Let Me Pursue You

Yuan Cixian was crawling down from the bed, her feet were still hanging in the air, when she heard this, she looked down at his hand on her wrist, and touched her ear. Did she hear correctly?

Seeing her like this, Lu Shiqing let go of her hands, and stretched into the bed weakly, all of them said in disappointment: "It's okay, you can go back." After speaking, he closed his eyes sleepily.

Yuan Cixian choked on the spot. Good guy, she is being played hard to get.

She was out of her mind, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she recalled his hoarse voice and tone of death when he spoke just now, and couldn't help but look back at him. When I saw him, I saw his brows were furrowed, his face was flushed, and there was a circle of black and blue shadows under his eyes, he really didn't look very good.

She scrunched her face, held her breath, turned her head and leaned over to take the kerchief on his forehead, thinking about changing it again. Unexpectedly, as if miraculously, Lu Shiqing accurately blocked her hand with his eyes closed, and said tiredly and indifferently: "What a servant can do, what do I want you to do."

Then he can also find someone to sleep with him.

Annoyed by his attitude, Yuan Cixian turned around and left in a fit of anger. After closing the door with a "snap", she heard a series of broken coughs coming from inside.

When the war in southern Yunnan started, she ran with the army and Chinese doctors for a while, and knew a little bit about listening to sounds, so she couldn't help frowning. This coughing sound is definitely not something that can be pretended casually for sympathy. His wind was so cold that he seemed to have hurt his lungs.

She paused, fought back and forth twice with her left and right feet, and finally moved the door again and walked back. Perhaps part of it was soft-heartedness, and part of it was a guilty conscience towards Xu Shan. She stood in front of his bed for a while, then bent over to take off her boots.

The moment she climbed onto his bed, she suddenly realized that playing hard to get was actually a conspiracy. Those caught in the trick may not know that this is a trap, but they just don't know what to do with the trapper.

Perhaps at the beginning, when she used this trick on Lu Shiqing, he knew it clearly in his heart.

She shrank her hands and feet cautiously and greeted him: "I'm coming up."

Lu Shiqing endured the throbbing pain of the wound with a smile, pretended to be calm and continued to close his eyes and said, "Yes."

Yuan Cixian was filled with resentment, seeing that he still refused to open his eyes, sitting on the bed, he didn't know what posture to take, bent his knees, straightened them, bent his knees again, and was about to move his butt, when he suddenly heard Lu Shiqing Ask: "Do you sit up and sleep?"

Before she could answer, he "raised his hand" and helped her to lie down on her side.

Eyes met for a moment, Yuan Cixian's heart skipped a beat, he subconsciously looked into his eyes, saw his slightly flustered expression in the reflection, and hurriedly looked away at Chengchen above his head.

Lu Shiqing seemed to bend his lips, and then stretched out his hand to push her outward, making her lie flat.

Yuan Cixian was pushed back and forth like a puppet, feeling upset, so she forgot to be nervous, turned her head and said in annoyance: "What are you doing?"

Of course, Lu Shiqing was afraid that she would stick too close to him face to face and see the camouflaged makeup on his face, so he said: "Look at me, how can I sleep."

I want to sleep with him again, but I can't look at him.

She slandered him for a difficult sentence, turned her back angrily, moved two feet away, leaned on her arm and ignored him.

Because of this, Lu Shiqing stared at her back.

She was wearing a slightly loose skirt today, and she didn’t look like she was born when she was standing, but when she stretched the skirt so tightly and lay down, she was able to glimpse the spring that hadn’t been revealed before, her waist was slender and her buttocks were full and winding The well-arranged curves are as smooth as the outline of a painting, which is amazing. Further up is a slender neck that is exposed because of the bundled black hair. It is as transparent as jade and as white as the face. It makes people want to bite it very much.

But Lu Shiqing was afraid that the movement would hurt the wound too much, and he was also afraid of revealing his secrets, so he endured and did nothing, but silently covered his heart, his eyes continued to sneak around.

Halfway through the turn, Yuan Cixian slapped the bed board fiercely, turning around almost fiercely.

Lu Shiqing quickly closed his eyes tightly like a thief who had been caught.

Yuan Cixian choked on the phrase "Sleep with your eyes open", and secretly said "Just look at it again", and then turned her back angrily again.

With her keen intuition, Lu Shiqing didn't open his eyes again, but his mind was filled with the amazing scene he had just seen, knowing that she was close at hand, he couldn't fall asleep at all. I don't know how long it took, it seemed that the weather suddenly became cold after the sun set, and a gust of wind blew from the window, and he felt that the person two feet away shivered from the cold.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only then realized that in order to avoid revealing his secrets, he had covered himself tightly with the quilt, but he was so preoccupied with charming thoughts that he forgot that there was nothing on her body covered.

Avoiding touching the wound, he moved out with difficulty, then lifted a corner of the quilt and covered her body.

Of course, Yuan Cixian didn't fall asleep either. Feeling the quilt he assigned and the sudden rush of heat, her heart couldn't help beating with nervousness, and she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

This is exactly what Lu Shiqing wanted. He took an inch and got closer to her, rolled her whole body into his quilt, hugged her into his arms, and made her back close to his heart.

Yuan Cixian took a tight breath, and just about to get out and move out, he heard him whisper: "Don't move."

This "don't move" sounded like magic, it really made her stop.

He continued: "Anyway, I'm asleep, so come here as you feel comfortable."

Just as Yuan Cixian wanted to say that she was uncomfortable, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly, and he felt as if his head was lowered, and his forehead was pressed against the back of her neck.

Before his fever subsides, the feeling of skin-to-skin contact becomes more and more ironic and warm, making her suddenly unable to express her displeasure against her will.

Feeling that her stiff body was gradually relaxing, Lu Shiqing closed his eyes contentedly in such a distance that if she stretched out her elbow and stabbed him back, he would die from the rupture of the wound.

After all, Yuan Cixian didn't close her eyes for two days and one night. As soon as she relaxed, she felt tired like a tide. After a while, she felt her head heavy and fell asleep in his arms. When she woke up like a dream, she heard a soft but serious voice behind her, like Lu Shiqing saying: "Thank you."

She opened her eyes suddenly, not knowing what he was thanking, and was about to ask, but only heard his long and regular breathing, as if the light words just now were just her imagination.

Yuan Cixian woke up at the second watch of the night, because the curfew had passed and she couldn't leave, but she didn't have the reason to spend the night with Lu Shiqing like this, so she went back to the Dongkuan courtyard where she had lived before.

When she took a bath, the back of her neck felt slippery, as if she had been coated with a layer of powder. She wondered when Caizhi and Shicui's hands and feet were so dirty, but she didn't think much about it. Because she was still very sleepy, she fell asleep again soon. He fell on the bed and returned to Yuan Mansion early the next morning.

Lu Shiqing slept all night and his fever subsided, so he cheered up and went to the Zichen Palace to serve Emperor Huining. Since he was only facing the saint, he could easily cover up the past. One day later, it was time to go to the court. As expected, King Ping wanted to investigate the officials in the court, and he caught a political matter and kept arguing with the saint, so as to attract all the courtiers to express their opinions.

Lu Shiqing was also asked for his opinions several times. Because he didn't hurt his right palm, he didn't show his flaws when he came out and folded his hands, but the bad thing was that the meeting was extended for a full hour. In the morning, it was really unbearable. The makeup used as a disguise could hardly suppress the paleness on the face.

Most of the courtiers were impatient, but the matter of taxation in Huainan proposed by King Ping this time was a matter of great concern to the sage. The old emperor was interested, and no one dared to interrupt him.

Lu Shiqing's back was straight, her lips were pursed and she stood silently behind her, but she could hardly hear the people's words in her ears, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Fortunately, King Ping focused on the right palms of the courtiers and did not pay much attention to him.

Zheng Zhuo glanced at him calmly, knowing that there was probably something wrong with his wound, so he quickly gave Cai He a wink.

This Cai He was promoted to Dali Siqing by Lu Shiqing, who replaced Jiang Min with a few words.

He got Zheng Zhuo's suggestion that he knew it well, and when Emperor Huining asked him for his opinion, he pretended to hesitate and said hesitantly: "Report to Your Majesty, I have not yet made up my mind."

Seeing that he couldn't make a list, Emperor Huining seemed a little annoyed: "Cai Siqing must have heard the truth about seeking power in his position. You can't make up your mind about this tax avoidance case, who will take it?"

Cai He seemed to have no choice but to come out. The pilgrim cupped his hands, and saw a thick bandage wrapped around his right palm, which looked impressively injured.

Lu Shiqing was biting the tip of his tongue because his eyes were black, relying on the pain and the salty, fishy-sweet taste to support himself, when he raised his eyes to see this scene, he couldn't help but sighed slightly in his heart.

In order to protect him, Zheng Zhuo sacrificed Cai He.

Seeing that he had captured Cai He, King Ping finally stopped being persistent and broke up from the Chaohui. Lu Shiqing turned around maintaining a straight posture, and just as he took a step, he obviously felt a tug at the wound, as if he finally couldn't hold back and split the wound.

He frowned, and was about to leave hastily, but he was biased against Zhang Zhixian, his mortal enemy, who came up to him at this time, and said to him warmly: "I see that Minister Lu's complexion is not good. It's been cold in the morning and evening lately. Remember to add more clothes so that I don't get upset. Zhou lost his pillars."

The old man obviously didn't know the inside story, so he just found fault as usual.

Lu Shiqing smiled at him. Seeing that King Ping was about to come forward, he was already cursing in his heart, but he could only calmly say: "I am concerned about Zhang Pushe. You should take care of your health in case your son has not yet passed the exam. If you get fame, you will lose the person who preaches, accepts karma, and solves doubts."

Zhang Zhixian's son is not good enough, this sentence can be said to hit the old man's pain, and he was so angry that he kicked his feet and walked away.

Lu Shiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Zheng Zhuo talking to King Ping behind him, obviously delaying for him, so he hurriedly gritted his teeth and walked out of the hall, unexpectedly when he went out of the hall, he looked down and saw that blood was already oozing from the front of the front.

Going out of the palace right now may not be without encountering twists and turns. Once his obviously wrong wound was exposed, Cai He's sacrifice was in vain.

He took a deep breath, pinched the palm of his hand with the nail plate to keep awake, turned his head to look at the Hanliang Palace of the Thirteenth Prince, and when he entered the pavilion, he was at the end of his strength and could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground Threshold.

Shao He, who was teaching Zheng Hong to read in the hall, was startled when he heard the sound, looked up and saw this scene, and hurriedly got up and ran forward.

Zheng Hong was drowsy from studying, and was surprised when he saw this: "Lu Shilang, what's wrong with you?"

Before Shaohe ran over, Lu Shiqing stood up with the door frame, bowed to him, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I'm fine, I just accidentally stepped on the threshold."

Zheng Hong was young, but he was not easy to be fooled. He pointed to a large pool of dirt on his front and said, "What are you doing?"

He was wearing a dark crimson official robe, the blood seeped out, it was like making the color of the cloth a layer darker, from a distance it looked like water had been spilled.

Shaohe had already rushed to him, he understood at a glance, his face turned pale, but he tried his best to calm down and turned around and said: "Hong'er, Lu Shilang's official robe is stained with water, you can study here in peace, sister go give it to him." Get some new clothes."