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"I think..." the man in black swallowed his saliva and said, "It's safer for me to bring you along."
In the blink of an eye, he came up with a seemingly reliable idea. It would definitely be more reliable to bring him along.
He climbed onto the bed.
He took out a dagger.
He slashed at the iron chain in his hand.
Qin Song frowned. He didn't like people who acted on their own.
He said calmly, "You can't leave with me.
I can't cross that lake. "Even if he could leave, he wouldn't.
He was different from this assassin.
He was a monk with a temple.
The man in black buried his head in his work and said, "Then think of another way."
Qin Song shut his mouth and didn't say anything else. For some people, saying something that was useless once was useless even if it was said a hundred times.
The dagger was sharpened on the iron chain.
The rough incision rubbed back and forth on his wrist. Soon, it brought out a piece of blurred flesh.
Qin Song frowned slightly.
There was no further reaction.
A moment later.
With a "clang" sound, Qin Song's right hand regained freedom.
The man in black smiled and said, "It's actually made of fine iron.
The King Of Qin is really generous... but it's a piece of cake for my Qing Feng! "
He was about to switch to his left hand.
Qin Song's expression suddenly changed.
He said, "You should go.
Someone's coming. "
"Don't make a fuss." The man in black didn't mind. "It's not like I didn't make any arrangements. They won't be able to catch up here in a short time. Besides, I didn't even hear a sound. How can you... oh no, someone's really coming! Do you have a back door here? "
Qin Song was speechless.
There was a knock on the door from outside the courtyard. "Little Peach, open the door!"
Little Peach, who had been knocked unconscious and hidden away, naturally couldn't open the door. The people didn't wait long and directly knocked the door open. Hurried footsteps rushed in and stopped outside Qin Song's room. One of them said in a clear voice, "Qin Song Gongzi, an assassin has come to the palace. Her Majesty is worried about the young master's safety and ordered us to come and protect you."
After pausing for a moment and not hearing any reply from inside, the voice said again, "Qin Song Gongzi, I'm coming in."
Qin Song did not pay attention to them. Those people had never spoken to get his answer. No matter what he said, they would still come in.
He lowered his head and massaged his stiff shoulders. The sharp dagger pressed against his throat, "It sounds like Qin Yue cares a lot about you."
…
When Qin Yue hurried over, the chains on the bed had already been cut off, and a cold dagger was pressed against the youth's throat. The youth's shoulders were strangled and he stood barefoot on the ground. He was only wearing undergarments.
Qin Yue's gaze moved from his blood-stained wrist to the youth's face. His voice was low and unreadable, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song stood quietly with almost no expression on his face. Qin Yue felt that the youth's calm gaze contained a bit of impatience and mockery. He forced someone to stay in the palace to "recuperate" but ended up being held hostage by an assassin. No matter how he looked at it, Qin Yue was incompetent.
"Ha! Ha ha! "The black-clothed man was very proud of his quick-wittedness." He really came! My luck is really not bad. "
Qin Yue acted as if he didn't hear him. His gaze was still gloomy as he looked at Qin Song. His voice was low and cold, "Let him go and I'll leave you with an intact corpse."
The black-clothed man laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His eyes were in high spirits. "If I'm going to die, what does it matter if you turn my bones into ashes? How about this, one living person and two dead people. You choose! If you choose a living person, I'll leave and he'll live. If you choose two dead people, I'll kill him first and then I'll die … Although I don't really want to die, it's a pleasant surprise to be able to kill your beloved King Qin and make you sad for once! "
The person he loved …
Qin Yue finally turned to look at the black-clothed man and then looked at Qin Song. However, he saw him glance at the black-clothed man rather speechlessly.
The bodyguard commander Chen Ce stepped forward and coldly shouted, "He's the same as you. He's an assassin. Do you think you can save your life by holding him hostage?"
The black-clothed man scolded, "Am I stupid or are you stupid? Is it the assassin who will be locked in the harem? Is it the assassin Qin Yue who will come in person? Besides, I don't care who he is. Anyway, I only have him in my hands … If you don't care, then go ahead. I'll have two companions along the way with him! "
He wasn't good at negotiating. He didn't want to be long-winded. He tightened his grip on the dagger and looked at Qin Yue, "Qin Yue, to live or to die, you choose!" His tone was relaxed and carefree, but his expression was very dignified. His whole body was tense like a cheetah that was ready to pounce.
Qin Yue looked at the two with a gloomy face and didn't say a word.
The black-clothed man suddenly said, "Then he's going to die."
He sighed and leaned close to the young man's ear, "I'm sorry to drag you into this!" The dagger in his hand was pulled back, and a line of blood blossomed on the young man's white skin …
"Stop!" Qin Yue shouted in a low voice. He stared at the black-clothed man's dagger again and stopped at the young man's neck. After a moment of silence, he coldly said, "Let them go!"
The black-clothed man beamed with joy, "That's right! I've always said that my luck has been good. "
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce anxiously said, "This traitor's martial arts are very strong. He has tried to assassinate Your Majesty time and time again. If you miss this opportunity, next time … Your Majesty, just for one …"
Qin Yue coldly interrupted, "There are more than ten million people in the world who want to kill me. It doesn't make much of a difference whether he's there or not. Do you think that I'm afraid of an assassin? "
Qin Yue looked at Qin Song, only to see Qin Song's leisurely expression. It was as though the one who almost had his head separated from his body was someone else, as though they were discussing the life and death of someone else at this moment. As for himself, he was an outsider who had nothing to do with himself, watching the excitement of others. Qin Yue couldn't help but feel anger rising in his heart as he said in a low voice, "Qin Song!"
Qin Song looked at him.
Qin Yue coldly said, "If I don't see you in an hour, the hostage residence will not be spared."
"Your Majesty really thinks highly of me," Qin Song finally spoke for the first time. His tone was indifferent, "Your Majesty, why don't you just say that you want to kill Chu?"
Qin Yue indifferently said, "That's not a problem."
Qin Song was exasperated. Who did he offend? He coldly snorted, "Do you want me to tie him up and send him to Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue coldly said, "Qin Song, don't test my patience!"
The black-clothed man looked at the two of them blankly and said, "That, you're really not his …? What are you … "
"Shut up!" Qin Song finally couldn't stand him and angrily rebuked, "What does this have to do with you?"
"Oh!" The black-clothed man looked at the dagger he was holding against Qin Song's neck, "What does this have to do with me?"
"Are you leaving or not?" Qin Song impatiently said, "If you don't leave, then go up and fight!"
The black-clothed man sullenly said, "I can't win …"
Since he couldn't win, he could only leave.
Qin Yue coldly looked at the two of them slowly retreating into the darkness and said in a low voice, "Chen Ce, follow them … and bring him back."
Chen Ce responded and quickly left with his men.
When his figure disappeared, Qin Yue spoke again, "Rho Minoris."
A low voice came from the darkness, "Here."
"You go too. If … you bring him back for me!" Qin Yue's face was gloomy and his voice was bone-chilling, "… regardless of whether he lives or dies."
Qin Song, I've told you before, don't test my patience.
Qin Song, you better not be playing tricks.
…
The darkness of the night was like a layer of thick fog that pervaded the palace, as if there were countless fierce beasts crouching in the dark corners, ready to pounce and devour people at any time.
Three-quarters of an hour had passed, but the people who went had not returned.
Qin Yue was dressed in a black robe. His gaze was gloomy and cold, and his anger was like the damp and cold night. His right fist slowly clenched.
In the end, he still can't wait to fly out? He doesn't even care about his master, his Chu.
A series of heavy footsteps came from the corner. Chen Ce hurried over and reported in a low voice, "Found him!"
Found him? Qin Yue was stunned, and his heart sank again. He found him, but he didn't bring him back.
Qin Yue looked at Chen Ce, who seemed to want to shrink his head into his shoulders. For a moment, he didn't dare to ask and only said coldly, "… Lead the way."
Then, he saw Qin Song.
Under the hazy moonlight, a young man dressed in white sat quietly under a peach blossom tree. His body was dotted with falling petals, and his black hair was draped over his shoulders … Such a quiet and beautiful scene, but because of the sword hilt exposed in the young man's chest, it made people feel cold all over.
The young man covered his chest with his hand, and blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers.
Qin Yue swayed and stared at the young man. His whole body seemed to have collapsed into an extremely drawn bow, and for a moment, he couldn't move.
"Your Majesty," Chen Ce said in a low voice, "that traitor said that he couldn't come here in vain … Before he left, he stabbed him in the chest."
Qin Yue didn't seem to hear anything. He slowly walked forward and half-squatted in front of the young man. He squeezed his shoulder tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Qin Song?"
Qin Song opened his eyes. His gaze was clear, and he said, "Sorry, I want to try."
"Qin Song … Qin Song!"
A cold light flashed, and the surprised voice suddenly turned into an incredulous rage. Qin Yue covered his chest and took a few steps back. There was a shiny dagger in his chest that had been stabbed halfway through.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce was scared out of his wits. He frantically rushed forward, but he saw the young man's foot stomp on the tree trunk. His body spun rapidly in the air, and his foot came down hard on the handle of the dagger that Qin Yue was about to pull out.
"Puff!" The dagger disappeared from the handle.
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He roared, "Take him down!"
Qin Song flipped over and landed on the ground. Before he could take a step, he felt his wrist being grabbed. The rough and strong hand was like an iron hoop, and it almost broke his bones.
Qin Song turned around and was met with Qin Yue's gloomy eyes. They were cold and ruthless, as if a violent storm was brewing …
Qin Song didn't even think. He pulled out the dagger that only had half of its blade left from his chest and slashed it towards Qin Yue's throat.
Qin Yue didn't dodge. His gloomy eyes stared fixedly at him. The hand that was holding his wrist pulled fiercely!
Qin Song staggered. Before he could steady himself, his entire body shook. His entire body was sent flying two steps by the huge force and heavily hit the tree trunk. Only now did the pain come from his right shoulder.
Qin Song opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reached out to grab the black iron arrow that was as thick as a thumb on his shoulder. He wanted to shoot himself off the tree, but with the little strength he had left, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. He tried several times, but to no avail.
What a terrifying arrow. Qin Song gave up trying. In reality, if it wasn't for Qin Yue's pull just now, he would already be a corpse. However, his current situation wasn't much better.
"Qin Song."
The corner of a wide black robe appeared in his line of sight. Qin Song didn't have time to think. His head was lifted up by someone holding his chin.
"I didn't die." Qin Yue looked coldly at him. "Are you very disappointed?"
Qin Song coughed out a mouthful of blood and smiled. His voice was weak and his gaze was a bit unfocused. "Yes!"
As the saying goes, man proposes, and God disposes. He had calculated everything, even his escape route. The only thing he didn't expect was that the moment he attacked, he would suddenly feel a pain in his head. It was as if someone had viciously hit him with a sledgehammer. Only then did he miss by a bit. Otherwise, even if Qin Yue was wearing an inner armor, he would already be dead by now.
"Good, good …" Qin Yue spat out a mouthful of blood. He smiled coldly and nodded. "Very good … Qin Song …"
The youth in thin undergarments was already half covered in blood. His right hand hung limply. His left hand gripped the pitch black shaft of the arrow. His slender white fingers were already covered in blood. The blood flowed down his wrist.
Qin Yue gasped for breath. A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed the iron arrow on the youth's shoulder. Then, he forcefully pressed it down.
"Ah!" Qin Song groaned in pain. He arched his back in pain.
Qin Yue was satisfied to see that the hateful smile on the youth's face had finally disappeared. He watched as the youth bit his lip and cold sweat dripped down the tip of his nose …
In his mind, the image of the youth leaning lazily on the couch and drinking wine with his head raised. Then, the image of the youth hovering in the air and ruthlessly kicking the dagger in his chest alternated. Qin Song, good, Qin Song, you're good!
He pulled with all his might.
Blood splattered. Qin Song groaned. His fingers gripped the trunk of the tree. He forced himself to lean against the trunk and not fall down. He took deep breaths. "It's so f * cking painful!"
The black, blood-stained iron arrow was thrown in front of him. Qin Yue turned around and walked away. His cold voice carried a chill. "Don't let him die."
Just as he thought of this, he felt a wave of heat in front of him. Qin Song looked at the red hot iron approaching him. His body began to tremble reflexively. This caused the tall man to laugh at him.
"Didn't you say that you're a tough nut to crack?" The man threw the iron back into the brazier. He slowly lifted the youth's chin, which 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 indeed beautiful. Unfortunately, his identity was special. Moreover, he was locked up because of that matter. Before the higher-ups gave the order, he didn't dare to act recklessly.
The man let go of his hand and said, "Give me the thing."
One of his subordinates handed over a piece of paper. The man took it and stretched 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. Perhaps he was in too much pain just now. 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 this was indeed what he said.
Qin Song was silent for a moment. Then, he said, "Can I sign it?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
How dare he ask for a condition!
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 the 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 anymore.
The man was furious. He forcefully grabbed his chin and sneered. "You think 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. He 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 what happened in bed? Was there a hidden reason? Was he going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"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 chains. His thin and slender figure showed a miserable beauty.
"At the beginning, he was so arrogant." The man who first carried out the torture stood beside Qin Yue and said, "But after a few lashes, he began to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. I told him to call his ancestors and 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 the man didn't know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here to join in the fun?
"You really want to know?"
The man said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The man was stunned and didn't know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the king doesn't have body odor!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the king because he has body odor? This is ridiculous!
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 him when a cold snort came from behind him, "Is this what you meant by being 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 be obedient immediately!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick something in the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The man heard the sound and looked up. He hurriedly said, "How can I let my king dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I will do it, I will 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. He twitched and rolled on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground and smiled, "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The boy pursed his lips and his face was 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."
He slowly walked forward and lifted the boy's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "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 and although they were pale, the shape was shockingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and his thumb unconsciously stroked them. Sure enough … they were as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His interest in torturing him was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Perhaps … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song looked up and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was stunned at first and then became angry. He shook his head fiercely and avoided Qin Yue's finger.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back. Holding his chin, he whispered, "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, with a sense of danger.
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. It was as if he was sitting below the stage and watching other people act out their emotions … Most importantly, why did that bright red piece of metal look so 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 didn't have the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as calm 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 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 nostrils …
Qin Yue was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and took a few steps back. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
He was actually scared! The king of Western Qin, Qin Yue, who had killed countless people, was actually scared. At that moment, he was panicking.
"Your, Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue violently gasped for breath. He looked at the boy who was about to faint. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up for me!"
Qin Song woke up and saw Qin Yue's enlarged face. It was still gloomy, but there was a trace of exasperation. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're afraid of pain, but you'd rather be tortured by the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song glanced at him and said in a light tone, "Yes!"
Qin Yue was furious. He didn't notice it before, but now he could easily hear the contempt and contempt in the boy's voice.
He lowered his voice and said, "Good, very good. If you don't care about anything, I don't know what to do with you. Tell me, if I hand you over to the military camp, how will the criminal army treat you? "
He smiled and said, "What about the world famous Qin Song Gongzi? Maybe if you play the zither and sing for them, they'll take pity on you?"
Qin Song said, "You wouldn't dare."
"I wouldn't dare?" Qin Yue laughed and said, "You said I wouldn't dare? In this world, is there anything that I, Qin Yue, wouldn't dare to do? "
He grabbed Qin Song's chin and said coldly, "I just wanted to scare you. Since you said I wouldn't dare, if I really let you go, it would show that I'm incompetent!"
Qin Song frowned. "Your Majesty, did you forget that I hurt my face?"
"Don't worry, they won't despise you. Although your face is hurt, you still have good skin and flesh!"
Qin Song looked at him and said helplessly, "Your Majesty knows that I'm famous, but you should know that I have scholarly honors. Although I didn't have time to participate in the court examination, I came from Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "You came from Xie Yuan and you're famous … What do you think these are in my eyes?"
Qin Song sighed and said softly, "So … you're an idiot."
Qin Yue was furious. "What did you say?"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved … You didn't cultivate with me, so why should I teach you?"
Qin Yue was not a fool. He had only treated Qin Song as a toy before, and he had been provoked again and again, so he had lost his former sharpness. Now that he had been enlightened several times, he finally understood. He was a king, so he naturally knew that he could only conquer the world with a large number of soldiers and generals. To rule the world, he relied on the imperial officials. The people of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other and disliked each other for inexplicable reasons. Sometimes, they would firmly stick together.
All the imperial officials had their pride and couldn't be humiliated.
Qin Song came from Xie Yuan and he was famous all over the world. If Qin Yue only wanted to rape him, it would be considered a personal loss. However, if he ordered people to torture Qin Song to death because he refused to submit, it would be tyrannical and unethical. It would be a disgrace to all the scholars in the world. If it really spread out, not to mention the other countries, even the scholars in Daqin itself wouldn't work for him.
If it was the Qin Yue from before, he might not take this to heart. However, now that he had just conquered the three countries, it was the most chaotic time. He deeply understood why it was easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule the world. At this moment, he didn't dare to anger the imperial officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, they could quietly kill him and report his sudden death to cover it up a little bit with a grand burial. Even if the officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with the powerful would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. However, if he had obvious injuries on his face, it would be impossible for the imperial officials to pretend to be stupid even if they wanted to.
Moreover, he was famous all over the world. It would be difficult to hide his body from the world even if he wanted to leave no bones behind.
Qin Song saw his expression change quickly and knew that he understood. He chuckled and said, "At that time, Your Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter. Now that I have injuries on my face … Why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, Your Majesty can beat me, kill me, or humiliate me. "
Qin Yue looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Qin Song watched these people's figures disappear, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed, "It's really not easy to keep my life."
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