Dandere General and his Lord

"I..." A deep and pleasant male voice sounded from the steaming white smoke.

"When I was young, I was sold into the Chu Huai Pavilion. It was a men's pavilion. As soon as I entered it, the owner at the time would train me to please men." Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head, his soft black hair He fell down, covering his brows.

"At that time, I was too young and had a stubborn temper. I dared to disobey my master's instructions and resisted desperately. The master punished me, pressed me into the water tank, and only brought me up when I was about to die. This was repeated for several days. It wasn't until a red-haired servant saw it, interceded for me, and placed me beside him as a servant, that kind of punishment was stopped."

"Although it's been a long time, I... I'm still a little afraid of water."

"I, although I have stayed in a small shop, but that skill is, indeed, not at all."

Mo Qiao thought anxiously: I bit the hand of Lord Han, and I disobeyed the former master, all of which were known by the master. Would he hate a rebellious slave like me?

Then he felt his eyes covered by a black strip of cloth.

There was the sound of someone entering the water.

A soft hand held his other hand lightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to soak for a while. I'll watch you and won't let you fall into the water."

He heard his master's voice ringing in his ears.

"You can't take off the tape on your eyes."

Chapter 12

Cheng Qianye folded a thick towel and placed it on the white marble by the pool.

"Don't be afraid, relax and lie down," she gently pressed Mo Qiaosheng's head covered with black cloth on the soft towel,

"Trust me, I won't let you choke on a little water."

She patiently patted the scarred back shoulder until she felt the stiff and tense muscles finally relax.

Cheng Qianye looked at Mo Qiaosheng, who was lying quietly by the pool, and soaked his entire body in the warm spring water, quietly untied the cloth belt that he had been wearing around his chest.

She sighed in comfort, leaned against the pool, and a red leaf or two fell from the sky.

Leaning against the pure white warm stone with the face that was covered in black cloth and was close at hand.

"It's really comfortable. It's still the easiest for you to be around. If you don't have to fight, it's a good day."

The mysterious and moving blue color in front of him is clear and free of any impurities, and he likes himself purely and sincerely, without a trace of deception or concealment.

The silence of the empty mountain and the warmth of the spring water seemed to isolate all the noise and cruelty. Cheng Qianye lived like an ostrich for several days.

The Moon God Spring is really amazing, Mo Qiaosheng's injury has improved a lot, and he can even walk around reluctantly.

A group of people returned to the city from Xishan, just when the setting sun was shining at night,

After the war, on the scarred city walls, many civilians and soldiers are repairing and rectifying.

The armies of other princes in the city had already set off before Cheng Qianye went up the mountain. At this moment, these are the soldiers of the Jin State headquarters.

A simple porridge hut has been set up in the open space outside the city gate to provide a bowl of thin porridge for the displaced people who lost their homes in the war.

There was a long queue in front of the porridge shed. Although these people were still naked, their eyes were no longer dead.

Because there is hope.

Although it is only a bowl of thin porridge per person, this is the hope of life.

As the convoy drove past, Cheng Qianye lifted the curtain.

"My lord, it's my lord."

Soldiers along the way knelt and saluted.

The people who received the porridge also knelt down on the side of the road one after another.

"This is the Marquis of Jinyue. So young."

"It's rude, you have to address the lord."

"Thanks to the lord for making porridge."

"I heard that temporary accommodation will be provided to let us spend the winter."

"There's hope this time, my son."

"I have welcomed a benevolent king in Bianzhou."

"Recently, there has been a lot less robbery and murder in the city."

"It's my luck in Bianzhou."

...

The shrill voices of discussion reached the car.

It turns out that Xiao Jin and Zhang Fu have already done so many things in my name.

In this era, those who hold great power may change the fate of countless people in a single thought. So many living lives, saved or perished, are only a matter of doing and not doing.

Cheng Qianye looked down at his hands that could only play the piano. These hands now hold this kind of power.

They passed by the military camp far away, and a ring match was being held on the school grounds of the military camp.

At this moment, there is a young teenager in the ring.

He made a pure steel tooth lance, two meters long, with eight rows of iron teeth densely arranged on the handle hammer, and a three-edged iron drill at the end of the handle.

That young general is extremely powerful, and he danced this lance to a fiery, unstoppable, unstoppable, winning streak, unrivaled.

Cheng Qianye looked at the bright orange color on his body, and recognized that it was Yu Dunsu who he had brought up by himself.

So she stopped the car and only brought three or two people, without disturbing the onlookers, and quietly stood in the distance to watch the battle.

When she first crossed over, she completely relied on instinct and let others have color. After a long time, she slowly figured out the purpose of this system on her body.

As long as she turns on the system screen, all the living people in this world,

In her sight, her whole body was vaguely enveloped in a layer of colored light.

These colors are divided into "basic colors" and "mood colors". The "basic color" is something that everyone brings with them all the time, and is related to the individual's character and ability. But when people's emotions change drastically, these "basic colors" will be mixed with "emotional colors" that represent inner changes.

"Emotional color" is easier for Cheng Qianye to understand, and she can basically tell the difference.

The one she is most familiar with is the iron-blue color that she often sees recently. As long as someone's "basic color" is mixed with this color, it means disappointment and contempt in her heart.

Whenever Zhang Fu despised her, an iron-blue "emotional color" would rise from the amethyst-like "basic color".

Mo Qiaosheng swore allegiance to her, and the blue "basic color" would be surrounded by a golden "emotional color".

Gold means fidelity; tender pink represents emotion and temptation; bright color symbolizes pride and expansion; red and purple means depression and pain, gray-black means sadness and resignation...

Cheng Qianye can understand the "emotional colors" that represent emotional changes, but the "basic colors" that symbolize human nature are very complicated, and it is still difficult to recognize them.

At present, she can only have a rough idea. For example, some people, despite their sanctimonious appearance and extraordinary style, are very vulgar or vicious in nature, and their "basic color" is correspondingly very turbid, similar to Hua Yuzhi, Han Quanlin and the like.

For most ordinary people, their "basic color" is correspondingly dull and confusing.

For example, some people are more easy-going and stable, and his "basic color" will be a little black and green in the huáng, which becomes a color similar to olive green. Some people tend to be more elegant, and they will bring a little blue in the red tone. Some people are too aggressive and will appear a little black in the purple.

They only appear bright "emotional colors" when their moods change dramatically.

However, there are very few people whose "basic colors" are very dazzling, pure and bright.

According to Cheng Qianye's observation during this period, most of these people have abilities that are different from ordinary people in some respects.

For example, Zhang Fu has the color of amethyst, which may indicate that he is a wise and emotionally complex person. In fact, he is indeed an unparalleled strategist.

The terracotta color of Xiao embroidery shows his gentle and meticulous character.

Most of the colors of the famous generals tend to be strong and publicized. Feng Su, the admiral beside Li Wenguang, was a crimson red like flames. And Gongsun Nian, a famous general under the Duke of Bei Gong, is a bright peacock blue.

When these two generals were in a rush of fighting spirit, the dazzling rays of light on their bodies made Cheng Qianye almost unable to open his eyes.

Now it has been proved that the little general Yu she picked out is indeed a warrior with high martial arts skills.

Cheng Qianye thought to himself as he looked at Yu Dunsu, who was getting more and more courageous in the arena, almost burning orange flames. I'll pick people like this from now on.

Not far from her, there were two non-commissioned officers away from the crowd, talking in a low voice, not noticing Cheng Qianye and the others behind them.

"I heard that this General Yu was promoted by the lord himself from the soldiers. I didn't expect the lord to have such a discerning eye."

"Our lord, he's so masculine, I've never seen him do anything serious. I don't know if he was interested in his face or his martial skills."

"Have you heard this rumor? The lord took the old Marquis's car and took the horse to exchange with Weibei Marquis for a man."