CP 3

 Chess Piece

Chapter 3

"Come Ah Qi, I know you must have suffered a lot in Nan Gong Villa." There was a little tenderness in Mu Rong Jun's plain tone.

Ah Qi cried even more fiercely. This is what he waited for, the humiliation and pain of the past two months payed off as to be able to get this understated from his brother, he would be willing to die!

"You are a part of the Murong family. The Murong family has suffered so much humiliation. You should do something!" When Ah Qi was almost crying, Murong Jun spoke lightly.

Ah Qi suddenly raised his head, he seemed to understand Murong Jun's words, but he also didn't seem to understand it.

Murong Jun's dark eyes seemed to be too deep to see, "You are always be by Nangong Xing's side, you should pay attention to what happens to him."

Ah Qi finally understood what his brother meant, and he nodded firmly.

After finally being accepted by his brother, Ah Qi's good mood continued until he returned to Nangong Villa. But when he saw Nangong Xing's mocking and disdainful face, his excitement immediately became depressed.

"Young Master Murong seems to have a lot of good things today!" Nangong Xing's usual sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ah Qi didn't want to talk to him, so he sat in front of the dressing table and started combing his unkempt hair.

But immediately his hair was grabbed fiercely, and Nangong Xing's evil face was magnified in front of him.

"Do you think you are really some noble son of a noble family?! In Nangong Villa, you are just a filthy sex slave!"

Tears of shame slowly rolled in Ah Qi's eyes, and his weak body trembled slightly.

Nangong Xing tore off his white clothes and immediately covered his wild hot lips with his own.

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"He will go to a secret room to meditate every day at noon, and i hear other people say that he seems to be practicing some kind of 'Liuhe Tianyi Divine art'." Ah Qi told Murong Jun in detail the secret he had been inquiring about.

As soon as he heard the "Liuhe Tianyi Divine Art", Murong Jun's expression changed greatly. This is a long-lost masterpiece in martial arts, and it be found by Nangong Xing. It is no wonder that even his father, who has reached the realm of martial arts, is not his opponent.

Murong Jun just heard Ah Qi continue: "He seems to have created a new set of swordsmanship recently. I haven't found out how."

Murong Jun was even more shocked, this Nangong Xing is really amazing!

"What new swordsmanship did he create, you must investigate it after you go back!" Murong Jun instructed with a solemn expression.

Ah Qi was very happy, and his brother obviously treated him as his own.

Walking out of Murong Jun's study, Ah Qi saw the noble son again in the garden. At this moment, he and Murong Jing were both chatting and laughing under a cherry tree.

The snow-white cherry blossoms are beautiful and elegant, but they are all overshadowed by Murong Jing's peerless beauty. That noble son was elegant and free, standing beside the bright and vulgar Murong Jing, like a pair of beautiful people made in heaven.

Ah Qi lowered his eyes gently, as if he could not open his eyes from the dazzling light of the two of them. He had already learned from the mouths of others that this noble son was the largest Gang in today's martial arts, Zhuo Yu, the young master of the Feiyun Gang.

Zhuo Yu only met Murong Jing not long ago, and the two became friends at first sight. Murong Jun was also determined to make friends with the Feiyun Gang, so Zhuo Yu became a frequent visitor to the Murong family.

When Ah Qi saw Zhuo Yu's gaze towards Murong Jing, there seemed to be boundless tenderness like water in his eyes. He thought that Murong Jing would overwhelm the country lost.

At this time, Zhuo Yu also saw him, and ran over to greet him warmly: "Ah Qi, you are back!"

Ah Qi thanked him for helping him last time, and smiled at him. But in the blink of an eye, when he saw Murong Jing's expression as cold as ice, he murmured, not knowing what to say.

Zhuo Yu looked at him carefully, then looked at Murong Jing and suddenly smiled: "You two brothers look so alike!"

Murong Jing's face suddenly sank, and with a cold snort, he fluttered away with a flick of his sleeves.

Ah Qi felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle, and pressed his lips unconsciously.

Zhuo Yu looked at Murong Jing's disappearing back and sighed angrily. Turning his head to Ah Qi with a wry smile: "Your second brother's temper is very strange!"

Ah Qi smiled forcefully, and said softly, "Young Master Zhuo, thanks to your righteous help last time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see my brother now." 

"It's just a trivial matter, why should you be so polite." Zhuo Yu was mildly modest, and suddenly he saw a scary bruise scar on Ah Qi's snow-white pink neck, and his pair of eyes couldn't help staring at it.

Ah Qi noticed that he was extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly put the collar on. He covered it tightly. But now, Zhuo Yu saw his slender hand that was so devastated that his fingernails were torn apart.

"It's all Nangong Xing's doing?!" Zhuo Yu asked with pity, "Why is he so cruel!"

Ah Qi lowered his head sadly, his face contorted. Seeing the helpless and painful expression of the young man, Zhuo Yu couldn't help but feel a little heartache. Just as he was thinking about something, he heard Murong Jing's cold call from a distance: "Zhuo Yu ! You haven't come yet!?"

With a helpless expression on Zhuo Yu's face, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Ah Qi's hand. 

"This is the golden flower and silver dew cream, it will heal faster when applied to the wound." Zhuo Yu smiled guiltily at Ah Qi, "I'll leave first, I'll give you more next time when you come back."

Ah Qi tightly held the small porcelain vase with Zhuo Yu's indifferent hand warm, looking at his tall figure gradually receding, his heart was beating like never before. 

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In the gorgeous bedroom of Nangong Villa, Ah Qi was stunned. Looking at himself in the mirror, his complexion was fair, his eyebrows were delicate, and his delicate and graceful face, as if drawn by fine brushwork, was rare in the world. But compared with the immortal Murong Jing, it seemed so pale and plain. The small and exquisite porcelain vase on the dressing table reminded Ah Qi of the handsome and gentle ZhuoYu, with his elegant and free easy, calm temperament, and the graceful demeanor of the jade tree facing the wind, Ah Qi's face turned crimson unconsciously.

Murong Jing's incomparably doting and affectionate eyes made Ah Qi's heart hurt inexplicably. It would be great if those tender eyes were looking at him!

"What are you thinking so deeply, my cute little pet?" A rough big hand caressed Ah Qi's tender face playfully. Nangong Xing's arrogant and arrogant figure appeared in the oval dressing mirror.

Ah Qi took a deep breath, back to his indifference dropping eyelids.

The rough big hand slowly slid down the cheek, and suddenly grabbed the thin arm tightly. Ah Qi's light and thin body was violently pulled up and thrown to the sandalwood round table on the other side.

The slender waist slammed hard against the edge of the hard round table, and Ah Qi groaned in pain.

The big hand gripping the arm was as tight as iron pincers, and it was just wounded yesterday. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"After so long, haven't you learned what it means to be submissive?" Nangong Xing deep cold voice sounded slowly in Ah Qi's ear, and at the same time, the iron hand holding his arm was even harder!

"If it were Murong Jing...you wouldn't be so rude..." Ah Qi couldn't help but asked, trembling.

"Humph! You are not worthy of being compared with him!" Nangong Xing sneered sharply, "You don't deserve to carry his shoes!" 

You're really humiliating yourself! Ah Qi smiled sadly. How can he be compared with the noble and pure Murong Jing! He afraid that Zhuo Gongzi thinks so too! Maybe he shouldn't compare himself with Murong Jing at all, because that was a ridiculous thing!

A huge and deep pain filled Ah Qi's whole body, and it grew bigger and bigger in his body, so much that his body almost burst open. He couldn't stand anymore, and his whole body slid down softly.

Nangong Xing wrapped his arms around his waist, leaned over to pick him up, and walked slowly towards the big bed with the curtains hanging down.

The bright red blood-like brocade mattress complements Ah Qi's white and tender body even more beautiful, as tempting as the iron branded "slave" on his thin shoulders.

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