Chapter 88: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 24
Xiao Jintian's face darkened. "You want to go back to the Central Plains?"
Qianzhou stood up, hid his hands under his cotton cloak, and hooked his fingers on the belt around his waist.
"I'm originally from the Central Plains. You forgot that I'm a prisoner you captured."
Qian Zhou spoke the last three words very slowly, and Xiao Jintian felt a surge of anger in his heart when he heard it.
Xiao Jintian also stood up, blocking half of the light.
"You're wearing the robe I ordered made, living in the best-lit room in the main courtyard, and your food and lodging are just as good as mine. And now you're saying you're a prisoner? Who would keep a prisoner well-fed and well-fed in their courtyard?!"
Xiao Jintian licked his teeth and stared at Qian Zhou with a serious look. The trip to Lan Yulou was like a thorn in his heart.
They reminded Xiao Jintian again and again that the man in front of him was the third prince of Central Plains, and that sooner or later he would be taken back because of his noble status.
He had no reason and no right to keep people trapped around him.
No one knew what was in the Lanyu Tower, but it was like a string pulling the Central Plains, tied to Qianzhou's hand in front of Xiao Jintian.
He couldn't cut it because he couldn't touch it, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that even if this one was cut, there would be another one.
Countless intricate threads are hanging on their third prince. Xiao Jintian has no way to get this person completely, but he, Xiao Jintian, will hold in his hands whatever he wants in this life no matter how much hardship he endures.
"Okay, you want to go back to the Central Plains, right?"
Xiao Jintian leaned over, carried Qianzhou on his shoulder, and strode into the house.
Qian Zhou was held by his waist and struggled violently, "Xiao Jintian!"
Xiao Jintian was too strong, his body didn't even shake. Once Qian Zhou was restrained by him, he would have no chance to resist.
The arm seemed to be made of steel, strangling Qianzhou so much that he couldn't breathe. He watched helplessly as he was taken into the house.
The door was slammed shut.
Xiao Jintian threw Qian Zhou on the couch, and in a few seconds he took off his armor and threw the iron wrist guard on the table.
Qian Zhou sat up from the bed, but was pushed down by Xiao Jintian, and the back of his head sank into the pillow.
"What are you crazy about!"
Xiao Jintian pressed forward like a wolf. "You dare to provoke me? Aren't you very brave? You dared to speak to me like that just now. What are you afraid of now?"
Qian Zhou's legs were stuck by Xiao Jintian, and his neck was suddenly bitten. Qian Zhou opened his eyes wide, "You, you..."
He couldn't believe that Xiao Jintian was going to force himself on him!
I pushed him away with all my strength, "You bastard! You lunatic! You're going to have sex with a man too!"
"Aren't you afraid of letting others know that Beili Wolf King is a homosexual?!"
"If you know, you know!" Xiao Jintian grabbed his wrist.
He pulled out the thick rope he had been carrying and tied Qian Zhou's hands in a few seconds. "Why are you shaking? You were so full of energy just now. If you want to be aggressive and vent your anger, you should calm down, right? You look like a spoiled child now."
Xiao Jintian was really too tall. Qian Zhou was lifted up by him and leaned against the wall, with the back of his head held in his hands.
"Open your mouth." Xiao Jintian lowered his head and moved closer.
Qian Zhou wanted to turn his head, but Xiao Jintian's hand was pressing on his head. He could only grit his teeth and curse, "Xiao Jintian, I hate you!"
Xiao Jintian lowered his head and laughed, then he put his nose against Qianzhou's and bit Qianzhou's lower lip with his fangs like a wolf that had caught its prey.
He kissed her without any resistance, from shallow to deep, pushing Qianzhou into the corner, very domineering.
His chest was heaving more and more heavily. Qian Zhou already regretted it. Why did he provoke him? He was a bastard to begin with. The more he talked, the crazier he became. He was bullying others recklessly.
Xiao Jintian was extremely vicious and was becoming more and more excessive.
Qian Zhou stretched out his hand and pushed open the window, revealing the full moon in the sky. He said breathlessly, "Xiao Jintian... I, I will not... forgive you..."
Xiao Jintian grabbed his neck even harder, "Do you think I'll let you go?"
Qianzhou felt a little suffocated and didn't say a word in the end.
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In the second half of the night, Yin Wu was on duty. He walked from the south end to the west end of the main courtyard, waved the long sword in his hand, and yawned sleepily.
The envoys from the Central Plains will be arriving tomorrow, so we must step up our defenses and deploy more manpower.
He was thinking this as he passed by Xiao Jintian's residence.
The candle inside was still lit, swaying rhythmically like the wind, casting bright and dark shadows on the window.
Yinwu walked forward in confusion and heard hoarse, broken crying, intermittent.
The third prince's voice was hoarse and he cried out to Xiao Jintian, but no one could hear what he said.
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Yinwu had a complicated expression and the lantern in his hand shook.
The third prince is a nice guy, why is the king so happy to beat him?
It's so pitiful. The king has such strong hands that he can strangle people to unconsciousness. Yinwu shook his head and sighed deeply.
Before the sun rose, Xiao Jintian went to the kitchen in his pajamas and got a wooden basin. Although the weather in Beili was so cold, he was not afraid of the cold at all. He filled a basin with cold water and took a clean towel back to the house.
He took off his nightgown and threw it aside, preventing the cold air outside from reaching the person on the couch.
He wet the handkerchief with his bare upper body, walked to the couch and placed it on Qianzhou's forehead.
Qianzhou's eyes were tightly closed, the corners of his eyes were red and swollen, and he was feeling hot.
His hands rested weakly on the edge of the couch. Xiao Jintian held his hands and tucked the quilt in for him.
The candlelight revealed the scars on Xiao Jintian's back, a total of sixty in total.
He squatted beside the couch, his long hair hanging down, holding Qianzhou's hand tightly.
He was like the stubborn and ferocious wolf cub when he was young. He squatted for a while, then climbed onto the bed and held the person in his arms.
Half of his body was exposed, but he wrapped the person, who had been tortured to a fever, tightly in a quilt.
Xiao Jintian kept his eyes open. Whenever the person in his arms moved, he whispered, "Okay, I'm wrong. The fever will go away tomorrow morning..."
The towels were changed several times, waiting for Qianzhou's temperature to drop a little.
He brought the large wooden tub for bathing into the house, boiled water and poured it in, ran several times, and carried the person in to bathe.
Qianzhou had no strength and slid down as soon as he touched the wooden barrel.
Xiao Jintian was worried that he would get drowned and it would be difficult to wash.
As the sun rose, Yin Wu was waiting in the kitchen to deliver breakfast to the Third Prince. When he saw a slap mark on Xiao Jintian's face, he was almost scared to death.
"On your face, my king?!"
Who hit him? Who dares to hit Xiao Jintian?!
Yin Wu stood there in a daze.
Xiao Jintian waved his hand, not caring much. "No need to send breakfast today. Let him sleep a little longer. Prepare some meat and eggs for him when he wakes up."
The servants in the kitchen looked at each other in bewilderment. They always felt that the king was very different from before. When had he ever given such detailed instructions about meals?
Yin Wu watched Xiao Jintian leave and listened to the servants discussing something fierce and something about the bed. Something exploded in his mind.
All the unusual things are connected into a shocking truth.
Yin Wu turned around and looked at the two smiling cooks, a crack appeared on his face, "The king and the third prince...the two of them..."
The cook smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Weren't they together that morning?"
The silver weapon shattered gently.
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