The general is easy to bully

Shen Xingfeng stared at Xiao Qihan, and smiled helplessly.

"Going back with you? Xiao Qihan, didn't you realize that when I'm by your side, I always get hurt all over my body? Since you're going to get married, why don't you let me go."

Xiao Qihan seemed unwilling to have a deep discussion with Shen Xingfeng on this issue, he rubbed Shen Xingfeng's black hair again, then got up, "Go back home tomorrow."

Shen Xingfeng looked at his back, a wave of anger overwhelming, he could no longer suppress it, he grabbed the teacup on the table, and threw it at Xiao Qihan heavily——

The teacup fell on Xiao Qihan's shoulder, and the scalding hot water penetrated through his clothes, causing unbearable burning pain.

Xiao Qihan turned his head, facing Shen Xingfeng's blood-red pupils.

"Xiao Qihan, I won't go back with you."

Xiao Qihan lowered his head slightly, his eyes were a little cold: "Don't regret it."

He immediately walked out of the house, and Shen Xingfeng heard his voice outside.

"Tie up Qiao Yi."

Qiao Yijin's exclamation and cursing came from outside the house: "Fuck you! Xiao Qihan, you fucking let go of me!"

Shen Xingfeng panicked and ran out quickly, only to see that Qiao Yijin had been tied up and thrown on the ground.

Qiao Yijin's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to bite his teeth into pieces: "Xiao Qihan, wait for me! You bully a handless... woo..."

Qiao Yijin's mouth was sealed with a cloth strip.

Shen Xingfeng looked at Xiao Qihan as if he was looking at a stranger.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Qihan turned around and walked in front of Shen Xingfeng, stretched out his hand to straighten his collared clothes, and said softly: "Do you want to go home obediently with me, or do you want me to give him to Yun Yingshen."

When Qiao Yijin heard that name, her body shook violently, like an eggplant beaten by Shuang'er, without even struggling.

Shen Xingfeng's chest seemed to be stuffed with water-soaked cotton wool, which was so heavy that it was suffocating.

"Go home?" Shen Xingfeng smiled bitterly: "That's your and Shen Jun's home, not mine..."

Xiao Qihan lowered his head, his eyes were filled with the shadow of Shen Xingfeng: "If you want, I can take you as my concubine."

Shen Xingfeng froze.

Xiao Qihan stroked Shen Xingfeng's hair that was hanging down around his neck, "After all, we had skin-to-skin relationship, I really should give you a title."

Shen Xingfeng's pupils suddenly tightened.

He raised his hand, and slapped Xiao Qihan's face heavily——

Xiao Qihan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

That strength almost crushed Shen Xingfeng's bones.

"Have you figured it out? I'm going to find someone to inform Yun Yingshen."

Shen Xingfeng turned his head and glanced at Qiao Yijin, who was motionless on the ground, and sank his head a little bit: "Okay, I'll go back with you."

Xiao Qihan let go of Shen Xingfeng and gave Minglan a look.

Ming Lan drew out the knife, and the tip of the knife cut Qiao Yijin's body.

The rope snapped.

Qiao Yijin pulled out the rag from his mouth and threw it on the ground forcefully, got up and patted the dirt on his body, slowly staring at Xiao Qihan with hatred, "Use me to threaten Shen Xingfeng, Xiao Qihan, you are really despised .”

Xiao Qihan pursed his lips, noncommittal.

It doesn't matter if you look up to it or look down on it.

He only wanted Shen Xingfeng to stay by his side forever.

After he finished speaking, he took Shen Xingfeng's hand.

Shen Xingfeng's hands were cold, and the temperature without any warmth penetrated into his body, like a piece of chilly ice. Shen Xingfeng didn't move in his arms, like a piece of wood, just let him pull into the house.

Wen Jue glanced at Xiao Qihan, bowed his head and left.

Qiao Yijin wanted to enter the house, but was also stopped by Wen Jue.

"Star Wind..."

Wen Jue sighed, "If you can't beat Xiao Qihan, don't waste your efforts. Go find some medicine. You may need it later."

Qiao Yijin was about to ask about the medicine, when she suddenly heard Shen Xingfeng's short cry of pain coming from the room.

He understood instantly, his face flushed red, he kicked away the stone in front of him viciously, turned his head and left.

……

Shen Xingfeng was thrown on the bed by Xiao Qihan, without any preparations, he was forced to accept all his demands.

The pain made Shen Xingfeng straighten his body, cold sweat rolled down his forehead into his neck, and then slid down his chest.

Shen Xingfeng couldn't bear the severe pain that his whole body was about to be split apart. He gave up his useless resistance, grabbed Xiao Qihan's shoulders, and begged for mercy intermittently, "Don't...don't go in...ah..."

Xiao Qihan covered Shen Xingfeng's mouth.

He was out of control, anger mixed with restlessness and panic.

Shen Xingfeng wanted to leave him, but he actually wanted to leave...

Bad people are not qualified to beg for mercy.

Xiao Qihan buried his head in the hollow of Shen Xingfeng's neck, biting Shen Xingfeng's Adam's apple, just like this, he moved fiercely.

Shen Xingfeng fainted several times from the pain. In the end, he could only open his mouth, stare at the shadow moving in front of him, and pant silently.

As night fell, the voices in the room finally gradually calmed down.

Wen Jue breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and touched his forehead, it was covered with fine and moist sweat.

About a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Qihan came out of the room in full clothes.

Wen Jue stood up from the rock, holding the medicine that Qiao Yijin brought back.

Qiao Yijin ran outside to get some air, he couldn't hear Shen Xingfeng's screams after being tossed like this.

"Master Xiao." Wen Jue saluted respectfully, "Xingfeng...is he alright?"

Xiao Qihan glanced down at Wen Jue.

Wen Jue handed the medicine to him: "I wonder if it's convenient for Master Hou to let me go in and give Xingfeng a medicine?"

Xiao Qihan held the small medicine box in his hand, turned around and went back to the room, and closed the door with a "bang--".

When the night fell completely, Qiao Yijin came back from outside.

He looked at Wen Jue who was cooking, tilted his head, and asked unnaturally, "It's... over?"

Wen Jue nodded: "Well, it's been a long time. Poor Xingfeng."

"Beasts, they are all animals!" Qiao Yijin's eyes were red, and he was trembling with anger: "They are all animals."

"Keep down." Wen Jue frowned, "You still want to cause trouble for Xingfeng?"

Qiao Yijin kicked the tree.

Wen Jue said again: "Go and grab two chickens, kill one for Xingfeng's soup, and the other for Xiao Qihan."

Qiao Yijin's eyes widened: "I raise chickens, even if I feed them to dogs, Xiao Qihan won't eat them!"

"Okay, why haven't you made any progress for so long?" Wen Jue frowned, "So what if you and Xiao Qihan go against each other? Xiao Qihan is offended, and Xingfeng is the one who suffers."

Qiao Yijin clenched her teeth indignantly, and finally turned her head to catch the chickens in the chicken coop.

"I want a hen."

Wen Jue reminded him.

"Give it to Xiao Qihan, it's really a waste!"

Qiao Yijin squatted beside the chicken coop, looking at the fat cubs he raised with his own hands, and sighed.

After the chicken soup was cooked, Wen Jue went to knock on Shen Xingfeng's door.

Shen Xingfeng's complexion was pale, his lips were dry and peeled, and the corners of his lips were bitten torn with a few drops of blood oozing.

Xiao Qihan handed a bowl full of chicken soup to Shen Xingfeng: "Drink some chicken soup."

Shen Xingfeng took it in silence, lowered his head and sipped it clean.

Xiao Qihan breathed a sigh of relief: "If you want to go back later, we can leave at a later date. I heard from Ming Lan that there is a beautiful mountain behind here, can I take you to see it tomorrow?"

Shen Xingfeng put the empty bowl on the bedside cabinet, then got under the quilt and covered himself tightly.

Xiao Qihan was still talking, when he suddenly heard Minglan's voice outside the door.

"Master, Mr. Shen Jun is here."

Xiao Qihan froze for a moment, got up quickly, opened the door and walked out.

Qiao Yijin was arguing with Shen Jun in the yard.

"So, you are the man Xiao Qihan wants to marry?" Qiao Yi smiled: "No, you and him are going to get married, can you take good care of your man? You insist on pestering our little Xingfeng, why, Is it because you can't satisfy him or something?"

Qiao Yijin pulled Wen Jue over, "Do you want my brother to teach you how to make men happy in bed?"

Wen Jue winked very cooperatively.

Shen Jun, a son of a wealthy family, has never seen Wen Jue's reckless behavior. He glanced at Qiao Yijin and Wen Jue coldly, "Where's Xiao Qihan?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qihan hurried over and grabbed Shen Jun's hand.

There was a bit of panic and anxiety between the brows: "Why are you here? It's so cold outside...is it freezing?"

Qiao Yijin rolled her eyes coldly.

If he didn't know what Xiao Qihan did to Shen Xingfeng in the afternoon, he would really think that Xiao Qihan is a deep-rooted lover.

Shen Jun retracted his hand, "I heard that you have news about Xingfeng, so I came here to take a look. Why, Xingfeng still doesn't want to go back? How about I help you talk about it? I should talk to you about what happened last time. He apologized."

Xiao Qihan grabbed Shen Jun's hand, put it gently in his mouth, and let out a sigh of relief: "There is no reason for the master to apologize to the servants, your hands are so cold, go into the room..."

Shen Jun nodded, looked back at Qiao Yijin again, and frowned, "What does he mean by telling me to take care of you?"

Xiao Qihan: "It's nothing, he's just talking nonsense. Let's go."

Xiao Qihan quickly entered the next room with Shen Jun in his arms.

Qiao Yijin supported the tree trunk, almost throwing up.

"That's my room! They wouldn't want to do that kind of thing on my bed, would they?"

Wen Jue stared at the backs of the two people, watching Xiao Qihan lead Shen Jun into the room like a treasure, feeling a little sad: "So he really fell in love with someone else..."

Explaining to the newcomer in a panic, afraid that Shen Jun would misunderstand, this posture and appearance reminded him of his old friend.

Hey, poor little Xingfeng, he is still the same after all.

Qiao Yijin told Shen Xingfeng that Shen Jun came to find Xiao Qihan.

Shen Xingfeng listened indifferently, showing no expression at all.

When Qiao Yijin looked again, he realized that Shen Xingfeng had fallen asleep with his head tilted at some point.

In the early morning of the next day, because Shen Jun had not recovered from his illness, the temperature in the mountains was low and cold, and he developed a fever again.

Xiao Qihan immediately ordered the chariots and horses to return home immediately.

Shen Xingfeng had to drag his sore body to get on the bumpy carriage.

Shake all the way.

When the chariots and horses drove into a valley, Shen Xingfeng suddenly heard the sound of fighting outside.

Wen Jue and Qiao Yijin didn't react, three or five men in black rushed into the car, and the cold sharp blade was placed on the necks of the three people, with a cold light shining.

"Ahhh!"

Qiao Yijin screamed.

Wen Jue's face was also pale, and he didn't dare to move.

Shen Xingfeng frowned, and said to the leader in black: "I am Xiao Qihan's man, if you want to threaten him, arresting me alone is enough."

The man in black exchanged a glance, then left Qiao Yijin and Wen Jue aside, and dragged Shen Xingfeng out of the carriage——