Chapter 7 Han Zhi's Bedtime
Before Han Zhi's injury had healed, Chi Changyuan called him to sleep with him.
When Han Zhi heard the words "sleeping with the emperor", his eyes almost popped out.
Sleep with the emperor?
who?
Him?
Although he had this realization when it was sent to him, he felt that Chi Changyuan hated him and would definitely not have such thoughts about him.
What's wrong with me now?
Uncle Zhang told him to wash up and dress properly. Han Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed to the yellowed clothes on his body: "This is all I have."
Uncle Zhang said, "You... can't you transform?"
He saw that those gods could change their appearance in an instant, which was very convenient.
The art of rejuvenation is the most basic spell, and Han Zhi naturally knows it.
But the same thing goes, without magic power all spells are useless.
"Why don't you go find Master Jiang Mo?"
Jiang Mo is probably the only one who will help him.
But if he wanted to find Jiang Mo, Chi Changyuan would have to know, and he was a little unhappy about it.
But after just a moment's hesitation, he decisively chose to trouble Jiang Mo again.
It would be better if he didn't look for her. It's better than him wearing these tattered clothes for the rest of his life.
"You said you had nothing to wear?"
Jiang Mo couldn't believe it: "You can't..."
"I don't have any magic power." Han Zhi explained simply: "I thought you would have discovered it a long time ago."
After examining him for so long, you would rather believe that he has unlimited magical powers than believe that he has no magical powers.
Jiang Mo really didn't want to believe it.
He knew very well how Han Zhi punched His Highness and kicked the Snow God a hundred years ago. In addition to his outstanding appearance, even though His Highness did not reveal his identity, he had some vague guesses in his heart.
How could such a person not have magical powers?
"Not having magic power doesn't mean I don't have martial power." Han Zhi saw what he was thinking: "Do you believe that I can beat ten of you?"
Jiang Mo: That’s enough, stop talking.
He said: "You are becoming more and more presumptuous now."
It wasn't like this when Han Zhi first came.
Han Zhi was helpless: "I am a slave sent by the demon god, so naturally I will be whatever my master likes."
He was an expert at reading people's expressions, and Chi Changyuan obviously didn't like people who followed him like a dog.
Jiang Mo sent a pile of clothes this time. Han Zhi chose a silver-white robe embroidered with water patterns with satisfaction, and then followed the people sent by Chi Changyuan to meet Chi Changyuan.
...Han Zhi didn't expect that Chi Changyuan was taking a shower.
The air was thick with steam, and as soon as you entered you'd feel an indescribable stuffiness.
The interior is very simple, with only a huge bathtub. The floor is paved with white marble and surrounded by pink shark gauze, which looks dreamy and beautiful.
However, Han Zhi doesn't like this style. He prefers simple and elegant decoration that will not be dirty.
As for this kind of girlish heart... Well, Chi Changyuan actually likes this?
Han Zhi hesitated about what to do. Should he take off his clothes and go into the pool? Or should he lie down with the torture instruments in his hands?
Chi Changyuan's hobby is no secret, otherwise he wouldn't be hundreds of years old and still have no decent ambiguous partner.
It was Chi Changyuan's voice that finally stopped him from thinking: "What are you standing there for? Come over here."
Chi Changyuan was in the pool, speechlessly looking at Han Zhi who was standing there in a daze.
He is so useless that he can't even serve others.
Han Zhi didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He walked quickly forward and knelt on the white marble floor tiles. He felt a little sad about the extravagance of the Lord of Water, and then he rubbed Chi Changyuan's shoulders.
Chi Changyuan's long black hair was draped behind his back, and his neck was in Han Zhi's hand, as if he could crush Chi Changyuan to death with just a pinch.
He trusted him so much? Did he no longer suspect he was an assassin?
Chi Changyuan's naturally beautiful face and unparalleled body almost stunned Han Zhi. His skin was cold and white yet powerful, like flowing water, soft yet strong.
"Can you?"
Chi Changyuan suddenly opened his eyes and spoke abruptly.
After waiting for a long time, Han Zhi didn't say anything.
Chi Changyuan turned his head slightly to look at him, only to find that Han Zhi was staring at his back in a daze.
The skin is as smooth as new, revealing a firm yet gentle beauty from the inside out.
That was something Han Zhi had never seen in himself before.
Seeing the obsessed expression in Han Zhi's eyes, Chi Changyuan didn't know why he couldn't be happy.
It was clearly his own plan to seduce Han Zhi with his beauty, but why is he so discouraged now that he has succeeded?
A slight sound of water was heard, and with a "pa" sound, Chi Changyuan's water-soaked palm landed on Han Zhi's left cheek.
"I'm talking to you."
The slap was not heavy. Although it still made Han Zhi's cheeks red and swollen, it was at least much better than the day when he punished himself.
Han Zhi came to his senses instantly, nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, your Majesty taught me before he sent me here." He knew everything from back massage to bath scrubbing.
Chi Changyuan's face suddenly turned ugly.
"Have you taught me all of that?" He gritted his teeth. The devil was really crazy. He could even kill his own son.
"How many people taught you? Who did you serve?"
"No... no one..." As if sensing Chi Changyuan's emotions, Han Zhi's voice trembled slightly, and he said fearfully: "I only served you."
have to.
Chi Changyuan finally understood that they were not talking about the same thing.
However, this also indirectly shows that Han Zhi is indeed still as pure white as paper. This realization made him feel better.
As soon as he was in a good mood, he started chatting idly.
"What did you do to be sent here?"
After all, he is his own son. How rebellious must Han Zhi be to make the devil punish him like this?
"Ah?" Han Zhi was stunned for a moment, then realized: "...I volunteered."
"Voluntarily?" Chi Changyuan sneered as if he had heard something funny. "Voluntarily come here to suffer? How come I didn't know you had this habit?"
"No, no, no... I don't feel like I'm suffering."
Han Zhi was a little anxious. Why did Chi Changyuan say all this? Did he want to send him back?
Doesn't he want to bother him so soon?
He really doesn't feel that life here is hard. He has food to eat and sleep to sleep on, so what's the hardship here?
If Nichang hadn't come to Hanxu out of play, and the man hadn't been worried that something might happen to her, he would never have had the chance to leave Jin Country.
"Your Highness...Your Highness doesn't want me anymore?"
Han Zhi was almost crying. Even if he died, he hoped to die in Hanxu Kingdom and Taiqing Palace, rather than... rather than die in that dark dungeon.
There were pieces of rotting flesh, broken tissue, and his blood everywhere.
He died and lived and died there, his limbs were broken and reshaped, so that he could have the strong healing ability he has now.
But if given a choice, who would want to be tortured and abused every day?
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