These words were utterly treasonous. If anyone else had said them, they would probably have been beheaded by the hidden Imperial Guards by now.
The butlers kept their eyes down, not daring to utter a single word. They even wished they had never been there at all.
They were afraid that their parents would kill them once they woke up.
Killing these lackeys is easier for their master than cutting a melon.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and come over and lend a hand," Chu Huaixu said, turning his gaze over to them. "Do you think your precious master needs me to serve him?"
The steward and the others hurriedly went to greet them, saying, "Yes, yes...this servant knows his mistake..."
It was after several people hurriedly got the person back to their room that a cup of tea had been brewed. Everyone was exhausted.
Song Ting remained wary and slapped the servant who was about to help him change his clothes.
The servant had never practiced martial arts, so how could he withstand a punch from the commander? He was immediately beaten until he vomited blood.
The others were immediately terrified, their faces turning pale as they looked at Chu Huaixu.
Only when Chu Huaixu was close would he quiet down, gazing at him with adoring eyes.
Chu Huaixu was about to vomit blood, and asked the steward in an annoyed tone, "Is your master always like this?"
"No, no, not at all." The butler broke out in a cold sweat. "The master doesn't usually drink too much."
He couldn't figure out what was going on between the two of them, so he didn't dare to say anything and planned to stammer and try to cover it up.
Chu Huaixu could easily see through his little scheme, and sneered inwardly:
"Alright, get out of here."
Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly ran away. Chu Huaixu was left to take care of the Commander Song, who was drunk and unconscious.
"master……"
As soon as I helped him take off his shoes, Chu Huaixu felt a sudden dizziness and couldn't stand up straight.
Before he could react, Song Ting had already grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
“Mingyu…”
The voice was muffled and heavy, carrying a clear sense of grievance, as if the person had been bullied a great deal.
Such a tone makes it almost impossible to associate the voice with the legendary ruthless and cold-blooded Yama.
Chu Huaixu remained unmoved and slapped him hard across the face: "Get out of here!"
At this moment, Song Ting couldn't hear anything else; she could only instinctively cling to Chu Huaixu, calling his name incessantly.
He touched Chu Huaixu's earlobe, then firmly locked the other's hands above his head:
“Mingyu…”
Because he had drunk too much, his breath carried a strong smell of alcohol, which stung Chu Huaixu's face.
Those dark eyes stared straight at him, with a hint of drunken daze.
"You're so beautiful, but it's your mouth that always says things that hurt me."
Song Ting scooped it up fiercely until a strong, sweet, metallic taste filled their throats before reluctantly letting go.
But then his fingers covered her again, gently caressing her. His gaze was frightening.
"Song Ting!" Chu Huaixu's mind suddenly went blank as he struggled to break free from Song Ting's grip.
Unfortunately, Song Ting was a martial artist, and he was drunk. His brute strength was far beyond what Chu Huaixu could possibly overcome.
Chu Huaixu was completely trapped and unable to move at all...
Before long, the hand was no longer satisfied with just that; its well-defined fingers slowly traced over the two willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows, over the eyes, and over the nose...
Continue downwards.
Chu Huaixu's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he gritted his teeth: "Song Ting! Let go of me!"
Normally, Chu Huaixu would guide the relationship between the two with ease, but today he suddenly found himself at a disadvantage, which made him feel offended and angry.
"You mad dog! Let go!"
Since he was being called a dog, Song Ting decided to make it a reality by "drawing" a bright red plum blossom on Chu Huaixu's Adam's apple.
Then, little by little, she continued downwards, lifting the red shirt embroidered with gold thread...
Chu Huaixu was absolutely furious. He kicked his feet and cursed incessantly.
Song Ting frowned and bit him: "Master, please be quiet."
Even at a time like this, they seem to be humbling themselves to the dust; how shameless!
Chu Huaixu trembled with rage, bent his knee and kicked hard, "You mad dog! Get out!"
Song Ting was caught off guard and was hit squarely, turning pale with pain.
Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Huaixu broke free and slapped the man hard across the face again:
"Are you awake yet?!"
Song Ting's face was turned slightly to the side, and when she turned her head, her eyes were filled with a sense of confusion and grievance.
Looking at it this way, it really does seem like a little dog being punished by its owner but not knowing what it did wrong.
His expression was even somewhat pitiful.
"Get down!" Chu Huaixu thought this farce should end here.
However, the next second, Song Ting pounced on him and trapped him again.
Even though they were so drunk they were out of their minds, they still remembered exactly where they had gotten to.
His hands, calloused from years of wielding knives and swords, were covered in a thick layer of calluses...
"Mingyu, you smell so good..."
Song Ting murmured, leaving faint teeth marks.
"Don't……"
The soft murmur was like a seductive poison to Song Ting. He devoutly held Chu Huaixu's hand, "Master, please grant me..."
"Song Ting! Song Qingxiang!"
Chu Huaixu gazed at the person before him, a multitude of emotions surging within his eyes.
He knew he should push this person away, but...
Just then, the hand that was tightly restraining him suddenly lost its strength, and Chu Huaixu watched helplessly as the man fell headfirst to the ground.
Quietly.
"Song Ting?" he called out tentatively.
He gently pushed him with his palm again, but the only response was the long, deep breathing of the person beside him.
"Song Qingxiang." Another confirmation. Still no response.
To my surprise... he fell asleep at a time like this.
Chu Huaixu remained in that supine position for a while before laughing in exasperation.
He got up, slowly straightened his clothes, and stared coldly at the person on the bed.
After a long while, a flash of cold light appeared, and Chu Huaixu held Song Ting's soft sword against its owner's chest!
With just a little force, this sharp blade could pierce into the person's body.
With just a little more force, I could pierce his heart...
However, Chu Huaixu did not make a move for a long time.
We can't just kill Song Ting like this. He still has value to us.
It's not the right time yet; he must be patient.
However, since the servants dared not come in now, and Song Ting was drunk, it was a good time to find what he wanted.
Thinking of this, Chu Huaixu sheathed his soft sword and carefully began searching the room...
Just then, Song Ting, who should have been drunk, suddenly opened her eyes, and there was no trace of drunkenness in them.
He glanced at it once, then immediately closed his eyes again, murmuring, "Master..."
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