The meeting room was still bustling with people.
It started raining outside without anyone noticing.
"It's raining." Cheng Qianye looked out the window.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure in the darkness.
The man was emitting a faint blue light all over his body, and he was motionless, as if he had been standing in the rain for a long time.
Cheng Qianye turned sideways and whispered to Yu Dunsu, "Qiaosheng is outside, go call him in."
Mo Qiaosheng followed Yu Dunsu in. His new black clothes were soaked by the rain. His wet black hair stuck to his cheeks, and the rain dripped down his hair.
He quietly walked behind Cheng Qianye, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing.
Cheng Qianye turned his head to glance at his expressionless face, knowing that something serious must have happened.
Xiao Mo felt so desperate.
Considering that Li Wenguang, a group of advisers and generals were all there, Cheng Qianye did not speak.
She quietly reached her hand out from behind the chair, touched Mo Qiaosheng's hand, and gently squeezed it. The hand was wet, cold, and trembling slightly.
Who bullied him like this
Cheng Qianye felt a surge of anger in his heart.
At this moment, Han Quanlin and his men came in swaggeringly from outside the house holding umbrellas.
"Haha, you two have worked hard." Han Quanlin laughed. "There are so many things to do, and I can't rush at once. Let's take a rest first."
"That's right." Cheng Qianye stood up and clasped his fists towards Li Wenguang, saying, "I am also tired today, so I will take my leave for now. We can discuss the rest tomorrow."
Han Quanlin said, "Please wait a moment, my dear brother. I have a private matter to discuss with you."
Cheng Qianye turned around and saw Mo Qiaosheng still staring at the ground without any reaction.
But Cheng Qianye knew that there was a strong sense of fear and despair in his heart.
It turns out that it is you, Han Quanlin, the old villain who did this again.
Cheng Qianye couldn't help but curse in his heart.
One day I will settle this account with you.
She sat back down and said, "Mr. Han, if you have anything to say, please speak up."
"Haha, I have an unwelcome request. I would like to ask you to give me this slave..."
"Not for sale." Cheng Qianye interrupted him.
"Brother, you haven't listened to my terms yet."
"I won't sell it under any conditions." Cheng Qianye turned his hand behind his back and touched Mo Qiaosheng's hand, which was shaking violently and uncontrollably.
Cheng Qianye clenched his fist tightly.
She turned and looked at Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng still kept his face lowered and motionless, but his eyes hidden by his hair were red, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
"I think you'd better listen to me, Marquis Jinyue, before you reject me." Han Quanlin looked unhappy.
"What if I give you Qi County, just to exchange for this slave?"
There was a low gasp from the whole audience, and even Li Wenguang raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Zhang Fu couldn't help but move his body and called out softly, "My Lord."
Mo Qiaosheng tried to break free.
Cheng Qianye held him tightly, preventing him from breaking free.
"I'm sorry if I don't sell him. You can't buy him from me at all."
The whole audience was in an uproar.
One of them gave up a city for a slave, and the other one disagreed.
Han Quanlin frowned and said, "I only want his body. If you are worried that I will have another fierce general by my side, then cut the tendons of his hands and feet and give it to me."
Cheng Qianye was too lazy to even maintain the superficial pretense. She stood up, bowed to everyone in the hall, and walked out taking Mo Qiaosheng's hand.
Zhang Fu and Yu Dunsu followed, and when they reached a deserted place, Zhang Fu stopped Cheng Qianye.
He glanced at Mo Qiaosheng and whispered to Cheng Qianye: "My Lord, Qi County is really..."
Cheng Qianye looked at Zhang Fu. She understood what Zhang Fu was thinking, so she patiently explained: "Brother Zhang, I'm not preaching to you. Take a good look at him. Take a good look at this person."
She pointed at Mo Qiaosheng and said, "Didn't you see how Qiaosheng performed on the battlefield?"
"Let alone one Qi County, even if it's ten, he will get them for me one day."
Zhang Fu thought for a moment, bowed his head and saluted: "My lord, what you said is very true. I was indeed short-sighted in this matter."
Cheng Qianye patted his shoulder and walked forward. "You have a preconceived notion that I am blinded by beauty. Don't think so next time."
Zhang Fu blushed slightly and nodded his head.
Cheng Qianye waved everyone away and strode forward, with Mo Qiaosheng following silently behind her.
Until he stepped into the wing room and entered the inner room.
Cheng Qianye turned around and pointed a finger at Mo Qiaosheng, saying, "You! What can I say about you?"
This man is tall and handsome, with three-dimensional facial features, a straight posture, and a set of unique skills that make him almost unbeatable on the battlefield. Why is he so easily bullied
"Am I not honest enough with you? Am I not good enough? Is it so that you can't trust me?"
"What did he do to you?" Cheng Qianye grabbed his collar and pressed him into the chair.
I like you so much, but I don't dare to do anything to you because I'm afraid you'll be unhappy. How can you let others touch you casually
"Tell me," Cheng Qianye raised his eyebrows, "what did he do to you?"
Mo Qiaosheng was stunned and opened his mouth slightly.
Cheng Qianye looked at the thin lips in front of him. He felt a surge of anger in his head. I haven't kissed them yet. I want to kill Han Quanlin, that old pervert.
"No," Mo Qiaosheng said, "I didn't let him touch me, not at all."
He said softly: "I have never let anyone touch me. If the master..."
Hearing this, Cheng Qianye suddenly felt relieved. His anger disappeared in an instant.
She felt a little ashamed of her inexplicable temper just now.
What am I angry about? Why am I so emotional? Am I crazy
Qiao Sheng was the one who was scared.
She smiled awkwardly and reached out to touch Mo Qiaosheng's head.
"I lost my temper. I'm sorry, Qiao Sheng."
Cheng Qianye took out the ointment from the drawer, gently applied it on Mo Qiaosheng's wrist, and rubbed it slowly.
"Don't talk about yourself like that. From today on, don't look down on yourself like that anymore. Don't force yourself to do something you hate, no matter who it is for."
She pulled Mo Qiaosheng up and said, "Look at yourself. You are standing next to me now. You and I are the same person."
"Do you want to be able to stand beside me one day?"
Mo Qiaosheng looked down at the man in front of him, and a fire ignited in his chest, a fire bigger than he had ever experienced before. The fire burned away the thorns that bound his body and mind with the force of a prairie fire, allowing the flower of freedom to bloom in his heart.
"Qiaosheng, I like you very much and I need you."
"So, can you please hold your head up and catch up with me?"
He heard the voice continue.
"One day, you will stand upright beside me in front of the world."
"I am waiting for you."
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Xiaoqiu stepped in from the hanging flower gate and saw a black figure walking out of the lord's bedroom. The figure took a few slow steps, then slowly squatted down holding onto a pillar.
It's Brother Qiaosheng. What's wrong with him? Is he feeling unwell
Xiaoqiu quietly walked forward a few steps and peeked inside.
She saw a drop of water light, which reflected in the air and fell on the ground in front of Mo Qiaosheng, drop by drop, making a small area of the ground wet.
Oh, the lord is so mean. He made Brother Qiaosheng cry again.
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I am almost down today, okay, I'm done talking nonsense, I will die far away.