Konoha Aogen

Chapter 47: Sleep

That night, Afterimage did not visit Gui Moth in prison as he did every day.

At this time, Gui Mo's injuries were almost healed, except for the deepest scar at the base of his leg that had not been healed yet, causing a dull pain from time to time. He no longer needs help from others for daily tasks such as pacing and relieving himself. She could get dressed long ago, but she refused to wear prison uniform, so the guards had no choice but to let her wear a pale rose dress and show off her arrogance inside the iron bars.

When her body was able to move, Zhou Lian was forced to perform routine inspections on key points on her body twice a day. At first, Zhou Lian thought that this was an excuse to torture herself, but she didn't expect that the hands of this fierce ghost seemed to be gentler than anything else in the world.

Zhou Lian didn't notice the strangeness in this gentleness, but she didn't care. Some people talk to her, some ask her to serve and take care of her, and some treat her as a living person instead of an impossible task. She was content, even a little happy.

What Zhou Lian is more worried about at this time is: after Gui Moth, who seems to like her very much, is released from prison, the afterimage of him who doesn't like her very much will probably not come back again. At that time, I was left alone, facing the cold iron fence and the cold guards. How should I endure it?

"Look, you're homeless too. It's so pitiful. When I get out, I'll talk to the young master. Are you willing to let you follow me and be a personal servant girl?" Gui Mo did not follow Ye Xuan's instructions. She sent an invitation to Zhou Lian in advance and even made some tampering without authorization.

When Zhou Lian heard these words, she felt a sweet rain falling from the sky into her heart and spleen: "Master Moth, can I...?"

"I'm not completely sure, so I'll try my best to help you." Gui Mo was overjoyed when he saw his hand. He pretended to be embarrassed and enjoyed the comfort of showing kindness.

"Thank you, Lord Mo, thank you! I did that to you, and you are still willing to help me, I..."

Seeing that Zhou Lian didn't know what to say, Gui Mo kindly helped her cut off her words: "I have a very bad temper, and you will inevitably be beaten and scolded by me from time to time. Have you thought clearly?"

"Yeah. As long as...if you can, don't use that one." Thinking of the two pure white goats, Zhou Lian retreated a little. She really couldn't figure out whether it was better to stay outside in a humane place and suffer some cruel torture from time to time, or to be trapped in a dark room like a ghost and not feel numb or itchy?

Ghost Moth smiled softly, with a hint of naughtiness: "That depends on your performance. If you don't burn me, I won't lick you. If not... I won't let the sheep lick you."

"If you don't burn it, you definitely won't burn it!" Zhou Lian felt as if she had been pardoned, and felt even more grateful to Gui Moth.

If you complete the task ahead of schedule, can you get out of prison earlier? Ghost Moth slept very soundly that night.

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On the night when Gui Mo conquered Zhou Lian, Mu Qing'er sat on the soft couch in the bedroom and looked at Ye Xuan seriously: "Young master, please punish me."

"Sister, what are you doing?" Ye Xuan asked knowingly. He thought he was asking questions knowingly. "I said I don't blame you...it doesn't have to be like this."

"Anyway, you can punish me." Mu Qing'er didn't answer, but insisted.

"Okay..." Ye Xuan thought it was just for the hint of darkness that Lin Jue pointed out. Mu Qing'er could no longer distinguish, and was too lazy to distinguish what she was doing.

She stood up and walked a few steps, opened the "grey sandalwood wardrobe" that was not filled with clothes, pants, and cloaks, and took out the soft whip that was not specially made for afterimages, but was almost only used to clean up afterimages.

"I don't want to use this." Ye Xuan firmly refused. He knew very well that Mu Qing'er was missing something when he made this soft whip. He didn't want to bully his senior sister like that, and he didn't want to be used as someone's substitute.

"Little Moth gave you the flute, where do you put it?" Mu Qing'er didn't know when her birthday was, and she was even more tired of being bothered by birthday celebrations and gifts. Gui Mo insisted on giving Mu Qing a gift on July 19th every year. A gift for my son. Mu Qing'er was annoyed by being sent away and scolded her severely once. Ghost Moth cried for many days, but still persisted in the next year. Mu Qing'er had no choice but to endure it.

Over the years, a small room in the north row of the "Qingyuan" had to be dedicated to stacking the gifts given to her by Gui Moth. Although Mu Qing'er was bored, Ye Xuan was very interested. Every year, he would look at and play with the things given by Ghost Moth, and he would secretly be jealous of them. The purple bamboo flute from the year before last had an excellent grip, and he had practiced it as a "short stick" and a "pointing prong" for several days, so he was deeply impressed.

"I can't remember, they should be all in one place, right? I'll look for them." Mu Qing'er responded.

"I'll go."

Mu Qing'er's residence is basically Ye Xuan's residence. He is more familiar with this place than "Xuanyuan". The small room filled with gifts had a maid responsible for sorting it out, and it was quite orderly. It was not difficult to find the things collected "the year before last".

After a while, Ye Xuan returned to the bedroom holding the two-foot-long, ancient and gentle purple bamboo flute. But they saw that Mu Qing'er had taken off her outer robe and was wearing a light and comfortable plain white shirt and trousers. She was standing in the middle of the greenhouse, with the soft snow-white fur under her feet playfully peeking out from between the toes of her bare feet.

Ye Xuan, who was wearing light ink pajamas, stood beside Mu Qing'er holding a flute. Both of them were a little at a loss.

Even if she was naked in front of Ye Xuan, Mu Qing'er was not shy, but being punished by him was an experience she had never experienced before. Therefore she did not strip herself of her clothes, as if she were frivolous

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The silk floss can not only cover her graceful body, but also lightly cover her embarrassment.

Ye Xuan didn't know what to do. He almost blurted out the sentence "How do you feel more comfortable?" but swallowed it alive. Of course he knows, in fact, anything will work, but what should it do?

"How do you treat Xiaoying on weekdays?" This question is still very ridiculous. He regretted a little, why did he have to take the initiative to quit every time when his senior sister dealt with Xiaoying? Why not take a look and learn? Anyway, Xiaoying doesn't have any shame.

"There's no fixed formula. Let her lean on the table." Mu Qing'er pointed to a section of wooden table extending next to the "dressing table".

Mu Qing'er doesn't apply rouge or perfume, but her dressing table is extremely spacious. She doesn't like dressing up, she likes emptiness. I like that the originally dazzling dressing table only contained combs, wooden hairpins and hair ties; I like that the dressing table, which is far from being used to its full potential, has expanded to the side and extended into a completely useless wooden table. In fact, this is the kind of dressing table only used by actors who "need to change their makeup several times in one night."

"You are just like her." Ye Xuan said weakly.

"Yes." Mu Qing'er walked slowly to the dressing table obediently and leaned over the table. The buttocks that are strong and plump but not as fat as a ghost moth are slightly raised, the slender and straight legs hang to the ground, and the hands are naturally and awkwardly held tightly under the high nose. Such a gesture made Ye Xuan couldn't help but have some inappropriate thoughts.

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It wasn't until noon the next day that Mu Qing'er suddenly woke up. In the hazy moment, Ye Xuan was sitting on the head of the bed, watching deeply, or rather... observing himself. This inquiring and appreciative look made her a little at a loss: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Since 'that night', I have never seen you sleep so soundly." Ye Xuan said softly with some comfort and some heartache: "Could it be that what happened last night can help you sleep peacefully?"

"I don't know either. I just remember...the princess used to punish me, but later she couldn't do it, and she didn't want me anymore." Her tone was calm, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her heart.

"So...should I punish you more in the future?" Ye Xuan asked softly.

Mu Qing'er endured the remaining pain in her hips and legs, struggled to sit up straight and looked at Ye Xuan. After a moment, she smiled lightly: "The princess wouldn't ask that, you don't have to imitate her."

Ye Xuan was displeased and frowned: "I didn't learn from her! Just because I'm not her...so, I will ask."

"Yes." Mu Qing'er avoided his gaze and nodded slowly.

"Which sentence did you respond to?" Ye Xuan said with a bitter smile.

"Yeah." Mu Qing'er responded again, this time he understood.

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