Chapter 5
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Looking at a glass full of wine in front of him, Mo Qiao Sheng's face turned white. He fought all day and night, hardly dripping water, and only had time to bite two mouthfuls of wheat cake.
At this time, the hunger in the abdomen, and too much blood loss, it is not suitable for drinking.
What he was afraid of was that he would make a fool of himself when he was drunk and lose the face of his master, which would lead to disaster.
But there is no room for him to refuse.
He came forward respectfully, took Li Wenguang's drink, and knelt down to drink.
Then he took the wine from his master Hua Yuzhi and drank it up.
Then Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan
Cheng Chiba sat in his seat and looked at the young slave who was drinking. His beautiful blue color gradually became heavy, and a strong red and purple color kept rising. During the lingering period, he looked depressed and painful.
He took the cup of his left arm slightly unnatural, with a slight tremor, left shoulder leather under the black clothing, permeated with a trace of water.
No, it should be blood.
Cheng Chiba thought of the spear that pierced his shoulder on the wall.
Moqiao drink down from the king of Yunnan Yuan Yizhi wine.
Sure enough, he felt dizzy and rolled in his stomach.
Another young Marquis beckoned to him.
Moqiao knows he can't drink any more.
But he didn't dare to slack off. He came to the table with soft feet, prostrate and took the golden cup from the young Marquis of Jin Yue.
In the mouth of the wine, Mo Qiao Sheng suddenly froze, the glass is not filled with wine, but a cup of mellow milk.
He looked up in surprise and saw the young prince like Marquis of Jin Yue wink at him quietly.
Moqiao lowered his head and drank the warm milk slowly. He felt the dull pain in his stomach, which was gently soothed by the heat flow, and gradually calmed down.
He kowtowed a head more, with gratitude in his heart, quietly returned to his position.
After receiving the wine from Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan, a Feng was left at the table.
Contrary to her usual cold appearance, ah Feng showed a bright smile and knelt down meekly beside yuan Yizhi.
Yuan Yizhi narrowed his eyes as loose as a fish bubble, stretched out his pale and bloated hand, and pinched a Feng's chin: "I don't know. Sometimes the most charming beauty can't compare with the wild horse galloping on the battlefield. I think conquering such a wild horse is our greatest pleasure."
Feng did not resist, and lowered her head with a smile.
The crowd laughed.
Li Wenguang was slightly unhappy, but he was not the same thing and did not say much.
Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, boasted: "Mr. Yuan has a high opinion, but I can't reach him."
Wei Bei Shouhua Yu beckons to show a Yun to his side.
A Yun a face flustered, at a loss ground kneels to host body side.
Hua Yuzhi is not happy in his heart, so he pinches him on his leg, which makes ah Yun's face white.
Mo Qiao Sheng kneels on his own position and lowers his head as far as possible. He holds his hands tightly and knows that there is an obscene look looking at him.
Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, was sitting in the banquet, twirling his beard and looking at him kneeling in the shadow of the door with great interest as if he were evaluating a cargo.
Don't call me. Don't call my name.
He couldn't help thinking of his childhood when he was waiting for his brother to come out of the tent. In the dark and dilapidated tent like a monster, his brother's cry of pain seemed endless.
I've been working hard all these years just to avoid falling into such a situation. Can't I escape! You can't avoid it!
He thought bitterly.
At this time, he heard a voice calling his name: "Mo Qiao Sheng, come here."
He raised his face at a loss, saw a young and gentle face, and nodded to him with a smile.
It's Jin Yue Gong who just handed him a cup of milk.
Crawling to his forehead, he leaned on his hand. I feel a sigh of relief in my heart.
Can you just accept the shame of some gentle people? Mo Qiao Sheng spurned himself in his heart.
He heard a soft voice on the ground in front of his forehead.
Mo Qiao Sheng raised his head. He saw a tray of black paint on the carpet in front of him.
The Duke of Jin and Yue didn't look at him. He just looked at the song and dance performance in front of him with a smile. He was chatting with Han Quanlin.
It seemed that he didn't care about the slave around him.
But that bright and clean beautiful hand, but casually picked up a blue glaze porcelain bowl on the table, seemingly inadvertently placed on the tray in front of him.
The delicate porcelain bowl is filled with steaming ginseng chicken soup, which gives off an attractive smell.What do you mean, my dear?
Mo Qiao Sheng did not dare to think or move.
But his body speaks more honestly than his brain, and his stomach grunts.
"Weibei Hou's singing and dancing girl is well trained."
"Yes, yes."
The Duke of Jin and Yue leaned over to talk to the man at the table, but his left hand stretched out from his wide sleeve and nodded slightly on the tray in front of Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng kneels up straight and holds the bowl. He drinks it carefully.
He felt that he had never drunk anything so delicious.
The chicken soup with a strong meat flavor, gently brush his throat, he can hardly help but want to sigh.
In particular, there was a smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the soup that he had never experienced before,
the strong drug power instantly penetrated into the four limbs and bones, and condensed his lost physical strength.
Moqiao finished this bowl of soup in one breath. He put the empty bowl back on the plate in a daze. He didn't have time to think about how to express his thanks.
A blue and white dish full of snacks fell in front of him again.
The hand that holds dish loosens, slightly lift palm in front of him, signal him to continue to eat.
So Mo Qiao Sheng in a trance state, eating one after another never touched the food.
As the banquet drew to a close, many people drank too much. However, the nobles with high status began to act on the attendants on the spot.
The scene gradually became filthy.
Yuan Yizhi hugged a Feng's waist and walked out with a smile.
Weibei Hou is not happy. A Yun kneels on the ground, his face is pale, and his whole body is shivering.
"You come with me." Cheng Chiba stands up.
Moqiao pause for a moment, slowly stand up, silent with her.
In Cheng Chiba's tent, LV Yao and Xiao Xiu untie Mo Qiaosheng's skin armor and search him carefully.
But he didn't take off his cloth clothes, which is one of the pleasures left for the Lord to enjoy.
They cut back Mo Qiao Sheng's hands and tied them tightly behind him. He was pushed out of the account just now.
Mo Qiaosheng knows that this is to prevent the assassination and the resistance when he is ignorant of the current affairs. It is a conventional means to protect the safety of the noble. He endured in silence, without resistance.
When Cheng Chiba entered the tent with an iron plate, he saw the slave sitting by the bed with his head down.
His hands were cut behind him, his face was numb and expressionless.
But Cheng Chiba knows that the storm is stirring in his heart at the moment. The originally peaceful blue is just like the sea in a storm. It rolls up the rough waves, and there are layers of lifeless gray and black on the sea. It shows that the master of this soul is in a sad and painful mood of life recognition.
Cheng Chiba almost couldn't bear to see it. She shut down the system and comforted him: "don't be afraid, I don't do anything to you."
Cheng Chiba knows that this is not convincing, because he does not want to untie the rope that binds him.
Although I like the beautiful color on him, so I have pity on him.
But in front of such a strange man with excellent martial arts, his own safety is better than everything else.
She put the iron plate in her hand on the head of the bed and ordered Mo Qiao Sheng to lie on the bed.
Looking at the scissors, tweezers and some messy bottles on the plate, Mo Qiao Sheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
During his years in chuhuai Museum, he knew that some noble people looked elegant and handsome, but he had an unknown hobby.
Green sleeve, is to receive such a guest, then never get up from the bed.
Now that this is the case, the more resistance, the greater the harm.
He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, lay down and slowly put his long legs on the soft bed.
The cold scissors reached into his collar and cut open his clothes. He could not help shuddering and rolling his Adam's apple.
Maybe my life is over, he thought sadly.
Cheng Chiba cuts open the clothes in front of Mo Qiaosheng's chest and carefully uncovers the cloth soaked with blood.
Sure enough, I saw a ferocious and terrifying blood hole on the solid shoulder, still oozing blood.
The blood stained the whole shoulder red.
On the banquet, when Mo Qiao Sheng bent over his side and kowtowed, Cheng Chiba clearly saw a bright red under his neck.
But he is the slave of others, and he is not good at excessive care.
Originally, Cheng Chiba wanted to give him some food, so he let it go.
However, as the banquet was drawing to a close, we could see the beautiful blue in front of us. Just because of a little food, it was full of yellow green representing gratitude.
After all, Cheng felt that he couldn't find an excuse.
At least bandage him, she said to herself.Mo Qiao Sheng closed his eyes tightly, but the pain in his imagination didn't appear for a long time. Instead, a warm towel covered his shoulder.
He opened his eyes in surprise and saw the Marquis of Jin and Yue wring a white towel in warm water, cleaning up the blood stains for him.
Maybe this great man is very clean and doesn't like me to be covered with blood like this. You have to clean up yourself before you start. He explained it to himself.
He looked at the Marquis, picked up a gauze soaked in liquor with tweezers, and said to him gently, "it will hurt. You can bear it."
The high concentration of alcohol gives the wound a tingle.
What kind of pain is this? Moqiao thought in his heart. As a soldier who is often injured, he knows that if he has the chance to wash the wound with strong liquor after a serious injury, the probability of survival will be much greater.
But few slaves are entitled to such luxurious treatment.
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Looking at a glass full of wine in front of him, Mo Qiao Sheng's face turned white. He fought all day and night, hardly dripping water, and only had time to bite two mouthfuls of wheat cake.
At this time, the hunger in the abdomen, and too much blood loss, it is not suitable for drinking.
What he was afraid of was that he would make a fool of himself when he was drunk and lose the face of his master, which would lead to disaster.
But there is no room for him to refuse.
He came forward respectfully, took Li Wenguang's drink, and knelt down to drink.
Then he took the wine from his master Hua Yuzhi and drank it up.
Then Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan
Cheng Chiba sat in his seat and looked at the young slave who was drinking. His beautiful blue color gradually became heavy, and a strong red and purple color kept rising. During the lingering period, he looked depressed and painful.
He took the cup of his left arm slightly unnatural, with a slight tremor, left shoulder leather under the black clothing, permeated with a trace of water.
No, it should be blood.
Cheng Chiba thought of the spear that pierced his shoulder on the wall.
Moqiao drink down from the king of Yunnan Yuan Yizhi wine.
Sure enough, he felt dizzy and rolled in his stomach.
Another young Marquis beckoned to him.
Moqiao knows he can't drink any more.
But he didn't dare to slack off. He came to the table with soft feet, prostrate and took the golden cup from the young Marquis of Jin Yue.
In the mouth of the wine, Mo Qiao Sheng suddenly froze, the glass is not filled with wine, but a cup of mellow milk.
He looked up in surprise and saw the young prince like Marquis of Jin Yue wink at him quietly.
Moqiao lowered his head and drank the warm milk slowly. He felt the dull pain in his stomach, which was gently soothed by the heat flow, and gradually calmed down.
He kowtowed a head more, with gratitude in his heart, quietly returned to his position.
After receiving the wine from Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan, a Feng was left at the table.
Contrary to her usual cold appearance, ah Feng showed a bright smile and knelt down meekly beside yuan Yizhi.
Yuan Yizhi narrowed his eyes as loose as a fish bubble, stretched out his pale and bloated hand, and pinched a Feng's chin: "I don't know. Sometimes the most charming beauty can't compare with the wild horse galloping on the battlefield. I think conquering such a wild horse is our greatest pleasure."
Feng did not resist, and lowered her head with a smile.
The crowd laughed.
Li Wenguang was slightly unhappy, but he was not the same thing and did not say much.
Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, boasted: "Mr. Yuan has a high opinion, but I can't reach him."
Wei Bei Shouhua Yu beckons to show a Yun to his side.
A Yun a face flustered, at a loss ground kneels to host body side.
Hua Yuzhi is not happy in his heart, so he pinches him on his leg, which makes ah Yun's face white.
Mo Qiao Sheng kneels on his own position and lowers his head as far as possible. He holds his hands tightly and knows that there is an obscene look looking at him.
Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, was sitting in the banquet, twirling his beard and looking at him kneeling in the shadow of the door with great interest as if he were evaluating a cargo.
Don't call me. Don't call my name.
He couldn't help thinking of his childhood when he was waiting for his brother to come out of the tent. In the dark and dilapidated tent like a monster, his brother's cry of pain seemed endless.
I've been working hard all these years just to avoid falling into such a situation. Can't I escape! You can't avoid it!
He thought bitterly.
At this time, he heard a voice calling his name: "Mo Qiao Sheng, come here."
He raised his face at a loss, saw a young and gentle face, and nodded to him with a smile.
It's Jin Yue Gong who just handed him a cup of milk.
Crawling to his forehead, he leaned on his hand. I feel a sigh of relief in my heart.
Can you just accept the shame of some gentle people? Mo Qiao Sheng spurned himself in his heart.
He heard a soft voice on the ground in front of his forehead.
Mo Qiao Sheng raised his head. He saw a tray of black paint on the carpet in front of him.
The Duke of Jin and Yue didn't look at him. He just looked at the song and dance performance in front of him with a smile. He was chatting with Han Quanlin.
It seemed that he didn't care about the slave around him.
But that bright and clean beautiful hand, but casually picked up a blue glaze porcelain bowl on the table, seemingly inadvertently placed on the tray in front of him.
The delicate porcelain bowl is filled with steaming ginseng chicken soup, which gives off an attractive smell.What do you mean, my dear?
Mo Qiao Sheng did not dare to think or move.
But his body speaks more honestly than his brain, and his stomach grunts.
"Weibei Hou's singing and dancing girl is well trained."
"Yes, yes."
The Duke of Jin and Yue leaned over to talk to the man at the table, but his left hand stretched out from his wide sleeve and nodded slightly on the tray in front of Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng kneels up straight and holds the bowl. He drinks it carefully.
He felt that he had never drunk anything so delicious.
The chicken soup with a strong meat flavor, gently brush his throat, he can hardly help but want to sigh.
In particular, there was a smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the soup that he had never experienced before,
the strong drug power instantly penetrated into the four limbs and bones, and condensed his lost physical strength.
Moqiao finished this bowl of soup in one breath. He put the empty bowl back on the plate in a daze. He didn't have time to think about how to express his thanks.
A blue and white dish full of snacks fell in front of him again.
The hand that holds dish loosens, slightly lift palm in front of him, signal him to continue to eat.
So Mo Qiao Sheng in a trance state, eating one after another never touched the food.
As the banquet drew to a close, many people drank too much. However, the nobles with high status began to act on the attendants on the spot.
The scene gradually became filthy.
Yuan Yizhi hugged a Feng's waist and walked out with a smile.
Weibei Hou is not happy. A Yun kneels on the ground, his face is pale, and his whole body is shivering.
"You come with me." Cheng Chiba stands up.
Moqiao pause for a moment, slowly stand up, silent with her.
In Cheng Chiba's tent, LV Yao and Xiao Xiu untie Mo Qiaosheng's skin armor and search him carefully.
But he didn't take off his cloth clothes, which is one of the pleasures left for the Lord to enjoy.
They cut back Mo Qiao Sheng's hands and tied them tightly behind him. He was pushed out of the account just now.
Mo Qiaosheng knows that this is to prevent the assassination and the resistance when he is ignorant of the current affairs. It is a conventional means to protect the safety of the noble. He endured in silence, without resistance.
When Cheng Chiba entered the tent with an iron plate, he saw the slave sitting by the bed with his head down.
His hands were cut behind him, his face was numb and expressionless.
But Cheng Chiba knows that the storm is stirring in his heart at the moment. The originally peaceful blue is just like the sea in a storm. It rolls up the rough waves, and there are layers of lifeless gray and black on the sea. It shows that the master of this soul is in a sad and painful mood of life recognition.
Cheng Chiba almost couldn't bear to see it. She shut down the system and comforted him: "don't be afraid, I don't do anything to you."
Cheng Chiba knows that this is not convincing, because he does not want to untie the rope that binds him.
Although I like the beautiful color on him, so I have pity on him.
But in front of such a strange man with excellent martial arts, his own safety is better than everything else.
She put the iron plate in her hand on the head of the bed and ordered Mo Qiao Sheng to lie on the bed.
Looking at the scissors, tweezers and some messy bottles on the plate, Mo Qiao Sheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
During his years in chuhuai Museum, he knew that some noble people looked elegant and handsome, but he had an unknown hobby.
Green sleeve, is to receive such a guest, then never get up from the bed.
Now that this is the case, the more resistance, the greater the harm.
He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, lay down and slowly put his long legs on the soft bed.
The cold scissors reached into his collar and cut open his clothes. He could not help shuddering and rolling his Adam's apple.
Maybe my life is over, he thought sadly.
Cheng Chiba cuts open the clothes in front of Mo Qiaosheng's chest and carefully uncovers the cloth soaked with blood.
Sure enough, I saw a ferocious and terrifying blood hole on the solid shoulder, still oozing blood.
The blood stained the whole shoulder red.
On the banquet, when Mo Qiao Sheng bent over his side and kowtowed, Cheng Chiba clearly saw a bright red under his neck.
But he is the slave of others, and he is not good at excessive care.
Originally, Cheng Chiba wanted to give him some food, so he let it go.
However, as the banquet was drawing to a close, we could see the beautiful blue in front of us. Just because of a little food, it was full of yellow green representing gratitude.
After all, Cheng felt that he couldn't find an excuse.
At least bandage him, she said to herself.Mo Qiao Sheng closed his eyes tightly, but the pain in his imagination didn't appear for a long time. Instead, a warm towel covered his shoulder.
He opened his eyes in surprise and saw the Marquis of Jin and Yue wring a white towel in warm water, cleaning up the blood stains for him.
Maybe this great man is very clean and doesn't like me to be covered with blood like this. You have to clean up yourself before you start. He explained it to himself.
He looked at the Marquis, picked up a gauze soaked in liquor with tweezers, and said to him gently, "it will hurt. You can bear it."
The high concentration of alcohol gives the wound a tingle.
What kind of pain is this? Moqiao thought in his heart. As a soldier who is often injured, he knows that if he has the chance to wash the wound with strong liquor after a serious injury, the probability of survival will be much greater.
But few slaves are entitled to such luxurious treatment.
Looking at a glass full of wine in front of him, Mo Qiao Sheng's face turned white. He fought all day and night, hardly dripping water, and only had time to bite two mouthfuls of wheat cake. At this time, the hunger in the abdomen, and too much blood loss, it is not suitable for drinking. What he was afraid of was that he would make a fool of himself when he was drunk and lose the face of his master, which would lead to disaster. But there is no room for him to refuse. He came forward respectfully, took Li Wenguang's drink, and knelt down to drink. Then he took the wine from his master Hua Yuzhi and drank it up. Then Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, and Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan Cheng Chiba sat in his seat and looked at the young slave who was drinking. His beautiful blue color gradually became heavy, and a strong red and purple color kept rising. During the lingering period, he looked depressed and painful. He took the cup of his left arm slightly unnatural, with a slight tremor, left shoulder leather under the black clothing, permeated with a trace of water. No, it should be blood. Cheng Chiba thought of the spear that pierced his shoulder on the wall. Moqiao drink down from the king of Yunnan Yuan Yizhi wine. Sure enough, he felt dizzy and rolled in his stomach. Another young Marquis beckoned to him. Moqiao knows he can't drink any more. But he didn't dare to slack off. He came to the table with soft feet, prostrate and took the golden cup from the young Marquis of Jin Yue. In the mouth of the wine, Mo Qiao Sheng suddenly froze, the glass is not filled with wine, but a cup of mellow milk. He looked up in surprise and saw the young prince like Marquis of Jin Yue wink at him quietly. Moqiao lowered his head and drank the warm milk slowly. He felt the dull pain in his stomach, which was gently soothed by the heat flow, and gradually calmed down. He kowtowed a head more, with gratitude in his heart, quietly returned to his position. After receiving the wine from Yuan Yizhi, the king of Yunnan, a Feng was left at the table. Contrary to her usual cold appearance, ah Feng showed a bright smile and knelt down meekly beside yuan Yizhi. Yuan Yizhi narrowed his eyes as loose as a fish bubble, stretched out his pale and bloated hand, and pinched a Feng's chin: "I don't know. Sometimes the most charming beauty can't compare with the wild horse galloping on the battlefield. I think conquering such a wild horse is our greatest pleasure." Feng did not resist, and lowered her head with a smile. The crowd laughed. Li Wenguang was slightly unhappy, but he was not the same thing and did not say much. Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, boasted: "Mr. Yuan has a high opinion, but I can't reach him." Wei Bei Shouhua Yu beckons to show a Yun to his side. A Yun a face flustered, at a loss ground kneels to host body side. Hua Yuzhi is not happy in his heart, so he pinches him on his leg, which makes ah Yun's face white. Mo Qiao Sheng kneels on his own position and lowers his head as far as possible. He holds his hands tightly and knows that there is an obscene look looking at him. Han Quanlin, the governor of Hanzhong, was sitting in the banquet, twirling his beard and looking at him kneeling in the shadow of the door with great interest as if he were evaluating a cargo. Don't call me. Don't call my name. He couldn't help thinking of his childhood when he was waiting for his brother to come out of the tent. In the dark and dilapidated tent like a monster, his brother's cry of pain seemed endless. I've been working hard all these years just to avoid falling into such a situation. Can't I escape! You can't avoid it! He thought bitterly. At this time, he heard a voice calling his name: "Mo Qiao Sheng, come here." He raised his face at a loss, saw a young and gentle face, and nodded to him with a smile. It's Jin Yue Gong who just handed him a cup of milk. Crawling to his forehead, he leaned on his hand. I feel a sigh of relief in my heart. Can you just accept the shame of some gentle people? Mo Qiao Sheng spurned himself in his heart. He heard a soft voice on the ground in front of his forehead. Mo Qiao Sheng raised his head. He saw a tray of black paint on the carpet in front of him. The Duke of Jin and Yue didn't look at him. He just looked at the song and dance performance in front of him with a smile. He was chatting with Han Quanlin. It seemed that he didn't care about the slave around him. But that bright and clean beautiful hand, but casually picked up a blue glaze porcelain bowl on the table, seemingly inadvertently placed on the tray in front of him. The delicate porcelain bowl is filled with steaming ginseng chicken soup, which gives off an attractive smell.What do you mean, my dear? Mo Qiao Sheng did not dare to think or move. But his body speaks more honestly than his brain, and his stomach grunts. "Weibei Hou's singing and dancing girl is well trained." "Yes, yes." The Duke of Jin and Yue leaned over to talk to the man at the table, but his left hand stretched out from his wide sleeve and nodded slightly on the tray in front of Mo Qiaosheng. Mo Qiaosheng kneels up straight and holds the bowl. He drinks it carefully. He felt that he had never drunk anything so delicious. The chicken soup with a strong meat flavor, gently brush his throat, he can hardly help but want to sigh. In particular, there was a smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the soup that he had never experienced before, the strong drug power instantly penetrated into the four limbs and bones, and condensed his lost physical strength. Moqiao finished this bowl of soup in one breath. He put the empty bowl back on the plate in a daze. He didn't have time to think about how to express his thanks. A blue and white dish full of snacks fell in front of him again. The hand that holds dish loosens, slightly lift palm in front of him, signal him to continue to eat. So Mo Qiao Sheng in a trance state, eating one after another never touched the food. As the banquet drew to a close, many people drank too much. However, the nobles with high status began to act on the attendants on the spot. The scene gradually became filthy. Yuan Yizhi hugged a Feng's waist and walked out with a smile. Weibei Hou is not happy. A Yun kneels on the ground, his face is pale, and his whole body is shivering. "You come with me." Cheng Chiba stands up. Moqiao pause for a moment, slowly stand up, silent with her. In Cheng Chiba's tent, LV Yao and Xiao Xiu untie Mo Qiaosheng's skin armor and search him carefully. But he didn't take off his cloth clothes, which is one of the pleasures left for the Lord to enjoy. They cut back Mo Qiao Sheng's hands and tied them tightly behind him. He was pushed out of the account just now. Mo Qiaosheng knows that this is to prevent the assassination and the resistance when he is ignorant of the current affairs. It is a conventional means to protect the safety of the noble. He endured in silence, without resistance. When Cheng Chiba entered the tent with an iron plate, he saw the slave sitting by the bed with his head down. His hands were cut behind him, his face was numb and expressionless. But Cheng Chiba knows that the storm is stirring in his heart at the moment. The originally peaceful blue is just like the sea in a storm. It rolls up the rough waves, and there are layers of lifeless gray and black on the sea. It shows that the master of this soul is in a sad and painful mood of life recognition. Cheng Chiba almost couldn't bear to see it. She shut down the system and comforted him: "don't be afraid, I don't do anything to you." Cheng Chiba knows that this is not convincing, because he does not want to untie the rope that binds him. Although I like the beautiful color on him, so I have pity on him. But in front of such a strange man with excellent martial arts, his own safety is better than everything else. She put the iron plate in her hand on the head of the bed and ordered Mo Qiao Sheng to lie on the bed. Looking at the scissors, tweezers and some messy bottles on the plate, Mo Qiao Sheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. During his years in chuhuai Museum, he knew that some noble people looked elegant and handsome, but he had an unknown hobby. Green sleeve, is to receive such a guest, then never get up from the bed. Now that this is the case, the more resistance, the greater the harm. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, lay down and slowly put his long legs on the soft bed. The cold scissors reached into his collar and cut open his clothes. He could not help shuddering and rolling his Adam's apple. Maybe my life is over, he thought sadly. Cheng Chiba cuts open the clothes in front of Mo Qiaosheng's chest and carefully uncovers the cloth soaked with blood. Sure enough, I saw a ferocious and terrifying blood hole on the solid shoulder, still oozing blood. The blood stained the whole shoulder red. On the banquet, when Mo Qiao Sheng bent over his side and kowtowed, Cheng Chiba clearly saw a bright red under his neck. But he is the slave of others, and he is not good at excessive care. Originally, Cheng Chiba wanted to give him some food, so he let it go. However, as the banquet was drawing to a close, we could see the beautiful blue in front of us. Just because of a little food, it was full of yellow green representing gratitude. After all, Cheng felt that he couldn't find an excuse. At least bandage him, she said to herself.Mo Qiao Sheng closed his eyes tightly, but the pain in his imagination didn't appear for a long time. Instead, a warm towel covered his shoulder. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw the Marquis of Jin and Yue wring a white towel in warm water, cleaning up the blood stains for him. Maybe this great man is very clean and doesn't like me to be covered with blood like this. You have to clean up yourself before you start. He explained it to himself. He looked at the Marquis, picked up a gauze soaked in liquor with tweezers, and said to him gently, "it will hurt. You can bear it." The high concentration of alcohol gives the wound a tingle. What kind of pain is this? Moqiao thought in his heart. As a soldier who is often injured, he knows that if he has the chance to wash the wound with strong liquor after a serious injury, the probability of survival will be much greater. But few slaves are entitled to such luxurious treatment.
