Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

The double doors of the bedroom are open, and the bright moonlight gently shines in from the porch, the dust is flying in the air, there is no light in the room, and the atmosphere is dark and hazy.

The maids, servants, guardians, guards and other guards were all waiting outside the full moon gate. The courtyard was very quiet, only the natural wind sang the chirping of birds and insects. Fu Liang put on a moon-white robe over his obscene clothes and sat alone. At a round table in a room without candles.

He drank the wine in his glass sullenly, with a thoughtful look on his face, and a shallow furrow appeared between his brows.

Qin Mu briskly landed in the middle of the courtyard, and walked quickly into the room: "This subordinate saw Duan Langjun go back at the door, and His Highness didn't stay the beauty for the night?"

Fu Liang responded lightly: "Duan Langjun has been with me for a long time today, and I'm tired, so let him go back first."

Qin Mu leaned against the door frame and looked at him steadily by the moonlight: "It's getting late, why doesn't Your Highness hold the lamp?"

"Didn't Qin Huwei say before that blind people can save lamp oil at night?" Fu Liang chuckled, holding the cup in his right hand to his lips, and took a sip.

Qin Mu took out the fire folders and filled up the lampstands in the room, and then sat down in front of Fu Liang: "But you don't care about the lamp oil, and even if the lamp oil accumulates a lot, it's not enough for you to spend a lot of money."

"Heh..." Fu Liang was amused by him, but the smile was suppressed in an instant, and he lowered the corner of his lips and asked seriously, "Where have you been all day?"

fuck...

Qin Mu pressed the tip of his tongue against his right cheek, feeling very irritable. He was questioned just outside Prince Ning's Mansion, and he was still asked when he came back.

"Let's relax..." He held his cheeks in displeasure, "Your Highness, you and Duan Langjun are happy in the house, and your subordinates are bored outside, so it's not too much to go out to relax, right?"

Fu Liang put the wine glass heavily on the table, with some crystals hanging on his lips, he lowered his eyelids, listened to Qin Mu's words, and said: "What if something happens to me when you are not by my side? "

"Uh... Then I can only blame my fate." Qin Mu thought for a while, wondering if he had a headache.

"You..." Fu Liang was very angry with him, "Doesn't Qin Huwei think that you are negligent in your duties?"

Qin Mu smiled "hehe", stood up and gently stroked the table with his left finger, and walked slowly to Fu Liang. Fu Liang frowned even more, and couldn't help holding his breath.

"Your Highness, it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. No matter how powerful your subordinates are, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, you still have to eat, drink, and slack off, and sometimes you are in a bad mood and unresponsive..."

Standing beside Fu Liang, he patted Fu Liang's shoulder lightly with his right hand, as if patting him with ashes, "Why don't you teach me to "listen to the sound and distinguish things"? "

"Huh? What?"

Fu Liang thought he heard it wrong, and he is not a master of martial arts, why should he learn "listen to distinguish objects"?What is that?And it must be difficult.

Qin Mu seemed to have understood his thoughts, and said with a provocative smile: "Your Highness, you are now blind without visual interference. It is the best time to learn "listen to distinguish objects". Although it is difficult, it is for your safety. , Your Highness, you should face up to the difficulties. "

"This king would rather not have this good time..." Fu Liang snorted contemptuously, turned his head and said, "You just stand and talk without back pain."

"Then sit down and talk." Qin Mu sat down politely, "How is it? Your Highness is willing to learn?"

"Uh..." Fu Liang didn't have time to think, "Of course."

His eyesight is not working well now, so he can only use his hearing to the maximum.

Qin Mu raised his eyebrows: "..."

Qin Mu did not expect Fu Liang to agree so quickly. It was obvious that the man had acted very uncomfortable just now... Sure enough, "He said no, but his body was very honest."

Duplicity!

In the morning of the next day, Qin Mu summoned ten servant girls and guards each, and asked them to stand in three rows outside Fu Liang's bedroom.

Fu Liang was hungry and sat at the round table in a regular manner. The table was filled with his favorite pastries for breakfast, in case the pastries got cold, there were tripod iron rings and flints under the pastries.

He tried his best to strain his ears, trying to hear the movement around him, but unfortunately there were almost no other sounds except the wind outside.

Fu Liang was so hungry that he swallowed: "..."

Without Qin Mu's order, everyone present did not dare to breathe loudly, so they had to hold their breath and stand motionless.

Qin Mu stood next to Fu Liang, he raised his right hand and was about to snap his fingers, when the maid standing at the end of the first row sneezed unexpectedly.

The servant girl was trembling with fright, she quickly knelt down, but was stopped by Qin Mu's gesture, the servant girl trembled and stood upright, she dared not make a sound, her face was covered with cold sweat.

Fu Liang listened carefully to her movements, at this moment Qin Mu asked aloud, "Your Highness, who was the one who sneezed just now?"

"Uh..." Fu Liang frowned, "The voice is too short, I didn't hear clearly, can you do it again?"

Qin Mu ignored him, and hooked his hand to signal the maid who had just sneezed to come forward and remove the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the table.

Fu Liang heard the approaching footsteps, covered his empty stomach and asked softly, "What is this taking away again?"

"Your Highness, can't you smell it?" Qin Mu pursed his lips, his smiling eyes curved.

Fu Liang gritted his teeth: "This king is not a dog."

Qin Mu explained unhurriedly: "The sense of smell is one of the senses that you need to strengthen training, Your Highness, and my subordinates don't make things difficult for you. You can judge who she is from the footsteps of the person who removed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Fu Liang held his breath and focused his attention, frowned slightly and analyzed: "I heard that the distance that the person walked was about the same as the position of the person who sneezed. It should be the same person, right? Is Xiaoqi right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Mu's applause sounded in his ears, and Qin Mu said in a comforting tone, "Not bad, Your Highness is very talented and motivated."

"Can the osmanthus cake of the king come back?" Fu Liang's face showed a hint of joy.

"No." Qin Mu was very ruthless, "I didn't answer it before, and now it's too late to remedy it."

Fu Liang's joy disappeared visibly, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably: "..."

Seeing that he was a little pitiful, Qin Mu raised his eyebrows again, hooked his hand to let Xiaoqi come back, and then picked up a small half of osmanthus cake with his tooth chopsticks and put it into Fu Liang's sweet white porcelain bowl: "I reward you to try it."

Nima, who is the master of Prince Ning's Mansion?

Although Fu Liang was dissatisfied, he still picked up the small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and ate it into his mouth honestly, filling the emptiness in his stomach for a while.

Then, Qin Mu snapped his fingers again, and Fu Liang heard the footsteps of two people approaching him, and then gradually walked away: "Xiao Shu and A Bing?"

"Well—take away the soup dumplings." Qin Mu ordered.

Fu Liang: "..."

He was so hungry that his eyes were dim, so he rested his chin on one hand and weakly lifted the teacup to his mouth with the other, which could at least quench his thirst.