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Chapter 23: Not surprised by favor or humiliation
"Master, it's time to leave." There was another knock at the west window outside.
Han Lang stood up, stood under the window, and stretched: "I'm going to go sightseeing and have some fun. I don't know if Mr. Hua is interested."
Hua Rong gestured and said seriously that he was "sexually interesting". He stood up and stood behind Han Lang while holding on to his waist.
At this time, the west window suddenly knocked loudly, and the voice of the man outside said urgently: "Master, hurry up, someone seems to be coming outside."
It was still dark at this time, so Han Lang climbed out of the west window at night and stretched out his hand to pull Hua Rong.
Huarong¡¯s upper body was hung by the window, her waist was still stiff, and her legs were still unable to use their strength, stuck in place like a dead piece of wood.
General Han spent the whole night having fun, but he couldn't pull him up. He could only watch as the courtyard door was knocked open.
In the early morning, the man was dawn, and the man was wearing a dark silver gown, but his pace was still elegant. It was Han Yan.
The opportunity was fleeting, and Han Lang didn't hesitate anymore, climbed up on the roof and escaped.
But Huarong was still hanging in the window like a piece of wood, leaning out half of his body and grinning at Han Yan.
Han Yan came closer and looked at him carefully. He also had a fan in his hand and slapped him on the forehead: "What are you doing, Mr. Hua, hanging up the window to admire the moon? The moon has already set!"
Hua Rong stretched out his hand to indicate that he could not reply.
Han Yan raised his head to look at the roof, waved his hand to his followers to go up to the roof to search, and turned his head to Hua Rong: "Young Master Hua can make gestures, I can understand them."
Hua Rong chatted and gestured: "Go back to the eldest son, seven days have passed. I'm here to watch the sunrise and recite poems and compose rhymes."
"Reciting poems and writing poems?" Han Yan laughed and said, "Master Hua, please come and listen."
Hua Rong hesitated and climbed out of the hall from the window with difficulty, grinning dryly.
The entourage on the roof came down at this time and whispered to Han Yan: "There is indeed someone on the roof, but they have already left."
Han Yan's face suddenly darkened. He raised his hands to straighten his sleeves and snorted coldly: "Master Hua is really reciting poems and composing poems? Or is he meeting Han Lang at night?"
"I'm reciting poetry." Hua Rong gestured, frowned aggrievedly, walked to the courtyard, picked up a dead branch and started writing.
¡°We are not surprised by favors or disgrace, flowers bloom and fall, we have no intention of leaving or leaving, and birds come in and out of the front door.¡±
After writing this sentence, he continued to laugh dryly and gestured: "I have no knowledge and skills, and I can barely compose a poem. The eldest son will laugh at it."
"Flowers bloom and fall, birds come in and out of the front door" Han Yan sneered, while praising Hua Rong for his talent, but at the same time, he backhanded him and stamped his palm on the door of his heart, knocking him out three feet.
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"Even if the poem isindecent, the eldest son doesn't have to lose such a temper." Hua Rong coughed, made difficult gestures, and spat out blood with a "plop" sound.
"I'm not Han Lang, I don't have time to flirt and joke with you." Han Yan came up, grabbed him by the collar and picked him up: "Who was that person just now?! Where did he go? Remember, I only ask this question Three times.¡±
¡°For the second time, who was that person just now and where did he go?!¡± Half an hour later, Han Yan said coldly in a side room in the temple and continued to take care of his sleeves.
Hua Rong made a grimace and gestured: "Master, can I go pick up my button? You just pulled it off. That button is a high-quality jadeite."
"You don't want to answer, okay, very good. Then Mr. Hua, please go in and take a good bath." Han Yan pointed his hand.
At the end of the finger is a wooden basin, which is filled with water vapor and black in color. I don¡¯t know what is placed there.
Hua Rong blinked and gestured: "Thank you for your consideration, sir. You know I haven't washed myself in seven days and my body is very rancid. Thank you very much."
"What's the matter!"
At this moment, there was a sudden thunderbolt in the room, and the noble man arrived with his loud voice.
"My eldest son, I am the man on the roof. I monitor my master every day to see if he is clean or not, and to prevent him from seducing the monks!" After hearing the whole story, his voice became louder, and his neck was full of meaning. Cloudy sky.
Han Yan sneered.
Hua Rong gestured quickly: "If you have time to fart here, why not go to the yard and help me pick up my buttons."
After that, he started to take off his coat, folded it carefully, and gestured: "Master, should I wear underwear?"
Han Yan coughed impatiently.
Hua Rong knew what was going on and quickly got into the barrel. He was submerged in the black juice and only his head was exposed.
"Master Hua, take your time and think about it." Han Yan flicked his sleeves and turned around.I want to have fun traveling around the mountains and rivers. "
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and drank the wine in one gulp.
The strong liquor rushed into his throat, and the taste seemed to become increasingly bitter. He half-closed his eyes and unknowingly made a fist, crushing the wine glass to pieces.
Two days, what will be the result of taking a bath for two days?
Huarong's current performance is like a floating corpse, his face is pale, and he takes a long time to breathe.
Han Yan was now in front of him, allowing him to show his arms and gesture, and take a half-bath.
"How does it feel to take a bath, Mr. Hua?" Han Yan stepped forward and swiped the cold water in the barrel with his hand.
Hua Rong gasped, panting and gesticulating: "It was not bad at first, that grass, it was tickling the soles of my feet."
"Oh." Han Yan responded: "I forgot to tell you that the grass is called 'Arrow Blood'."
"Drill when you see blood, grow when you see blood, right?" Hua Rong nodded: "Thank you for your advice, eldest son."
In the gap between these few words, the water plants in the barrel grew again, reaching as high as his waist, and their thin whiskers coiled up and wrapped around his waist.
"It's blood from an arrow, but it's not like an arrow piercing the heart."
This grass needs to be grown in the medicinal juice. At the beginning, it is only the size of a human fist.
Hua Rong just went in to take a dip. The grass was really funny and kept tickling the soles of his feet.
After scratching for a long time, Hua Rong couldn't help but laugh. Just when he was taking a breath, a thin root in the grass "suddenly" penetrated the blood vessel on the instep of his foot.
After drilling in, it was not greedy and did not penetrate deep. It only drilled blood vessels. At most, it accidentally broke the blood vessels and penetrated half an inch into the flesh.
It feels like an embroidery needle swimming in the blood vessels, and it is very gentle, only pricking you from time to time.
At first, Hua Rong didn¡¯t care. He could roll his eyes flexibly to show his contempt.
Slowly, blood began to appear in the bucket. When the "arrow blood" saw blood, it began to grow. The filaments boring into the blood vessels changed from one to two, two to four, and finally hundreds to thousands.
This bath is good for soaking and washing thoroughly, even every blood vessel is washed. The service is absolutely comprehensive.
"How high is the grass now?" Han Yan asked again, then turned around and ordered more hot water, saying that Mr. Hua would not be frozen.
The servants immediately came to add more. The "arrow blood" was excited by the heat, bursting through the blood vessels and piercing the flesh with a plop.
Hua Rong swayed in the bucket, holding his breath and gesturing: "Just now it reached the waist, the eldest son took care of it, now it has reached the stomach."
Han Yan narrowed his eyes.
"There is something I think I should tell you." After a pause, he leaned over and said, "I don't know if you know Chu Mo, but I have an agreement with him. As long as he helps me, I will eventually let him and you go." free."
Hua Rong blinked, expressing confusion.
He naturally knew the news. The note yesterday was not the first one, nor was it written by Lin Luoyin. The person who sent the message was Chu Mo.
Chu Mo wanted him to wait, saying that he had surrendered to Han Yan and would be free soon.
free.
He laughed when he thought of these two words.
It has been more than two years since he came to the capital. The officials who suppressed him have mentioned Han Yan and his deeds more than once.
Because of his political discord, he exposed the corpse of his only friend since childhood, Ling Chi, for three days to scare others.
After the defeat of the prince, he killed his woman with his own hands. The reason was simple, but he didn't want her to see his god-like defeat.
If Chu Mo knew this, he probably wouldn't be so naive and thought that Uncle Han would be kind and might keep him alive.
"Brothers of the Han family, if we can compare, Han Lang can be considered a kind person and a great benefactor.
This is why he refuses to leave with Han Lang and insists on staying in the capital.
There is always a way to inform Chu Mo that Uncle Han is more ruthless than Mr. Han, and he must never surrender to him.
Of course he would not tell Han Yan this.
He never resisted what the elders said, and was always good at pretending to be dumbfounded.
"So, you don't know who Chu Mo is? And you don't intend to answer my question?" Han Yan sighed.
Hua Rong blinked.
"Do you want me to pull you out? The roots of this grass are rooted in the barrel and cannot be separated from the concoction, but I can't let you go. Do you want to know what will happen if I force you out?"
Hua Rong blinked.
"For the third time, I ask you, who is that person and where did he go!"
Hua Rong blinked again.
"If you blink your eyes again, I will treat you as refusing to answer and pull you up immediately!"
Hua Rong choked and immediately stopped blinking, bulging his eyes and gasping for air.
This has been going on for a long time.
But after all, he is not a god. Even if he is a god, it is impossible not to blink.
The water vapor in the bucket filled up.
Mr. Hua¡¯s eyelids were finally unbearable, and he blinked a littlea little
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