedient as a dog?"
The man trembled and knelt on the ground. He said anxiously, "My King, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scar has healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will immediately become obedient!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick at the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. Seeing this, he said hurriedly, "How can I let my King dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron. The next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, twitching and rolling as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground. The corner of his mouth raised. "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips, his face pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes were frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely for the sake of torturing him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard, and your courage is also very big. I like it very much," Qin Yue said. "It seems that this Lonely One should thank you. It's been a long time since this Lonely One has encountered something so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and smiled. "Very interesting indeed."
He slowly walked forward and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face. "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song tried his best to turn his head to avoid the heat. His voice was still light. "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The boy under his palm was trembling. His face was as white as paper. His drooping eyelashes were very moving. His lips were wet with cold water. Although his lips were pale, the shape was astonishingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked at him and unconsciously stroked his lips with his thumb. Sure enough … it was as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
The desire to torture him was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Maybe … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song raised his eyes and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned. Then he became angry. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Qin Yue's finger.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he said quietly, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song clenched his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse. It carried a certain dangerous meaning.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
His body was trembling uncontrollably, but in the depths of his heart, he felt that this kind of fear was so superficial, as if he was sitting below the stage and watching the emotions of others … Most importantly, why did that bright red piece of metal look a little intimate and enticing?
"Open your mouth!" Qin Yue pinched the boy's chin and forced his face to the soldering iron. He made a low threatening sound in his throat, "Hmm?"
Then, he saw the youth finally raise his eyes. His pair of pitch-black eyes did not contain the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as tranquil as a clear pool. When Qin Yue's heart trembled slightly, he saw the youth gently raise the corner of his lips and press his face against the crimson hot iron. Such a tragic action, yet this youth actually carried a kind of unhurried and unhurried feeling.
The glaring white smoke stung his eyes. The sizzling sound deafened his ears. The smell of burning assailed his nose …
Qin Yue was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and retreated a few steps. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
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