Chapter 6: The Sting (7 Chapters)

"Wait, it's not going to take a few days!" The same words, coming out of the mouth of an old man, tasted something else entirely.

"How long the hell are you going to keep me waiting!" Mrs. Qiu Guo turned her head, her face full of grievances, "Two years ago, you said that. Two years later, you're still saying the same thing. Can't you Li family find a responsible man? ”

"How can you, a prostitute, understand the affairs of our Li family!" The old man scolded in a low voice. There was not the slightest hint of anger in his voice, but it sounded like a poisonous snake had crawled into his sleeve.

Mrs. Qiuguo's body trembled suddenly, and then she said in a voice, "Alas, slow, slow down......."

"Little, don't move!" The old man frowned slightly, and slowly lifted three slender fingers from the satin-smooth back of Mrs. Qiuguo. Between the fingers, a silver needle was dazzling and cold, and a few drops of blood slowly flowed down the tip of the needle.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, please be a little lighter!" Mrs. Qiu Guo wailed in her nostrils, not so much begging for mercy as temptation.

The man with a pale face was unmoved, wiped the tip of the needle with the cotton cloth handed by the maid, and stabbed it without hesitation. The focus of his expression is like fiddling with a peerless embroidery.

At this moment, what he presents under the needle is indeed a peerless masterpiece. It's just that it is not embroidered on the satin, but it is stabbed in the skin of Mrs. Qiuguo. With each stitch, Mrs. Qiu Guo trembled with pain, but she didn't dare to move her body away in the slightest, lest the needle under the old man's hand fall in the wrong place, and she had to use more pain to remedy it.

Even if she moved, she couldn't get out of the felt under her. There were four thick chains, pulled from the ground at the four feet of the felt, locking her hands and feet, respectively. A dark green jade pillow rested just under her lower abdomen, cushioning her buttocks, and swinging her upper body and lower body at an approximate right angle.

Two royal blue veils covered her arms, buttocks and thighs, making her bare back look smoother and more delicate. And on this delicate and smooth skin, a bewitching peony tree is really slowly taking shape.

The branches are inky black and the leaves are turquoise, which is obviously not colored at the same time, but it is natural, and it is no different from the peony born in the Royal Forbidden Garden. Against the backdrop of heavy green leaves, several delicate flowers bloom vigorously.

Every petal is perfect.

The old man does not allow defective works to exist, and occasionally a needle is not in place, and he will definitely try to repair it. Or use a series of fine array eyes to tattoo the petals out of the veins. Or use a series of stacked thorns to embroider the shadow of the petals.

After dozens of stitches, the old man's pale face gradually turned red, and his wheezing sound was as heavy as a cow. He quickly pulled out the silver needle, gently placed it on the tray handed by the maid, and then gently wiped it on his forehead with the cold towel handed by the other maid. "You prostitute, how can you bear it so much today? Do you want to leave me sooner and sell your hue elsewhere? Explain it yourself, otherwise don't blame me for being polite! ”

"King, lord, think, where do you think!" Mrs. Yu Guo was so hurt that she couldn't even speak, but she still had a charming smile on her face, "The slave family just heard your call this morning, so they immediately drove over. It took less than half an hour to work before and after! ”

"Where does King Qing get to me, does it take half an hour?" The old man smiled, his voice as low as a night owl. "I think you need to have a longer memory!"

"Don't, don't, King Qing, King Qing, he ......." Mrs. Yu Guo was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she explained in a loud voice. Before she could finish speaking, the old man had already grabbed a steel needle, which was four times thicker than before, and pierced it into her spine.

"Ahh Tear the chains to a clang. The old man was even more excited, raised his legs and straddled up, pressed Mrs. Qiu's pink buttocks, and the steel needle danced up and down rapidly. Blood splattered, interspersed with the jingle of chains and the screams of women. The two maids soon lost their eyes and turned their heads to the corner. The sound of the old man's heavy breathing came to their ears along with the wailing, which stimulated them to be drenched in cold sweat and their hands and feet to be sore.

Finally, the wailing stopped. Mrs. Qiuguo's body struggled a few times like a dying carp, and she lay motionless on the felt collapse. The old man's wheezing voice was also at its peak, and he suddenly threw the steel needle aside, and reached out to tear off the last two blocks on Mrs. Qiuguo's lower body.

The smell of blood in the room was suddenly mixed with an unpleasant obscene smell. The two maids did not dare to leave, nor did they dare to look back, so they squatted down slowly with their legs together. The hem of the skirt was already wet in the blink of an eye.

As if this was what the old man wanted, he galloped, gasped, and suddenly let out a beastly roar. Lying on the bloody back of Mrs. Qiuguo, her body kept swinging.

Knowing that today's catastrophe was about to pass, the two maids slowly stood up, moved step by step to the collapse, and one picked up a towel and gently wiped the sweat of the old man. The other took a silver key from the tray and went to unlock the iron locks on the hands and feet of Mrs. Yuguo.

"Put it down!" The old man, who was already paralyzed, suddenly straightened up again, frowned and shouted angrily. The timid maid shook her hand, and with a "dang bang", dropped a whole bunch of keys on the ground.

"The slave and the maid should die, the slave and the maid should die, please punish the prince!" The little maid was so frightened that she couldn't even cry, and knelt in front of the felt collapse like pounding garlic. The old madman pulled her hair with his hand, looked up and down with a cruel smile, "Punishment, think beautifully." You are such material, how can you be worthy of the old man to do it himself. Someone ------ coming."

"In!" Two Kunlun slaves in full armor immediately rushed in, and without saying anything, they set up the little maid. "Thirty lashes! Stripped off his clothes and hung under the plum tree outside the window! The crazy old man commanded with a smirk.

The two Kunlun slaves agreed, and dragged the little maid down like a rag. After a while, there was a crisp whip and a woman's scream outside the window.

"Hmm!" Listening to the screams of the maid, the old man staggered to his feet as if he had drunk alcohol. ", she screams so much worse than you. Tell me, how many men have you served to learn such ecstatic screams! ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Qiuguo, who had fallen into a semi-comatose state, trembled again, turned her head, and the smile on her face was like a peach blossom after a rainstorm, "Lord Wang, don't you think the shouts outside are too green?" It's better to give her to the slave family first, let the slave family ** for a few days, learn how to call, and then send her back to the prince to continue whipping. ”

"Good, good, good......." The old man was very happy to hear this, stretched out his hand to push open the window, and shouted outside, "Stop, stop fighting." The rest is booked first. Send her to Mrs. Qiuguo's mansion and pick her up in half a year! ”

"No!" The Kunlun slaves agreed, and dragged the little maid whose back had been drawn to a bloody pulp and retreated. Silence returned to the inside and outside of the house. Another little maid held a towel in her hand, and her body was constantly shaking and trembling.

"What, you want to get a few whips too?!" The crazy old man turned his head, and a cold light shot out of his eyes.

"Ahh The little maid jumped up like a frightened hind, grabbed a towel, and wiped it around the old man's tree-like body. "Stupid!" The old man slapped it far away. Grabbed another towel from the tray with his own hands, walked to the Duobao Pavilion against the wall, and took out a bottle of Jiannan Dao's tribute. He sprinkled half a bottle on the towel, then strode back to the felt, and wiped the wine-soaked towel off Mrs. Qiu's back.

"Ahh The old man became excited again, wiped the blood stains on Mrs. Qiuguo's back with three handfuls, and then dropped the towel and stretched out his big ghost-like hand to the side, "Come on!" ”。

This time, the little maid finally became smarter. Picked up a glass bottle from the tray at his feet, pulled out the stopper, and quickly handed it over. "Hmm!" The old man nodded in satisfaction, and with his little thumb he drew a little black-green dye from the bottle, and carefully applied it to the marks made by the steel needle. While smearing, he said to himself, "Scorched peony, do you understand." It turns out that those branches lack a little charm no matter how you look at them, but this section of the new thorn branch today just makes up for the previous shortcomings! ”

"The prince also said that it was good, it must be good!" Mrs. Yu Guo smiled tiredly and responded softly. The peony pattern on her back has been inspected in the mirror herself. It's really a beautiful tattoo. And this peony picture, which took two years to complete, brought her only endless humiliation.

"That old guy, he can still jump for a few days, even if it is for our Yang family, you can accommodate him!" After being humiliated by this person for the first time, his brother Yang Guozhong advised.

Since then, every leaf and petal of the peony flower has been for the same reason.

However, the old man did not die for a long time. From two years ago to now, the more I live, the more spiritual, the more crazy I become. "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him! Just use that sword! Looking at the black iron chains that locked her hands, Mrs. Qiu Guo smiled, and at this moment, the smile was incomparably charming.

The scorched peony behind him gradually took shape, and the crazy old man changed another jade bottle in his hand, and while using his fingers to hook out bright red and apply it to the needle hole on Mrs. Qiu's back, he said with a smile: "Little prostitute, you can speak." For the sake of you painting with the old man today, the old man will teach you to be obedient. Our Li family can share power with our courtiers, but we will not share the country. Your brother is not a fool, you bring the old man's words to him. He'll understand! ”

After that, I put on the last touch, and in an instant, there were scorched peonies, blooming dizzyingly.