Beneath the Emerald Fan Chapter 9

Yanfeng Male Prostitute.

Dominic Han got up today and brought all the disciples of Prince Funing to come for prostitution together. There were 17 people including himself and Tristan Hua, and they sat at a large table.

The boss simply closed the door and turned away customers. He stood at the table and devoted himself to serving, and asked, "I don't know what kind of waiter the prince wants."

Dominic Han smiled and pointed at Tristan Hua: "Anything is fine, as long as you are better than him."

Tristan Hua quickly shook his fan in an elegant manner.

Yanfeng is just a second-rate prostitute, and the waiters are of limited quality. When Dominic Han comes out, he shakes his head.

At the end, Dominic Han said: "Since no one can compare with Mr. Hua, let's play Mr. Hua today. What do you think?"

Tristan Hua's fan was no longer so cool.

It turns out that this was Dominic Han's original intention. A prostitute and a prostitute are just a restaurant, giving everyone a place to visit Tristan Hua, the prostitute.

The disciples began to whisper, with various expressions, but they all looked at Tristan Hua collectively.

Tristan Hua raised his eyes and made an indifferent expression.

Dominic Han clapped his hands and said, "Boss, bring your salt shaker."

The salt jar was delivered immediately, and Dominic Han poured all the salt in it into a bowl, and added a little wine into it to make a paste.

A chill ran down Tristan Hua's spine. She already guessed what he was going to do, so she took a deep breath,

Sure enough, after making the paste, Dominic Han came up and tore his clothes.

Tristan Hua didn't care that her upper body was completely naked in front of the public. She straightened her chest and sat up straight.

Everyone then saw the whip marks on his body, which were densely covered in vertical and horizontal lines. Most of them had not yet healed, and some were even inflamed.

Dominic Han put his hand into the bowl, picked up the salt and wine paste, and carefully applied it on every wound like gold sore medicine.

"Now Mr. Hua, please smile and imagine that you are soaking in a hot spring." Dominic Han patted his face.

Tristan Hua could only laugh, half-squinting his eyes in enjoyment, and there were layers of cold sweat on his forehead. It was really like taking a hot spring bath.

Dominic Han stepped back, folded his arms and admired it. His playful smile came back, and he said to everyone: "You guys understand how it works. Let me see who has the best idea."

In fact, there are very few good men among the disciples, but they all live under Dominic Han's door, hoping that Dominic Han can give them a good future, so it is not easy to ignore him.

The one who performed well stood up first, pulled off Tristan Hua's pants with a huff, his palms covered with salt and wine paste, and started playing with his clone.

"Please Mr. Hua, weep with joy." He said, imitating Dominic Han's playful tone.

I am not good at crying, but in the end I squeezed out a few tears and reluctantly cried with joy.

The torture of the lower body is still continuing, and the coarse salt has been rubbed into the skin, breaking it.

The man said again: "Now Mr. Hua, please smile innocently and imagine that your childhood sweetheart is right in front of you."

Tristan Hua was stunned for a moment, and gestured with difficulty in extreme pain: "Excuse me, what is purity?"

Dominic Han laughed: "Our little Rongrong doesn't know what purity is. Well, you always have your childhood sweetheart. Imagine that he is right in front of you."

Tristan Hua's face suddenly became solemn, but for a moment, it recovered in the blink of an eye. He smiled and gestured: "Report to the prince, no, Tristan Hua has been Fcuked around since he was a child."

"Master Hua refuses your request, then you have to find a way to make him willing."

Dominic Han crossed his arms and stepped back.

After receiving the order, the man became even more impudent. He pulled Tristan Hua off the stool and made him lie on his back on the ground, with his privacy facing the sky.

There was not much salt and wine paste on the palms anymore, and the suit was boring, so the boss quickly handed over another jar of salt.

Another disciple came up and first tapped the Tristan Huaxiao point, and then used the muscle-splitting and bone-splitting hand.

Tristan Hua then started laughing, silently and crazily, his body twisted on the ground, all the whip marks cracked, and blood flowed all over the floor.

All the doors in the small building were opened, and all the slaves and slaves opened their eyes, observing how he was in pain and happiness.

It's really funny, extremely funny.

Tristan Hua laughed to tears, maybe even ready to bleed from laughter.

At this time, someone at the wine table finally spoke up and slammed the wine glass.

This is Marshall Lin, one of the disciples of Prince Funing's Mansion.

Dominic Han looked at him deeply, still hugging him tightly with his arms, and said: "Continue."

The game continues.

Marshall Lin stood up and walked closer, taking off his gown as he walked.

The moment the clothes were wrapped around her body, Tristan Hua was still smiling, and the world turned upside down. A mouthful of blood came up, so she quickly turned her head and vomited on the ground, without staining Marshall Lin's clothes.

Marshall Lin looked at him, then slowly turned to look at Dominic Han: "No matter who he is, he is still a human being, and he still has human dignity. The prince should not treat him like this."

Tristan Hua's smile point was not clear, and he started laughing crazily after hearing this, and the people in the whole building started laughing too.

However, the smile on Dominic Han's face slowly faded. He stepped forward and squatted down, lifting Marshall Lin's chin with one hand: "If I'm not allowed to play with him, what about playing with you? Are you willing to save him and redeem him?"

Marshall Lin looked back at him, his eyes flashing coldly, and one hand had already been placed on the hilt of the sword.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, the disciples looked at each other, and Ethan Liu had quietly appeared, holding the weapon firmly in his hand.

Tristan Hua stretched out his hand and gestured among them: "Your Majesty, don't be kidding me. How can a guy like him compare with me? He is single-minded and is not the material for S3x at all. There is no fun in it."

The smile on Dominic Han's face came back, and his hand holding Marshall Lin's chin refused to relax.

Marshall Lin flicked his fingers, and the ominous sword was unsheathed with a clang.

"General Dingyuan, the seat left by the dead ghost Su Tang will belong to Hero Lin from today on." At the most tense moment, Dominic Han suddenly spoke, put away his palms and stood up straight: "General Lin will go to Northern Xinjiang to take office tomorrow. Go and guard the northern fortress for the emperor."

"It's bitterly cold in the north, and foreign tribes are constantly intruding. This job is hard work and not profitable. Of course, General Lin can refuse."

The moment Marshall Lin raised his head, Dominic Han said again, and left the brothel with a flick of his sleeves.

It was already midnight when we returned to our residence, and the man who had killed a thousand swords still did not relieve Tristan Hua, so Tristan Hua had no choice but to continue laughing until his branches were trembling.

Cedric Hua looked at him and looked back and forth with disdain: "A person who has been used to prostitution is just a prostitute and an attack. There is no need to laugh like this."

Tristan Hua came up and kicked him, gesturing: "I won't do anything to attack anyone. I prefer to be a sufferer. The running water of attack and iron beats the sufferer. Only the sufferer can last forever."

The Huagui man was so angry that he was about to choke him with words when someone knocked on the door.

The door was open, and it was just polite to knock. After knocking, Marshall Lin stepped through the door.

After entering the door, he pointed his finger at Tristan Hua Xiao's acupoint, hesitating: "Everyone's acupuncture method is different. I may not be able to solve it, and it may hurt you instead."

Tristan Hua gestured, indicating that he would rather die than laugh again.

So Marshall Lin activated his energy and pressed it with one finger.

The smile point was released at the sound, Tristan Hua leaned forward, staggered forward, and stopped before falling into Marshall Lin's arms.

He made a gesture, which Marshall Lin already recognized, and said: "Thank you."

Marshall Lin shook his head, indicating that there was no need to thank him, and then asked, "Is it okay with you?"

Tristan Hua gestured, and Cedric Hua translated in a high-pitched voice: "My master said that there is virtue in suffering. The first virtue of suffering is to withstand abuse."

Marshall Lin was speechless after saying this, so Cedric Hua had no choice but to smooth things over and said, "I'll go get some food and drinks. Mr. Lin, please educate my master."

Tristan Hua gestured again: "By the way, congratulations to General Lin. The prince is going to choose an upright person to guard the border this time, and Hero Lin is the best choice."

Marshall Lin smiled bitterly, as if he didn't want to bring up this topic again, so he asked him: "The wine I drank at your place last time was different. I don't know what it was called."

Cedric Hua translated according to Tristan Hua's gesture: "Strong wine with green plums and dried orchids, the name of the wine is indescribable."

"No words, the name of the wine is no words." Tristan Hua quickly corrected him, dipped his finger in water, and wrote word by word on the table: "No, no, no words."

"It's beyond words...what a good name!" Marshall Lin smiled: "It's an indescribable feeling, it's really appropriate."

Tristan Hua was silent.

The late autumn wind came through the door at this time, the candlelight was swaying, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the scene at that moment suddenly became ambiguous.

A trace of unspeakable ambiguity.

For several days in a row, Oliver Liu still couldn't find out the details of the assassin. Dominic Han simply ordered that all the eunuchs and maids who were close to the emperor be replaced and secretly annihilated.

In Dominic Han's opinion, someone must have spread some rumors from the palace, which would lead to such a result. There is no room for negligence when it comes to the emperor. And there were some things that he still couldn't do anything about.

"The emperor refuses to eat." Oliver Liu reported.

Dominic Han closed his eyes and shook his head.

"The emperor said that there will be no morning court tomorrow." Oliver Liu continued to report.

Dominic Han still closed his eyes, shook his head, and sweat broke out on the corners of his forehead.

Ethan Liu took the opportunity to wink at Oliver Liu, Oliver Liu was also very understanding, so he pursed his lower lip and simply stopped talking. Dominic Han didn't eat much these days, slept less and less, and his complexion was not very good.

It will be boring for a while---

"Master..." Oliver Liu and Ethan Liu called in unison.

Dominic Han raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes, smiling slightly: "What's going on?"

"Master really asked the emperor to grant amnesty to the eldest son?" Dominic Han knew that their eldest son was referring to Han Yan.

Dominic Han nodded.

Ethan Liu and Oliver Liu looked at each other and kowtowed together: "Master, please think twice."

Dominic Han held his chin up and glanced at the edict of amnesty that had been drawn up: "Those who like to think twice can only have two consequences. One is that they will be stepped on by me and cannot stand up; the other is that they will have no fun in this life."

Dominic Han paused slightly when he said this, "Unfortunately, my eldest brother has already escaped from the place of exile before the amnesty decree was issued."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked the middle finger of his right hand, and the brush flew towards the kneeling Oliver Liu, who hurriedly reached out to catch it. It's a pity that only half of it was caught, and the other half was chopped off by fleeting sword. The reaction of these two boys has reached another level.

After Dominic Han nodded with satisfaction, he looked at the imperial edict scroll of yellow silk thoughtfully, and the sweat on his back began to break out again. Han Yan's last feather in the court - Su Tang has also been plucked by himself.

Did Han Yan come up with any other tricks to escape this time?

"Ethan Liu, give me instructions and get ready to take a bath. Oliver Liu, go and have a rest." Dominic Han simply didn't want to think about it anymore and decided to enjoy himself in time.

The two of them followed the order and exited the study, but stopped at the door.

"Master, Master Tristan Hua is coming this way."

Dominic Han said with a joking smile: "Open the door and let him come in by himself." The sweat on his back has soaked his robe.

As expected, Tristan Hua came in uninvited, waving her fan and pretending to be elegant, bowing and saluting.

Dominic Han blinked his eyes and showed his signature playful smile: "Young Master Hua is indeed the best in the world. How can he regain his energy so quickly?"

Tristan Hua gestured to express his appreciation for Dominic Han.

"If I had known you liked to be abused so much, I should have made you naked and put on a shirt one size smaller than your body soaked in salt water. After the wet clothes were close to your wound, I should have ordered someone to dry them quickly. Once it's done, I'll peel it off quickly," Dominic Han joked happily, "How about we give it a try later?"

Tristan Hua looked at Dominic Han indifferently and nodded: "As long as the prince is happy."

At this time, Ethan Liu came into the house with a strange look and reported to the guard that someone had sent a gift and threatened that it was very important and would be presented to the prince.

Dominic Han was not as afraid of death as the legend said, so he asked Tristan Hua to bring the gift back.

After a while, Tristan Hua brought back a cage. There is a bird in the cage. It's a lonely lovesick bird.

There is a small paper roll hanging on the bird's head and neck.

Dominic Han asked Ethan Liu to open the cage, catch the bird, and take off the scroll.

"You can't eat food that tastes good, you can't sleep at night, and medicine can't cure you." I thought when I was young.

When Tristan Hua heard this, his expression changed and he said unhappily: "I wonder which of my sweethearts sent me my love for you. Congratulations!"

Dominic Han narrowed his eyes, rushed down from the desk, grabbed the paper, examined the handwriting carefully, and shook his head: "It's not a friend, it's an enemy. This bird was sent by my eldest brother Han Yan."

"Brother..." After reading these two words, he sneered, put his finger on the edict of amnesty, and his face became uncertain.