Dayu Execution Officer, begins to torture the demon girl's fiancee

Chapter 88 It feels so good to steal someone else's things

"What do you think?"

Listening to her trembling voice, Zhao Cuo somehow wanted to tease this somewhat innocent widow of the former emperor, and his voice unconsciously carried a malicious banter.

"Yan'er won't give it to you...you are not allowed to treat me like a random woman."

She suddenly became strong again, and even her words were filled with anger, but she still lay in place without moving.

"I was abrupt."

The emotion in Zhao Cuo's eyes quickly returned to peace. As an execution officer, he didn't want to know the law and break the law. According to Dayu's law, it was a capital offense.Yan'er is keeping calm now because she trusts him, and he doesn't want others to look down on him.

"I want to say yes, will you rush over immediately?"

Yan'er asked cautiously again.

"Would you like to try it?"

Zhao Cuo turned his head to look at her charming side face with a smile.

"Yan'er just wants to cultivate normally!"

"Then hurry up."

Zhao Cuo lifted the quilt and sat up, looked down at her little face carefully, only to find that the red eye sockets were moist.

"You won't be a little shocked, you will cry too?"

Young Master Zhao said with a headache.

"No……"

Yan'er raised Bai Shengsheng's jade arms to cover her eyes, her lips that were redder than roses moved, and finally said in a low voice:

"Don't you drink the soup your sister made for you?"

"Of course drink."

Although Zhao Cuo felt that her mood was a bit wrong, but because he was used to the crying nature of this immature young woman, he said it casually without taking it seriously.

"This is stewed for me by my sister, who loves me the most, in the evening. Whatever you say, you have to drink it without leaving a drop. Don't think about taking a share of it."

"Ugh..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sob.

"You will cry if I don't give you soup?"

Zhao Cuo looked in shock at Yan'er who began to wipe away tears.

"certainly not!"

Mrs. Yan took her white white hands away from her face, revealing a scene of pear blossoms with rain, and glared at him viciously with crystal fox eyes.

"Isn't it just a bowl of hot soup? Yan'er was tired of drinking it before, and my mother would make it for me every day..."

As she spoke, she sobbed again, turned around and ignored Zhao Cuo, her round shoulders trembling up and down.

"You……"

Zhao Cuo immediately realized that she was in love with the scene, but he couldn't empathize with her, so he could only stretch out his hand and gently rub her soft long hair.

"Don't cry, if this continues, I won't be able to sleep in my bed. At worst, I'll share the soup with you, can't you?"

"you go!"

Hearing his insincere consolation, Yan'er suddenly felt even more sad, so much so that she started to get angry!She turned over and sat up, rushed towards Mr. Zhao Xiaogong in a panic, and greeted him with slender arms and legs.

"Are you asking for a fight?"

Zhao Cuo raised his hand threateningly not at all gently.

"Stop playing flames!"

Madam Yan, who had already had a psychological shadow, cried even louder under the heartbreak, panic and embarrassment.

"No fight, no fight..."

Zhao Cuo had a splitting headache, knowing that this idiot would not be able to cry hard, so he reluctantly showed affection and patted her beautiful back.

"Why are you as bad as that woman surnamed Zhao!"

She lowered her hand and grabbed the hem of Zhao Cuo's clothes, sobbing and buried her little face in his arms, choking pitifully and pouring out:
"Yan'er can't wait to eat his flesh and lay his skin on! Five years ago, my father had an accident, and my mother was reluctant to go with her. At that time, I wanted to go out of the palace to see them off, but that bad woman refused. I didn't go into the palace. Even if you enjoy the fortune of the country, even your parents won't have time to serve you."

"Yan'er is really suffering, don't cry, okay? I'll give you my sister's soup."

Zhao Cuo rarely spoke softly, he knew what to say at this time would work.Women are magical creatures. Drinking more hot water is an effective suggestion when they are sick, but they prefer to listen to "I'm so pitiful, I hug you".

"You are not allowed to be called Yan'er~"

She opened her beautiful hazy purple eyes wide in embarrassment.

"Then why don't you cry?"

Zhao Cuo felt that it was too difficult for him to be a cultivator. He obviously asked her to come and practice together, so why did he try to comfort the little girl?
"Cry for a while and stop crying..."

She lowered her head again and wiped her tears on Zhao Cuo's clothes.

"Then cry slowly, I'm going to drink soup."

Zhao Cuo raised his hand in disgust, trying to push away the stupid young woman who wiped her snot and tears away.

"Didn't you say to give the soup to Yan'er?"

She pursed her mouth and said.

"It's just to coax you... It's okay to share a small bowl with you."

Zhao Cuo was worried that she would cry endlessly and could only reluctantly give up.

"come on."

He pulled Mrs. Yan, who was so plump and out of proportion to the pure tears on her face, to the table and sat down.

"Wipe the tears away."

Zhao Cuo took out a handkerchief and swiped it on her delicate face a few times.

"Don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Yan'er didn't resist but just expressed dissatisfaction.

"Ah."

Zhao Cuo ignored his complaints, and lifted the lid of the soup pot on the table on his own. After a glance, he fell into hesitation.

"This is sea cucumber lean meat soup, do you want to drink it?"

"why not?"

Yan'er looked at him strangely.

"Give."

After confirming that she really didn't know the effect of this soup, Zhao wrongly picked up the only small bowl to fill it with soup and handed it over, while he blew directly at the pot.

"Your sister's craftsmanship is really good."

After taking a sip, Yan'er immediately praised it.

"Isn't that of course?"

Zhao Xiaogong, who was drinking soup with a spoon, responded.

"She treats you so well because she must want to be the young wife of the government."

Yan'er said confidently.

"Can't you keep your mouth shut by eating?"

Zhao was too lazy to argue with her.

"laugh……"

Yan'er suddenly let out a joyful laugh. She put down the spoon and raised her hands to hold her face. A sickly smile extended from the corner of her mouth to her cheeks.The late emperor's widow tilted her head to one side with a coquettish and naive expression, her misty purple eyes revealing confusion.

"Your sister was sitting by the bed and talking to you just now, she didn't know that there were other women under the quilt of her favorite brother, and Yan'er even drank the soup that was brought to her. It feels so good to sneak away from others, Yan'er favourite……"

"Stop!"

Zhao Cuo knocked on her forehead with black lines all over her head.

"Aren't you only targeting the empress dowager? My sister didn't provoke you, so you are not allowed to have fun with her."

"You can't beat Yan'er's head!"

She stared at Zhao Cuo sullenly.

"Then I'll go somewhere else?"

Grandpa Zhao's expression was not good.

"One more... another bowl!"

Madam Yan, who knew she was powerless to resist, took the bottomless soup bowl and brought it forward.

"This pot of soup is already stained with my saliva."

"in spite of!"

(End of this chapter)