The sound could be heard and he trembled and blamed himself. He clenched his hands tightly and stood up stiffly: "Subsidiary will go and receive the punishment yourself."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the Emperor Xiu to say anything, and walked out without looking back with fear that he would be driven out one step later.

The Emperor Xiu spoke in a calm tone: "Come back."

Qin Shang's steps froze, turned around like a lead, lowered his head and his pale face, looking particularly pityful.

Emperor Xiu's eyes fell quietly on him.

After a while, Qin Shang slowly walked back, and only walked to the front of Emperor Xiu three or four steps before stopping, always lowering his head, looking panicked and helpless.

"Come here." Emperor Xiu's slender fingers hooked at him.

Qin Shang raised his eyes slightly, and there was still a clear look of uneasiness in his eyes. He pursed his lips. He lowered his head again, raised his foot and walked to the place where Emperor Xiu reached, and stood uneasy.

Emperor Xiu stretched out his hand and raised his long fingers to his chin: "Go out and receive the punishment?"

Qin Shang's lips were pursed tightly, and his voice was so thin: "I should die..."

"What punishment?"

"Stick...stool punishment..."

Emperor Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that the torture of a stick hurts?"

Qin Shang's voice was very quiet: "What subordinates deserve..."

Emperor Xiu didn't say anything, just stared at him casually, his pupils were calm and clear, as if he was about to tear open his clothes to see him clearly from the inside out. He could only see Qin Shang's blood flowing backwards, and the chill couldn't stop rushing from the soles of his feet to his spine.

The Tao is one foot taller, and the devil is one foot taller.

These eight words appeared in his heart, and Qin Shang couldn't help but want to kneel to the ground again. He really couldn't bear the eyes that came to his heart, as if he wanted to peel off his only clothes and cut open his flesh...

"Take a trick with me?"

There was a hint of laziness in his light voice. Emperor Xiu casually let go of his chin and leaned against the couch, "I will remember the account I had last night. I have free time to change the Japanese seat. I can do it with you."

It is chilly spring, and it is still cold at first.

In February and August, the temperature difference between morning and evening is large, and the day is warm and pleasant, and the cold current passes through the morning and evening.

In just less than a cup of tea, Qin Shang experienced this kind of climate change that was mixed with cold and heat.

As Emperor Xiu finished speaking, the breath that was hanging in his heart finally slowly relaxed. Only then did Qin Shang feel that his clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.

At the same time, he was completely relieved and even a feeling of surprise filled his heart, making his eyebrows and eyes seem to be covered with a layer of golden light, handsome and dazzling.

How could he look pale and panic just now?

His lips moved, and Qin Shang stared at the Emperor Xiu who was resting with his eyes closed. Looking at the face of his master Qinggui Wushuang, he seemed to never be able to see enough. He couldn't bear to take his eyes away. His heart was intertwined with seven points of joy, two points of sourness, and a little aggrieved.

For the first time, I found out that the master actually had a bad side in his bones, bullying him like this.

Qin Shang lowered his eyebrows and looked at the hands of Emperor Xiudai leaning against his waist. His slender and fair fingers looked so touching.

After watching for a while, Qin Shang couldn't help but stretch out his hand, held the master's beautiful and flawless hand to his lips, lowered his head and kissed him gently, with piety, attachment, and tenderness that he had not spoken out.

Emperor Xiu opened his eyes and looked at him lightly: "Free and thin?"
Chapter completed!