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For the first time in his life, Qiao Yu hesitated a bit.

How would he tell Yuan Zanbi?Said: "Master Yuan, I heard that people who practice martial arts can tie themselves up like a crab and then untie them effortlessly." Yuan Zanbi will probably look at him suspiciously, and ask him: "You have never practiced martial arts. ?” Or “Master Yuan, what do you think of the rope that I ordered people to spend a lot of money to find? The fire does not burn, and the knife cuts continuously. It is said that no matter how strong the martial arts are, they cannot break free after being tied.” Cut the rope, and then persuade him earnestly not to spend the money where it should not be spent.

Qiao Yu held the bundle of ropes with a very tangled expression.

Yuan Zanbi changed into pajamas and opened the tent to lie down, but saw Qiao Yu holding a bundle of very ordinary hemp rope with frowning.

Yuan Zanbi stood by the bed and examined him for a long time before saying, "Qiao Xiang, if you want to hang yourself, it might be better to change to a white silk." He sat beside Qiao Yu and twisted the rope with two fingers, "It's too rough, and it's too rough." Thin, it is likely to be strangled."

Qiao Yu said: "I'm about to hang myself, so am I still afraid of being strangled?"

Yuan Zanbi asked suspiciously, "So what are you going to do?"

Qiao Yu murmured, "Strangle you to death?"

Yuan Zanbi said: "Mr. Kunshuang under the prefect Gu's tent is good at making poison. If you want to, you can go to him and ask for a colorless and tasteless poison, which is better than this."

Qiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "Prefect Gu?" He threw the rope into Yuan Zanbi's arms, "Master Yuan, I really want to ask you one thing."

Yuan Zanbi said solemnly: "Except for strangling you and me, people can't strangle themselves."

Qiao Yu pointed to himself.

Yuanzan stretched out his hand, but Qiao Yu didn't know why, so he didn't move. The next moment, a shadow covered his eyes.

Yuan Zan wrote: "It's hard to do it yourself."

Qiao Yu opened his hand, intentionally provoking, "Is it hard to do it yourself? Can you give someone a fake hand?"

Yuan Zanbi had already unwrapped the rope, and said, "What does Xiang Xiang want me to do?"

Qiao Yu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know what to say for a moment when he had just brewed up a strange ambiguity.

Yuan Zan pen brushed the rope joint by joint, as if looking for something special.

Qiao Yu only felt that his mouth was dry, but drinking water at this time was too untimely. Besides, what was thirsty was not the mouth, but the heart. He pretended to clear his throat, and said, "Kneel down."

Yuan Zanbi was stunned for a moment, "To..." He seemed to be even more incomprehensible, "Kowtow?"

Qiao Yu grabbed Yuan Zanbi who was about to get off the bed, and pressed her palm on the bed, "Here."

Yuan Zanbi had a strange expression, "Does Qiao Xiang want me to kneel down to you?"

Qiao Yu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Yuan Zanbi looked at him with a more complicated expression than when he said he wanted to be Mr. Yuan Zanbi.

In his heart, Qiao Yu thought, who is the truth.

Qiao Yu said: "Kneel down with your back to the truth."

Yuan Zanbi looked at him inexplicably, as if he suddenly understood why Qiao Yu's expression was so tangled just now, but he could not be said to be obedient to Qiao Yu, but most importantly, he really wanted to know what Qiao Yu wanted to say. Why, so she simply knelt down and turned her back to Qiao Yu.

The pajamas are loose and thin, revealing the figure faintly, and the Yuan Zan pen is not weak. People who have killed people on the battlefield should not be very elegant.

Qiao Yu stretched the rope, and the burrs were a bit thorny. As Yuan Zanbi said, if such a rope binds the skin, it is easy to draw red marks.

He silently stared at the back of Yuan Zanbi, looked up along his waist, and could see the nape of his neck, which could not be covered by a piece of pajamas and was covered by most of his hair.

Yuan Zanbi asked: "Is Qiao Xiang waiting for me to kneel down and numb?"

Qiao Yu said, "You talk a lot tonight."

Yuan Zanbi looked back at him, his expression seemed to say that it was not because of your strange behavior tonight.

Qiao Yu first wrapped the rope around the throat of the Yuanzan pen. He stretched out a finger, not forgetting to test the gap between the rope and the Adam's apple of the Yuanzan pen. Pull it away, and lightly tighten the ends of the rope.

Yuan Zanbi snorted.

Qiao Yu reached out from behind and lifted his chin like a cat, "Does it hurt?"

Yuan Zanbi took a deep breath and said, "It's okay."

Even if Yuanzanbi's leg was broken, he wouldn't say it hurt. Qiao Yu looked at the rope around his neck, and the skin that was pressed was slightly bruised, so he didn't adjust it. For Yuan Zanbi's waist, he used more force than when wrapping around his neck, the waist line was clearly strangled, and the muscles under his palms were strong, but not tense.

At least at this moment, Yuan Zanbi is still relaxed.

He trusted Qiao Yu as he trusted himself.

It was obviously the Yuanzan pen that was strangled by the neck, but Qiao Yu took a deep breath as if his breathing was not very smooth, and even trembled a little.

He was very careful and hard when he tied the Yuanzan pen.

But Qiao Yu has little experience in tying people up. Although he has done a lot of immoral things, such things are his own, and he doesn't have to do them himself.

Yuan Zanbi tried to move his arms, but Qiao Yule's arms felt a little numb.

Behind him, Qiao Yu untied the knot and tied it.

Yuan Zanbi was silent for a moment, "Qiao Xiang, why don't I come by myself."

Qiao Yu sighed softly, "Master Yuan, what's the difference between this remark and provocation?"

Yuan Zanbi didn't quite understand why Qiao Yu regarded him as a provocation when he told the truth. He was about to turn his head, but the suffocation brought by the strength of the rope forced him to remain still. He was obviously not quite used to it yet, panting, Cai said: "Qiao Xiang, if you continue to tie it, it will be tomorrow, and there may be a court meeting tomorrow."

Qiao Yu gave a hand.

"If you fasten it indiscriminately, it will be easy for me to break free."

Qiao Yu thought for a moment, then handed the rope to Yuan Zanbi.

Yuan Zanbi lowered his head and laughed muffled.

Qiao Yu said, "What?"

Yuan Zanbi shook his head and said, "It's nothing." Then he began to tie the rope.

In fact, it proved that Mr. Yuan was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also very clever in the way he tied himself.

The remaining rope hangs behind Yuan Zanbi, dangling with his movements.

Even if Yuan Zanbi said it didn't hurt, it would definitely not be very comfortable to be gasped for breath being strangled by someone.

Qiao Yu pressed his shoulders with both hands and pushed him forward.

Master Yuan knelt down for too long, was tied up again, and was undefended, and was pushed down on the bed by Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu said: "The truth has something to ask."

Yuan Zanbi was pressed against his chest, and he gasped for a moment before saying, "It turns out that Prime Minister Qiao is interrogating a prisoner."

Qiao Yu examined Yuan Zanbi kneeling on the quilt, and it was hard to say that he was dissatisfied with this picture. If he had to pick a bad one, it was probably because Yuan Zanbi's pajamas were still completely worn on his body, and his hair was not untied. .

He took away the hairband of Yuan Zanbi and let down his long hair.

The line of sight was blocked for a moment, Yuan Zanbi said hoarsely: "Qiao Xiang wants to ask something, you might as well ask quickly."

The corners of his eyes were red, but his tone remained the same as before.

Others say that Yuan Zanbi is everyone's son, but he is a little bit mild-tempered.

Where is dullness?

Qiao Yu looked at his posture, obviously arrogant.

Obviously controlled by others, but also very arrogant.

Qiao Yu licked her dry lips, wishing to see Yuan Zanbi sobbing and telling him to stop.

Yuan Zanbi couldn't see Qiao Yu, but could only hear a series of sounds behind him, as if jade and porcelain vases collided.

Yuan Zanbi suddenly thought of something, and his body stiffened slightly. In Qiao Yu's view, his waist was almost stiffened into a line, which made him even more beautiful.

Qiao Yu arranged the things, opened the cork of the porcelain bottle, lowered his head and smelled the smell, the smell was very light, almost tasteless.

Qiao Yu poured out the liquid in the porcelain bottle.

"Xiaoxue is a good boy." Qiao Yu said suddenly.

"...Do you have to say this at this moment?" Yuan Zanbi finally understood why it was inappropriate.

"Xiaoxue's lightness kung fu is extremely high, although his martial arts are slightly inferior to his lightness kung fu, but few people can surpass him, what do you think?"

Yuan Zan was silent.

In fact, there are not many people who can speak out at this time.

He only felt that he had a severe fever, his breathing was difficult, and his cheeks were bright red.

He was like a fish out of water, he should have gasped for air, but the ropes bound him, twisting his exhalation into fragments.

"Where was Ji Weining the day he died?" Qiao Yu asked suddenly.

Yuan Zanbi's eyes, which had been closed impatiently, opened suddenly, and there was a mist in his eyes, it's hard to say what deterrent effect.

"What...what's the explanation?"

Yuan Zanbi swallowed a breath that would make him sound weak, "Qiao Xiang, are you suspecting that I asked Xiaoxue to kill Ji Weining?"

Qiao Yu looked at him appreciatively.

At this time, even he just looked at it without reason, and Yuan Zan's pen body could still talk and talk, and his thoughts were clear, which made him have to admire.

By the way, it is more excessive.

While asking Yuan Zanbi to answer him, he made Yuan Zanbi unable to answer him properly.

Qiao Yu leaned over and whispered in his ear, "It's not you, I know the truth."

The hot air fell on Yuan Zanbi's bright red auricles, and Yuan Zanbi rarely had the idea of ​​avoiding it, but he couldn't dodge.

"It wasn't you who asked Xiaoxue to kill Ji Weining, because the truth hinted at Liu Yao, and it was Liu Yao's order." Qiao Yu said.

The Yuanzan pen squeezed out the word Yingming from between the teeth.

Sweat dripped down his chin.

Qiao Yu felt distracted, but her smile was even more open, and she said, "Master Yuan, tell the truth, did Xiaoxue kill the mad dog Liu Yao sent over?"

A tear burst out of the eyelashes, but it was not because of the mood, but because of the uncontrollable body reaction. Yuan Zan pen trembled so that the entire shoulder blades were gathered and tensed, as if they did not know how to let go.

Qiao Yu lowered her head, licking away his tears pitifully.

"Master Yuan, tell the truth, right?" Qiao Yu did not forget to repeat, his voice was hoarse than the tied Yuanzan pen.

Yuan Zan pen shook his head very slightly, "No."

Qiao Yu clicked his tongue lightly.

Yuan Zanbi looked at him with red and tearful eyes, "Qiao Xiang, is this how prisoners are interrogated?"

Obviously he was almost speechless, but the complete sentence he managed to say was still no different from provocation.

The fire burns hotter.

Qiao Yu picked up the chin of Yuan Zanbi, and the rope was tightened even further. The latter breathed heavily, and the sound was a bit like crying.

Qiao Yu looked at the eyes of Yuan Zan pen reflecting his own face, and said: "Not only that, His Majesty must summon a prisoner with the status of Master Yuan. When the three courts will interrogate, Master Yuan will be injured all over the hall. Decent, there are many instruments of torture, there are dozens of types that can’t leave wounds, but Truth still likes whips, Mr. Yuan’s pajamas are snow-white, if they are stained with blood, they are like red plums in snow.”

Yuan Zanbi looked at him and smiled.

A little provocative.

No, very provocative.

But he would never use a torture whip. There is a kind of whip, which is made of gold thread and horsetail, and when it falls on the body, only red marks are left.

"Xiaoxue killed the assassin," Qiao Yu said, "Really?" He asked a little persuasively.

Yuan Zan pen's tears dripped down.

Qiao Yu had long said that he looked good when he cried.

This is true.

Yuan Zan said with difficulty: "Qiao Xiang, don't beat me into a trick."

Qiao Yu blinked, and pressed his fingers on the Yuanzan pen, which was wet with sweat and flushed red from his bite, "I originally thought, if you tell the truth, it will stop here."

Yuan Zanbi tilted his head, as if trying to hear him clearly.

After Qiao Yu finished speaking, he let go of him, picked up his slightly damp long hair, and brought it to Yuan Zanbi's lips.

Yuan Zan pen looked at him.

Qiao Yu said, "Bite."

Yuan Zanbi closed his eyes and tried to wake himself up, "Isn't it uncomfortable to bite?"

"With something in your mouth, you can make less noise," Qiao Yu said, "It can make Mr. Yuan feel that you are not so..."

Before the words fell, Yuan Zanbi obediently bit her hair.

His sticking out tongue accidentally touched Qiao Yu's fingertips.

Qiao Yu clenched his fists secretly.

Yuan Zanbi didn't know what Qiao Yu was doing, but heard the sound of jade colliding.

He trembled so much that Qiao Yu couldn't even hug him.

Qiao Yu said, "Master Yuan."

His voice was hoarse as if it had been honed by something.

It took him a moment to realize what he was going to ask.

"Master Yuan, did Xiaoxue kill the assassin?" He asked.

Yuan Zanbi said in a low voice; "Qiao Xiang." Because of something in his mouth, his voice was very vague, and there was a deep cry.

"what?"

"Come here." Yuan Zan wrote.

Qiao Yu approached him.

Yuan Zanbi tried her best to straighten her waist, approached him, and kissed his dry lips.

Yuan Zan's pen was weak, so he could only rely on Qiao Yu's arms to support his body.

It was always Qiao Yu who leaned in his arms, and it was the first time that he was completely attached to Qiao Yu's arms.

Yuan Zanbi murmured: "Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu felt as if the softest part of her heart had been pinched gently.

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Yuan Zanbi pressed his face to his face, obediently, beggingly called him: "Middle of the Moon."

The black hair fell down, and Qiao Yu shook hands.

Yuan Zan wrote: "In the middle of the month..."

He seemed to be extremely careful, as if everything was under Qiao Yu's control, as if if Qiao Yu did something, he could kill half of his life.

However, how could Qiao Yu not know how cunning Yuan Zanbi is.

How could he not know that all the weakness of Yuan Zanbi has a purpose, just like now, it is to make him soft-hearted, let him not ask, let him gently expose it.

Qiao Yu knew very well that Yuan Zanbi was a human being, so how could he make his wish come true?

Yuan Zan brushed against Qiao Yu's lips.

Qiao Yu kissed back fiercely.

He had to admit that the Yuanzan pen was always the one he wanted.

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