After I ate against the cold eunuch [Transmigration Book]

"Who is he?"

"Back to the king, he was picked up by the subordinates on the road when they were patrolling. His clothes were torn and there were signs of torture on his body. The brothers brought him back."

When he was dizzy, an indifferent and steady voice flowed into his eardrums. With his eyes closed, Liao Qiu felt his head was about to explode.

He struggled to open his eyes, and saw that he was lying softly on a leather cushion, and two unusually dressed people were communicating with each other not far away.

The words are a bit barbaric, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear what they are saying.

He promised Shi Yichen to be a spy, but he himself was willing to suffer. He was whipped more than a dozen times and beaten, dragged his tired body for several miles, and fainted from exhaustion.

He struggled to get started.

The two people not far away saw him waking up, and they all looked at him.

One of them thought that he was wearing a blue gown, his long hair was tied into countless small braids and tied high with a golden ring hairpin on the top of his head, and a string of long gold pendants were tied to his ears. Changed and walked towards him.

Liao Qiu saw that his attire was not top-notch compared to that of the armored man next to him, and he suddenly woke up thinking that this man must be someone with a special status.

Sitting on the leather cushion, he thought quickly, and decided that it would be better to keep the clothes as they were and pretend to be dead.

The man walked towards him, stood at a distance of one meter, and looked at him carefully. Liao Qiu pretended to dodge timidly, and lowered his head unconsciously. The other party glanced at him, suddenly smiled, and shook Shaking his head: "The men in Daxing are nothing more than that, they are actually shy when they look at them."

These words were spoken in the standard Daxing dialect, and Liao Qiu could hear them clearly. He was surprised that someone in Xichen could speak Daxing's words so smoothly.

Unconsciously, she raised her head and looked at him again.

The man walked in and lifted his jaw, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a commanding tone: "What's your name?"

Liao Qiu stammered: "Liao...Liao Qiu."

After hearing his name repeated, Lang Yue raised the corner of her mouth: "It's a good name."

Liao Qiu lowered his head and continued to pretend to be submissive in fear, Langyue didn't care about his state, and said casually: "You are injured, my people picked you up."

Liao Qiu stumbled and was about to get up, but he fell to the ground with too much force, and then he realized that he was sleeping on a bed made of animal skins. The height of the bed was not low, and he accidentally fell down. , He immediately lay down on the ground and trembled regardless of the pain: "Thank you, thank you hero for saving your life, the villain is very grateful."

"Hero?" Langyue couldn't help laughing after hearing this, "You Daxing people like to call heroes to rescuers. I almost forgot, but unfortunately I am not a hero. I really don't know if I meet you in the future. Who will win if I and him, the hero in the movie, compete with each other in a match?"

Liao Qiu secretly analyzed the identity of this person while listening. He felt that the other party must be some kind of official. Judging from his demeanor, he did not look like an ordinary person. He must be a high-ranking person because of his handsome appearance and luxurious clothes.

He crawled on his knees and whispered cautiously: "Thanks to the strong man for saving me, little man, I really don't know what to call you."

Langyue smiled again, turned around and leaned very close to him, looking at him with interest; "You're a villain, I don't live in villains here, so if you say that, go out yourself Destroy yourself."

Liao Qiu was shocked, and immediately raised his head tremblingly to look at him, and looked at his eyes from a close distance. They were as deep as a cold pool, but they were as dazzling as stars. He paused for a while and felt numb: " I, I'm used to calling myself like this, in our Daxing, everyone except the emperor is ants and dust." The more he spoke, the lower his voice, watching Langyue dodge, Langyue silently nodded her chin, as if thinking about his words , After a few seconds, he said: "This is not Daxing, and this king will not ask you to call yourself a villain to belittle yourself. You don't have to call yourself so contemptuously in the future."

This king, he is the king of Xichen?

Shi Yichen told him that the king of Xichen was called Langyue.

He is Langyue?

With such good luck, I saw the monarch of Xichen just after waking up.

He pretended to be afraid and grateful, and knelt down to thank him: "Thank you, my lord."

Langyue suddenly laughed alluringly, and approached him: "You don't seem to be surprised that this king is a great king?"

Liao Qiu's back shivered. If he didn't answer this question well, something would happen. Don't be the first to lose his life if the task is not completed. He immediately lowered his head in fear: "Little man, I, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw you wearing clothes. Extraordinary thought that you must be a noble official, and saw that you have an extraordinary conversation, and felt that you were different from the strong man just now. If you said that you are a king, then I think you must be."

After listening quietly, Langyue's eyes were uncertain, and the corner of her mouth smiled again: "You can talk, I can't tell that you are dressed in ordinary clothes, but your mouth is very good at talking."

"You are injured. This is the medicine for wounds, our Xichen's unique medicine for treating trauma." Langyue took out a small bottle from her cuff and threw it to him, stood up and walked a few steps away from him.

Liao Qiu was so grateful, she didn't expect Langyue to care about his wounds, she was very surprised, he took the medicine bottle and thanked him, Langyue looked at him and said, "Why are you being tortured in ordinary clothes?" Liao Qiu's body was covered with whips. The new injury caused by the scar, looked like it was just done recently, and the blood stains on it were coagulated. If it is not treated in time, it may be burned to the root of the disease.

Liao Qiu's heart tightened, and then tears brewed in his gloomy face, and he said helplessly, "I came to the army to find someone, but something happened." In order to increase the credibility of the incident, Liao Qiu said While brewing tears fall.

He made up a sensational story of searching for love a thousand miles away.

Tell Langyue that she has a place in her heart, and that the person she likes has joined the army for several years and has not seen one face. Realizing that he was demoted to be worthless instead, he ran into bandits on the way back, and all his belongings were looted, tied up and beaten so badly, without money and injured, he wandered around casually when he had nowhere to go. Wandering to the back of Xichen is the story of her fainting and being rescued...

He spoke miserably and in a low voice, with intermittent interruptions in the middle. After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look into Langyue's eyes, for fear that what he said was too false. There are some dramas that I just made up by myself, and I don't know if the king of Xichen will believe it.

After not seeing a sound for a long time, Liao Qiu's back was sweating, thinking about how Langyue looked at him.

Just when he couldn't help but wanted to raise his eyes to look at him, Langyue said coldly: "Men in Daxing are all of that kind of virtue, it's totally conceivable."

Liao Qiu finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and then choked up with sobs: "I misread the wrong person and misjudged my eyes, and I deserve this end."

Langyue said again: "Men in your Daxing like men, so how will the offspring reproduce?" It's not that men like men in Xichen. Only in the arms is it softer and more pleasant.

Liao Qiu said: "Not all of us like men, but some of us like women, otherwise the whole country will perish. Even the Son of Heaven has his favorite women."

Langyue thought for a while and seemed to understand but didn't seem to understand, and finally concluded; "It's better for us, Xichen."

Then he looked at Liao Qiu: "Why haven't you applied the medicine yet? Could it be that you can't reach the wound?"

Liao Qiu didn't start wiping because he was talking, but when he asked, he acted embarrassed, as if there were two people of opposite sex standing in the room.

He felt that acting like this would be more similar, and it would make the story he made up just now more real. Although he didn't know whether his sexual orientation was male or female, he had just told Langyue that he liked it. It's a man, so he naturally has to pretend to be coy in front of a strange man.

Langyue didn't know if she thought of something, she smiled; "It's not a big deal to be Xichen here, you don't have to worry too much, I think you're not seriously injured, you can get down on the ground and help me."

Liao Qiu was so shocked that Langyue wanted to help him with the medicine?

On second thought, isn't this a good time to gain his trust?

So he agreed, still thinking in his heart why the king of a country would be so humble, to help a small commoner with medicine, what on earth is Langyue going to do?

Her back was covered in bruises the size of rattan sticks, Langyue squinted her eyes, watching the snow-white back turn into a bloody mess, she couldn't help but thump in her heart, as if someone had pumped her skin.

If this back injury heals, it should be as delicate as a woman's back. Daxing men are different from Xichen's men in that the back is very narrow and delicate. Langyue seldom thinks of other places while taking medicine.

"You can live here from now on. The border of Daxing is not peaceful recently, so you should take good care of it here." Thinking of this, Langyue's expression became more dignified.

A month ago, he received news that the envoys sent out had assassinated Emperor Daxing in the Daxing Palace.

That beauty was approved by himself. Although he doesn't like men, for the safety of the people in his country, he can only send one to Emperor Daxing as he likes. Before he left, he even found someone to train Luo Ling alone. Who knew something would happen the night I went there.

Under the suggestion of the courtiers, he has already started preparations from several aspects. One is that the army has enough food and pay at any time just in case, and the other is that the people sent out have not returned yet. He always feels that Luo Ling has something to hide. I know, but after the assassination, he calmed down and thought about it, and found that Luo Ling had many doubts.

Naturally, Xichen Guoli didn't compare with Daxing, he was also very sad now, and hoped that this battle would come later.

"Okay, you can rest." Langyue stopped her hands, looked at Liao Qiu and smiled slightly.

After watching the man walk out of the tent, Langyue murmured in her heart that the king of Xichen felt different from what he thought.

He touched the half-empty bottle, and suddenly he didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to come.

The welt marks that were deliberately whipped by Shi Yichen were now covered with ointment by Langyue, and it seemed that they did not hurt as much as before.

the other side.

When Ning Cong woke up and it was close to noon, Shi Yichen entered the tent from the outside, saw him getting up from the bed, and said softly, "I've had enough sleep."

Ning Cong rubbed his eyes, annoyed: "Elder-in-law, you got up so early"

Ning Cong still had the fishing net that Shi Yichen put on for him yesterday on his lap. He played a bit aggressively yesterday, and Ning Cong was tossed into the night by him, but Shi Yichen went out to the meeting on time to discuss the next battle.

Shi Yichen caught a glimpse of his long legs, each piece of which was covered with nephrite jade that was leaking through the net. Last night, he had a taste of the convenience of these socks. In front of him, he was holding Ning Cong's more than him. Grip through the hole in the fishing net, straight like an iron weapon in a military camp, and his fingers are also coming in from the hole in the net, it feels amazing.

Not only is Ning Cong as soft as a pool of spring water, he himself is also extremely happy

Now he went straight to Ning Cong and stood beside Ning Cong and hugged him. Recently, his new hobby is when he just got up, he pulled people over and hugged him tightly when he was just getting up, his body was fragrant, That feeling pierces straight to the bottom of my heart through the tip of my nose

The author has something to say: I can completely let myself go and write whatever I want, it’s all about being happy~~~~