When the storm took the script

Wen Jingxing was speechless for a while, and the two scenes before and after the dark nine flashed in his brain, and his brain began to hurt again, so he was silent for a second, "You take off the... jade plug first."

An Jiu gritted her teeth, bleeding from her lips, her voice trembling: "This subordinate dare not."

The person in front of him is uncertain, last time he said gently to let him take it down, and don't bully him anymore, but after he took it down, he would be punished more severely. Only then did An Jiu know that this was just a game.

In Wen Jingxing's living environment, he had never encountered such a person as An Jiu. He always said what he said, and he was even more ordered in the army. He never had to repeat a sentence a second time.

He didn't change his identity for a while, his tone was low, and he frowned and said, "If I tell you to take it, you can take it."

An Jiu's head was almost hanging down under the quilt, and his loose hair covered most of his face, and his voice was pleading: "Master... the subordinates like it."

Do you like this look?

Wen Jingxing was forced to be at a loss for words.

One month is neither long nor short, even if Anjiu's body is broken, it is not to the point of being inseparable from others. Because of Wen Jingxing's health, the Hou's mansion hired many experienced doctors at a high price, maybe it is serious Doctors can't cure this kind of disease. Traveling doctors in the world are well-informed, and there will always be someone who understands with a huge reward.

As long as I care about him and An Jiu takes a good rest, it is not impossible to recover.

But the most urgent thing is to remove the source, even if it is not soaked in medicine, it will be uncomfortable if it is soaked overnight.

Thinking of this, Wen Jingxing lifted the quilt and lay down next to An Jiu again. The man trembled slightly as he approached with half-drowned eyelashes. He wanted to escape but didn't dare, like a little beast whose throat was strangled. , poorly not.

"Don't be afraid."

Wen Jingxing tried his best to make his voice gentle, but it was the first time in the past 30 years that Yan Wang's face made this expression, not only did it not comfort people, but it seemed more threatening.

An Jiu felt his temperature, and closed his eyes resignedly, only to feel the icy cold fingers slid across his skin, causing ripples. He had been punished many times, but he couldn't get rid of his nervousness. His body tensed up more and more.

The bedtime rules were taught by his mother, and he had already made preparations before nightfall. The person in front of him was his master, and also his... husband.

But An Jiu was still afraid.

It has been a month since they got married, and a man has never been so close to him. He always makes him kneel, or exposes him in a more unbearable posture, so that it is easier to use those instruments of torture on him.

The closer the man got, the more his body trembled uncontrollably, his mind was still extremely clear, what the nanny taught him back then was still vivid in his memory, he gritted his teeth, and the time passed by, seeing that the man still couldn't find him. Seeing that, he turned sideways and lifted it up.

Wen Jingxing was taken aback for a moment, before he touched An Jiu's body with his fingers, he didn't dare.

Dally thinking about letting him do it by himself, just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a cold object hit his palm.

He touched it slightly with his fingertips, maybe he used a little more force, or that place was already sensitive, but Anjiu's body trembled even more, and a muffled groan escaped from his lips.

In the night, Wen Jingxing's ears turned red quietly, he coughed twice and quickly took off the jade without thinking about it.

At first he thought this was embarrassing enough, but a crisp sound with bells rang in his ears, which was so clear in the silent night that he couldn't even pretend to be deaf.

Wen Jingxing coughed dryly, blushing spread from his neck to the base of his ears, he turned his head and didn't dare to look at the person under the quilt.

Bowing his head, through the moonlight, the jasper in his hand became more moist, crystal clear, with a rotten medicinal fragrance.

Thinking of where this thing was taken out just now, Wen Jingxing's ice cube face, which has always been called the King of Hades, finally fell, his whole face turned red, and the third embarrassing thing happened, how to deal with this thing? ?

He still has the mentality of a modern person, and he always feels that he has to find a place to hide and throw it away secretly, otherwise he will be discovered by others. As the wife of the Hou Mansion, if he is treated like this by his husband, An Jiu may be pointed at behind his back.

Wen Jingxing was holding the jade in his hand, thinking with a cold face, in An Jiu's view, it was a harbinger of the coming punishment.

It took me so long to think about it...

An Jiu clenched his teeth, this jade can not only be used on him, but also can be used to plug his mouth, after all, he woke up the master, and he should not be allowed to make a sound.

His body trembled imperceptibly, and he opened his mouth: "Master..."

Wen Jingxing looked around for a week, but couldn't find a place where he could destroy the corpse, so he had to throw it into the spittoon nearby. He turned his head to see his mouth open, and subconsciously asked, "Are you hungry?"

This question was extremely simple, but in An Jiu's ears, it was an extremely vile tease. The end of his eyes was shamefully red, and he hung his neck and shook his head with difficulty.

Wen Jingxing glanced at An Jiu again, the plot was not accurate enough to tell him if this person had eaten tonight, he reconfirmed: "Have you had dinner?"

An Jiu is still resigned, without the jade, but the accumulated medicine has already penetrated into the body, compared to just now, his body is more uncomfortable, his whole body is like being eaten by ants, biting his lip , without saying a word, for fear of offending the man in front of him and being punished more severely.

Hearing this inexplicable question suddenly, he shook his head hesitantly.

As a wife, he could have dinner, even when he was hungry, but as a secret guard, he had two meals a day, and if he missed it, it would be gone. The master would hate him when he saw him, and the servants would naturally not treat him as a wife.

An Jiu's movements were insignificant, and Wen Jingxing didn't know whether he ate or not, so he simply stopped entangled in this issue, only to find that this person was biting his teeth all the time because of discomfort.

His lips were bitten to pieces, the previous wounds were superimposed, there was no time to heal and heal, the wounds added to the wounds, the wounds would have healed in a day or two, according to his biting method, Wen Jingxing suspected that pus would develop if the wounds were not healed. sore.

He frowned: "Don't bite."

An Jiu gripped the quilt tightly with both hands, not feeling the pain on her lips at all, and lowered her head uneasily, trying not to block her master's eyes.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Wen Jingxing sighed, briefly sorted out the current situation, and arranged one, two, three things to do next, brushed away the sweat-soaked black hair in front of An Jiu's forehead with his slender fingers, and touched it lightly with his fingers. I'm afraid it will burn people stupid if they continue to burn like this.

Wen Jingxing knew that talking softly to An Jiu would not work, he didn't believe it at all, and would only say "Don't dare" over and over again.

can only say:

"From now on, you are not allowed to say a word. I say you listen, nod if you understand, and shake your head if you don't understand."

After finishing speaking, Wen Jingxing tucked the quilt over An Jiu, leaned over and looked at him intently.

Uncovered by the hair, looking straight into those clear eyes, Anjiu naturally knew how much his expression is now... The vicious culprit, he didn't dare to look at it, and nodded slightly with his anxiously downcast eyes to express his understanding.

"First of all, you are very sick now, and I will find a doctor for you later."

An Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly. He was afraid of doctors. After he checked his pulse last time, he had an extra piece of jade and a bell on his chest that accompanied him every night.

He shouldn't have refused, but the gentle eyes of the person in front of him made him have the courage to refuse for no reason.

"This subordinate is in good health, so I don't dare to bother the master..." After An Jiu finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "This subordinate may infect the master, so go outside and kneel."

"Lie down, don't move!" Wen Jingxing scolded him in a low voice, grabbed his shoulders and stuffed the man under the quilt again, and stuffed a wax gourd candy from the small table beside the couch into his mouth inside.

The original owner is not in good health, he is a medicine jar, his mouth is full of bitterness all year round, and the most indispensable thing in the house is all kinds of desserts.

Sweet taste can relieve people's mood the most, and it can also make him feel a little full. Maybe it can also divert his attention and make An Jiu feel better.

The most important thing is to be able to stop his troublesome mouth.

The sweetness of winter melon candy entered his throat, An Jiu finally freed his poor lips, and put all his thoughts on this candy, a little bit of sweetness made him feel that his physical discomfort seemed to dissipate a lot .

Lord Hou and his wife are generous and kind to their servants, but the rules of the Hou Mansion are strict, and An Jiu's identity is a shadow guard. He has received rigorous training since he was a child, and the food, clothing, and living are all unbearable for ordinary people, and they are comfortable. The environment will only let them relax their vigilance.

So until he was 17 years old, this was the second time he ate candy. The first time was when he almost died in the heavy snow when he was young, and was picked up by the kind Mrs. Hou. pastry.

Keep him in mind until now.

Wen Jingxing saw that An Jiu seemed to be much more comfortable, and his eyes even had a little brilliance, thinking that he really was a child, and a piece of candy could make him happy.

His mood also improved a lot, for fear that he would be reluctant to eat, he put all the pastries on the table that looked sweet and gaudy, all next to him: "After eating what's in your mouth, eat this plate."

Subordinates dare not...

An Jiu restrained his instinct, but still couldn't control his lips parted slightly, Wen Jingxing was afraid that he would say "don't dare" again, so he quickly stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth.

At first, he thought he was used to it, but when the food entered his stomach, An Jiu realized that hunger would never be used to it.

He became more courageous, bit down the piece of soft and sweet jujube cake and swallowed it in small bites, and heard that Jing Xing picked up the topic and continued.

"Secondly, before the doctor comes, I need to open the other one on you, ahem..., the bell may bleed if you use brute force, can you find a way to take it off when you are better?"

An Jiu swallowed the last bite of pastry, pursed her lips and nodded.

"very good."

Wen Jingxing patted him on the shoulder approvingly, searched his memory, took out a box made of seemingly plain sandalwood from somewhere on the couch, and then fumbled for a key from another place.

With a "click", the wooden box was opened.

Unsurprisingly, there are some things that can be called instruments of torture. The strange skills of these ancients have opened the eyes of a modern person. There are many keys inside, big and small, and different shapes. , there are locks everywhere.

Wen Jingxing didn't dare to look closely at An Jiudai's things just now, because he couldn't find the chain hole anywhere, let alone find out the corresponding key at a glance.

Just as he was thinking about what to do, he heard a ringtone behind him.

He tilted his head, and the person wrapped in the quilt had disappeared, and the quilt was placed flat on the spot without even the slightest wrinkle. This move made Wen Jingxing, who has lived in the army all year round, feel ashamed.

"Dark Nine?"

Wen Jingxing turned his head, and the person who was supposed to have a good rest under the quilt knelt silently on the ground with his forehead on the ground.

Wen Jingxing: "..."

so tired.

Didn't you just say it well?

Wen Jingxing was very tired, and resting his forehead with a headache, he put the box in his hand heavily on the small table in front of the bed, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter this time? Talk."

An Jiu didn't need to look up to know that he was angry, his face turned pale, and he whispered: "Master, please allow this subordinate to kneel outside the door."

In this winter, you are sick even if there is a heater in the house, can you stop tossing about it?

Wen Jingxing's complexion was not good-looking, his head really hurt, but he couldn't bear it when facing Shang Anjiu like he was treating a disobedient recruit in the army, he sighed in his heart, and pulled him up to sit On the couch, the voice was a little helpless: "Anjiu, I have a headache, please lie down well."

An Jiu hurriedly said: "This subordinate will ask the master to invite the doctor—"

Now you are not afraid.

Wen Jingxing grabbed his arm, "What are you doing going out like this? I beg you, can you lie down, if you don't toss about, my headache will stop."

"Yes..." An Jiu felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart when his master issued an "order" in such a tone, obediently lifted the quilt, lay down inside, and stared at him helplessly with a pair of black eyes.

Wen Jingxing and him looked at each other, and felt that there were still some things that needed to be said. Whether this person believed it or not, he tried his best to make his tone sound more believable with sincerity: "Anjiu, my name is Wen Jingxing, but it's not the same as before. Wen Jingxing who insulted you, the body is this body, but the soul comes from thousands of years later."

Seeing his bewildered face, Wen Jingxing asked, "Do you know how to borrow a dead body to return to life?"

An Jiu shook his head: "I don't know."

Wen Jingxing asked again: "Have you read the script?"

An Jiu shook his head: "Never."

Wen Jingxing asked again: "Have you heard of storytelling?"

An Jiu still shook his head: "Never."

The lack of textbooks made Wen Jingxing's popular science education more difficult. He forced a smile: "Anyway, you just need to know that I am not the original Wen Jingxing, and you will not bully you again."

An Jiu didn't know what he meant by fabricating such a story, but obeying the master's order was his creed for ten years, he couldn't help but believe what Wen Jing Xing said, and nodded hesitantly.

"Very good." Wen Jingxing's frowning eased a little, and he didn't think much about passing the box in his hand, "Look at which key can unlock the lock on your body."

Seeing the things inside, Anjiu shuddered, and the small warm current flowing through his heart instantly froze into ice, rooting in his heart.

The man is still the same as before, but he is delusional...

"The subordinates dare not stain the master's eyes with something different."

An Jiu only knew that it was impossible to escape the punishment by kneeling outside tonight. He didn't know these things at first, but since ten days ago, men were like now, gently letting him choose, and after using them one by one, he I already know the power of these hideous tools.

An Jiu felt that the pastry he had just swallowed was churning in his stomach, and wanted to vomit, but he dared not, and knelt on the soft couch tremblingly and stretched his hand into the box.

In the end a barbed whip was chosen.

Body whipping is nothing to An Jiu.

"..."

Wen Jingxing took a deep breath, and couldn't explain clearly with this person.

It doesn't matter, he is still young, she is your "wife", not those soldiers, so hold back.

Tomorrow, ask Haitang to buy more Tales of Gods and Ghosts books, and let An Jiu read a book every day, wash his brains for a month or two, and one day he will believe it.

Wen Jingxing successfully washed his brain, suppressed the anger in his chest, and ordered: "Legs, open."

An Jiu lowered his head, and slowly carried out his orders, but his hands were still in front of him.

"Don't block it."

Another order came down.

An Jiu lowered his head, obediently moved his curled hands away, his muscles tensed all over, Wen Jingxing took a closer look, and quickly locked the correct key according to the pattern and material.

He took out the key and threw it on An Jiu, and said in a deep voice, "Open it yourself, put your belongings into this box, and lie down in the quilt before I come back, can it be done?"

Anjiu raised her eyes slightly in surprise, the story the man told just now was clearly a tale of the Arabian Nights, but there was an inaudible voice breaking through the ice in his heart, making him choose to believe, and said in a low and soft voice: "Can..."

Wen Jingxing heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't say he dared not, if he really asked him to take the key to unlock that place for An Jiu, let alone you dare not, neither would I.

Wen Jingxing was afraid that something would happen again, so he hurriedly got out of bed, his steps were a bit heavy like walking outside.

The author has something to say:

Wen Jingxing: I'm so tired...wouldn't it be good to have more trust between people?

Dark Nine: Before the master bullied people, he started making up stories...scared.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 on the other side;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Sturgeon from the other shore and shaken salt;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!