Jiang Qi was extremely shocked when he heard this. He actually never knew about this? !
The princess painted the picture herself?
Or... that kind of painting!
For a moment, a myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind, extremely complicated.
General Lu and Yue Lingfeng had both been in the painting, but he just found out about it!
Jiang Qi stared at the golden cage in front of him, lowered his eyes, and felt inexplicably sad in his heart.
Wen Yu was very patient about this and did not rush him.
Instead, she kissed the corner of his lips, then took her hands back from her waist, pushed aside the hair that was blocking his back, and slowly sat down at the table, admiring the perfect muscle lines on his back.
He picked up the wooden box on the table and started playing with it.
Wen Yu raised the corners of her lips. It was very interesting to just watch this man who was caught in a dilemma.
In fact, instead of thinking about "whether he is willing or not", Jiang Qi was thinking more about "the princess has been teasing him for a long time, why did he only know about it today".
Therefore, the time Jiang Qi spent thinking was much shorter than Wen Yu thought.
As soon as she took a sip of tea and swallowed it, Jiang Qi had already made up his mind and said, "Princess, your humble servant..."
At this time, Liu Qiu's voice came from outside the door: "Princess, Prince Yun is kneeling outside the mansion and asking to see you. He said he wants to apologize to you. We servants can't drive him away."
Jiang Qi: ...
His breath got stuck in his throat and he clenched his fists involuntarily.
Wen Yu remembered that Prince Yun was the idiot who knocked her off the Hunting Tooth Cliff, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
Before she could speak, Jiang Qi frowned and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He was lucky enough not to be taken to the Dali Temple for the crime of murdering the princess, but he actually dared to come and show off in front of the princess?
Jiang Qi said impatiently, "Let him go, the princess and I have something important to do!"
Liu Qiu blinked outside the door. Although Lord Jiang had spoken, she was still waiting for Wen Yu's order.
Wen Yu propped up her chin, looked at Jiang Qi with a half-smile, clapped her hands and said, "Do as Lord Jiang says."
"Yes, Princess."
Jiang Qi pursed his lips and said, "Princess, don't you blame me for overstepping my authority?"
"Because I also want that idiot to get out. Lord Jiang, are you the worm in this princess's stomach?"
Wen Yu stood up, and the two of them got very close.
She poked his chest with her fingertips and said teasingly with a smile: "Master Jiang, did you just say that you had something important to do with this princess?"
Jiang Qi held down her rebellious hand and spoke in a deep voice what had just been interrupted by the announcement.
As if he was afraid of being interrupted again, he spoke much faster, and seemed to be impatient.
"Princess, I am willing to be the person in your painting."
So far, among the men who love the princess openly or secretly, only General Lu and Yue Lingfeng have entered the princess's painting, and the rest are not qualified.
And now he is the third one. It is his honor and also a great reward from the princess.
Wen Yu's lips curled up with a hint of satisfaction when she heard that. The two looked at each other and kissed each other tacitly.
Wen Yu was not at all surprised by his answer.
While kissing him, Wen Yu pushed Jiang Qi into the golden cage and gently untied his waistband.
The sudden feeling of emptiness made Jiang Qi's eyelashes tremble slightly.
This was the first time he had given himself to the princess so openly.
Wen Yu slightly pulled back her lips and tongue, lowered her eyes and looked at him, with a smile on her lips, but her tone was light: "Master Jiang, kneel down."
Jiang Qi's heart was beating wildly, his eyes fixed on Wen Yu, he slowly knelt down, his line of sight gradually shifting from high to low, looking up.
"Princess……"
Wen Yu leaned over, lifted his arms, and handcuffed his wrists neatly.
Jiang Qi's arms were hung up by black iron. He looked up at Wen Yu devoutly without any struggle.
But the extremely cold touch made his breathing quicken.
Black iron has always been used on criminals...
But now the princess used it on him.
"Princess……"
Wen Yu raised her index finger and put it on his lips: "Shhh——"
She stripped Jiang Qi naked with her own hands, then threw his shoes and pants behind the screen, and finally handcuffed his bony ankles with a smile on her face.
"Master Jiang, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Wen Yu squatted down and kissed his ear.
Jiang Qi shook his head tremblingly.
Wen Yu stroked his cheek and moved her fingers upward to untie his hairband.
In an instant, the half-tied black hair fell down like a waterfall, covering Jiang Qi's back.
The broken hair stuck to his cheeks, showing a hint of messy beauty.
Wen Yu stood up and walked out of the golden cage.
Jiang Qi followed her closely with his eyes. He saw Wen Yu pick up the small wooden box on the table and take out a gold hollow ball from it. The pattern was so exquisite that it could be called a work of art.
Jiang Qi: ...
"Princess..." he said hoarsely, "This pill is for prisoners."
Wen Yu shook her finger when she heard that, and put the pill to her lips and kissed it: "This pill is specially customized for my little canary."
As she spoke, she lifted Jiang Qi's chin, and his testicles dangled in the air.
"Do you like it?"
Jiang Qi's throat tightened: "I like it."
The princess specially made it for him, how could he not like it?
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu gently put the pill into his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head.
Jiang Qi held the pill in his mouth, with the tip of his tongue completely restrained. His serious yet gentle eyes fell on Wen Yu's face.
Seeing how well-behaved he was, Wen Yu couldn't help but kiss him on the corner of his mouth.
Finally, he took out a short brush and the prepared gold powder from the wooden box.
Jiang Qi looked over with a puzzled look, but Wen Yu had already dipped the pen in gold powder and the tip of the pen rested on his brow.
The cold touch made Jiang Qi purse his lips, but he stood still and let Wen Yu do what she wanted.
After a while, a golden feather totem appeared between his eyebrows.
Wen Yu blew gently and nodded with satisfaction.
Then different totem lines representing the sparrow were drawn at the corners of his eyes, collarbone, and waistline.
As Wen Yu's pen moved, the body gradually became filled with a strange beauty.
Jiang Qi's already extremely tense body trembled violently.
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