Chapter 4: A Great Humiliation
Chen Yanheng was holding an adult man, and his steps were very steady, without even breathing heavily.
An Qin was always on guard, holding a hidden weapon in his hand, ready to strike at any time.
After entering the dormitory, Anqin was thrown onto the bed.
He had suffered several losses on this bed. He looked calmly at the place where the iron ball was ejected last time, got out of bed without hesitation, and hugged the man who carried him back.
"Hmm~"
A soft hum came from his nose. He didn't dare to speak for fear that others would hear him. After all, officials were cunning and insidious, especially the old fox in front of him.
Chen Yanheng took advantage of the situation and hugged him. With one hand, he slid down the man's open collar and squeezed his waist. With the other hand, he lifted the hem of his shirt and touched a layer of pants.
He is still a conservative and old-fashioned little assassin.
Chen Yanheng lowered his head and teased him in his ear: "You wear so much, just want me to take it off myself, right?"
"Yeah." What the hell!
This damn pervert!
An Qin's eyelids twitched, and he embraced the man's neck in response, waving the half-finger-thick steel needle hidden in his hand and stabbing it towards the back of Shen Yanheng's head.
Shen Yanheng noticed his movements from the corner of his eye, and quickly retracted his hand, fanning it behind his head with his folding fan.
The folding fan was made of iron and specially made by a blacksmith. The steel needle and the dagger could not pierce it at all. Instead, the force of the attack hit the back of his head through the fan. He staggered and kissed the assassin on the mouth.
It tastes good. Even the most ruthless assassin has a soft tongue.
Chen Yanheng ignored the dull pain from the fan hitting the back of his head and feigned surprise: "So impatient?"
"court death!"
Seeing that he was exposed, An Qin became angry and attacked with a palm, creating distance between them.
"You're trying every way to get close to me, and you still refuse to admit that you've admired me for a long time."
Chen Yanheng touched the small groove on the iron folding fan that was pierced by the steel needle, and thought to himself that his method and strength were really cruel. Even he, the owner of the villa, could not bear it. If the workmanship of this fan was worse, he would have died here today.
An Qin glared at him sinisterly, took a step back, turned his head to the side and tore off the disguise on his face. He quickly put on the beard he had prepared long ago, and smeared rouge on his handsome face. His handsome face turned red, and he looked like Guan Gong reincarnated.
Chen Yanheng was so disgusted by the appearance that he couldn't bear to look at it, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!"
"Die!"
With a roar of rage, An Qin drew out the soft sword from his waist and swung it with all his might. The boneless soft sword shook and became straight and firm.
This sword was given to him by Fengyue Villa after he assassinated his target for the first time. Others' first gifts were all gold, silver and jewelry, but he was the only one with a unique weapon. The owner of the villa must have high hopes for him.
Now that he has been sent to kill the current Grand Tutor, he must not fail again!
Today he will use the sword given by the manor owner to kill the person the manor owner ordered to be killed!
An Qin swung his sword and stabbed.
The moment he activated his internal strength, his body softened uncontrollably.
"Bang—"
When the inky soft sword fell to the ground, An Qin suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap. There was something wrong with the fragrance of the flower!
Chen Yanheng smiled and stepped forward to catch him whose limbs were weak.
"My dear, I am a good man who keeps himself clean. Before the next assassination, you must find out everything."
If he hadn't lured this little assassin into the trap, how could he have allowed those people from brothels to enter his house.
A man could marry at sixteen, but he was already twenty-six, and he hadn't even found a wife yet, perhaps because he was keeping his virginity for the sake of this young assassin. Now that his revenge had been achieved, he was definitely going crazy.
"you……"
"What's the point of lying on my roof? Come over openly next time. How can I deny you entry?"
Chen Yanheng leaned over and picked up the soft young man in his arms, grinning, and carried him to the bed with a proud look.
I killed him three times, so it's time to collect some interest.
An Qin completely fainted.
When he woke up again, it was already light outside the window, and the room was bright even without turning on the lights. An Qin estimated the time and it should be just after 3 p.m.
He actually fell into the trap of that old fox and fell into a coma for a whole day!
He didn't kill himself?
Could it be...!
Only last night did he open the door to a new world and learn how men behave with each other. An Qin felt that unspeakable place with horror, but didn't find any discomfort, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
No humiliation.
But that scoundrel didn't take advantage of the situation?
During the years of assassination, An Qin had seen many couples who had been through thick and thin and people who had been blinded by love, but it was puzzling that Chen Yanheng knew that he was an assassin and yet he still spared his life!
It is nonsense to say that this old fox likes him. No one would like an assassin who licks blood on the tip of a knife.
What's more, the owner of the manor has ordered that he must kill him.
An Qin's eyes were complicated, he frowned, turned over and tried to run.
A series of crisp jingling sounds were heard.
Only then did he realize that his hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the bed, and he was lying flat on his back in a "spread" shape. The shackles were made of iron and he couldn't get rid of them without a key.
An Qin gritted his teeth and struggled hard, his wrist was immediately rubbed raw, but he did not stop and continued to struggle while enduring the pain.
Even if he loses a layer of skin and flesh, he will run away first. If he falls into the hands of the assassination target, it may be more than just losing a layer of skin.
Especially that person... he is a completely dirty lunatic!
The tightly closed door was pushed open with a creaky sound. Chen Yanheng, dressed in red, asked everyone in the yard to leave, walked in, and locked the door.
The bright red clothes made his skin look even whiter, and his elegant and gentle appearance added a touch of romance. He looked at the person on the bed with affection and revealed a happy smile.
Before he could fully smile, his sight suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright red. The wrists of the person on the bed had been rubbed raw by the shackles. The widest part of his wrists had been squeezed into the shackles and curled up, squeezing them until they were red and swollen with blood.
Chen Yanheng frowned, strode over, undid the shackles, grabbed the wrists, and blew on them with a look of heartache.
"I blame myself. I forgot you were a fierce assassin and didn't even give you anything to cushion your wounds."
He picked up the dagger on the bedside table and cut the hem of his clothes. He sprinkled medicine on the wound, wrapped his wrist, and then continued to put the shackles back on.
He had to be tortured. The assassin from Fengyue Villa was very good at escaping. He could untie all kinds of knots and let the person run away.
An Qin stared at him and continued to struggle like a dead fish.
Chen Yanheng filled the gap between his wrists and the shackles with fine fabrics. He was satisfied only when he could no longer struggle and find any injuries.
He picked up the dagger on the bedside table and waved it dangerously in front of Anqin's vigilant eyes.
Chen Yanheng smiled and raised his eyebrows, cut the young man's belt, and used the cold blade to push the troublesome lapel to the sides.
His chest was suddenly exposed to the air, and An Qin's chest heaved violently. He clenched his fists in humiliation.
It turns out that they wanted to wait until he woke up before raping and humiliating him!
It’s really... despicable!
Shen Yanheng's fingertips moved down his chest inch by inch, and when he came across a crack, he peeled off the soft skin. His palm was sticky from the pig skin, and he took a look. His clean palm was covered with dirty rouge.
Chen Yanheng stood up and brought over a basin of water. He smiled and said, "Are you afraid that I'll dislike your wound and think it's ugly, so you put on so much powder?"
Nonsense!
The scar is clearly his medal of honor as an assassin, but it's a pity that it's not on his face, otherwise the owner of the manor would know at a glance how loyal and fearless he is!
An Qin's lips trembled, and he turned his head away. "You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."
"You are so handsome, how could I bear to touch you." Chen Yanheng washed his hands, wiped off the paint on his body, and stroked the uneven scar with his fingertips, coaxing him gently, "It's so heartbreaking. How did you get this injury? Tell me, my lord, I will avenge you."
An Qin pursed his lips, looking as if he was not going to speak again even if he was beaten to death.
Chen Yanheng had plenty of ways to deal with him: "If you continue to be a little mute, I will..."
The dagger pierced the waistband of his pants, and a cool breeze blew in. An Qin opened his eyes and glared at him, while Chen Yanheng raised the corners of his mouth and curled his eyes.
This is not a secret that cannot be told, and the owner of the manor has already wiped them out.
An Qin said expressionlessly, "On the way back, he was ambushed."
"Who did it?"
"Former Minister of War."
Former Minister of War Huang Chongwen had connections with the enemy country and had taken countless lives in his more than 20 years as an official. An Qin received a mission to assassinate the person who was at the handover between the two countries and bring back evidence of that person's secret collusion. However, on the way back, he was intercepted by Huang Chongwen's men. If the owner of the manor had not had the foresight to send someone to pick him up, he might not have come back that time.
Afterwards, Huang Chongwen's crimes were made public, his property was confiscated and he was sentenced to death. Huang Chongwen died in prison the day before his execution. People said that he committed suicide out of fear of being paraded through the streets and beheaded. Only An Qin knew that he killed Huang Chongwen with his own hands.
His first task after recovering from his injury was to kill Huang Chongwen.
That was the opportunity for revenge given to him by the owner of the manor. An Qin knew that the owner of the manor had always been such a gentle and delicate person.
Chen Yanheng was surprised and asked, "What a coincidence! Do you know who reported the Minister of War?"
An Qin had no idea who had reported him, but without the owner of the manor's irrefutable evidence, a third-rank minister with countless cronies in the court could not be brought down by just a memorial.
"I was the one who reported you as the Minister of War, and I also led people to raid your house. In some mysterious way, I avenged you. We are truly destined to be together."
An Qin didn't want to pay any attention to this shameless old fox who took all the credit for himself.
Chen Yanheng used a knife to pry open An Qin's waistband and found another layer inside. He couldn't help but think of the little assassin who was wearing only a nightgown to keep cool last night, and laughed.
Every failure is a learning experience.
An Qin was embarrassed and annoyed, his eyes burning with anger: "I've already told you!"
"Yes, but I didn't promise to let you go." Chen Yanheng was amused by his innocent look and blinked at him innocently. "Your master doesn't seem to be that good either. How could he teach an assassin like you to be so naive and trust what others say? Do you know what will happen to you?"
Both layers of his pants were torn. An Qin struggled and shouted, "Despicable!"
The owner is the best person!
"Yes, I am despicable, I am vulgar, I am shameless, and I am unreasonable." Chen Yanheng agreed to all of them and pushed the pants to the sides, leaving the young man on the bed with nothing.
"Come, let the despicable and shameless Taifu kiss you~"
Poor An Qin was naked, shaking with anger, his face as black as ash, but he clenched his teeth tightly, but was still forced to kiss her on the face.
"Don't act so ugly next time. My heart was trembling just now."
He is indeed a lecher!
He should dress even uglier next time!
An Qin glared at him fiercely.
"You killed me three times and scared me once. Tell me, how should I punish you?"
The sharp, cold dagger slid across the skin and stopped in the middle of the thigh.
Suddenly, a knife was placed against his vitals. An Qin widened his eyes in disbelief, and cursed vulgarly.
Chen Yanheng said, "What's so good about being an assassin? You'll be exposed to the wind and blood. If you stay here and become my Taifu's wife, I will marry you tomorrow."
Shameless villain, he would never betray the owner of the manor!
"I really like you, little assassin." Chen Yanheng said affectionately, "It was love at first sight."
An Qin didn't believe it at all and closed his eyes tightly.
"Well, if you call me something nice, I'll consider playing it again."
An Qin was unwilling to speak and continued to play dead.
He will never believe this man's lies again!
"Tsk." Chen Yanheng couldn't pry open the assassin's mouth. He turned the dagger over and said sadly, "You are so loyal, but what can your master give you?"
The owner of the manor is naturally a million times better than this dog official of yours.
"He didn't even come to save you, and I've actually let you go twice. Shouldn't I repay him for saving my life with my body?"
An Qin straightened his body, turned his head away and ignored his provocation, looking as if he was ready to die.
Let him be castrated, anyway... he has no intention of getting married!
"You just take advantage of the fact that I'm reluctant to touch you and become arrogant because of my favor."
The sharp blade moved, and An Qin trembled uncontrollably. He didn't feel any agonizing pain, but instead felt a little itchy, like scraping.
The rustling sound continued to be heard, and the dagger was still moving around in that circle, threatening his descendants at all times.
With his eyes closed, the fear was magnified. He didn't know when the knife would fall. An Qin wanted to see what he was doing. After opening his eyes, he felt like he was struck by lightning.
His... fur!
What a shame and humiliation!
Strange! Shameful! Humiliating! Humiliating!
An Qin's eyes were red, and his cold cheeks flushed with anger.
Shen Yanheng retracted the dagger and blew gently.
The hair shaved from the young man's abdomen was blown aside.
An Qin was fair and handsome, he could not get tanned and he could not gain weight. At this moment, he was lying on the bed with his clothes in disarray, not knowing whether he was ashamed or annoyed. His body gradually turned a light pink, like a piece of soft mutton-fat jade. No one who saw him would think of him as an "assassin".
"Much prettier." Chen Yanheng touched the naked "little assassin" and found it felt good. Satisfied, he pulled off the coarse fleece sheets, climbed onto the bed, and hugged the completely naked assassin. "Will you come and kill me next time?"
His tone was reluctant, as if asking whether he would come to see him next time.
An Qin was shaking with anger and turned his head away in shame.
Kill! He must kill him!
Chen Yanheng smiled and turned his stubborn head back. He rubbed his red lower lip with his fingertips, stepped forward and kissed it, biting it lightly, and whispered, "Sleep with me, and I'll let you go tomorrow morning. Be more restrained next time. If I die, you, the assassin, will really be a widow."
【Author’s words】
Shen·When he got crazy, he even cursed himself·Yan Heng: Your master is not good enough, why don’t you follow me
An Qin: Duanxiu, it’s really terrifying!
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