The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

When he came out of Jiang Zhan's room, Shen Zuan was leaning against the pavilion and playing with the feather fan in his hand.

In his long and slender hands with clear joints, this most ordinary feather fan seemed to be much more exquisite.

Pan Shu narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

Shen Zui seemed to feel something. He looked up and saw Ban Shu and smiled slowly.

The next moment, he walked up to Ban Shu, looking aggrieved and said, "His Highness has been staying at Fang Jun's place recently. Could it be that Fang Jun has learned some method to serve His Highness so readily?"

Pan Shu thought for a while and realized that Jiang Zhan was indeed extremely talented, flexible and full of skills.

"Yes."

She nodded firmly.

Shen Zuo sneered, closed his feather fan with a snap, and tapped Ban Shu's forehead with his fingertips, "I can do it too, Your Highness, do you want to try?"

The man's voice was deep and hoarse.

Pan Shu paused and refused him, "No, I'm very tired."

"Just lie down." Shen Zui bit her ear gently.

Pan Shu compromised.

Until she was lying on a strange bed full of cold fragrance, Pan Shu had no choice but to escape.

The man put his hand on her ear, lowered his head and bit her collarbone.

The itch that spread from the tip of her heart made Pan Shu's whole body go limp. She narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, with a lazy look on her face.

"Womanly……"

When the man led her up to the clouds, he moved the broken hair from her forehead with pity, lowered his head and kissed her softly, "I've been waiting for too long."

Pan Shu didn't hear what he said clearly.

Thinking vaguely:

Help.

He is really good.

After being warmed up, Pan Shu fell into a deep sleep again.

She seemed to hear a quarrel vaguely.

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Zhan was sitting in front of the bed and looking at her without blinking. Seeing that Pan Shu was awake, a smile appeared on the boy's lips.

The young man who looks like Jade Guanyin is pale.

The color on his face has become a little lighter, and even the cinnabar between his eyebrows has lost some of its color.

"What's wrong with your face?" Pan Shu reached out and pressed the bruise on the corner of his lips, and the boy gasped with a hiss.

Jiang Zhan held the girl's snow-white catkin in aggrieved hands and said, "The master beat me."

"Shen Zui?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zhan blinked, "Maybe Zi Qian made him unhappy. It's up to the Lord to teach Zi Qian a lesson."

Pan Shu feigned anger, "That Shen Zui went too far. I'm going to seek justice for you."

Jiang Zhan's face froze.

Pan Shu suppressed her laughter and dragged the young man into the drinking room.

But he didn't want Shen Zui to be injured more seriously.

Shen Zui's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was applying ice cubes. His handsome face could not even see its original appearance.

How much hatred and hate is this? ?

There was nothing good about Shen Zui's face.

"Shen... Shen Zui." The voice in Pan Shu's throat suddenly got stuck.

The man raised his eyelids with nobility and coolness, looked sideways at Pan Shu, and said in a lazy voice, "Hmm," "Are you going to support that little bitch?"

Jiang Zhan stood in front of Ban Shu and smiled arrogantly, "Isn't it obvious?"

Shen Zui sneered, "Panshu, do you think I am more seriously injured or he is more seriously injured?"

Naturally, it’s Shen Zui.

Jiang Zhan was so angry that his face turned red and his neck thickened, "I didn't inflict that injury on you! Why don't you spit on others!"

"Where's the evidence?" Shen Zui said elegantly and elegantly, slowly and unhurriedly, "Who can prove that it's not yours? Who can prove that the injury on your face was caused by me?"

Jiang Zhan was choked by Shen Juan's shameless sophistry.

His innocent and soft round eyes widened slightly, and his black and white eyes were full of disbelief, "How could you do this?"

Shen Zui's lips curved slightly and he smiled.

A terribly jealous little bitch.

As soon as he came out of the room, he met the young man's scarlet eyes.

Even Shen Zui was startled by Jiang Zhan's crazy and paranoid eyes.

The boy's body was filled with wet moisture.

Like a desperate trapped beast.

He punched Shen Zui and cursed, "Did you fucking touch her? How dare you, how dare you?!"

Shen Zhuan licked the corners of his sweet lips, and struggled with him unwilling to be outdone, punching him to the flesh, "Who do you think you are?"

Jiang Zhan is already weak and sickly. He has been worshiping Buddha in the temple for many years. He can do some tricks in secret, but it is still a bit unsatisfactory to face Shen Zui who fights with real swords and guns in the field of life and death.

Therefore, Jiang Zhan was injured more seriously than Shen Zuan.

But Shen Zui knows how to pretend.

This is not.

Jiang Zhan bit his lip, tears filling his eyes, and looked at Pan Shu hopefully, "Your Highness, it's not me. The wounds on his face were not caused by me."

"You said it wasn't you, show me the evidence." Shen Zui laughed, "Is it possible that His Highness will still accuse you unjustly?"

Pan Shu rubbed her brows with a headache.

"Okay, stop arguing."

Jiang Zhan was silent, but the big round tears hung on his long and thick eyelashes, soaking his crimson eyes.

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and pretended not to see.

"Your Highness, Mr. Qi is not feeling well anymore. Tianzhu has come to invite Your Highness to come and take a look." Lan Yu opened the curtain and bowed respectfully to Jiang Zhan and Shen Zuo, "Your Majesty, your Majesty."

Ban Shu frowned and raised her feet to leave, but Jiang Zhan pulled her sleeve and said, "Your Highness..."

"Be obedient." Pan Shu touched the boy's hair.

Hongshan Villa is not far away, but it takes some time to go back and forth.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot through the air and went straight through the sedan and was nailed to the body of the sedan next to Pan Shu. The gently swaying arrow tail made a soft "clang" sound.

Pan Shu was calm and composed, with a playful smile on her lips.

Lan Yu and the guards following the carriage all fell to the ground unconscious.

Soon, Pan Shu's clear consciousness gradually became blurred.

When she woke up again, Pan Shu found herself in an abandoned temple.

The temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the faded and mottled tile walls are crumbling. The only statue of the compassionate Buddha is covered with a faint light. He has his hands clasped together, his face is compassionate, and his earlobes are generous and plump.

A burning heat rose up in his body.

Heartbroken.

Pan Shu bit her lip tightly, and some blood oozed from her lower lip.

Suddenly my hand touched a piece of ice.

She sighed happily.

She tried hard to open her eyes and vaguely recognized the familiar outline of the man in front of her, "...Qi, Qi Yu?"

"Your Highness..." Qi Yu curled up, his face flushed, and his cold eyes seemed to be filled with mist, "It's so hot, so hot, Your Highness... help me..."

The two people who had been drugged by aphrodisiacs were like fish on the verge of losing water, their necks intertwined, and they were entangled until death.

Qi Yu's hot lips tremblingly fell on Pan Shu.

Breathing softly and thinly.

Pan Shu raised her slender and white neck impatiently, and faint blue veins appeared.

Fragile and easily broken.

Qi Yu's eyes gradually deepened.

It started to rain lightly outside the temple. Pan Shu raised her head and stared blankly at the handsome man in front of her, murmuring, "Slow down, slow down."

Qi Yu paused with his fingertips.

A light rain gradually stopped, and this ridiculous affair gradually came to an end.

Qi Yu clasped Pan Shu's hand tightly, his face flushed, he felt so comfortable, this kind of thing felt so comfortable.

The cold and jade-like gentleman lost control and sank.

No more high-minded Jiyueguangfeng.

Pan Shu huddled in Qi Yu's arms and fell asleep. How could there be any confusion in Qi Yu's eyes at this moment?His dark eyes were staring at Pan Shu.