King's favor is hard to do

Du Yuzhang is not in the dark alley.He is in the best room in the second largest inn in the capital.

Su Rucheng looked at his face carefully under the candlelight—although Du Yuzhang's face was pale and his eyes were sunken, his charming charm was not diminished at all.In his sleep, his eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and his thin lips were blushing.It was already a face full of evildoers, but the side of the cheeks was dyed a bit sickly and bright red, adding to the seductive youthfulness.

The more Su Rucheng watched it, the more he liked it.He reached out to wipe the cold sweat off Du Yuzhang's forehead, and smoothed the messy black hair around his cheeks.Du Yuzhang was still in a coma, but he couldn't rest in a coma.I don't know what I dreamed of, and my expression became sad.

"……His Majesty……"

"what?"

Su Rucheng didn't hear clearly.He put his ear close to Du Yuzhang's lips, and heard the beauty utter a hoarse voice,

"Brother Ning...it hurts..."

"..."

Brother Ning?Who is that?What does he have to do with this man...?

Su Rucheng's gaze deepened.He caressed Du Yuzhang's waist with his fingers thoughtfully—as the young master of a large grassland tribe, he had been hanging out with warriors since he was a child, hunting wolves and fighting, and he had suffered many injuries.He has always dealt with injuries like fractures by himself.Just now, the bone injuries on Du Yuzhang's arms and legs were all bandaged by himself.

Naturally, Du Yuzhang's charming picture of peonies containing spring behind his back did not escape his eyes at all.

"Ning... Brother?"

Su Ru made a thought, turned her fingertips, and tore off Du Yuzhang's nightgown—Du Yuzhang's waist was thin, but the tip of his buttocks was plump.Right at the waist-hip boundary, in that seductive waist, there is a vermilion "Ning" character branded on it.

It was like a seal marking who owned this extremely alluring body.

If Su Rucheng remembers correctly, the emperor of Dayan seems to have the word "Ning" in his name.

"Are you really a member of Emperor Dayan?"

Su Rucheng was thoughtful, and lightly tapped his fingers on Du Yuzhang's body.Du Yuzhang also seemed to feel itchy in his dream. He frowned, exhaled, and trembled slightly.Su Rucheng looked at him, feeling like a cat had scratched his heart, itching softly.

"If you really belong to him, why would he be willing to let you fall into this dangerous situation alone...to make you suffer and suffer like this? It seems that if he is a master, he is not a good master."

While talking, Su Rucheng leaned down.The tip of his nose almost touched Du Yuzhang's waist.As if feeling his breath on his waist, Du Yuzhang trembled again.

"Don't be afraid. If you follow me in the future, I will treat you well."

While speaking, Su Rucheng pressed a kiss on Du Yuzhang's waist.

At first, he intentionally avoided the word "Ning".But looking all the way along Du Yuzhang's waist, Su Rucheng stopped at the waistline on the other side.

Su Rucheng stared there for a long time.Then he took out a small bottle from his waist, opened it and took a look.

This is the potion used by the Western barbarians to mark the slaves in the tent.The medicinal liquid is colorless and odorless when applied, and then the owner's name is engraved with the tip of a knife to allow the medicinal liquid to penetrate.When the effect of the medicine wears off, it is almost impossible to see that there was a mark here.But if it is fumigated with hot water for a while, the body temperature rises, and the imprint will be displayed.In this way, even if the slave in the tent escapes, he will not be confused about his ownership.

"It's too early to use this thing on you."

Su Rucheng stroked Du Yuzhang's waist with his fingers,

"But seeing other people leave so many marks on you makes me feel uncomfortable."

He leaned down, looked at Du Yuzhang's waist tenderly for a moment, and suddenly bit down!

"Well!"

In a coma, Du Yuzhang stiffened.

When Su Rucheng lifted his body, two rows of bright red tooth marks had already been printed on his smooth skin.

Su Rucheng raised his head to look at Du Yuzhang's face, and he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled angrily.

"I want to give you a stamp too. I hope that one day, it will be my name, Su Rucheng, that you call in your dreams."