The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The soft young man, with black hair on the temples and crows, his complexion is three points better than the snow, the mist is covered with snow, the half-closed eyes are full of spring scenery, like a firefly picking up phosphorous powder, the brows are full of amorous feelings, still hidden A piece of heart-broken tenderness that makes people crazy at the first glance.

Shen Qingchuan undid the top two buttons in order to dissipate the smell of alcohol and dissipate the heat. The candlelight passed through the veil of the red lantern, sweeping down a few inches of begonia's glow, which dimly covered his skin. Just like the strange novels told in ancient books, the blushing and drunk-faced begonia flower demon that confuses the king.

Shen Qingchuan was drunk, half-closed his starry eyes, and saw a vague figure above him. He didn't look carefully, so he thought it was in a dream, and mistook that person for Miss Boya.

"Miss Bo Ya..." She smiled with pleasant eyebrows, just like the moonlight and dew, clearing away the clouds and mist, it can be seen that she is sincerely happy.

The tail of the silver hairpin was pressed across Shen Qingchuan's lips, Shang Xiaolou looked at Shen Qingchuan and said, "Brother, what you say with this mouth always hurts people."

Shen Qingchuan was still chanting that person's name even in his dreams, and Shang Xiaolou recalled that day, when Shen Qingchuan said such cruel words, saying that he would sever ties with him, and never communicate with him again, his heart felt like falling into the abyss of winter .

These days, the invitations were handed over like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news, and Shen Qingchuan, who was afraid that he would provoke him even more, became even more flustered.

Worry comes from love, and fear comes from love. I didn't expect that what those monks said would have some truth. Shang Xiaolou didn't believe in Buddhism, and he never listened to the rhetoric of exhorting good people.

"Brother, do you know?"

"I'm jealous of every insignificant person around you, the maids, servants, even that orange cat... the flowers in your room, because they can see them effortlessly, I miss you I miss you."

"But, you are so cruel to me... You said that you will never see me again, and you will never see me again."

"Brother, do you know why I like to sing so much? Because my mother is a singer... It's a pity"

Shang Xiaolou babbled, the more he talked, the darker the ink in his eyes became, the more he hated Shen Qingchuan in his heart, the more force he pressed on the silver hairpin, the sharp silver-white tail of the hairpin pressed out from his ruddy lips. It sunk deeply, pressing out two lip peaks, and it didn't matter whether Shen Qingchuan was drunk or not.

The lips are congested with blood, like a pomegranate bursting, revealing ripe, crystal-clear and plump fruits, like rubies in the fire of magma.

But in the next second, the sound stopped, and Shang Xiaolou froze, not even knowing that he had let go of the hairpin.

I saw a tear slipping from the end of Shen Qingchuan's eyes, about to roll to his temples. I don't know what sad things happened to him in the dream. Shen Qingchuan closed his eyes and began to cry, muttering, "Miss Boya, why are you To lie to me?"

The choking sound continued, Shang Xiaolou leaned over to lick away a crystal clear teardrop, it was bitter, and the voice was very soft, "Brother, you are sad for him."

Shang Xiaolou rested his head on Shen Qingchuan's chest, put his ear on his left chest, listening to the beating of his heart like a drum.

After waiting for a long time, Shen Qingchuan's crying gradually subsided before Shang Xiaolou said, "Brother, forget about him."

After finishing speaking, he sighed heavily again, and muttered to himself, "Brother, it would be great if the person you like is me."

"We'll be together forever and never be apart again, okay?"

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as if you agreed." Shang Xiaolou stared at Shen Qingchuan's face with gloomy black eyes. Seeing that he was silent, his face was finally a little joyful, as if he had eaten a piece of honey. Sweet to the bottom of my heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was knocked, and the guard's voice came from outside the house.

"Young commander, someone brought it!"

The red bead curtain fell again, and the beads collided with each other to make a crisp sound. The young man on the soft bed fell into a deep sleep and didn't know what was going on outside.

Li Jiu's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with bean-sized sweat. He was feeding wine with his little lover in the private room, when suddenly the door was opened suddenly, and five or six people with guys came in and surrounded him Suddenly, the table was overwhelmed with wine, and the little lover screamed in fear, and before she had time to beg for mercy, she dragged him out.

Li Jiu was still in shock, his hands and feet were tied up, and he knelt on the middle hall, his eyes with narrow eye sockets, turned left and right, looking at the surrounding environment, red lantern wintersweet incense bead curtain, isn't this the box he walked into before? ?

Could it be that Shen Qingchuan offended the nobleman, so he was also arrested, Li Jiu secretly hated it for a moment, not because he regretted pushing Shen Qingchuan into the fire pit, but because he blamed himself for being too timid and not cruel enough.

If Shen Qingchuan was put into a sack and thrown onto the dirt road outside the city in the middle of the night, it was dark and there were many carriages passing by, even if the wheels rolled over, most people would mistakenly think that it was crushed by a rock.

After one night, the third young master of the Shen family will definitely become meat sauce.Even if someone opened the sack, Shen Qingchuan's face would have been changed beyond recognition, and no one else would be able to recognize him.

Where is it like now, I don't know where Shen Qingchuan offended the nobleman, even he will be punished.

Hearing the sound of the beaded curtain being pulled lightly, and the gradually clear footsteps, and seeing a pair of polished cowhide military boots in front of him, Li Jiu dared not raise his head, and put on a panicked look on his face.

Li Jiu kowtowed several times on the ground, crying and saying, "Sir, please forgive me! Sir, please forgive me!"

"The person who sent it was ignorant and offended the officer. If I take it back, I will teach him well."

"Oh? Tiao teach well, what is the teaching method?" Shang Xiaolou bent down slightly, and raised Li Jiu's chin with a sharp silver hairpin tail. The dagger at Nine's throat.

Li Jiu's eyeballs flicked from side to side, as if he was thinking of a good wording to make the officer forgive him.

Li Jiu looked up, and just about to answer, he panicked and wanted to run behind, but his whole body was tied up, so he had to fall to the side.

The lights in the private room were dimly red, and there were curls of white smoke from the incense burner, making the whole private room like a ghostly place.Although Shang Xiaolou was dressed in a smart green military uniform, his long hair was loose, like an actor, his face was like a pretty girl, and his appearance was exquisite, but he was the exquisiteness of evil ghosts and demons, especially when facing the pair of thick ink and dull, With dark, dark eyes, gloomy and treacherous eyes, when looking at people, it seems that there is a huge and raging malice hidden.

Shang Xiaolou's lips are naturally scarlet, and his face is white, reflecting the red light of the red lantern, he looks like an evil spirit crawling out of the abyss hell.

Li Jiu's appearance made Shang Xiaolou think of the scene where the children in the troupe tortured and killed small animals in the Liyuan when he was a child.

Shang Xiaolou only remembered the little animal's struggling appearance, its skinny, gray and dirty fur, its body covered in water, making sharp noises, just like Li Jiu, who was sweating profusely and showing fear in his eyes.

Hearing the laughter from above, Li Jiu flustered like a bug again, moving towards Shang Xiaolou, like a poor dog begging for mercy from its master.

"Of course it's him with a whip..." Li Jiu looked up at Shang Xiaolou, saw the smile on his face, thought it was what he wanted, and continued, "If If he refuses to obey, hit him with a hammer until he obeys, and he will definitely teach Tiao to look like a senior officer."

Li Jiu had a flattering smile on his face. He heard these methods from the procuress of the brothel. The whip of salt water, if you still don’t obey, it’s a hard bone, so take a hammer wrapped in cotton cloth and break the finger bones one by one.

As soon as he untied the rope, Li Jiu was overjoyed, thinking that he had hit the nobleman's mind, thinking that he would give Shen Qingchuan dumb medicine when the time came, and he would give it all to the nobleman , Maybe you can win an official to be a Dangdang.

But in the next second, he was going to be scared out of his wits.

Li Jiu's fingers were pierced by a silver hairpin, and they settled on the floor, mixed with a strong smell of blood, and a faint cloud of white plum fragrance wafted from the incense burner.

Li Jiu howled in pain, tears and sweat dripping down the floor, begging for mercy repeatedly, "Sir, I was wrong! Sir, I was wrong!"

The author has something to say: I saw that some of the descriptions were too cruel and caused discomfort. I revised the version, but I didn’t expect it to fail the online review and become a high-level review.

A little spoiler, very vaguely revealed that Shang Xiaolou was in a worse situation when he was a child, and others were crueler to him, and he formed such a character the day after tomorrow, which is pitiful, hateful and pathetic.

Sure enough, there is still a record.

Chirp, it's the end of the month, little angels, do you have any irrigation fluid you don't need?

Scumbag author (tears in the iron window): On the first day of quitting gaming, the mobile phone was turned off in a small black room

Little Angel (shaking his head): Don't poke the needle, don't play with things and lose your mind, don't poke the needle

In addition, the next door will open a new article at 6 o'clock tonight, "After Transmigrating into a Fairy, He Built a Shura Field Fast Transmigration", little angels can come and join us

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: I have 5 bottles of Yibao at home; 2 bottles of beautiful girls and strong men; 1 bottle of refueling;

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