A cup of tea passed.
Thinking about the injustice he had suffered at the hands of the villain and having cried all the way, he was already very tired. Now that he had had his fill of milk, he fell into a deep sleep.
However, Chen changed his clothes carefully and rubbed the red mark on his ankle with heartache. These were the marks caused by the thin wire when he was hung upside down. Fortunately, Si Lai was not very old and his body was light, so the thin wire did not sink into his flesh and only scratched the skin. He was very lucky.
Xie Shiguan did not say anything, just sat on the edge of the bed, watching Chen Que stuff the kid into the mattress, then he moved closer to him and lowered his eyes to look at him: "It's a young man, I thought he was a girl."
Perhaps it was because His Highness's gaze was too scorching, but after quickly settling Si Lai down, Chen immediately raised his hand to close his collar. However, just as his fingertips touched the belt, Xie Shiguan suddenly spoke, calling his name in a neither light nor heavy voice.
Shen was startled by his voice, and quickly turned sideways, fastening his belt in panic, but the clothes were too thin and transparent, and the overflowing stuff soaked a part of his body, which was really... difficult to say.
So he had no choice but to reach out to take the outer robe that had fallen on the couch, but Xie Shiguan took a step forward and gently pressed down on the outer robe he was about to take: "It's all dirty, why are you still wearing it?"
Shen looked at him timidly.
His Highness clearly knew everything, so why didn't he come to question him about who the person was who was having an affair with him? He wasn't annoyed or angry, but instead stared at him with such a strange, weird look.
Xie Shiguan waved at him and asked him to come over.
Shen hesitated for a moment, then limped towards him. His Highness spread his legs, raised his eyes and ordered him: "Come closer."
How close can it be?
Shen Que hesitated and took a step forward, but Xie Shiguan held his waist tightly, and the other hand supported his back and pressed down: "Let me hug you."
As if he was afraid of waking up Si Lai who was sleeping soundly behind him, he lowered his voice to a very low level, so low that it almost created a little illusion that the always high and mighty Prince Yan could also have such a soft side.
The tenderness that was only revealed in front of him...
As if possessed by some mysterious force, Chen leaned down and raised his hands several times, wanting to hug his back like Xie Shiguan hugged him, but in the end he could only protect him vaguely and did not dare to get any closer.
He was in a trance, but not so dazed that he couldn't remember who the person in front of him was.
He is His Royal Highness Prince Yan. This sudden ambiguity and warmth he showed to me was just a momentary impulse of his. It was like the thin ice that had just formed on the river surface in early winter. If one was stupid enough to step on it, one would immediately fall into the abyss.
If you fall down, you will be doomed and your body will be shattered to pieces.
But Xie Shiguan didn't seem to like his distantness, as if he was about to withdraw at any time, so cold.
"Ah Que," he turned his head with a half-smile, deliberately put the tip of his nose against his temple, rubbing it gently, "During the time you were away, every night, I was thinking about..."
At this point he suddenly paused, chuckled and asked, "What are you thinking about? Guess."
Shen couldn't guess, and met his eyes hesitantly.
His Highness leaned closer, his thin lips almost touching his earlobe: "I was thinking, if I could catch that mute, I would hug him tightly and strangle him to death in my arms."
Shen didn't expect him to say such words to him, and for a moment he froze.
"I'll torture you until you can't get out of bed," he continued, "I won't stop even if you cry..."
"I've been thinking about this for a long time."
Such an intimate action, but what came out of his mouth were words that made Shen blush and panic.
Every piece of clothing left in the suitcase had, without exception, been tortured by him, making each one dirty. Unfortunately, after being starched and washed, no scent left by him could be smelled anymore.
Later, almost all traces of Shen Que left in Lansheng Courtyard disappeared, and it was as if the mute had never appeared. No one dared to mention him casually, because any little thing related to him would bring down Xie Shiguan's wrath.
If His Highness can't find this mute, he will probably go crazy.
As soon as Shen pulled away, he caught a glimpse of the greed and desire in King Yan's eyes. He was full of desires, but never concealed them. He would eat when he was hungry and would never let himself be so thirsty.
But it has been nearly a year since he met the person who could satisfy his bottomless desire.
Xie Shiguan wanted him.
It's written in his eyes and on his body.
But Shen seemed to be burned by his naked gaze, and retracted his gaze in shock and fear.
Your Highness, why...why is this happening?
He wanted to hide, but Xie Shiguan held his back and waist, making it impossible for him to break free, so he had to stay there and let him press down inch by inch.
The fingertips touched the end of his spine, but suddenly stopped. Xie Shiguan saw the corner of his clothes stained by snow water, and suddenly remembered the three despicable guys on the mountain.
The smile on His Highness's face gradually faded.
"You're dirty," he loosened his grip a little bit, his tone sounding more like an order than a negotiation, "Go wash."
"Wash it clean," he said again.
Some prescriptions need to be supplemented with medicinal baths, so there are wooden barrels for bathing in this small courtyard.
Xie Shiguan stood in the courtyard, and asked the two assassins to clean the bathtub carefully. There was a built pool in the palace, and even the guards and maids had bathing rooms for bathing, so this bamboo bathtub looked really shabby to His Highness.
But in this remote village, being able to find such a large bathtub already meant one was considered well-off. Unless it was New Year's Day or some important occasion, even people like Tao Yi would not be willing to use this wooden tub for bathing.
First, it was troublesome. It often took several rounds of boiling water to fill the tub halfway. They were not idle people. They had work to do every day. How could they have the energy to take care of the tub? Second, boiling water in this way was really a waste of firewood.
After the hot water was ready, His Highness asked Xiaoman to ask Tao Yiru, who was locked in the room, for bath beans. Through a small window, Tao Yiru asked back unhappily, "Bath beans, what bath beans? You northerners are really particular. If you want to clean your body, just go to the fields and chop some straw, burn a handful of ash and dissolve it in hot water."
Xiaoman still said the same thing: "My master said that there is no perfume powder, and bath beans are barely enough."
Tao Yiru was completely puzzled: "Why don't you go ask around in this village, which family has bath beans and perfume powder? Those are things that only the rich can afford. Here even a piece of soap is a rare thing. We are all men, so why can't we just make do with wood ash?"
Xiaoman was inflexible. Whatever King Yan told him to ask for, he would insist on getting it. He talked with the young widow for a long time without getting along with her, and in the end, Guyu took out a silver hairpin and put it in her hand.
"I bought this in town. It will be a perfect match with the one in your bun. Please accept it and wear it occasionally."
After he finished speaking, he smiled gently again and then asked: "My brother is not sensible and can't speak clearly. I don't mean to annoy you. I came here with my brother just to ask you, besides the ashes of the plants and trees, is there anything else that can be used here?"
He spoke politely, and Tao Yiru's anger finally subsided. She turned around and took out a small box of fat beads from her dressing table: "This is what I used to wash my face."
Gu Yu was about to reach out to take it, but she pulled her hand back slightly: "Let me ask you, what exactly is your master doing here? Where is the mute? Why is he gone? Also, you have locked me and my mother in this room for half an hour. When are you going to let us out?"
Guyu smiled but did not answer, just reached out for the small box.
Tao Yiru snorted coldly: "Listen carefully, even the princes and generals in the capital would never bully others like this. Do you still have laws and disciplines in your eyes?"
"My master is the one who follows the rules and regulations," Guyu replied, "If you want to live, you shouldn't ask too many questions."
Tao Yiru wanted to say something else, but she heard him say, "If you were not afraid of Master Shen being upset, you should not open your mouth to speak right now. Please do not make things difficult for me, and do not make things difficult for Master Shen."
There was hardly any threat in his words, it seemed as if he was just stating a fact. Tao Yiru weighed the matter in her mind and realized that they were all fish on the chopping board now, and if she added sugar instead of vinegar, it would probably not end up well.
So I had to give in and handed him the box of fat beads.
After getting the bath beads, Xiaoman followed him, hesitant to speak, and finally asked him after a long while: "Guyu, where is your face?"
Gu Yu was puzzled by his question: "A silver hairpin in exchange for these bath beads, no matter how you look at it, she is getting the upper hand, right?"
Xiaoman also looked puzzled: "I said your face, why don't you have that face?"
"Oh," Gu Yu rubbed his face. It was rare for him to let this face out to breathe, but he always felt a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable. "I just asked His Highness to hand it over."
He had just followed up the mountain, and was afraid that he would not be able to meet His Highness, so he had to wait halfway up the mountain. When Prince Yan saw the leather on his face, his face first turned dark, and then he asked him to tear it off immediately.
Although Guyu didn't know why, he still took off the mask obediently.
"Has Shen Que seen this face of yours?"
Just as he was about to answer, he heard a baby crying deep in the forest. Worried that something had happened to Shen, Prince Yan took them to rush over. So until now, Guyu didn't know why His Highness suddenly wanted to give up his face.
"What does your Highness want to do with that leather?"
"Who knows? Don't say too much."
There was a lot of steam in the side room.
His Highness lifted the bed curtain and untied the restraints on the mute's hands. He was afraid that the mute would run away again, so he had to tie him up even if he was going out to give an order.
Then, he leaned over and picked him up by the waist. However, Chen had almost never been hugged like this in his life. The sudden feeling of weightlessness in mid-air made his heart beat faster, and he subconsciously climbed onto Xie Shiguan's neck.
The prince carried him to the tub filled with hot water, and then asked in a low voice, "Do you want to take care of yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
Shen was stunned for a moment and did not answer immediately.
"Um?"
Xie Shiguan had no patience. After waiting for only half a moment, he could not wait any longer and simply immersed himself in the water along with his inner clothes.
The water was too hot, and Shen shivered noticeably when he entered. His exposed skin soon turned red, and his completely wet inner garment stuck to his body as if covered by a layer of fog.
There was a low bamboo stool in the bathtub. The hot water did not reach up to two inches below Shen Que's shoulders. The hot steam scalded the dumb man's eyes.
It's so wet that it hurts.
His injured leg wrapped in gauze could not touch water, so Xie Shiguan held his ankle and asked him to put his leg on the edge of the bucket.
Such an inappropriate posture really embarrassed the mute, and he wished he could sink into the water.
"They are all worn," Xie Shiguan suddenly leaned over, nose to nose, and asked knowingly, "How do I wash them?"
…………
The wet underwear was half-removed and placed on Shen's ankle which was buried in the water. There was clearly not a speck of dust on his body, but Xie Shiguan insisted that he was dirty.
But Shen didn't like to touch himself, especially that place, which was his humiliation and the place he hated the most and was most unwilling to look at.
Precisely because he had never touched it before, he couldn't help it after just two touches, and had to hold the edge of the bucket with both hands to prevent himself from slipping down.
Xie Shiguan leaned down, kissed the corner of his eyes, then the tip of his nose, and finally his lips, making him wet and hot all over.
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