In the luxurious bedroom, Zhou Huaiyan was being served by a palace maid and was being given a hand massage.

He had been carving wood for the past two months. This body had been pampered since childhood and was accustomed to it. His hands began to hurt after holding the forbidden dagger for so long.

Hongdou took some hand ointment and rubbed the boy's palms carefully.

The little prince had been thoughtful since childhood, and whenever he had something on his mind, he would become particularly quiet. Sometimes he would read some miscellaneous books, and if the matter was too difficult to resolve, Zhou Huaiyan would use the princess's forbidden dagger to carve some small things.

The more difficult the task, the longer it would take the boy to carve it. Although Hongdou was not as talented as his master, he was also aware that there was something fishy going on behind the scenes.

Zhou Huaiyan closed his eyes, frowning slightly.

"What happened in the enclosure today should have spread to all the palaces."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Hearing this, Zhou Huaiyan pulled out his hand.

"Then go prepare the pigments and burn a few more pots of silver charcoal. Ah Fei should be almost done with the painting by now."

"yes."

Hongdou put away the things and got up to prepare.

The boy dozed off for a moment, but couldn't help but pick up a book.

But once you open it——

"......"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes. His breathing became rapid for a moment, and it took a long time for his breathing to gradually calm down.

At this time, Zhou Huaiyan remembered that this was the "Spring Night Secret Play Picture" that he asked Dousha to find, and it was of two men. However, this was certainly not for him to see, but for those who wanted to spy on him.

I just didn't pay attention and took the wrong one.

After a moment of silence, the boy looked at the seemingly ordinary book in his hand.

That's all...

Let's just make the best of it.

If this picture falls into the hands of someone else in the future and he uses it to test him, and then he finds out that he has never seen it, he will be in trouble.

Zhou Huaiyan was always meticulous in his work, and the news he released had to be three-tenths true. That was why his image as a dandy, sickly, and lustful waste prince had been so deeply rooted in people's hearts over the years.

Thinking of this, Zhou Huaiyan turned to the first page with an expressionless face.

“Tsk.”

He is probably the most dedicated and dissolute prince. Thinking of this, Zhou Huaiyan actually read it page by page.

I have to say... the ancients really knew how to have fun. It was the first time that Zhou Huaiyan knew that two men could play so many tricks. But for some reason, when he stroked the naked back of the person in the painting, a familiar figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

As the sun sets, a foreign boy stands on the city wall, drawing his bow like a full moon, his back as slender as a bamboo, so handsome indeed.

[I wonder if it will be the same after I take off my clothes...]

Suddenly, such a thought flashed through Zhou Huaiyan's mind, but before he could be surprised, Hongdou's voice came from outside.

"Your Highness, everything is ready, and Ah Fei is waiting outside."

Bang!

Zhou Huaiyan closed the book in a panic.

"...Coming soon."

Seeing that the door gradually became quiet, Hongdou did not enter. For some reason, the boy finally breathed a sigh of relief. He calmed down, thought for a moment, and opened the book again, leaving it open on the desk so that anyone who walked into the study could see it at first glance.

Zhou Huaiyan stood up, straightened his clothes, and then walked out.

Three pots of silver charcoal were burning in the bedroom, making the entire space as warm as spring sunshine.

Ah Fei wore a snow-white nightgown and followed Hongdou's instructions to take a bath without putting on any perfume or tying her hair.

The alien boy knelt quietly beside the bed, his long black curly hair spread out behind him, twisting and turning, with the ends of his hair curling on the ground. He subconsciously clenched his sleeves, and his whole body was burning.

The things that Ah Fei had been taught in the slave camp, which she hated so much that she even deliberately forgot, suddenly emerged in her mind at this moment. How a slave should greet the master, how to show the most convenient appearance for the master to enjoy, how to please the master, etc. The once vague memories gradually became clear in front of her eyes, bit by bit.

Ah Fei couldn't help but start to imagine what kind of expression the boy, who was always indifferent to everything, would have when he tried to please his master as he was taught in the slave camp.

Everyone said that the Ninth Prince Zhou Huaiyan was addicted to beauty and desire, but Ah Fei had never seen the boy show any expression resembling an infatuation.

Even if it was his most trusted confidant, Zhou Huaiyan would not hesitate to impose the most severe punishment if he found that the other party tried to interfere with his decision.

The master seems cynical, but in fact, the boy is sober and rational to the point of indifference at every moment.

Even though Zhou Huaiyan was weak and didn't know martial arts, in Ah Fei's eyes, his master was so powerful that he could only look up to him.

When Ah Fei came out of the slave camp and entered the death camp built by the foreign king Qu Pingye, she was taught by those strict slave trainers.

Being strong is not just about the body, it is also about the mind.

The foreigners lived in the Far North, and the harsh environment made them stronger than the Zhou people. But in the end, they were still defeated by the Zhou people. Even the strongest warrior, the king of the previous generation of foreigners, had his head chopped off by Jiang Yi.

The strength of the Zhou people lies in their wisdom, foresight, and control over people's hearts.

His master possesses all of these, and even excels in them.

As the bloodline of the Zhou Dynasty emperor and the Humen Jiang family, Zhou Huaiyan left a deep mark on the foreign race since the day he was born.

His master was the only one who was envied by foreign royal families simply because of his bloodline and birth.

Foreigners admire the strong, and this trait was inherited well by Ah Fei.

Even though the master said that there was no difference between their blood, in Ah Fei's heart, the master's blood was more noble than anyone else's.

So noble... that he couldn't help but have some desire to desecrate it. Ah Fei wanted to see the boy's dementia due to passion, wanted to see those beautiful peach blossom eyes dyed with pink and gorgeous passion, even if... this body was destroyed by the owner, it didn't matter. The kitten breathed quickly, and his body trembled slightly because of imagining what was about to happen.

"Hmm? Why are you kneeling?"

As soon as Zhou Huaiyan entered the room, he saw Ah Fei kneeling beside the bed. Even her kneeling posture was exactly the same as when she first saw the kitten.

——Is it some kind of rule of the alien race?

But now, Ah Fei is much bigger than the overly skinny kitten back then.

“Master…Master!”

Ah Fei immediately crawled down,

"Master, please enjoy..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was pulled up by the young man.

"Why are you kneeling? It's just a painting. I'm not punishing you."

In modern times, it is common to draw a shirtless man, but in this era, everyone would probably think that he is a licentious person who is addicted to lust.

This was in line with Zhou Huaiyan's expectations.

"......?"

A Fei stood up hesitantly and suddenly froze.

【draw?】

He knew that in the Zhou Dynasty, most of the nobles were not as generous as the foreigners, and some were even too reserved and would use some elegant words to refer to such things.

At first, Ah Fei thought that the master was the same. However, seeing Hongdou preparing various colors of paint and drawing boards, the little cat finally understood.

Did the owner really just paint a picture? ! !

Realizing this, there was no hiding of disappointment in those beautiful blue eyes.

"But... this painting is a little different from other paintings..."

This was not the first time that Zhou Huaiyan had played a trick on someone, so there was no need for him to explain to Ah Fei. He simply asked Xiao Mao to take off his shirt and showed the painting to the spies after he finished.

But maybe it was because of the book just now, he looked at the kitten's innocent eyes and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"different?"

Ah Fei was bewildered, he had only learned martial arts, poisons and snakes, and did not understand the elegant things like poetry and painting of the Zhou people.

The boy stroked the kitten's soft, fluffy hair.

"A Fei, I want to draw you tonight."

"......I?"

In shock, Ah Fei even forgot to call himself a slave. After a while, he blushed and choked a few times before he stammered,

"Master... Master, how do you want to draw?"

The kitten was so shy and nervous that Zhou Huaiyan also felt a little nervous for some unknown reason.

But before he could answer, Ah Fei interrupted him hastily.

"No! No, I am overstepping my authority. I am not questioning the Master. The Master can paint whatever He wants. I am fine with it. I will obey the Master."

Even if, even if he has to use his blood to paint for his master, Ah Fei is willing to do it.

Zhou Huaiyan was silent for a moment, then he couldn't help but laughed softly.

This little cat is so... cute.

The boy couldn't help but want to tease him, so he untied Ah Fei's belt and flicked his fingertips, causing the thin outer shirt to slide to the ground. The exposed skin trembled slightly due to the sudden contact with the air.

"......"

"?!!!!"

It turns out that the master likes to play this kind of game. Ah Fei couldn't help but feel excited, nervous, and a little scared. He was afraid that the master would find out that he was different from ordinary people and would be disgusted. But no matter what, at this moment, the little cat still followed the boy's instructions and stood up obediently. The pajamas and outer shirt fell off, and Ah Fei's upper body was exposed. Very white. Not the warm jade-like whiteness of Zhou Huaiyan, but a bit like the cold whiteness of white people, as pale as ice and snow.

The dark curly hair contrasted with the extremely cold white, creating a terrifying visual impact. Unlike the first time when even the cloak could not hide his thinness, nearly three months later, Ah Fei's upper body already had a thin layer of very beautiful muscle texture, with a unique beauty of youth.

Even Zhou Huaiyan, who had seen many retouched photos of male models in magazines in his previous life, couldn't help but sigh, "How beautiful!"

He didn't know if it was because of the cool air, the boy's overly scorching gaze, or Ah Fei's unspeakable desire, but his skin couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even the two softest points in front of him trembled silently.

The master is watching him...

When Ah Fei thought of this, he couldn't help but feel shy and wanted to hide himself, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but stick out his chest. He wanted his chest muscles to look fuller so that his master would like it.

If...if the master is willing to touch it, it would be even better.

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