"Just wait, it won't take more than a few days!" The same words came from the mouth of an old-looking man, but they had a completely different flavor.
"How long do you want me to wait?" Mrs. Guo Guo turned around, her face full of sorrow, "You said that two years ago. Two years later, you still said the same thing. Can't you, the Li family, find out?
Is there a responsible man coming?"
"How can a prostitute like you understand the affairs of our Li family?" the old man scolded in a low voice. There was no anger in his voice, but it sounded like a poisonous snake crawling into his sleeve.
Mrs. Guo Guo's body trembled suddenly, and then she moaned, "Oh, slow down, slow down..."
"Little whore, don't move!" The old man frowned slightly, and slowly raised three slender fingers from Mrs. Guo Guo's silky-smooth back. Between the fingers, a silver needle shone brightly, and a few drops
Blood beads slowly flowed down the tip of the needle.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, please be gentler!" Mrs. Guo Guo whined in her nostrils, which was more of a temptation than a plea for mercy.
The man with an old face was unmoved. He wiped the tip of the needle with the cotton cloth handed over by the maid, and stabbed it in slowly. His expression was focused, as if he was playing with a piece of peerless embroidery.
What was presented under his needle at this moment was indeed a masterpiece. It was just that it was not embroidered on silk, but was stabbed into Mrs. Guo Guo's skin. Every time the needle went down, Mrs. Guo Guo shuddered in pain.
But he didn't dare to move his body even an inch, lest the needle in the old man's hand fall to the wrong place, and he would have to suffer more pain to make up for it.
Even if she moved, she could not leave the felt platform underneath her. There were four thick iron chains pulled from the ground at the four feet of the felt platform, locking her hands and feet respectively. A dark green jade pillow,
It was placed just under her lower abdomen and her buttocks were raised, so that the upper and lower bodies formed an approximate right angle.
Two sapphire blue gauze covered her arms, hips and thighs, making her exposed back look smoother and more delicate. And on this delicate and smooth skin, a tree of enchanting peonies slowly took shape.
The branches are ink black and the leaves are green. It is obvious that they are not painted at the same time, but they are completely natural, no different from the peonies that grow in the royal garden. Against the background of the heavy green leaves, several delicate flowers are in full bloom.
Every petal is perfect.
The old man does not allow defective works to exist. Occasionally, if a needle is not pricked in place, he will try to repair it. He may use a series of fine stitches to embroider the veins of the petals, or use a series of overlapping needles to embroider the shadows of the petals.
After dozens of needles, the old man's pale face gradually turned red, and his breathing was as heavy as an ox. He quickly pulled out the silver needle, placed it gently on the tray handed over by the maid, and then used the cold towel handed over by another maid.
Gently wipe it on your forehead. "You whore, how can you be so patient today? Are you thinking of leaving me early and going to sell your lust elsewhere? You must explain yourself, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
"My lord, your lord, where did you think you were?" Mrs. Guo Guo was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak, but she still had a charming smile on her face. "This morning, I just heard your call and immediately
I drove over here. It took less than half an hour in total!"
"Does it take half an hour to get from King Qing to my place?" The old man smiled, his voice as low as a night owl. "I think you need to remember a little longer!"
"No, no, Prince Qing, Prince Qing..." Mrs. Guo Guo was so frightened that her face turned pale and she kept explaining. Before she could finish her words, the old man had already grabbed a stick that was four times thicker than before.
A steel needle pierced her spine.
"Ah -" Mrs. Guo Guo howled long and pitifully, her body involuntarily twisting on the snow-white felt like a snake, making the iron chain jingle. But the old man became even more excited, raised his legs to sit on it, and pressed down
Mrs. Guo Guo's pink buttocks, the steel needle danced rapidly up and down. Blood droplets splashed, mixed with the jingling of iron chains and the woman's sharp whine. The two maids soon couldn't stand it anymore, and secretly turned their heads to the corner. The old man's heavy
The sound of breathing and whining reached their ears, causing them to sweat and make their hands and feet sore.
Finally, the wails stopped. Mrs. Guo struggled a few times like a dying carp, and lay motionless on the felt. The old man's breathing reached its peak, and he suddenly threw the steel needle aside and stretched out his hand to pull off the Guo Guo.
The last two pieces of cover on the lower body of the Chinese lady.
The smell of blood in the room was suddenly mixed with an unpleasant smell of lasciviousness. The two maids did not dare to leave, nor did they dare to look back. They pressed their legs tightly together and slowly squatted down. The hem of their skirts was already gone in the blink of an eye.
A wet piece.
The old man seemed to want this state. He was galloping, panting, and suddenly let out a beast-like roar. He lay on Mrs. Guo Guo's bloody back, and his body kept shaking.
The two maids knew that today's disaster was about to end. They stood up slowly and moved step by step to the old man. One picked up a towel and gently wiped the old man's sweat. The other picked up a silver key from the tray.
, to open the iron locks on Mrs. Guo Guo's hands and feet.
"Put it down!" The old man who had collapsed into a ball suddenly straightened up again, frowned and shouted angrily. The timid maid shook her hand and dropped the whole bunch of keys to the ground with a "clang".
"My slave deserves to die, my slave deserves to die, please punish me!" The little maid was so frightened that she couldn't even cry. She knelt in front of the carpet and felt like pounding garlic. The old madman pulled up her hair with his hands and looked up and down with a grin.
"Punishment is a beautiful idea. How can you be worthy of me doing it myself? Someone--"
"Here!" Two Kunlun slaves in full armor rushed in immediately. Without any explanation, they picked up the little maid. "Thirty lashes! Take off your clothes and hang them under the plum blossom tree outside the window!" The crazy old man laughed ferociously.
command.
The two Kunlun slaves agreed and dragged the little maid down like a rag. After a while, the crisp sound of a whip and the woman's sharp howl came from outside the window.
"Well!" Listening to the maid's screams, the old man stood up unsteadily as if he had drunk alcohol. "Whore, she screams much more unpleasantly than you. Tell me, how many men have you served?
Only then did I learn such an ecstatic cry!"
Hearing this, Mrs. Guo Guo, who had fallen into a semi-conscious state, shuddered again and turned her head. The smile on her face was like a peach blossom after a rainstorm, "My lord, don't you think the shouts outside are too green? Why don't you start first?"
Give her to the slave family, let the slave family learn how to bark for a few days, and then return her to the prince to continue whipping her."
"Okay, okay, okay..." The old man was very happy when he heard that. He stretched out his hand to open the window and shouted outside: "Stop, stop beating. The rest will be recorded first. Send her to her." At Mrs. Guo’s house, I’ll bring you back in half a year!”
"No!" the Kunlun slaves agreed, dragging the little maid whose back had been beaten to a bloody pulp and retreated. Silence returned instantly inside and outside the house. Another little maid held a towel in her hand, and her body was shaking and shaking. .
"What, you also want to get a taste of being whipped a few times?!" The crazy old man turned back, a cold light shot out of his eyes.
"Ah!" The little maid jumped up like a frightened deer, grabbed a towel, and wiped it all over the old man's dead tree-like body. "Stupid!" The old man slapped him away from the tray and took it out of the tray with his own hands. Grabbing another piece of towel, he walked to the Duobao Pavilion against the wall and took out a bottle of liquor from Jiannan Road. He sprinkled half of the bottle on the towel, then strode back to the carpet to moisten it. The towel of wine wiped Mrs. Guo Guo's back.
"Ah - ah - ah -" was another series of gentle whines, mixed with endless pain and temptation. The old man became excited again, wiped the blood on Mrs. Guo Guo's back with two handfuls, and then left her Towel, stretched out his big hands like ghost claws to the side, "Come on!".
This time, the little maid finally became smarter. She picked up a glass bottle from the tray at her feet, pulled out the stopper, and quickly handed it over. "Yes!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and drew a line from the bottle with his little finger. Dots of black and green dye were carefully applied on the marks made by the steel needles. While applying, he said to himself, "Scorched bone peony, you understand. It turns out that those branches are missing a bit of charm, and This section of broken branch that was newly pricked today has just made up for the previous shortcomings!"
"Your Majesty also said it was good, so it must be good!" Mrs. Guo Guo smiled tiredly and responded in a gentle voice. She had also examined the peony pattern on her back in the mirror. It was indeed a wonderful workmanship. .And this peony painting, which took two years to complete, brought her nothing but endless humiliation.
"That old guy can still run around for a few days. Even for the sake of our Yang family, you just have to accommodate him!" His brother Yang Guozhong advised him after being humiliated by this person for the first time.
From then on, every leaf and petal of the peony flower was for the same reason.
However, the old man has not died yet. He has been living since two years ago. The more he lives, the more energetic and crazier he becomes. "I must kill him, I must kill him! Just use that sword!" Wang said. Holding the dark iron chains that locked her hands, Mrs. Guo Guo smiled. At this moment, her smile turned out to be extremely charming.
The scorched bone peony on the back gradually took shape. The crazy old man changed his hand to another jade vase. While using his fingers to draw bright red paint on the pinholes on Mrs. Guo Guo's back, he said with a smile: "Little whore, you are the only one who knows how to do it." Talk. Because you are accompanying me to paint today, I will teach you to be good. Our Li family can share power with the ministers, but we will not share the country. Your brother is not an idiot. You tell him what I said. He will naturally I’ll understand!”
Having said that, I applied the last touch casually, and in an instant, there were scorched bone peonies blooming in a dazzling way.
