Chapter 123 Don't You Deserve It?
A terrible thought faintly came to Rong Chuxiu's heart, and suddenly he felt his whole body tense up.
Did he come at the wrong time?
The sentence I asked just now seemed a little dangerous.
"After Fuwei and Xuanling's stick punishment is over, throw them into the torture room of the secret pavilion." Nan Si said again in a calm manner, "Please ask Mr. Zuoxiang to send someone to investigate the assassin. When will the assassin be found and executed on the spot?" , when will those two people be released—before they were released, they were given a hundred and eighty lashes every day to make them remember."
Rong Chuxiu: "..." Why isn't it over yet?
He should have gone directly to investigate the assassin just now, what are he doing here?
What are you doing with this extra mouth?
And so is the Lord.
Rong Chuxiu couldn't help but glanced at Cang Hanyu, thinking that you have the ability to anger Nan Si, but you have the ability to comfort yourself, what is this?
Sighing sadly, Rong Chuxiu said, "Then I'll go first."
Nan Si naturally wouldn't keep him either.
The sound of the cane punishment outside did not stop. After all, after Fu Wei and Xuan Ling finished fighting, there were still so many guards, and it would take time to clean them up one by one.
Nan Si held her chin, "The emperor is resting and listening to the sound of beating people outside, how nice is it?"
Cang Hanyu closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
Nan Si turned her head and told Pei Hai to pour a glass of water over, and said calmly, "The emperor is sleepy? Drink some water before going to sleep."
Cang Hanyu opened his eyes, a pair of deep and dark pupils looked at her momentarily, and his voice was as soft as a spring breeze: "Si'er, give me a kiss."
Nan Si raised an eyebrow.
"What's a kiss?" She smiled lightly, with an incomparably gentle and indulgent tone, "Your Majesty, let's go to bed tonight. Didn't the Emperor want to tear off my clothes the past few days?"
Pei Hai shook his hand holding the cup, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle again.
Knowing that the emperor is not feeling well right now, why are you still serving the bed?
Little ancestor, if you say this now, isn't it stabbing the emperor's heart.
Cang Hanyu moved her arms carefully, reached out to hold her hand in his palm: "Si'er, I..."
Nan Si frowned slightly, her eyes drooped slightly, she fell on his slender white fingers, very beautiful and clean hands, with well-defined knuckles, slender and strong, turning her hands into clouds and hands into rain, easily controlling the world.
At this time, it was icy cold and there was no temperature at all.
Nan Si quietly put his hand under the quilt, and tried to take it out, but Cang Hanyu couldn't let go.
"Let go." Nan Si frowned, "Drink some water first, can you drink it yourself?"
No.
Cang Hanyu let her go.
He was indeed thirsty, his throat was uncomfortably dry, and his thin lips were dry and pale.
Nan Si took the water glass from Pei Hai, lightly scooped a little water with a white jade spoon, and brought it to Cang Han Yu's lips. The water wetted his lips and slowly flowed into his mouth.
Nan Si was feeding her mouthful, but Nan Si remained expressionless.
Cang Hanyu was as obedient as a child at this time, drinking water in sips, his eyes were always on Nan Si's face, and he couldn't bear to look away.
The lying position was a bit inconvenient, and the feeding water occasionally overflowed. Nan Si patiently wiped him clean with a veil until the glass of water was finished.
"Si'er." Cang Hanyu said softly, "My wound hurts."
Nan Si's expression paused slightly, and her clear eyes slowly fell on his face: "It hurts? Don't you deserve it?"
Cang Hanyu: "..."
Pei Hai took the empty water glass, lowered his eyebrows, and backed away without saying a word.
Although Nan Si said that there was nothing serious, the injury was near the heart vein, and the dagger pierced it directly. Naturally, the injury was not serious, and Cang Hanyu could only lie on the bed to recuperate.
When the injury can be healed, when can get out of bed and walk around, I'm afraid Master Nan Xiang has the final say.
(End of this chapter)
A terrible thought faintly came to Rong Chuxiu's heart, and suddenly he felt his whole body tense up.
Did he come at the wrong time?
The sentence I asked just now seemed a little dangerous.
"After Fuwei and Xuanling's stick punishment is over, throw them into the torture room of the secret pavilion." Nan Si said again in a calm manner, "Please ask Mr. Zuoxiang to send someone to investigate the assassin. When will the assassin be found and executed on the spot?" , when will those two people be released—before they were released, they were given a hundred and eighty lashes every day to make them remember."
Rong Chuxiu: "..." Why isn't it over yet?
He should have gone directly to investigate the assassin just now, what are he doing here?
What are you doing with this extra mouth?
And so is the Lord.
Rong Chuxiu couldn't help but glanced at Cang Hanyu, thinking that you have the ability to anger Nan Si, but you have the ability to comfort yourself, what is this?
Sighing sadly, Rong Chuxiu said, "Then I'll go first."
Nan Si naturally wouldn't keep him either.
The sound of the cane punishment outside did not stop. After all, after Fu Wei and Xuan Ling finished fighting, there were still so many guards, and it would take time to clean them up one by one.
Nan Si held her chin, "The emperor is resting and listening to the sound of beating people outside, how nice is it?"
Cang Hanyu closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
Nan Si turned her head and told Pei Hai to pour a glass of water over, and said calmly, "The emperor is sleepy? Drink some water before going to sleep."
Cang Hanyu opened his eyes, a pair of deep and dark pupils looked at her momentarily, and his voice was as soft as a spring breeze: "Si'er, give me a kiss."
Nan Si raised an eyebrow.
"What's a kiss?" She smiled lightly, with an incomparably gentle and indulgent tone, "Your Majesty, let's go to bed tonight. Didn't the Emperor want to tear off my clothes the past few days?"
Pei Hai shook his hand holding the cup, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle again.
Knowing that the emperor is not feeling well right now, why are you still serving the bed?
Little ancestor, if you say this now, isn't it stabbing the emperor's heart.
Cang Hanyu moved her arms carefully, reached out to hold her hand in his palm: "Si'er, I..."
Nan Si frowned slightly, her eyes drooped slightly, she fell on his slender white fingers, very beautiful and clean hands, with well-defined knuckles, slender and strong, turning her hands into clouds and hands into rain, easily controlling the world.
At this time, it was icy cold and there was no temperature at all.
Nan Si quietly put his hand under the quilt, and tried to take it out, but Cang Hanyu couldn't let go.
"Let go." Nan Si frowned, "Drink some water first, can you drink it yourself?"
No.
Cang Hanyu let her go.
He was indeed thirsty, his throat was uncomfortably dry, and his thin lips were dry and pale.
Nan Si took the water glass from Pei Hai, lightly scooped a little water with a white jade spoon, and brought it to Cang Han Yu's lips. The water wetted his lips and slowly flowed into his mouth.
Nan Si was feeding her mouthful, but Nan Si remained expressionless.
Cang Hanyu was as obedient as a child at this time, drinking water in sips, his eyes were always on Nan Si's face, and he couldn't bear to look away.
The lying position was a bit inconvenient, and the feeding water occasionally overflowed. Nan Si patiently wiped him clean with a veil until the glass of water was finished.
"Si'er." Cang Hanyu said softly, "My wound hurts."
Nan Si's expression paused slightly, and her clear eyes slowly fell on his face: "It hurts? Don't you deserve it?"
Cang Hanyu: "..."
Pei Hai took the empty water glass, lowered his eyebrows, and backed away without saying a word.
Although Nan Si said that there was nothing serious, the injury was near the heart vein, and the dagger pierced it directly. Naturally, the injury was not serious, and Cang Hanyu could only lie on the bed to recuperate.
When the injury can be healed, when can get out of bed and walk around, I'm afraid Master Nan Xiang has the final say.
(End of this chapter)
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