Dandere General and his Lord

An inexplicable emotion slipped through Mo Qiaosheng's heart, like being scratched by a cat's paw.

Lord, will you let me go?

He secretly looked forward to it.

Immediately, he warned himself not to do this kind of extravagant hope.

I was lucky enough to meet a kind-hearted gentleman who didn't torture me, and healed my wounds, and then... did that to me again.

Cheng Qianye cut off Mo Qiaosheng's remaining clothes, and when the slender body was displayed in front of her, her heart really ached.

The young body was covered with old and new scars of various sizes, and there was a stab wound on the abdomen that was more serious than the shoulder, which was tightly restrained with only a dirty cloth.

The limbs that should have just broken away from the youthful feeling have already been slightly deformed due to excessive training.

What a cruel time, a poor man.

Cheng Qianye sighed and tried to make his movements softer.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the hole under the lamp, the noble prince, sutured the wound himself, and sighed softly.

His expression was focused and serious, and there was a subtle glow on his face from the light.

The sharp needle penetrated the skin, which was obviously a very strange scene.

Mo Qiaosheng felt that the tense nerves in his heart slowly relaxed.

This relaxation, the extremely tired body flooded with a deep sleep, and the eyelids that had not rested day and night became heavy.

I can't help but want to get together.

He was alerted, and forced himself to struggle to open his eyes.

No, no, I can't sleep.

Asleep, put the body into the hands of strangers. He couldn't imagine what it would be like when he woke up.

Also, have you forgotten who you are and what are you going to be used for?

This Marquis has bandaged your wound so gently, but when you want to use you for a while, you fall asleep, won't it irritate him?

Mo Qiaosheng heard a gentle voice.

"Go to sleep, sleep for a while if you want, if you're tired, get a good night's sleep."

He said I could sleep,

he agreed,

just sleep for a while,

a while.

He couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.

...

Cheng Qianye finally dealt with all kinds of wounds.

She wiped her sweat and thought to herself, let's call the military doctor to take a look.

Because of her unskilled and nervousness, the abdominal wound was sewed crookedly.

It's a pity that there seems to be no suture at this time. I'm so unskilled, it must have caused him a lot of pain.

Cheng Qianye raised his head, but he didn't want to see that the young slave had already fallen into a deep sleep.

He slept soundly with his bloodless lips slightly parted.

I can fall asleep without the pain of direct suturing without anesthesia, which shows that I am exhausted.

Forget it, don't wake him up, let him have a good sleep here.

Others might mistake me for, ahem, a slave.

But anyway, the reputation of this "brother" has always been like this, and I still seem a little more sincere.

Cheng Qianye pulled the quilt and gently covered the red body. I made do with the night on the recliner.

When Mo Qiaosheng woke up from his deep sleep, the sky was already bright.

As soon as he rolled over, he rolled off the bed and looked at the gorgeous big bed behind him, in shock.

Doubtfully, he touched the bed that he had just crawled out of, it was soft and dry, with his warm body temperature.

I, I slept all night?

He looked down at his body, and the tendons that bound him had been untied.

All the clothes on his body were gone, his trouser legs were cut off, leaving only a short section to cover his shame.

Large and small wounds on his body were tightly wrapped by clean and breathable gauze, revealing a faint medicinal fragrance.

Mo Qiaosheng checked himself back and forth twice, and was sure that his body had not been used, and there was no sign of being hurt.

He raised the curtain in a panic.

This large tent is divided into two rooms inside and outside by a curtain.

At this moment, the nobleman from last night was sitting outside.

He was leaning against the table, holding a roll in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other, sipping gently.

Against the brilliance of the morning sun, only a vague figure could be clearly seen.

Such a gentle adult, even if he wants to do something excessive to you, don't disobey him.

Mo Qiaosheng touched the snow-white bandages on his shoulders, repeatedly reminding himself in his heart.

That kind of thing is actually nothing, it won't hurt for a long time, and it's much better than being cut twice. Think about it a little bit, don't you all come here like this?

You are very lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person for the first time.

Mo Qiaosheng forced himself to prepare for devotion, walked to Cheng Qianye's side, and knelt at her feet.

He held up the hem of Cheng Qianye's robe and imagined that he would kiss the corner of the guest's clothes like the little waiters in the Chu Huai Pavilion, as a sign of asking the nobles to pity him.

However, he found that his neck was stiff and he couldn't bend it down.

His hand that was pulling at the corner of his shirt trembled slightly, exerting too much force.

, so that the beautiful fabric was wrinkled.

"What are you doing?" A gentle voice sounded above his head.

"I..." He raised his head, his lips trembled, but he still couldn't say the shameful words that the servants in the Chu Huai Pavilion often said.

I do not want to,

sorry,

I really don't want to.

Can you spare me?

Please, let me go.

He screamed desperately in his heart.

A bowl of sweet porridge with red dates and longan was stuffed into his hands.

"Drink it. Go back after drinking it." The voice said as if hearing the inner cry.

Mo Qiaosheng finished his porridge in a daze, not knowing what the porridge tastes like in his mouth.

He walked out of the tent in a daze.

When the dazzling sun shines, he wakes up.

He touched the new clothes given by the Marquis of Jinyue and the bottle of wound medicine in his arms, doubting that he was still dreaming.

Mo Qiaosheng licked his lips and tasted a hint of sweetness?

The sweet smell remained in his entire mouth.

Is this sugar? The legendary sugar.

I'm not dreaming, he said to himself, how can a dream dream of something so sweet.

Mo Qiaosheng returned to the camp and walked back to his small cubicle. He saw that Feng's door was not closed, and a messy body was lying on the floor in the room.

Mo Qiaosheng walked in, picked up the man from the ground, and put him on the bed.

He looked at the horrific body, sighed, took out the medicine bottle in his arms, rubbed it lightly with his fingers, removed the cork, and carefully sprinkled the pale powder in the bottle a little at a time. Among the most serious wounds on Feng's body.

"Where did you get the medicine?" Ah Feng turned around, his beautiful single phoenix eyes were swollen on one side, the corners of his mouth were cracked and bruised.

Mo Qiaosheng was silent for a while, "Given by the Marquis of Jinyue."

Ah Feng looked him up and down, turned his head, and snorted with the back of his head, "It's so lucky. What about that idiot, Ah Yun?"

"Haven't seen him come back yet."

"That idiot. I don't know if I'll see it or not."

Ah Feng stopped talking.

Mo Qiaosheng simply treated the wound for him and walked out the door.

I don't know how Ayun's situation is, Mo Qiaosheng knows that Ayun's character is more upright than his own, and he can't control his emotions.

He was a little worried and quickened his pace, wanting to return to his residence as soon as possible to see if the young brother fighting side by side next door needed his help.

At this time, two slaves came from the other end of the aisle carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was a corpse covered in rags. Under the dirty rags, the blood-stained legs of the corpse were exposed.

Such a situation was commonplace in slave camps, and Mo Qiao passed by numbly.

An arm suddenly dropped from the stretcher, and there was a hideous scar on the back of the pale hand.

Mo Qiao stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank and his fists clenched.

The pale arm was lifeless, swaying from his side and passed by.

A cloud.

It's Ayun.

Just after a night, the smiling A Yun was gone.

Yesterday, the five of them passed by, and Ayun's laughing voice seemed to sound in the empty aisle.

"I don't know what the master will reward? Could it be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

The world is so unfair, a life so hard-working and alive, just because of a little bit of joy and anger from the nobles above, it was so casually buried.

Mo Qiaosheng closed his eyes in pain. He clenched the small porcelain bottle in his hand, as if he wanted to draw a trace of warmth from the cold bottle to fill the huge and sad void in his heart.