Blue Book Tribulation Phoenix

Chapter 43

Having not seen Wuji for three consecutive days, Qingshu began to wonder if he had forgotten his existence, but the daily soup was still delivered on time, and it became more refined every day.

In the study, Wuji paints the bamboo very elegantly. He does not use azurite or ink, but takes cinnabar and dissolves it in water.There seems to be infinite vitality expanding in the bright red bamboo, Wuji concentrates on painting, Shang Ding stands aside and dare not disturb him.

After drawing the last leaf, Wuji looked at Shang Ding.

"You sent everything?"

"Yes, the slaves have all been delivered, and the soup is still hot when they arrive at the place."

"Did he say anything?"

"Back to the emperor, Mr. Song just thanked the old slave, and didn't say anything else."

Wuji felt a bit bitter in his mouth: "He, didn't he mention me?"

Even though he knew the answer Wuji was looking forward to, Shang Ding did not dare to deceive the king.

The writing brush in his hand was broken by Wuji, took a deep breath, Wuji asked: "How is he inside?"

"Your Majesty Bing, he stays very honest in there. Although the environment in the dungeon is not very good, Mr. Song is able to go with the situation and enjoy himself."

Enjoy yourself, what a happy one.I endured it for three days without going to see him, because I just wanted to wait for him to admit defeat and speak soft words to myself.Unexpectedly, he couldn't see himself, even in such a place, he could live comfortably.

It turned out that in the past three days, I was the only one who suffered from lovesickness day and night, and he was so infatuated that Qingshu could miss him.He, he, him!He remembered thanking the same old palace slave, but he didn't even remember asking if he was okay.

"Wow, clang."

Wuji raised his hand in anger and swept everything on the table to the ground.

Shang Ding quickly knelt down: "The emperor calms down, the emperor calms down."

The ink splashed onto Wuji's clothes and shoes, he crumpled the blood bamboo and threw it into the bamboo basket.

After calming down his anger, Wuji put his hands behind his back, clenched his fists and then released them.

"Okay, get up. Go change clothes with me. After so many days of daily use of ointment, his injury is probably healed. It's time for me to go and 'see' him."

There was a cold light in Wuji's eyes, and Shang Ding felt chills all over after taking a peek. He lowered his head and followed Wuji obediently.He knew in his heart that once the emperor got angry, the handsome and elegant young man locked in the dungeon would suffer again.

After changing his clothes and taking his things, Wuji led people to the door of the dungeon.Shang Ding said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, are the slaves and others still waiting outside?"

Wuji nodded his head in acquiescence.

Qing Shu heard the voice coming from the corridor of the dungeon, he stood up, stood respectfully by the door and waited.The person who brought him meals in the past two days was a kind old palace man who ran back and forth for him every day, thanks to the old man Shang who brought him a change of clothes and asked the prison guard to prepare bath water. Only then can I take a shower to get rid of the bad smell on my body.Qing Shu was somewhat grateful to the old man.He didn't think about it at all, it was just because of Wuji's confession.

Seeing the person coming, Qing Shu retracted the hand that wanted to help carry the food box.

"You? I thought it was—"

Wuji slammed the cell door heavily: "Who do you think, huh? Lie down and let me see how your injury is doing."

Although he was not very willing, although Wuji seemed a bit violent, Qing Shu still turned his back and untied his belt.Wuji watched his dawdling movements, unwilling to wait any longer, and hugged him from behind.

"I will help you."

Wuji forcefully cut Qingshu's belt with his fingertips.With nothing tied on, some loose trousers directly slipped down to Qing Shu's ankles.

Without any effort to separate Qing Shu's legs, Yushuan was no longer there.It was only used on the first day, but later Qing Shu felt that it was troublesome and strange to push it back and forth, so he put it on the table and did not use it again.

The secret place directly exposed in front of his eyes caused Wuji's pupils to shrink slightly.Like a hungry wolf longing for fresh meat, Wuji longed for green books.

Staring at Qing Shu's face, Wuji poked his finger in, Qing Shu's expression was a bit awkward and awkward, but he didn't feel any sign of pain.He pulled out his finger with peace of mind, there should be no problem, but it is more reliable to ask Qing Shu.

"Brother, do you still feel pain there?"

Qingshu can't lie, even if Shang Ding kindly told him to pretend for a few more days, he couldn't tell a lie.

"The medicine you gave me is very effective. The injury was completely healed yesterday, and there should be no problem with my actions now."

Wuji still pressed on him: "That's good, I'm here to give you medicine today."

Qing Shu refused: "It's already healed, there's no need to apply any more medicine, besides, there's still some left over from the last one. Why don't you leave the things and I'll apply the ointment myself."

Wuji leaned over him and said lazily: "Brother, you are really unkind. You got something, so you want to drive me away?"

Qing Shu didn't say anything, it was his tacit consent.Wuji's hand held Qing Shu's immature body, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him: "But I don't want to leave, what should I do?"

Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, he struggled under Wuji's body.

Wuji held his limbs: "Don't move around, I'm trying to endure, let me apply the medicine to you."

The root of life was held in his hand, Qing Shu didn't dare to move again.

The lid of the Wuji box was opened, and the smell came out. Qingshu sniffed it, and it was still the light smell of herbs, but it seemed to be a little more spicy than last time.He wrinkled his nose and said vigilantly, "Why doesn't it seem to be the same as last time?"

Wuji smiled and bit the tip of his nose: "Brother's nose is as good as a dog's, but it's a pity that no dog is obedient."

Qing Shu frowned and turned his head away, Wuji pushed the ointment deep, and waited.

This is an aphrodisiac formulated by Wuji himself, the dose is not heavy, it was originally intended to win Qing Shu's affection, so that he can act conveniently.

Qing Shu only felt a little itching in the back, a little heat on his body, and the thing in Wuji's hand gradually became stiff.

The corners of Wuji's mouth were slightly bent in satisfaction, and he blew out the oil lamp with his palm. In the cell, he couldn't see his fingers. In the thick darkness, Wuji played with Qingshu's body.

"Brother, please feel me well."

It was precisely because he couldn't see anything that Qingshu's other senses were mobilized. What Wuji did to him made him tremble, and his sense of touch became more acute. The impact seemed to be stronger than seeing it with his own eyes. Even more intense.

He could feel Wuji's fingers slowly poking in. He felt the shape of the joints and the friction of the pads of the fingers, and his waist felt sore and numb.Wuji's breath on his neck was full, making Qingshu feel that he was about to be scalded by him.Every inch of the feeling of body fit was guided by Wuji and asked him to write it down.Seemingly touching, Qing Shu wanted to get rid of Wuji's all-pervasive teasing.

This time Wuji prepared patiently, he didn't want to wait for Qingshu to heal his injuries for a few days every time.He twitched, stirred, and curled up his knuckles to dig in Qingshu's honey hole.The intestinal juice is constantly secreted, so much that it flows out along the gap in the buttocks.Qing Shu resisted the burning desire and struggled towards the door.They moved too much, and the mice hiding in the grass piled out in fright.

Gradually, three fingers could be accommodated there. Seeing that the expansion was almost done, Wuji took out his fingers, put his own things on top, and pressed down Qingshu's arched waist, completely submerging his savings. The boredom of the past few days has been vented.

Seeing that Qing Shu was still struggling, Wuji frowned, and squeezed hard on his pussy, Qing Shu cried out in pain, curled up under his body to pant.Wuji shook vigorously, his sweat fell down Qingshu's white and clean back along his strong and powerful body.

"Want to run, huh? Where can you run to? Can you escape to this cell, escape to the palace? Can you escape to the palace, and can you escape to my world? Weave a cage."

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Qing Shu was knocked so hard that he couldn't speak a complete sentence, and his words of defense turned into fragmented groans. He tried to cover his mouth, but Wuji grabbed his hands and didn't use his hands behind his back. His obscene clothes were tied up.

Physical entanglement, resistance gradually turned into pleading, then confusion and obsession.

Qing Shu didn't know what he was talking about anymore, he just hoped that Wuji would go deeper.Intermittent sobriety will make him feel ashamed of himself, and every time he doesn't think about it, he will be drawn into deeper evil desires by Wuji.

Hugging Wuji's arm, Qing Shu clenched his lips.Wuji saw that he was so impatient, he finally let him go.The body tensed, and Wuji vented it in Qingshu's body.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Wuji kissed Qing Shu's cheek, his hand lingering on Qing Shu's chest: "Senior brother also enjoyed it a lot, didn't you? Don't resist so much next time, I will take it easy To teach you the joy of that sort of thing."

He opened his tired eyes slightly, then closed them again.Qing Shu's body was still scorching hot, being kneaded by Wuji almost erupted again.

Enough lingering, Wuji put on clothes for himself and him.Then he asked the prison envoy to prepare hot water, and after they withdrew, Wuji cleaned up Qing Shu's body briefly.

"Zhen has sent someone to tidy up a palace, and I will take you in tomorrow." Snatching a kiss on Qing Shu's lips, Wuji left happily.

Lying on the haystack, Qing Shu was already very tired, and Wuji acted recklessly, so that he didn't even have the strength left to lift a finger.The old wound was not healed and a new wound was added. Although there was no more bleeding this time, there were many purple and blue scratches on his body.Qing Shu lay there half-conscious, until the sound of someone's footsteps came again, he held his breath and didn't dare to move, for fear that Wuji would change his mind and go back again, and wanted to accompany him to sleep in the bedroom today.