Master's heart

In the early morning of the next day, a group of people left Qingfeng Village and headed towards the desert.

Originally, Boss Qing planned to rent a carriage for Wen Luo. Anyway, the business was not in a hurry, and it would not be a few days too late to take the carriage, but under Wen Luo's insistence, he gave up the idea.

He was only matched with a more docile horse, hoping that he could sit more comfortably. In fact, in the subconscious of Boss Qing, he still regarded Wen Luo as a protected person, so when the large army started to march, he was Wen Luo's riding skills were frightening.

Several tall horses were galloping through the forest, mixed with the men's powerful shouts, echoing in the mountains and forests, shaking the flowers and plants, and Wen Luo bowed slightly, walking in the front, his gray-blue gown fluttered in the cold wind Being scratched, there was a little imperceptible domineering on the innocent face.

"Drive!" He gave a long shout, which attracted countless echoes.

Boss Qing followed closely behind, frowned and glanced at his buttocks. He knew better than anyone else that Wen Luo's injury was serious, and the pain must have been excruciating when he rode the horse so bumpy, but Wen Luo didn't show any signs of it. When he came out, only a few drops of sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Boss Qing whipped his whip, and suddenly realized that Wen Yueliang was really not a woman. He could no longer treat him like a woman. He was much stronger and unfathomable than he imagined.

"Wen Yue, I seem to have underestimated you!" Boss Qing flew to his side, his voice amplified by the wind.

"My name is...Wen Mingyue." Wen Luo glanced sideways at him, showing a completely different smile.

"What's the difference between the bright moon and the moon?" Boss Qing was infected by his smile and couldn't help grinning too.

"Are you afraid that I will run away on horseback like this?" Wen Luo's foot left the stirrup and swayed slightly towards him.

"Don't be afraid, you can't run away."

Boss Qing leaned towards him, confidently said: "You can give it a try."

Wen Luo didn't say anything, just smiled.

Maybe he has been locked up for a long time, just smelling the air outside the cottage can make him feel relaxed and smile more, he can no longer see the boss clearly, his eyes are squinted by the wind, but his expression Seemingly enjoying the feeling of being blown by the wind, he couldn't help but raise his head.

Boss Qing looked away, frowned, and looked at his expression of enjoying freedom like that, why did that feeling of self-blame appear in his heart again?

He shook his head, clenched the rein in his hand, and couldn't help but look at Wen Luo beside him along the way.

The horse raced all day long, and when it was close to midnight, the men found a village where they could stay. There were about dozens of families in the small village, and the doors were already closed in the middle of the night. Chong took the lead in knocking on the doors of several houses.

But as soon as he opened the door and saw these men with murderous faces, they all thought they had been robbed, trembling with fright, begging them to give his family a way to survive.

After finding several households in this way, they all ended up in this way. Boss Qing was so sleepy that he couldn't help losing his temper, rolled up his sleeves, and went to knock on the door himself with big strides.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sound of opening the door in the small courtyard, and the owner pulled the shoes closer and opened the door complaining: "Who, so..."

"My brothers haven't rested all day, do you have a place here?" Boss Qing asked with a slap in the face.

"Hero... Hero, I will give you whatever you want, don't rob my house!" The man knelt down in fright.

"Who is going to steal your house?" Boss Qing frowned, "I want to sleep..."

"It's not okay to sleep with my wife, you might as well kill me." The man had tears and snot on his face.

"Hey, you don't understand..." Boss Qing hissed and rolled up his sleeves.

"You scared him." Wen Luo took a step to grab Boss Qing's arm, stood in front of him, gave him a warning look, then turned around to help the frightened man, and smiled friendlyly, "Aren't we The one who robbed was just passing through your village and wanted to stay overnight, I don’t know if this elder brother is convenient?”

"Borrow...borrow..."

"If you are worried, we can leave the horses and weapons outside. If we need money, we can also give it." Wen Luo helped the man stand upright. His smile was friendly and gentle, and his voice was soft, as if to dispel his fear .

The man looked at him suspiciously, the trembling became less severe, and Wen Luo said again: "If there is no extra space, we can stay in the yard overnight."

"There is a place, but..." The man timidly glanced at the person behind him.

"They just look more vicious, not bad people." Wen Luo stepped back and tugged at the boss's sleeve.

"Uh... yes, he's not a bad guy." Boss Qing grinned artificially, showing his big white teeth.

The man suddenly shook his shoulders again, took a step back, held the door and looked at the few people back and forth, seeing that their faces were indeed tired, as if they had been driving for a day, and then thought that if they were really robbers, they would count themselves as robbers. If they don't agree, they have the ability to break in and rob, so the man hesitated for a long time, then finally nodded and opened the door, "Then you...stay here."

"Thank you, big brother." Wen Luo nodded and smiled.

"Thank you!" Boss Qing nodded and led the men to squeeze in.

A couple lived in the farmhouse. They were timid but simple. Although they were afraid of these big and three rough men, they still entertained them thoughtfully. They specially boiled hot water for them to relieve their fatigue and cooked a pot of porridge.

The men who had been hungry for a day rushed forward with red eyes and drank thinly. Wen Luo thanked them repeatedly, and after sending the couple away, they also drank a small bowl. fell asleep.

There are three tile-roofed houses in the small farmhouse, and the couple lived in one.

Boss Qing took one room as it should, and brought Wen Luo along with him. The other five men complained that they were squeezed into one room. Although it was the beginning of August and the weather was humid and hot, the tired men still Squeezed and fell asleep.

Wen Luo was also tired. He tidied up and washed and was about to fall asleep, but the wound under his body began to hurt, and he couldn't fall asleep with his back folded. Wen Luo, who was forced to share the bed with Qing Boss, turned over silently, and his back was covered with sweat. get wet.

Boss Qing woke up with a hesitant sound, and put his arms around his waist in a daze, and stuck to him regardless of whether it was hot or not, but he also noticed that something was wrong with him.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Boss Qing asked in a low voice.

"Not sleepy yet, go to sleep." Wen Luo froze and moved outside.

"Is the wound hurting?" Boss Qing became a little more sober and asked carefully.

"No." Wen Luo reached out and grabbed the pillow.

"You're lying, right?" Boss Qing squinted his eyes, reached out to hold his buttocks unexpectedly, and then felt his "hiss" in pain, and his body trembled accordingly.

Boss Qing frowned, reached out his hand to take out the prepared ointment by the pillow, and wrapped his other hand around his waist, "I knew you were lying, don't move, I'll apply some medicine for you."

"No need." Wen Luo struggled.

"Don't move." Boss Qing pressed his waist, and stripped off his pants neatly.

"I can do it myself." Wen Luo reached out and tugged on his pants, holding his hand.

"Don't resist." Boss Qing lowered his voice and threatened.

Wen Luo's strength was not as strong as his, and he was so suppressed that he couldn't move. Boss Qing clamped him with one hand, dipped his other hand in ointment, and probed into the back of the courtyard familiarly, touched it lightly, and then gently After kneading it, spread the cool ointment evenly, and couldn't help but said while stroking: "It seems to be cracked, it must be because of riding a horse."

"It's nothing like this injury, it's okay." Wen Luo seemed to be smiling.

"Don't ride a horse tomorrow." Boss Qing took some more medicine, freed the hand that restrained him, opened his buttocks slightly, and applied the medicine. Wen Luo's muscles contracted stiffly, and he tightened his fingers tightly. Picking at the pillow, his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't waste time, I can ride a horse without any problem, and I'm not a woman."

"It doesn't matter if you are a woman or not." Boss Qing looked up.

"Hiss." Wen Luo couldn't help arching his body, frowning.

"Does it hurt you? As soon as I'm distracted, my hand loses weight." Boss Qing quickly pulled out his hand and leaned over.

"That's it for today, please." Wen Luo smiled politely, pulled up his pants and moved outside.

Boss Qing looked at his curled up back with some gloom, put the porcelain vase back to the pillow, and after waiting for a while, couldn't help but leaned over again, "I can't sleep either."

"Count sheep if you can't sleep." Wen Luo reminded absent-mindedly.

"You're in so much pain that you can't sleep, right?" Boss Qing leaned over with ulterior motives, put his big arms on his waist, scratched his fingers intentionally or unintentionally on his shirt, raised his eyebrows slightly, and proposed Said: "Why don't I help you distract, that way it won't hurt too much."

"It's already troublesome for you, no..." Wen Luo, who turned his back on Boss Qing, frowned.

"No trouble." Boss Qing answered immediately, clutching his clothes with his rough fingers, and quickly let go, "Everyone is a man, it's okay." He said carelessly, squeezing his big hands regardless of Wen Luo's refusal. She got into his pants, stroked the hair below the lower abdomen, and stroked his sensitive parts.

"Uh, no...no need." Wen Luo was a little nervous, reaching out to stop him.

"I'm just helping you, I won't do anything to you." Boss Qing comforted, holding his avatar with a rough hand, squeezed it tentatively, and added: "I won't lie to you." He braced slightly Standing up, one arm was wrapped around Wen Luo's head, and one hand was inserted into his pants, arching a clear shape between the crotch.

The corner of Wen Luo's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't refuse. This is exactly what he wanted, isn't it?

Boss Qing has already fallen in love with him!

What's more, he didn't find this kind of touch too annoying, so he frowned and closed his eyes, not resisting Boss Qing's touch. Boss Qing boldly started to move his fingers as if encouraged.

We are all men, so we are very familiar with this set of work, and we can accurately capture the sensitive parts, so soon Wen Luo's breathing became heavy, and Boss Qing's palms were rough and calloused, and he was fighting with them. The friction between Wen Luo's avatar had an astonishing aphrodisiac effect.

"Ah." Wen Luo couldn't help but groaned, and then buried his head in the pillow in shame.

"Is it less painful?"

Boss Qing leaned over slightly, opened his mouth and bit Wen Luo's ear, and curled the arm resting on top of his head, playing with his fingers back and forth around his hair.

The movements of Boss Qing's hands went from slow to fast, and they were fiddled with regularly, a little liquid overflowed from the top of the clone, lubricating the friction between each other, making a lewd fucking sound.

Boss Qing's movements became faster and faster, Wen Luo couldn't help standing up and cooperating, his rough hands tightened slightly, holding Wen Luo's avatar tightly, his movements were regular and powerful, and even the roundness of his crotch was hit slightly by him. Flutters and has a tendency to swell.

Wen Luo bowed his body and mumbled, "It's...it's okay."

Boss Qing ignored him and bit his earlobe, "It doesn't matter if you shoot in my hand."

Wen Luo blushed, and stretched out his hand to grab his arm, trying to stop him, but at this moment, the damn electric current rushed into his body suddenly, his lower abdomen was swollen and uncomfortable, his body froze, and the hand holding Qing Boss' arm suddenly slammed Tighten it up, and with a muffled grunt, he released Qing Boss' hand.

Wen Luo's body softened, lying on the pillow, panting.

Boss Qing got up and got out of bed, cleaned his hands and went back to lie down again. At this time, Wen Luo had recovered a bit, tightened his pants and lay facing the wall, his shoulders trembled slightly due to disordered breathing, and Boss Qing put his arms on his head. Lying on his back, his eagle eyes stared at the top of the bed for a while, and then the corners of his mouth curved up very slowly, his smile became bigger and bigger, and finally the facial features on Xiong's face were all tangled together.

I don't know how long it took, Boss Qing glanced sideways at Wen Luo, and after seeing that his shoulders were no longer trembling, he moved a little over there, waited for a while, and moved a little more, and finally moved until the two were almost close to each other. It stopped when it was pasted, turned over to face Wen Luo's back, and fell asleep contentedly.

That night, Boss Qing dreamed of Wen Luo.

For the first time, he felt that the feeling of liking someone was really not bad.

What he couldn't see was that Wen Luo, who was lying with his back to him, quietly took out a dagger from his arms. He gathered his five fingers, and the sharp arc of the dagger was reflected in his pupils, and he just held the dagger for a while. After a long time, he still put the dagger in his arms.

After waking up for several days in a row, Boss Qing found that Wen Luo was crushed under him, almost out of breath.

The sleeping Boss Qing was as heavy as a dead pig, with long arms and legs and wrapped around Wen Luo, almost strangling him to death, but when the culprit woke up, he just grinned at him, showing his white teeth, as if A bear as stupid as the ends of the earth!

The most irritating thing is that the stupid bear looked at him with a blue face, and still took the opportunity to kiss him, and then greeted him contentedly: "Morning."

"Morning." Morning your grandma!

"It's really hot in the sky." Boss Qing got up and scratched his bare chest.

Wen Luo looked away. Although he had no interest in Boss Qing, as a senior veteran, he always faced a man with a strong body like this. It was strange that he didn't have any thoughts. He also sat up and tugged. Pleated tunic.

"The wound is almost healed?" Boss Qing wriggled over, split his legs and clamped Wen Luo from behind.

"Don't talk about changing the carriage for me anymore, I won't change it." Wen Luo is not a woman, nor is she weak, he will be docile and obedient, all for the sake of getting out better in the future, so under the impetus of male self-esteem, He was very insistent on riding horses, and he would not compromise no matter how the Qing boss lobbied.

"It's almost here, so let's just change it." Boss Qing rested his chin on his shoulder.

"You went to the desert for business?" Wen Luo tilted his head slightly, and his cheek touched Boss Qing's straight nose.

"It's not a business, go to the desert to buy some furs, horses, etc..." Boss Qing said absent-mindedly, his eyes wandered to Wen Luo's hand propped on the bed, and he couldn't help but put his hand on his hand, with his five fingers along the gap between his fingers Inserting it, retracting slightly, holding his hand.

"I heard that the quality of fur in that place is good, and the breed of horses is also good." Wen Luo looked at his hands and did not refuse.

"Yes, and there is also my ranch in Damo. Although it is not big, I can still earn some income. Every year I go back to get some silver, and save it for the brothers in the village during the New Year." Qing Boss said calmly. explain.

"You still have a ranch?" Wen Luo asked in surprise.

"Yes, the old man in the family gave it." Boss Qing raised his hand in the gesture of the two interlocking fingers, and looked at it.

"You still have dad?"

"Tsk, why, bandits can't have a father?" Boss Qing frowned.

"I didn't mean that, I just never heard you mention it." Wen Luo whispered.

"That's right, I don't seem to have told you many things, what do you want to know? I am 33, have never married a wife, my parents are all alive, and I have seven younger brothers and one younger sister, uh..." He grabbed Wen Luo rubbed his hand against his chin, pondering, "I ran away from home when I was 20, and went up the mountain when I was 25..."

"You don't have to tell me so much." Wen Luo interrupted him.

"Do you think I'll tell you for nothing?" Boss Qing squeezed Wen Luo's hand slightly, narrowing his eyes and threateningly, "Anyway, you've heard what you should and shouldn't, so you have to tell Me, your matter, this is fair." He shook Wen Luo's hand, forcing him to look at himself, and then smiled dangerously.

"I... am a merchant."

"Nonsense, you said it the first day we met, what else?"

"I'm 34 years old." Wen Luo said slowly, as if considering, "I don't have parents, and I don't remember where my hometown is."

Boss Qing listened to him patiently, moved forward and moved closer to each other, and at the same time wiped the sweat from his chest on Wen Luo's back.

Wen Luo was a little hot, couldn't help moving his body, and said helplessly under the urging of Qing Boss: "I don't have a wife, but I have a son."

"Son?" Boss Qing opened his eyes wide, "Don't you like men? How could you have a son?"

Wen Luo ignored his surprised gaze, and just told the story of the past that he didn't care about: "I like men, but it's not that I can't accept women. Maybe I will choose to spend the rest of my life with a man in the future. But that doesn't mean I won't have women before this."

Boss Qing narrowed his eyes again, he couldn't see through Wen Luo more and more, "Where's that woman?"

Wen Luo thought for a while, then shrugged indifferently, "Maybe he's dead, maybe he's still alive, I don't know."

"What about the son?" Boss Qing asked again.

"It's gone." Wen Luo still replied casually.

"I picked him up when he was ten years old. When he was 13 years old, because he was busy with business, he was fostered at the home of his elder brother. When he was 16 years old, he took the opportunity to escape and never came back." Wen Luo's gaze It was a little bleak, but it quickly returned to normal. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, "There's nothing else to say, that's all."

Boss Qing was silent for a while, and then said, "You have a lot of secrets."

Wen Luo smiled silently, and changed the subject as soon as he rolled his eyes, "I'm curious about two things about you."

"what?"

"What's your real name? Isn't it Boss Qing?"

"Uh." Boss Qing was bored for a long time, and let go of Wen Luo's hand, "My surname is Lin, I don't have a name."

"My surname is Lin. I know someone whose surname is also Lin." Wen Luo saw that the boss didn't want to mention it, so he asked the next question with interest. Anyway, what he really wanted to ask was not this: "The second question is , you always say, who is that A Yuan? I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

"Ah Yuan, he is my good brother." As soon as Wen Renyuan was mentioned, Boss Qing smiled.

"Good brother?" Wen Luo's smile dissipated, showing a weird expression that he didn't even notice.

"He has been with me since he was a teenager." The boss Qing nodded, showing his doting on the younger brother in his eyes.

"Then your relationship must be very good." Wen Luo asked angrily.

"Yeah, he has a good temper and careful thoughts. Although I am the eldest brother, he always takes care of me." Boss Qing recalled for a while, then bowed his head and smiled in his ear, "When you came, he happened to go out After I have done my business, I will take you out of the prison and take care of me."

"why me?"

"Because you look delicate and tender, you should be able to take care of people."

Just because of the thin skin and tender meat?Wen Luo felt a little strange, I couldn't tell what it was, but it was not very pleasant.

"Why do you conclude that those who look thin and tender will take care of others?" Wen Luo secretly rolled his eyes.

"Most of them are like this, and besides, you take good care of me." Boss Qing leaned back, and wrapped Wen Luo's legs on his knees, overlapping leisurely, "Except When you gave me the wrong medicine, of course I hurt you afterwards, so we are even." After finishing speaking, Boss Qing pursed his lips, looked at the back of Wen Luo's head, and immediately changed the subject, "Wait When we go back, I will introduce Ah Yuan to you."

"Okay, then get up, everyone else should wake up too." Wen Luo patted the boss's leg.

"We're going to the desert soon, what's the rush." ​​Boss Qing wiped his face, sat up awkwardly, and waited for a long time before he got up and put on his clothes, buttoning his buttons absently, while secretly looking at Wen Luo , then moved over and raised his voice: "Hey, what's on your shoulder?"

"What?" Wen Luo turned his head to look.

"Let me see..." Boss Qing squinted his eyes and leaned over. When his face was very close to his shoulder, Boss Qing unexpectedly raised his head and kissed Wen Luo, then straightened his waist and patted Wen Luo as if nothing had happened. Luo's shoulder, "Ah, it's just a catkin."

Catkins?You made catkins out of the weather in August!

After Boss Qing left, he raised his hand and rubbed his face, full of disgust, but his expression was very gentle. Wen Luo sat down by the bed, stroked his chin thoughtfully, stroked the place where he was kissed with two fingers, and then lowered his head Shaking his unshackled feet, he thought for a moment, folded his hands in front of his stomach, and when he bent down, he was pushed against by something.

The dagger, it was the dagger he had hidden for many days!He opened his eyes wide suddenly, and an ominous premonition hit his heart.

After leaving the imperial capital for many days, he had countless opportunities to escape from Boss Qing. They slept together in the same pillow every day, and in his arms, there was still an extremely sharp dagger hidden, but he didn't do it.

The most terrifying thing is that instead of taking any action, he allowed the relationship between the two to develop to this point.

Since when did they become so close?He raised his hand again to touch the place where he was kissed, recalling the contact between the two of them in the past few days, his heart was filled with an unbelievable, frightening and weird swelling feeling, among the mixed flavors, but only missing that a sense of disgust.

Wen Luo shook his head, rubbed his face with the hand touching his chin, and then reached up to grab his hair. At this moment, Wen Luo seemed to be suddenly awakened by the dagger.

"Wen Yue, let's go!" Boss Qing's voice came from outside the door.

Wen Luo raised his head suddenly, stared at the door with blank eyes, and stood up after a long pause.