Dandere General and his Lord

Cheng Qianye didn't sleep for almost the whole night. After dealing with all this, he screened the sect and went to make up for a sleep.

When she woke up, Ah Feng's treatment was not over yet.

Cheng Qianye stepped into Mo Qiaosheng's house and was smoked by the bloody smell of the whole house.

The doctor was taking out a blood-stained foreign body from the unconscious body on the bed.

The bloody scene made Cheng Qianye almost unable to bear to look directly.

When Mo Qiaosheng saw her coming, he knelt in front of her and saluted, and remained silent for a long time without getting up.

Cheng Qianye patted his head and sighed: "It's okay, it's okay, I won't punish him anymore."

He asked the doctor again: "Sir, how is the situation? Are you all right?"

"This Weibeihou doesn't want to stay alive at all. This is killing people." The doctor shook his head again and again. "Whether he can survive depends on whether he can survive tonight."

Ah Feng was in a coma and made some vague sleepy noises.

Cheng Qianye leaned down and listened for a while.

Recognize that he was repeating a few words.

"Don't sell me, don't sell me, Master."

Cheng Qianye sighed, approached his ear and said, "Now that I am your master, I will not sell you."

"Really...really."

"Really, I promise."

Chapter 22

The next morning, Cheng Qianye practiced calligraphy in the study.

She had not been exposed to soft pen calligraphy before crossing, so she often found time to practice writing with a brush, but so far her writing is still unsatisfactory.

Xiaoqiu stretched out a paw to study ink for her, and Baibai's little nose was stained with a little ink, which looked a little playful and cute.

"Look at your master, how did I write?" Cheng Qianye wrote a piece of paper horizontally and vertically, and asked as he wrote.

Xiaoqiu stared at her round almond eyes for a long time, then she stretched out her short fingers and pointed to one place: "This one is well drawn, it is curved like an earthworm."

"Ouch!" she shouted, "sister, why don't you pinch me."

Her sister Biyun blushed, squatted down and saluted, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea to Cheng Qianye.

Cheng Qianye said with a smile while tasting the tea, "Biyun, don't keep Xiaoqiu so long, I like her like this."

Xiaoqiu is only about ten years old, and she is white and tender. She is a simple and lively child.

Ever since Cheng Qianye got the golden finger that can read people's hearts, seeing the people around him conceal and deceive more or less every day, his heart is inevitably depressed.

Such a consistent soul is what she likes to be close to the most.

Mo Qiaosheng stepped into the house.

Clear and charming, a sapphire that treats her with the heart of an Akagi.

"How is your friend?" Cheng Qianye asked.

"The doctor said he had survived the most dangerous time."

"Master." Mo Qiaosheng knelt down beside Cheng Qianye's knees, "Aren't you going to punish me?"

"Punish you?" Cheng Qianye raised his brows and stopped to look at him, "Why punish you?"

"I……"

"What are you feeling guilty about?" Cheng Qianye couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, "Do you think you are not qualified to ask me, even if it is a friend you value very much?"

Mo Qiaosheng raised his head and looked at Cheng Qianye, the master seemed to be able to read people's hearts, and could always tell what he was thinking in one sentence.

"Well, you said so, then I will punish you, and I will punish you severely."

Mo Qiaosheng knelt up straight, showing a determined look on his face.

Cheng Qianye pulled him up and pressed him in his place, "You and I will be punished to copy the book together. We will write half of this copybook alone."

A pen was stuffed into Mo Qiaosheng's hand, and Cheng Qianye's soft hand grasped the back of his hand.

"Can you, I teach you to write."

The lord's fair and handsome face crossed his shoulders and was close at hand, exhaling like a blue orchid.

"Haha, I may not write as well as you."

Mo Qiaosheng suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion surged up in his heart, like a soft feather, brushed back and forth on the most fragile part of his heart, it was sore and numb, making the skin of his body tremble slightly for a moment.

He slapped himself hard in the heart.

In front of the master, what are you thinking about?

"Qiaosheng, do you think I'm a good lord?" Cheng Qianye held Mo Qiaosheng's hand and spoke softly while writing.

"Master, in my heart, is the best master in the world."

Cheng Qianye knew that he was telling the truth.

She looked at the hands held by the two of them, and the ink marks that came out of the hands, and said slowly,

"When I was young, the school took interest classes, oh, to learn skills. I wanted to learn Chinese painting, but my mother told me that playing the guzheng is very charming, and she really wanted to hear me play the guzheng."

"So the master gave up his interest and accommodated his wife?"

"Yes, when my mother saw that I chose the guzheng, she was very happy and praised me again and again."

"I got praise from my mother, but I lost my hobby."

"I have such a personality. I often give up my persistence in order to gain the approval of others, and in order not to say a good word to me."

Cheng Qianye let go of his hand and stopped writing: "I used to care about the thoughts of Zhang Fu, Xiao Jin, and those old officials. I kept changing my ideas, catering to them, hoping to get what they wanted.

someone's approval. "

"But now I find that I was wrong. It's not enough to be a qualified lord and a good person."

She looked at Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiaosheng, although you are a slave, you can also have your own ideas. Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become?"

"Do you want to serve by my side, or do you want to go to the battlefield to make a fortune?"

Mo Qiaosheng's eyes gradually surging, "I want to be the knife in the hands of the master. If the master wants to expand the territory, I will attack the city for you. If the master has the heart to help the world, I am willing to fight the battlefield for you. "

Cheng Qianye looked at the shining blue sapphire in front of him, and stretched out a hand to hold his palm: "Okay, then you follow me."

The training ground was crowded with people, all non-commissioned officers and generals above the centurion, all civilian officials, and the servants and guards serving the lord, all lined up.

Everyone looked up at the young master who was sitting on the stage.

The news that the lord was almost killed at the banquet the day before yesterday had spread throughout the army and beyond.

Now that so many people have gathered, they must be reprimanded and cleaned up.

Some people have ghosts and are uneasy, and some people gloat in misfortune and wait for a good show. The crowd gradually heard the sound of head-to-head.

Cheng Qianye calmly looked at the crowd while writing and drawing on the tablet in his hand.

No one saw that the tablet in her hand was marked with horizontal and vertical grids, which corresponded to the number of square formations lined up on the school field at the moment.

Cheng Qianye put down his pen and recruited Mo Qiaosheng to his side, "Look at Qiaosheng, the horizontal represents the row, the vertical represents the column, and each grid corresponds to a person. You take a few people there, and the people I hooked on are all Push up."

He whispered softly in his ear, "The contents of the book cannot be seen by others. After arresting the person, put it in the stove and burn it."

Mo Qiaosheng led the way.

Not long after, Cheng Qianye knelt down in front of twenty people.

These people looked at each other with a blank look on their faces.

Some of them are generals in the army, and some are people who are serving by Cheng Qianye's side.

The only thing they have in common is that no matter what kind of image they appear, in Cheng Qianye's eyes at this moment, when these people look at him, all of them are full of malice.

Cheng Qianye sat on the high platform, looked at the people in front of him for a moment, and said loudly: "Who sent you all? What is the purpose of lurking around me? What wrong have you done? What other accomplices are there?"

"The honest generation, let you have a way of life, and drive out of the camp. Those who are stubbornly resisted, beheaded!"

More than 20 people, one after another, shouted that they were wronged.

Everyone in the audience also hummed and discussed.

Cheng Qianye ignored them and pointed to the first man in the front row who was covered in black mist.

Two soldiers stepped forward and pushed him out of the crowd.

That person was honest and honest, and he was a steward in charge of purchasing. He kowtowed again and again, shouting injustice in his mouth.

"Last chance, say it. If you don't say it, you will only die." Cheng Qianye said coldly.

The man burst into tears and shouted: "My lord, the villain is an old man by your mother's side. He has served you and your wife for more than 20 years and has always been loyal. This time, the lady specially asked the villain to accompany the army to serve you in your daily life. You can't listen to some people's malicious slander, and you'll just blame the villain!"

Cheng Qianye lowered his eyelashes and waved his hand.

Two Confucian and powerful armored soldiers took the man off the high platform, and the executioner waited under the platform. Regardless of how the man cried and struggled, he raised his knife and fell, and a good man's head rolled to the ground in an instant.