In the depths of the room, Wei Yan sat quietly on the bed, his mouth was tied with strips of cloth, the big red clothes on the bed were wrinkled, his hair was messy, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were full of the cold of being violated, but when he saw the person who came, there was a trace of loosening.

Qianwan pursed her lips slightly, and walked towards the bed very slowly, her eyes sinking a little more with each step closer.

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, an indescribable sense of shame broke through the ground, he hurriedly avoided Qianwan's gaze, his gaze slipped on his toes, trying to break free from the shackles that bound his ankles.

The way he looks now is really unbearable......

It's like a lowly forbidden-belly, reduced to a plaything in the hands of others, worse than a slave.

Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head a little astringently.

Qianwan stretched out her hand, ripped off the ribbon hanging the curtain, and then leaned down, bypassed Wei Yan's neck, and gently tied up his scattered hair.

The whip mark on the back of his shoulder fell into his eyes, and Qianwan paused slightly, pursed his lips, and then untied the strip of cloth tied around his mouth.

Wei Yan's breathing was about to freeze, and he pressed himself to calm down, and when his hands pulled up his hair, his heart trembled.

However, the other party's next move almost made him unable to contain it anymore.

Qianwan squatted down in front of him, broke the shackles, held his ankles, and gently pressed his thumb against the red and swollen area, slowly rubbing the blood stasis away with the softest force.

Wei Yan's pupils dilated, and he looked at the indifferent person in front of him in shock.

The youngest minister, who was deeply favored by the emperor, was so unscrupulous, and even so gentle and considerate to a eunuch...... Rub the wound.

Qi Qianwan, what is ......

Wei Yan's face turned red suddenly, and after panicking, he regained his composure, and retracted his feet in resistance, "Lord Qi, this is not appropriate." ”

Qianwan glanced up at him, didn't let go, and only asked, "What do they want you to do?" ”

Wei Yan's movements stiffened, and the hand hidden behind him slowly curled up, "My lord, before the curfew, leave here." ”

His tone was solemn, as if he was really worried that Qianwan would not leave.

Qianwan shook her head with a faint smile, put on his boots and socks, propped one hand on the edge of the bed, suddenly approached, smelled the aroma on his body, and slowly hooked the corners of his lips.

"Wei Yan, what do they want you to do?"

"Your Excellency!"

Wei Yan was stunned, because he was avoiding the other party's questioning, the whole person fell back on the bed, his fair cheeks were stained with a light flush, "I'm not ......"

This posture is too ambiguous.

He could almost feel that the other party's aura had completely invaded his private territory, long beyond his preset psychological defenses.

just looked at those cold eyebrows, but he couldn't give birth to the slightest disgust.

"I'm not leaving."

Qianwan's eyes softened.

She could probably guess Fei Guifei's idea, there were spies watching all around, if she left tonight, Wei Yan would never be able to get out of this room again.

But if she doesn't leave, then tomorrow there will be a letter pressed in front of the emperor's case, accusing her of being a pamper, colluding with the eunuchs, and several cases will be taken together.

With the emperor's character, although he will not believe it all, he will always have a mustard, not to mention how she is, the first person to be disposed of is Wei Yan.

If you want to solve this situation, you have to agree to the Fei family's request, otherwise as long as Wei Yan is in the palace for a day, there will be no peace.

It's just that Wei Yan, who is a chess piece......

How can you be ignorant?

Qianwan took out the gold sore medicine from his sleeve and put it in Wei Yan's hand, "The wound should be treated in time." ”

Wei Yan held the porcelain vase, his throat tightened, and he said in a low voice, "My lord, you can go." ”

(End of chapter)