Dandere General and his Lord

Chapter 6

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The marquis then used the tweezers to pick up a curved needle as thin as a fishhook, on which was a thin thread for sewing clothes.

He comforted her, "Bear with it, it will hurt a little, but your wound is too big, it's better to sew it up."

He said it hurt a little.

Suture? What does suture mean

Mo Qiaosheng felt some slight pain, which was completely negligible to him.

What frightened him more was that the noble man in front of him sewed up his wound bit by bit with a needle, just like sewing clothes.

Although he was not very skilled, he looked very focused and serious.

While sewing, she said, "This is only temporary. Three days after you go back, you have to cut the thread ends and pull out the thread yourself. Got it?"

The form looks horrible, but the effect is really good. Mo Qiaosheng saw that the diamond-shaped wound on his shoulder, which was originally difficult to heal, finally tightened and stopped bleeding.

Jin Yuehou opened a porcelain bottle, carefully sprinkled a layer of yellow powder on his wound, and then pressed a piece of dry and white gauze on it.

Mo Qiaosheng finally realized that this was to heal his wounds. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hands, but after struggling for a while, he remembered that his hands were tied and he couldn't move.

"Don't move. It's not fixed yet." A gentle voice sounded softly in my ears.

The man leaned over to whisper in her ear, wrapping a breathable gauze around her shoulders. His breath accidentally blew onto her face.

An inexplicable emotion flashed through Mo Qiaosheng's heart, as if he was scratched by a cat's claws, which was sore and painful, but there was no trace.

Will this Marquis let me go

He secretly looked forward to it.

Then I immediately warned myself not to have such extravagant hopes.

I am lucky to have met a kind-hearted nobleman who didn't torture me, but treated my wounds and then... did that to me again.

Cheng Qianye cut open the remaining clothes of Mo Qiaosheng, and when that slender body appeared in front of her, her heart really ached.

The young body was covered with scars of varying sizes, both old and new. There was a knife wound on his abdomen that was more serious than the one on his shoulder, which was tightly bound with a piece of dirty cloth.

His limbs should have just gotten rid of their youthful look, but some of the joints had become slightly deformed due to excessive training.

What a cruel time, what a poor man.

Cheng Qianye sighed and tried to make his movements gentler.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the face under the lamp. The noble prince was stitching his wound himself, sighing softly.

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

A sharp needle piercing the skin is clearly a very strange scene.

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

As I relaxed, my extremely tired body began to feel sleepy, and my eyelids became heavy after not having rested for a day and a night.

I couldn't help wanting to close it.

He woke up and forced himself to open his eyes.

No, no, I can't sleep.

He fell asleep and put his body in the hands of strangers. He couldn't imagine what he would face when he woke up.

Moreover, have you forgotten your identity and what you are to be used for

This marquis bandaged your wound so gently, but when he wanted to use you a while ago, you fell asleep. Wouldn't this anger him

Mo Qiaosheng heard a gentle voice.

"Go to sleep. Sleep if you want. You are tired. Get some good sleep."

He said I could sleep.

He agreed.

Just take a nap.

a while.

He couldn't help himself and fell into a deep sleep.

Cheng Qianye finally treated all the wounds.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and thought to herself, I should ask the military doctor to take a look.

The wound on her abdomen was sewn crookedly because of her unskillfulness and nervousness.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be no suturing technology at that time. I was so unskilled that I must have hurt him a lot.

Cheng Qianye raised his head, only to see that the young slave had already fallen into a deep sleep.

His bloodless lips were slightly open, and he was sleeping soundly.

The fact that he could fall asleep even in the pain of being sutured without anesthesia shows that he was extremely tired.

Forget it, I won’t wake him up and let him have a good sleep here.

Others might mistakenly think that I was, ahem, having sex with a slave.

But anyway, this "brother" has always had such a reputation, so it seems more realistic this way.

Cheng Qianye pulled the quilt over his naked body and spent the night on the recliner.

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

He rolled off the bed and looked at the gorgeous big bed behind him, feeling confused and uncertain.

He touched the bed he had just crawled out of doubtfully. It was soft and dry, with his warm body temperature.

Me, I slept all night

He looked down at his body and found that the tendons binding his hands had been untied.

All the clothes on his body were gone, and his trouser legs were cut off, leaving only a short piece that barely covered his body.

All the wounds, big and small, on the body were tightly wrapped with clean and breathable gauze, which exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.

Mo Qiaosheng checked himself over and over twice to make sure that his body had not been used and there were no signs of injury.

He lifted the curtain in a panic.

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

At this moment, the nobleman from last night was sitting in the outer room.

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

Against the bright light of morning sun, only a vague figure could be seen.

Such a gentle adult, even if he wants to do something excessive to you, you should not disobey him.

Mo Qiaosheng touched the snow-white bandage on his shoulder and repeatedly reminded himself in his heart.

That kind of thing is actually nothing, it won't hurt for long, it's much better than being stabbed twice. Think positively, everyone has been through this.

The first time, you are very lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person.

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

He held up the hem of Cheng Qianye's robe and, like the waiters in Chu Huai Pavilion, kissed the corner of his guest's robe to express his wish for the nobleman's mercy.

However, he found that his neck was stiff and he could not bend it.

The hand that was pulling the corner of the clothes began to tremble slightly, and he pulled so hard that the fine fabric became wrinkled.

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

"I..." He raised his head, his lips trembled, and he could not utter the shameful words that the young men in Chu Huai Pavilion often said.

I do not want to,

sorry,

I really don't want to.

Can you please let me go

Please, let me go.

He screamed desperately in his heart.

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

"Drink it. Then go back." The voice said as if it had heard the cry from within.

Mo Qiaosheng finished drinking the porridge in a daze, having no idea what the porridge tasted like.

He walked out of the tent in a daze again.

I came to my senses only when the dazzling sunlight shone on me.

He touched the new clothes given by the Marquis of Jin Yue and the bottle of medicine in his arms, and he almost suspected that he was still dreaming.

Mo Qiaosheng licked his lips and tasted a hint of sweetness

The sweet taste lingered in his entire mouth.

Is this sugar? The legendary sugar.

I am not dreaming, he said to himself, how could dreams dream of such sweet things.

Mo Qiaosheng returned to the camp and on his way back to his small cubicle, he saw that Ah Feng's door was not closed and a dishevelled body was lying on the floor.

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

He looked at the horrible body, sighed, took out the medicine bottle in his arms, rubbed it gently with his fingers, pulled out the cork, and carefully sprinkled the light yellow powder in the bottle onto the most serious wounds on Ah Feng's body.

"Where did you get the medicine?" Ah Feng turned his head. One side of his beautiful single eye was swollen, and the corner of his mouth was cracked, with a large bruise.

Mo Qiaosheng was silent for a moment, "It was given by the Marquis of Jinyue."

Ah Feng looked him up and down, turned away, and snorted with the back of his head, "What good luck. Where's that idiot Ah Yun?"

"I haven't seen him come back yet."

"That idiot. I don't know if I can still see him."

Ah Feng stopped talking.

Mo Qiaosheng simply treated his wound and walked out.

Although he didn't know what Ayun's situation was, Mo Qiaosheng knew that Ayun's character was even more rigid than his own, and he could not control his emotions.

He quickened his pace with some worry, wanting to return to his residence as soon as possible to see if the young brother fighting side by side with him 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 with rags. Under the dirty rags, the corpse's blood-stained legs were exposed.

Such situations were common in the slave camp, and Mo Qiaosheng walked past it numbly.

An arm suddenly hung down from the stretcher, with a hideous scar running along the back of the pale hand.

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

The pale arms swayed and crossed his body lifelessly.

Ayun.

It’s Ayun.

Just one night later, the smiling Ayun was gone.

Yesterday, the five of them passed by here, and Ah Yun's voice of laughter and talking seemed to echo in the empty corridor.

"I wonder what the master will give me as a reward? Maybe it's meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

The world is so unfair. Such an hard-working and vibrant life can be easily ruined just because of the little likes and dislikes of those nobles who are high above us.

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

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