Looking at the full glass of wine in front of him, Mo Qiaosheng's face turned pale. He had fought hard for a whole day and night and had hardly drunk a drop of water. He only had time to barely take two bites of wheat cakes.
At this time, you are hungry and have lost too much blood, so it is really not suitable for you to drink.
What he was afraid of was that he would make a fool of himself when drunk, lose face for his master, and bring disaster upon himself.
But he had no room for refusal.
He stepped forward respectfully, took the wine from Li Wenguang, and drank it in one gulp while kneeling.
He then took the wine given by the host Hua Yuzhi, bowed to thank him and drank it all.
Then there was Hanzhong Governor Han Quanlin, Yunnan King Yuan Yizhi…
Cheng Qianye sat in his seat, looking at the young slave who was drinking. The beautiful azure color around him gradually became heavy, and a thick red-purple color kept rising and lingering around him, making him look depressed and painful.
His left arm as he took the wine glass was a little unnatural, trembling slightly, and there was a stain of water on the black clothing under the leather armor on his left shoulder.
No, that should be blood.
Cheng Qianye thought of the spear that had pierced his shoulder from the city wall.
Moqiao drank the wine given by Yuan Yizhi, King of Yunnan.
As expected, I felt dizzy and my stomach started churning.
Then he saw a young marquis waving to him.
Mo Qiaosheng knew he couldn't drink any more.
But he did not dare to slack off. He dragged his weak feet to the table, prostrated himself, and took the golden cup handed to him by the young Marquis of Jin Yue.
As the wine took a sip, Mo Qiaosheng was suddenly stunned. The glass contained not wine but a cup of fragrant milky white milk.
He raised his head in surprise and saw the young man-looking Marquis of Jin Yue secretly winking at him.
Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head and drank the cup of warm milk slowly and silently. He felt his slightly aching stomach being gently soothed by the warm current and slowly calmed down a little.
He kowtowed once more, and with gratitude in his heart, he silently returned to his seat.
After receiving the wine from King Yuan Yizhi of Yunnan, Ah Feng was left at the table.
Ah Feng, contrary to her usual cold appearance, showed a bright smile and knelt down obediently beside Yuan Yizhi to serve him.
Yuan Yizhi narrowed his eyes, which were as loose as fish bubbles, and stretched out his pale and bloated hand to pinch Ah Feng's chin: "You gentlemen don't know that sometimes no matter how delicate and charming a beauty is, she can't compare to a wild horse running on the battlefield. I think conquering such a wild horse is the greatest enjoyment for heroes like us."
Ah Feng did not resist at all and lowered her head with a smile on her face.
Everyone laughed.
Li Wenguang was a little unhappy, but he didn't take it seriously and didn't say much.
Hanzhong prefect Han Quanlin praised him, "Mr. Yuan has a brilliant vision, which none of us can match."
Weibei Hou Huayu waved his hand, motioning Ayun to come to his side.
Ayun looked flustered and knelt down beside his master, at a loss as to what to do.
Hua Yuzhi was displeased and pinched his leg hard, which scared Ayun so much that his face turned pale.
Mo Qiaosheng knelt in his seat and lowered his head as much as possible. He clenched his hands tightly, knowing that a pair of obscene eyes were looking at him.
Hanzhong prefect Han Quanlin sat at the banquet, twirling his beard, and looked at him kneeling in the shadow by the door with interest, as if he was evaluating a piece of merchandise.
Don't call me. Don't call my name.
He couldn't help but think of his childhood when he was curled up outside the tent waiting for his brother to come out. From that dark and dilapidated tent that looked like a monster, he could hear his brother's painful cries, as if they would never end.
I have tried my best over the years to avoid falling into this situation, but I can't avoid it! I can't avoid it!
He thought painfully.
At this time, he heard a voice calling his name: "Mo Qiaosheng, come here."
He raised his head at a loss and saw a young and gentle face, which smiled and nodded to him.
It was Duke Yue of Jin who had just handed him a glass of milk.
Mo Qiaosheng came to Cheng Qianye, he crawled on the ground, pressed his forehead tightly against the back of his hand, and felt himself involuntarily relax.
Could it be that just because this noble man is gentle, you can happily accept such humiliation? Mo Qiaosheng despised himself in his heart.
He heard a soft sound coming from the ground in front of his forehead.
Mo Qiaosheng raised his head and saw a black lacquered tray on the carpet in front of him.
The Marquis of Jin Yue did not look at him. He just watched the singing and dancing performance in front of him with a smile, and casually chatted with Han Quanlin who was sitting next to him.
He seemed to care nothing for the slave beside him.
But that smooth and beautiful hand casually picked up a green-glazed porcelain bowl on the table and placed it on the tray in front of him as if inadvertently.
The exquisite porcelain bowl was filled with steaming ginseng chicken soup, emitting an enticing aroma.
What does this mean, sir
Mo Qiaosheng didn't dare to think or move rashly.
But his body spoke its desires more honestly than his brain, and his stomach growled.
"The singing and dancing girl of Weibeihou is well trained."
"That's right, that's right."
The Marquis of Jinyue leaned sideways to talk to the person at the next table, but his left hand stretched out from his wide sleeves and lightly tapped the tray in front of Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng knelt up in doubt, picked up the bowl, and drank carefully.
He thought he had never tasted anything so delicious.
The chicken soup with a strong meaty aroma gently brushed his throat, and he almost couldn't help but sigh.
In particular, the soup had a flavor of Chinese medicine that he had never experienced before.
The powerful medicinal power instantly penetrated into his limbs and bones, allowing him to gather his lost physical strength.
Mo Qiaosheng finished the bowl of soup in one breath. He put the empty bowl back on the plate in a daze, feeling a little helpless. He didn't have time to think about how to express his gratitude.
A blue and white plate filled with snacks fell in front of him again.
The hand holding the plate loosened its grip and raised its palm slightly in front of his eyes, indicating that he should continue eating.
So Mo Qiaosheng ate one delicious dish after another that he had never tasted before in a trance.
As the banquet was drawing to a close, many people were drunk, and those nobles of high status began to make indecent gestures towards the servants around them.
The scene gradually became filthy.
Yuan Yizhi put his arm around Ah Feng's waist and walked out laughing.
Weibei Hou was somewhat unsatisfied. Ayun, who was beside him, was kneeling on the ground with a pale face and trembling all over.
"Come with me." Cheng Qianye stood up.
Mo Qiaosheng paused, slowly stood up, and followed her silently.
When they arrived at Cheng Qianye's tent, the attendants Lu Yao and Xiao Xiu untied Mo Qiaosheng's leather armor and searched his entire body carefully.
But he did not take off his cloth, which was one of the pleasures left for his lord to enjoy.
They tied Mo Qiaosheng's hands behind his back and tied them tightly with cow tendons. They pushed him onto the bed and then both left the tent.
Mo Qiaosheng knew that this was a common method to protect the safety of nobles in order to prevent assassination and prevent him from resisting when he was not aware of the current situation. He endured it silently without resistance.
When Cheng Qianye entered the tent carrying an iron plate, he saw the slave sitting beside the bed with his head down.
His hands were handcuffed behind his back and his face was expressionless.
But Cheng Qianye knew that there was a storm stirring in his heart at this moment. The originally tranquil blue color was like a sea in a storm, with huge waves and layers of lifeless gray and black color surging on the sea surface, showing that the owner of this soul was in a painful emotion of sadness and resignation.
Cheng Qianye could hardly bear to watch any more. She shut down the system and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. I won't do anything to you."
Cheng Qianye knew that this was not convincing because he did not want to untie the ropes that bound him.
Although I like the beautiful colors he has, I feel pity for him.
But in front of such a strange man with great martial arts skills, one's own safety is more important than anything else.
She placed the iron plate in her hand on the bedside and ordered Mo Qiaosheng to lie on the bed.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at the scissors, tweezers and some messy bottles and jars placed on the plate, and his heart sank to the bottom.
During the years in Chu Huai Pavilion, he knew very well that some nobles looked gentle and handsome, but had unknown habits.
Green Sleeves, after receiving such a guest, never got up from her bed again.
Things have come to this point. The more you resist, the greater the harm.
He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, lay down, and slowly moved his long legs onto the soft bed.
The cold scissors reached into his collar and cut open his clothes. He couldn't help trembling and his Adam's apple rolled.
Maybe my life is over now, he thought sadly.
Cheng Qianye cut open the clothes on Mo Qiaosheng's chest and carefully uncovered the cloth soaked with blood.
Sure enough, I saw a hideous and terrifying bloody hole on the strong shoulder, with blood still oozing out.
The blood dyed the entire shoulder red.
At the banquet, when Mo Qiaosheng leaned over and kowtowed beside him, Cheng Qianye clearly saw a bright red patch under his neck.
But he is someone else's slave, and it is not good for him to pay too much attention to himself and attract attention.
Originally, Cheng Qianye wanted to give him some food, but just left him alone.
But as the banquet was coming to an end, looking at the charming blue color right before our eyes, just because of a little bit of food, the sea was filled with a tender yellow-green color representing gratitude.
Cheng Qianye still felt sorry for him and found an excuse to bring him back to the tent.
At least bandage him, she told herself.
Mo Qiaosheng closed his eyes tightly, but the pain he imagined did not appear for a long time. Instead, a warm towel covered his shoulders.
He opened his eyes in surprise and saw the Marquis of Jin Yue, who was wrung out a clean white towel in warm water and was cleaning the blood stains on his body.
Maybe this gentleman is a clean person by nature and doesn't like me being covered in blood. He wants to clean it up himself before he starts. This is how he explained to himself.
He looked at the marquis, picked up a piece of gauze soaked in strong liquor with tweezers, and said to him gently: "It will hurt, just bear with it."
The high concentration of alcohol brings a stinging sensation to the wound.
What kind of pain is this? Mo Qiaosheng thought to himself. As a soldier who was often injured, he knew that if he had the chance to rinse the wound with strong liquor after being seriously injured, the chances of survival would be much greater.
But few slaves were eligible for this luxurious treatment.
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