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Just as he thought of this, a wave of heat came from in front of him,
Qin Song looked at the approaching red soldering iron,
His body began to tremble reflexively, causing the tall man who was executing him to laugh.
"Didn't you say that you were a tough nut to crack?" The man threw the soldering iron back into the brazier in boredom and slowly lifted the youth's chin, which was soaked in cold sweat and ice water,
He said, "You can't hold on after only two major punishments,
The southerners are indeed weak... but, tsk tsk,
You're really good-looking. "
She was beautiful, but unfortunately, her identity was special,
And she was locked up because of that matter. She didn't dare to act recklessly before the higher-ups gave the order.
The man let go and said, "Give me the thing."
The subordinate handed over a piece of paper,
The man took it,
He stretched it out in front of Qin Song,
He said, "On this is what you confessed to just now,
You should still remember, right? In a while,
She obediently copied it down.
Sign it and make a mark,
Then you don't have to suffer anymore... Hmm? "
Qin Song raised his head and looked at it,
Perhaps it was because the pain was too much just now,
His memory was a little blurry,
He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand it anymore. He admitted to whatever they said, hoping that he would suffer less. It seemed that it was indeed these things.
Qin Song was silent for a moment before he said, "How about I press my fingerprint?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
He actually dared to make conditions!
The man sneered sinisterly, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to write this confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi and assassinated Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Qin and Chu, what awaited him and his family would definitely be the most miserable fate. Even Chu Chu would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The man was furious. He pinched his chin vigorously and said with a sinister smile, "You think you didn't enjoy enough just now, right? Since he doesn't want to write, it's useless to keep his hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song reluctantly 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 turned solemn. "So there's a hidden reason for you to assassinate the king?" Wasn't it because of what happened on the bed? Could there be some inside story? Wasn't this a sign that he was going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled. "No, I'm just killing them 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 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 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 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'm 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 mean by 'obedient like a dog'?"
The man trembled and knelt on the ground. He said anxiously, "My king, this boy has forgotten the pain after the scar healed. If 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?"
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, I'll do it." The man reached out to take the soldering iron, but 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 air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue threw the soldering iron on the man's shoulder to the ground and smiled, "It's really interesting."
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, "It's really 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 did 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 pale 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 unconsciously stroked his lips with his thumb. Sure enough … it was 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 first stunned and then became angry. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Qin Yue's finger that was reaching into his mouth.
Qin Yue twisted the boy's head back and held 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 fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting under the stage and watching the emotions of others … Most importantly, why did the red soldering iron look so intimate and attractive?
"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 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 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 burnt flesh 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 bit 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 looked at him and said in a light voice, "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 with a helpless expression. He said, "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 was born in Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "Born in Xie Yuan, famous all over the world … 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. Previously, he only treated Qin Song as a toy. After being repeatedly provoked, he lost his former sharpness. Now that he was 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. In order 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 was born in Xie Yuan and was famous all over the world. If Qin Yue only raped 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 unscrupulous. 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 previous Qin Yue, he might not take this matter 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 provoke the imperial officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, he could quietly kill him and report his sudden death and a grand funeral to cover up a little. Even if the imperial officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with him would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. However, if he had obvious injuries on his face, the imperial officials couldn't 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 face change a hundred times in an instant and knew that he understood. He chuckled and said, "Your Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter at the beginning. 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, it's up to Your Majesty to beat, kill, and 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."
His eyes fell on the soldering iron that fell on the ground. The hot soldering iron now had a faint layer of frost on it …
However, he clearly didn't even know what kind of poem this was, and he didn't understand what the word "Han" in the Qin and Han Dynasties meant.
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day, he would rather believe that he was the wandering ghost than be possessed by a wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
…
When Han Pu finished tidying up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room. Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence, so he quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance. Qin Song was good at the zither, good at singing, and good at dancing, but he wasn't good at the sword. In his hands, the sword was nothing more than a dancing prop.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance. Although it was flashy and impractical, it was extremely beautiful.
Under the bright moonlight, the youth in white seemed to be glowing from head to toe. The wide sleeves that fluttered like clouds, the flexible and flexible waist, the fluttering black hair, the cold light of the long sword … Han Pu couldn't describe it, but he 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 graceful, but towards the end, they gradually became more intense. The person flipped and turned on the ground, the sword danced and stabbed in the air, each strike faster than the previous one, each strike heavier than the previous one … Han Pu's ears seemed to hear the sound of war drums, and his eyes seemed to see the furious thunder. He only felt frightened and couldn't return 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 stupidly staring eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
However, although he looked stupid, it wasn't annoying. His eyes were bright and spirited, and there was only admiration and nothing else.
Han Pu swallowed his saliva and said, "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me perform a sword dance."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Qin Song's sword dance is a pastime, but it's for me, Qin Song, to pass the time and entertain myself. It's not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to continue. He thought for a while and said, "How about I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise and shook his head. "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he didn't feel that he needed this kind of 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."
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 and 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 movement over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring movement, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every movement was completely different. 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 were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song gestured with his eyes closed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave now. He said resentfully, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword used for dancing and a sword used 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 Qin Song suddenly bending over and vomiting 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 angrily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a grave 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 vase that has been thrown and is 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. He 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, then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition. He was too lazy to explain. 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 pondering, 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, but he also couldn't explain his current condition. Although his injuries looked serious, they weren't fatal. That force had broken his body, but at the same time, it was firmly glued together and constantly improved 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 be injured like this. Since you can't let it go, I'll go kill him for you!"
He turned around and left.
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 stood on the side cautiously, 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 picked four women in their thirties or forties, who looked neat and tidy, and asked the manager to take the others back. The manager strongly suggested that he keep a cook, a sewing nanny, two coachmen, and a servant.
Yu Sheng took the people 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 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 a little arrogant. He used to be 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!
When he was captured by Qin Yue, 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 could he confuse the Qi people. But no matter how infatuated Qin Yue was with Yi An, he wouldn't let go of the assassin who directly attacked him.
Now that he was here alive, it was obvious that he replaced Yi An's "infatuated" position …
Qin Song touched his forehead and said, "Tomorrow, take my token to Nan An Teahouse and tell them that I'm going to have tea in two days. Ask them to reserve a room by the window facing the south."
Han Pu blinked and said, "Huh?"
It's just tea. Is there a need to go through so much trouble?
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 profession … "
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.
If his wrists were not chained to the bed, this treatment was not bad.
"Young master, you're awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes came in with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that he would wake up around this time, so I went to boil the medicine. By the way, young master can call me Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and raised Qin Song's head a little higher. She said, "Young master had a fever last night. This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, let me feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring. Qin Song was tossed around in his thin clothes for so long and was even splashed with water several times. It would be strange if he was not sick. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young master, you don't know? Yes, young master was sick last night and was in a daze … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you. Young master, please be sure to cure your injury … I've been here for three or four years, but I've never seen the king so attentive to anyone!"
Qin Song did not comment and drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand. He frowned. She fed him two mouthfuls with a spoon, and she had to wipe the corner of his mouth. How long was she going to feed him? He would rather be held by the neck and forced to drink medicine like this.
Just as he was about to ask for another method, Little Peach saw his frown and her eyes turned red. She said in a panic, "I, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I …"
Before she could finish, a soft laugh came from outside the door. It was actually somewhat doting. "What's wrong? You've just woken up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song felt his hair stand on end.
Qin Yue, dressed in a black robe, pushed open the door and came in. He sat beside his bed and said, "Do you want me to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled the iron chain on his wrist and said with a smile that was not a smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and gently stirred it. He said lightly, "A person should be content with what they have, don't you think?"
Qin Song did not say anything. When Qin Yue reached out the spoon, he opened his mouth and took it. He wanted to see if he would be the first to get impatient from drinking, or if the other person would be the first to get impatient from feeding.
Qin Yue had never taken care of anyone in his life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped a little. He became a little irritated. However, when he saw that the youth was calm and unruffled, as if he had expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't say a word and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song was so bitter that there was no taste in his mouth. Qin Yue also felt that his hand that was pinching that tiny spoon was stiff.
Little Peach was the only one who stared blankly. The king treats my young master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. However, when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue reaching out to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin to indicate, "It's dipped in the medicine."
Qin Song could not be counted on, and he was even more unwilling to trouble Qin Yue. He simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
The action of sticking out one's tongue was not something that everyone looked good doing. Children sticking out their tongues were extremely cute. If it was a fat and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
However, the tip of the youth's tongue was thin and small, and its color was pink and tender. When it deftly licked the tender and soft lips, it left behind an enticing luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that it was somewhat difficult to breathe.
Qin Song tilted his face and turned the thin gauze covering his wound to Qin Yue. If he didn't know his place, he would have kicked him. How could there be such a beast in the world who would be in heat at any time and place?!
Didn't they say that he had collected all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would be in heat at the sight of a sow?!
Qin Yue frowned and took the tea offered by Little Peach. He slowly drank it and said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your injury. Although I dare not say that it will completely disappear, it won't be a problem to treat most of it. However, the medicine is extremely numb and itchy. I was afraid that you would accidentally touch it, so I temporarily restricted your movements. When your injury is better, I will let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Qin Yue's words?
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