The redemption target wants me to attack him [Quick Travel]

Chapter 47 I also want to be a princess today4

40,000 fresh building is a famous restaurant outside Xizhou City, the atmosphere outside the building, the elegant inside of the building, the sea of people in the past, today there are distinguished guests visiting, they were chartered, the lobby was empty, Xiao Er and the shop all went to the door to welcome people.
When Qi Hanchuan lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, he saw Yang Zhizhou and the group behind him standing at the door, and the smile on his face when he saw him was just right.
Yang Zhizhou was a somewhat rounded middle-aged man, without a beard, saw Qi Hanchuan, and quickly stepped forward: "Wang Ye is healthy."
"Hmm." Qi Hanchuan moved forward unhurriedly.
"Does Wang Ye remember Wei Chen?" Yang Zhizhou walked beside him, one step behind, and said with a smile: "On the Longevity Festival a year ago, I toasted Wang Ye with a glass of wine.
Qi Hanchuan listened to the closeness all the way, and entered the box, Yang Zhizhou was still talking, and did not seem to care about his indifference.
If you can do all the way to Shangzhizhou, it is naturally an old fox.
When Qi Hanchuan sat down, a plate of delicacies that were worth a lot of money was brought to the table, although it was not better than the palace cuisine, it was also superior.
In addition to the dishes, three stunning beauties entered the house, the most beautiful two of them, one left and one right, sitting beside Qi Hanchuan, smiling and pouring him wine.
"Can it still satisfy Wang Ye's appetite?" Yang Zhizhou hugged another beauty who walked to the side and asked with a smile.
Qi Hanchuan's eyebrows frowned slightly imperceptibly, and 821 in the sea of consciousness carefully reminded: "Host, set up people."
"Fair." Qi Hanchuan drank the glass of wine, but did not hold the beauties beside him like Yang Zhizhou, tapped the rosewood table with his fingers, and let them glance at each other to give him dishes.
Qi Hanchuan took a bite, and the eyes of the young man shining at the food at noon flashed in front of his eyes, calling someone in and whispering a few words.
Yang Zhizhou looked at the look of the regent on the other side, pondered, should be satisfied? Immediately opened his mouth and tentatively said, "Wang Ye went to Jiangnan this time, for?"
"On command, patrol." Qi Hanchuan said lightly, avoiding the wine that the beauty fed to his mouth, took the wine glass, seemed to show dissatisfaction, waved his hand, and let them go to Yang Zhizhou's side.
Yang Zhizhou secretly wondered, are these two not beautiful enough? Thinking of the miscellaneous servant brought back by the regent, the corner of Yang Zhizhou's mouth twitched, it should be that this master himself tastes a little strange, I heard that some people like to play with people with disabilities, maybe this master is that kind of person?
"I heard that Wang Ye brought a beauty back to the house two days ago?" Yang Zhizhou raised a smile, ambiguous. Ambiguously said: "Congratulations to Wang Ye for congratulating the beauty."
"Speaking of it." Qi Hanchuan finished drinking the wine in the cup, his eyebrows did not move, and the corners of his lips outlined a little merry smile, hinting: "King Ben will bring people back to the capital in a few days, and there are some old stubborns in the dynasty who love to point fingers at King Ben, if you let them know the life of that beauty..."
Yang Zhizhou instantly realized, and said with a smile: "Wang Ye rest assured, this matter will be handled properly."
It seems that Wang Ye really likes that beauty, and he can start from this point, maybe he can be promoted to be a Beijing official. Yang Zhizhou's eyes flashed and touched his chin.
Qi Hanchuan only moved a few chopsticks, this banquet is just to solve the identity problem this spring, by the way, let Yang Zhizhou rest assured, don't ask people to go to the house every day to inquire about the news, and invite him to drink.
Leaving from Wanxian Building, it was getting late.
There is no curfew in Xizhou City, what kind of festival should it be after a while, the road is full of people, with a smile on his face, and the lamp market is arranged with all kinds of lanterns, and the fire tree star bridge is brilliant.
Qi Hanchuan lowered the carriage curtain and thought thoughtfully.
When the lamp market is set up, you can travel with him.
Back in Fuzhong, Thirteen found a good craftsman and came to restore his life: "Wang Ye, the craftsman said that the work can be done well in about two days.
"Hmm." Qi Hanchuan walked into the main courtyard, remembering that he had asked people to bring back a few dishes from Wanxian Lou to send them to this spring, and asked, "What did he ask when he ate?" "Like asking where he went.
Thirteen was stunned for a moment, and the reaction should be this spring, and he knelt down and replied: "Wang Ye forgives sins, and his subordinates did not pay attention."
Qi Hanchuan just asked casually, let Thirteen get up, originally wanted to go to Nanyuan to see, thinking of the faint smell of wine and fat powder on his body, so he dispelled the idea, and ordered people to go to hot water, bathe and change clothes.
He pushed the door into the house, and Eleven stayed outside.
As soon as he removed his robe, Qi Hanchuan keenly noticed that there seemed to be a pitch-black figure moving slightly in the bedroom, and the faintly unclear voice was gentle and low, accompanied by an extremely depressed light panting.
Qi Hanchuan frowned, took off the sword hanging in the hall, and walked into the bedroom step by step.
Inside the bed tent, the shadowy figure seemed to notice him, his body stiffened, and he did not dare to move.
Qi Hanchuan frowned and used his sword to open the bed tent, saw the person on the bed, and suddenly froze, his pupils contracted slightly.
The broken moan/groan of the person in the tent was suppressed in the teeth, the red and full lips were bitten out of a bloodstain, the constant prayer in the heart stopped, and a pair of eyes with water-colored mist looked at Qi Hanchuan almost desperately.
It's this spring.
Lying on the bed, his hands were tied up and hung at the head of the bed, his long hair was as smooth as brocade, and the lower half of his face was covered by black gauze with golden tassels, his exposed eyes were moist and a little confused, and the red eyes were depicted with a gorgeous little flower, and the flowers opened and closed in the blink of an eye, and the eyes that stood up became more and more charming and charming.
His body was dressed only in a red ethereal gauze robe, reflecting fine streamers under the moonlight scattered through the window frame, the small red mole at the collarbone was depicted as a stamen, and the petals around it were set off, and the beautiful pink under it was faint, the overlapping long legs were as white as jade, and the toes were stretched straight.
The whole person is like a delicious sacrifice to be sacrificed.
"Wang, Wang Ye, don't look, don't..."
Qi Hanchuan had already seen the whole picture, and for a moment his breathing was sluggish, and his throat was a little dry.
He rolled his Adam's apple, closed his eyes, and then cut the red rope that bound this spring with a sword.
When he opened his eyes again, Qi Hanchuan's eyes were heavy and asked, "Who treated you like this?" As soon as the
red rope was broken, this spring's sour hands were finally able to retract, he did not notice the slight hoarseness in the voice of the person in front of him, full of grievances and panic, as well as the trance and discomfort of being medicated, opened his mouth several times, tears flashed in his eyes, and intermittently whispered guilty: "Wang Ye, I, I stained your bed... Whew, I..." Spring
. Tide difficulty: Nai, this spring gritted his teeth and tried desperately to restrain himself, but his mind was still becoming more and more unconscious, his cheeks were red, and his beautiful phoenix eyes also revealed a sense of confusion and hazy.
Qi Hanchuan saw that the long legs moved, and almost the whole person curled up this spring, and his whole body was like ripe shrimp.
Reason is at stake and seems to be gradually collapsing.
There was a knock outside the door: "Wang Ye, the water is ready."
Qi Hanchuan suddenly returned to his senses.
He put down the bed tent and firmly covered the people in the tent, but he didn't feel enough, turned out of the bedroom and closed the door, before letting the next person carry the tub into the hall, telling them not to enter the room after hearing any movement.
After the instruction, Qi Hanchuan quickly went back, said "offended", picked up this spring, whose consciousness was already a little sluggish, quickly walked into the hall, and steadily put the person into the tub, hoping to wake up this spring.

But the water temperature may be just right for those who need to bathe, and for this spring, which is poisonous, it is like adding fuel to the fire.
As soon as he entered the tub, he was drenched this spring, whimpered, and the tears swirling in his eyes suddenly gushed out, and the tears of grievance kept rolling down like beads with broken threads.
He was crying, perhaps because his mind was not very clear, and his courage was much greater, and with hazy teary eyes, he choked intermittently: "Wang Ye, did you do it on purpose?" Whew... Good, so uncomfortable.
This voice is not much bigger than the kitten, weak and soft, but the tail voice is a little unaware of the hook, Qi Hanchuan is rare and a little helpless, and said in a dumb voice: "Sorry." The
last remaining sanity this spring has been washed away by the heat, and he can't hear his words, his face is flushed/red, his palms are down, grasping nothingly, wanting to be self-reliant, but because he can't do anything without a little strength, he cries angrily, and tears fall into the tub.
The softness in Qi Hanchuan's heart was touched, as if he had lived in a soft and cute little beast, rolling everywhere.
He hesitated, sighed, whispered offended again, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, accurately finding the point, and moving slowly.
This spring's dilated pupils were slightly enlarged, a handsome face appeared in the blurred vision, closed eyes, thick black eyelashes cast a small shadow, thin lips pursed, solemn and serious, as if doing an extremely important thing.
He watched intently, trembling all over, and in an instant a death-like feeling swept through his body.
This spring's sanity returned a little, and he looked at Qi Hanchuan blankly.
Qi Hanchuan washed his hands in the tub, opened his eyes and asked, "Has the effect of the medicine subsided?"
Who knew that Yin Hong's face turned white in an instant, and he wanted to come out and kneel down in a panic to plead guilty: "Wang Ye, slaves deserve to die."
Qi Hanchuan's face sank, and he was about to speak, but he saw that he had just stepped out of the tub this spring, his legs trembled, and he was about to fall to the ground.
He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the young man's waist, looked at this spring, and said in a deep voice: "No one here thinks you are a slave, and I will never let you die."
This spring looked at Qi Hanchuan stunned, and his heartstrings suddenly trembled.
The next moment was stopped by the man and hugged, strode into the bedroom, hot palms against thin shirts and gauze clothes, this spring, the face suddenly white red and blue, several changes.
Qi Hanchuan seemed to have a sense of something, after putting this spring down on the bed, he took out the futon from the carved wardrobe and wrapped it around this spring who lowered his head, and Yu Guang seemed to see something strange somewhere.
Jinchun muttered, "Wangye, I still apologize with death." Qi
Hanchuan: ...
He paused and said, "It doesn't have to be so, you are medicated, and there is a reason for it."
This spring is still full of self-blame, and his voice is as thin as a mosquito's cry: "I defiled Wang Ye, I blasphemed..."
Obviously, the effect of the medicine has been solved, but I hate that his body that has been adjusted is still not satisfied.
Qi Hanchuan raised his hand, put his index finger against the warm red lip flap, stopped his beard, and withdrew his hand.
The index finger in the sleeve twisted slightly, Qi Hanchuan lowered his eyes, and his tone seemed calm: "I am also a human, not a kind of god, I also have seven emotions and six desires, why talk about blasphemy?"
"Don't say that again in the future." After Qi Hanchuan finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at this spring, and saw that the latter suddenly raised his head, looking at himself with a bit of disbelief in his straight eyes, and asked after being slightly startled: "What's wrong?"
"Wang Ye, where did Fang Cai go?"
This spring's voice was harsh, and the hand hidden in the quilt was clenched.
Reason told him that he could not ask this, what did Wang Ye's affairs have to do with him, but he just wanted to ask, that is, he was eager to know if it was what he thought, and his heart seemed to turn over a wave of sourness and jealousy.
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