In the entire hall, only the lantern in Nan Qing's hand shone brightly.
Feng Chao stood in the darkness, his robes were scattered and the crown on his head was missing.
His long black hair was disheveled, and only his bright eyes could be seen in the darkness, looking down on his expression.
Those eyes were like those of a wild beast, a hungry beast lurking in the darkness staring at its prey, with the desire to hunt in its eyes.
No wonder no one dares to approach this place. If they are knocked down by this beast, a piece of flesh will be bitten off even if they don't die.
Er Er looked at the data on the light screen and reminded: "He is in a very bad mood. I suggest you leave as soon as possible."
"Can't leave."
She couldn't run out of the palace gate at her speed.
And she wasn't planning to run, she was already expecting it when she came.
But she didn't expect that Feng Chao was more serious than she thought.
Feng Chao had a splitting headache, chills all over, and a fever inside. He even wanted to use a knife to scrape the flesh all over, so that maybe he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
His irritability continued to rise, and he wanted to smash things and kill people.
Suddenly a red light came in from outside, and a thin figure in red walked in slowly in the darkness.
There were also several fluorescent fireflies following her.
She spoke to the insect very softly and gently.
Feng Chao only felt funny when he saw this scene.
"come over."
Feng Chao held back a strong headache, the expression on his face was very calm.
Nan Qing walked up to him holding a lantern and raised his head: "Your Majesty, I am here to serve your Majesty."
"Do you want to die?"
"I don't want to."
"Then let me count the dozens. If you had run out, you would not have died. If you had not run out, you would have died here tonight."
If others heard this, they would probably take a breath and despair.
Nan Qing looked at him calmly, with a puzzled look on his face: "Does Your Majesty think this boring chasing game is fun?"
She was contradicting him.
Feng Chao's dark eyes lowered a little, and his voice was a little weak, and he said: "It seems like a chasing game, but it is your life that is at stake. I think it's fun."
It's a game for the superior, and it's definitely fun in his position.
The slave position is not only not fun, but also humiliating, trampling on, and dying without dignity. Slaves never have dignity.
The scene where he was chased and teased in Beiling flashed through Feng Chao's mind.
The circle around his forehead was like a red-hot iron hoop. Feng Chao was so painful that he was sweating.
He didn't call the imperial doctor, and it would be useless if he did.
When those old guys are in front of him, he just wants to kill them.
Feng Chao lowered his head and caught a glimpse of her feet. She was now wearing a pair of bright-colored embroidered shoes, and her white and tender feet could no longer be seen.
The floor of the palace is made of black jade, and it will definitely look better when you step on it with your snow-white feet than on an animal skin drum.
"If you take off your shoes and run, slaves can't wear shoes, right?"
It was clear that a life and death game was about to begin, but she was not anxious or afraid at all.
Nan Qing placed the lantern at their feet, bent down and took off his embroidered shoes, stepping on the ground with his tender white feet.
"I am your Majesty's servant now. I heard that Nanling women do not expose their feet outside and can only show their feet to their husbands, so I came here wearing shoes all the way. I should have taken them off just after entering the palace. It's because I have a bad memory."
The fire of the lantern was warm orange, and when the lantern was placed on the ground, the light shone on her toes, making each finger appear colored.
The beautiful face and figure were not that attractive to Feng Chao, but the pair of feet were.
Nan Qing picked up the lantern and said, "It's too dark in the palace. Please go and light a lantern."
She seemed to have forgotten the chasing game that the tyrant had just mentioned, and she carried the lantern very naturally and lit up several lamps around her.
Suddenly the hall became brighter, and the faces of the two people could finally be seen clearly.
There was no makeup on her face, so she was less charming and more childish and innocent. Her eyelashes were very long and her face was tender.
Although she was a female slave, she looked like she was well-raised, and there were probably many people dressing and grooming her.
Other slaves walked on both feet, but those feet were already full of fat loss and scars, while hers were still white and tender.
Feng Chao thought of the noble girls in Beiling, or the women wearing power fences beside the princes and nobles, all of them looked at him with their chins raised.
'This is the Sixth Prince of Nanling. Why are you still kneeling on the ground picking up something to eat?'
'Oh, I accidentally stepped on the Sixth Prince's hand, Your Highness, don't blame me.'
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Nan Qing had just lit a lamp when she looked up and saw the figure reflected on the screen. Feng Chao was standing behind her.
Nan Qing felt a strong murderous aura, and when she turned around, a hand grabbed her neck.
Feng Chao was so tall that Nan Qing was pinched by him so he stood on tiptoes to feel less uncomfortable: "Didn't Your Majesty say tens? You haven't even counted a single one yet."
Feng Chao thought she would cry and beg for mercy, but he didn't expect that she would be able to say this.
Nan Qing was a little breathless, but not enough to be strangled to death. Her face quickly turned red.
Feng Chao didn't say anything in response and just kept pinching her.
Suddenly he let go. At this time, a normal person would seize the opportunity to run away, but Nan Qing suddenly rushed forward and hugged his waist.
After hugging him, he realized that Feng Chao's body was very cold. Feng Chao also looked a little painful and his expression was very strange.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Feng Chao: "Relax. If you don't want to die, get out and hide. Don't come in."
He no longer has the energy to play chasing games with Xiao Nu. Feng Chao just wants to be alone.
Nan Qing let go of his waist, but raised her hand to touch his head.
However, Feng Chao was irritated and suddenly hit her shoulder with a palm. Nan Qing grunted in pain, but still insisted on raising her hand to touch his forehead, and then massaged and touched it gently.
Feng Chao noticed her intentions, so he relaxed a little and gave her a chance.
Nan Qing's right shoulder was injured, but he still endured the pain and raised his hands to gently massage it: "Your Majesty, you have a headache? I may learn some techniques that will help."
Feng Chao simply sat on the ground, his long hair disheveled, and his face looked extremely good-looking under the light. He was a handsome man, but a little crazy. He closed his eyes.
Nan Qing also knelt on the ground and massaged his head.
The two of them got along silently.
Feng Chao is scary even when he doesn't speak. He is like a dormant poisonous snake that may get angry and bite at any time.
Nan Qing massaged it, her technique was very good, and Feng Chao gradually felt that the pain in his head was not so bad.
Feng Chao's headache was actually cured by massaging and applying medicine, but with this tyrant's style of conduct, no one dared to massage it, and the imperial doctor could not even get close to him to check the cause of his illness.
Feng Chao slowly relaxed and opened his eyes to look at the beauty beside him: "You are still useful, what is your name?"
"My name is Nanqing."
Feng Chao: "Lying, the slave is obviously nameless. Only when there is a master, the master will give the slave a name."
While rubbing his head, Nan Qing leaned on him from the side and said coquettishly: "Then will your Majesty name the slave?"
Feng Chao: "Just call me Xiaonu. Does your status deserve the surname Nan?"
The toy sent by Beiling actually wanted to be named Nan? I clashed with him from Nanling.
A coldness flashed in Nan Qing's eyes, and she leaned against Feng Chao and smiled without saying anything.
Feng Chao felt cold all over. When she leaned over, it felt warm and soft to the touch. It was like a hand warmer covered with a cloth bag, soft and warm.
Feng Chao reached out and took her into his arms. The two sat on the ground, and Feng Chao just held her.
"Your Majesty, why not go to the bed, it is warmer there."