When I scumbag the prince

Yan Yuan is shirtless in the room checking the injuries on his back.

He sat on the edge of the bed, dreamed of a spiritual mirror, looked carefully at the side of his head, and found that some wounds had a tendency to heal, and he couldn't help frowning.

The ointment that the fairy queen applied to him yesterday was so effective, even if he wiped off the ointment in time, the effect of the ointment had penetrated a lot.

After all, although the fairy queen taught him to play tricks, she didn't really want him to take his body seriously.

But now the wounds have begun to heal, and the whip marks that were originally red, swollen and oozing blood have also turned into large and small blood scabs, which are not as terrifying as they looked before.

Yan Yuan felt that this degree of injury was not enough, but if he used magic tricks to cheat, he would definitely be seen through by Lingguang Shenjun.

After thinking about it, he simply used his divine power to burst open all the wounds that had healed or were about to heal.

Immediately, drops of blood oozed from the split wound, and part of the wound became bigger than before because of his excessive force, and the blood flowed down the back like filaments.

Only then did Yan Yuan feel a little more satisfied, and continued to carefully observe where else could be convenient to attack, but suddenly he noticed a familiar aura approaching.

He was startled, quickly grabbed a coat and put it on his back, threw himself on the bed, face down and began to pretend to be dead.

The Immortal Empress took Lingguang Shenjun to the gate of Zhaohui Hall and said goodbye first, "Please ask Shenjun to persuade Yuan'er well, I won't go in."

"This palace has left a maid here. If Yuan'er lets go, please let me know. God is really thankful."

Lord Lingguang actually didn't think he could dissuade Yan Yuan. After all, he had rejected Yan Yuan before, but this person still didn't give up.

Could it be that he directly stepped forward and said: "I don't like you, so there is no need for the crown prince to argue with the emperor, let's give up as soon as possible."

...is too weird.

Not his usual style either.

But he just agreed to the fairy queen, and he seemed to really want to see how Yan Yuan was beaten, so he could only say dryly: "I will do my best."

The fairy queen didn't care if he tried his best or not, anyway, she had already called people to Zhaohui Hall, and the rest was up to Yan Yuan herself.

The fairy queen sighed, if she hadn't known that Xiao Yuan'er was a determined person, she would not have pulled herself off to help deceive God Lord Ren Lingguang.

But this Lingguang Shenjun is really good-looking... It's nothing more than a lot of suitors in the fairy world, and he doesn't seem to be easy to soften...

The fairy queen began to worry a little about her youngest son who had just begun to fall in love.

Since it was the Goddess who came to visit the Third Prince in the order of the Fairy Empress, the attendants of Zhaohui Palace were particularly enthusiastic to guide the Goddess Lingguang, until they stopped outside Yan Yuan's courtyard.

The attendant said: "Shenjun, this is the courtyard where His Highness lives. The crown prince doesn't like people to serve him personally, so there are no servants in the courtyard. If the Shenjun needs anything, just look for his subordinates outside the door."

Lord Lingguang nodded and stepped into the courtyard.

He was already aware of Yan Yuan's aura when he was still outside the courtyard, it was stable and long-lasting, and he felt that it was not a serious problem.

Lingguang Shenjun didn't know that he was relieved, went outside, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, but he didn't get a response for a long time, so he simply opened the door and walked in.

Although the dormitory where the prince lived was simple in decoration, it was not small in size. The Lord of Lingguang went around the screen and walked to the inner room, and saw Yan Yuan lying on the bed at a glance.

The coat that Yan Yuan took by hand was a thin white coat, which would be draped over his back, stained red by the blood seeping from the wound, making it very obvious.

Although Lingguang Shenjun noticed that he was fine, but seeing the blood on his back, his pupils still shrank suddenly.

Yan Yuan pretended to be awakened by his footsteps just now, turned his head in a daze, saw Lingguang Shenjun standing beside the bed, and immediately showed a delighted smile: "Lingguang Shenjun——"

He sat up all of a sudden, the movement was too big, the wound on his back was slightly split again, and the coat on his back fell off.

Lord Lingguang saw the dense whip marks on his back unexpectedly, and couldn't help frowning.

He said: "Your mother asked me to persuade you not to argue with the Immortal Emperor."

Yan Yuan picked up his outer shirt and put it on. Hearing his words, his face that was still smiling, even though it was a little darker, he raised his head but still curled his mouth and said, "No."

He sat on the bed, looked up at Shenjun Lingguang from bottom to top, and said seriously: "The reason I argued with my father is because he doesn't allow me to like Shenjun anymore. Maybe I can compromise on other things, but this is the only thing. no."

He was ready for Shenjun Lingguang to reprimand him angrily when he said this, but Shenjun Lingguang just stared at him with a frown, speechless for a long time.

Then he said, "Is there any medicine for the wound on your back?"

Yan Yuan:? ? ?

He was a little nervous, Shenjun's reaction was different from what he had imagined, and the words he continued to confide in later were blocked in his throat.

But the response was very quick and authentic: "Yes, it's in the drawer of the bedside table, I'll get it."

Lord Lingguang opened the drawer before him, saw a lonely bottle of ointment inside, and took it out.

He glanced at Yan Yuan's apparently newly opened wound, and he knew it already, but he didn't expect that this person could still persuade the fairy queen to set him a trap.

However, the scars behind Yan Yuan looked really scary. He suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and said coldly: "Since there is medicine, why don't you apply it? Is it possible that the prince deliberately left it for others to see?"

Lingguang Shenjun didn't know how he could stabilize his emotions, but the scars on Yan Yuan's back were indeed shocking at first glance, and he remembered the scene when he was burned by the Four Elephant Pond with Bai Ze's blood in his body.

This person didn't have any other thoughts about him at the beginning, so he ran to get the fairy grass, and he has been doing his best to accompany him to heal his injuries.

As if the scar was his own.

As a result, when it came time to get hurt all over, he treated it so casually.

Yan Yuan waited for Shenjun's reprimand, but he didn't know how to take the reprimand, so he could only say weakly: "I was afraid that I would stain the bedding at night, so I wiped it off... I don't have time to reapply..."

But he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity, and immediately said cheekily: "It's not very convenient for me to paint the wound on my back."

"Can God help me?"

Lord Lingguang ignored him, so Yan Yuan assumed that he agreed, tore off his outer shirt with a swipe, and happily turned around to sit cross-legged.

He was sitting on the bed with only obscene trousers on. Although he asked Lingguang Shenjun to apply the medicine for him, he felt a frivolous feeling on the contrary. When Lingguang Shenjun couldn't see his expression, he smiled like a flower blooming .

He waited happily for a long while, but he didn't notice any movement, and when he turned around, he looked at Shangling Guang Shenjun with very complicated eyes.

Startled, he quickly turned back.

After a long time, those slender and fair hands finally opened the vial, took out the ointment, and began to apply it to him.

Yan Yuan held his breath, and when he was touched by those hands, he shook very disappointingly.

The hand stopped, and the cold voice of Lingguang Shenjun came: "It hurts?"

Yan Yuan shook his head feeling: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Shenjun, you can paint it whatever you want."

Although he didn't know why Lingguang Shenjun seemed to see through his behavior, why he was never angry, and even his good attitude made him feel a little hairy...

But none of this matters!

The important thing is that Lingguang Shenjun is personally administering medicine to him at this moment...

His Highness the Crown Prince was so beautiful that he couldn't feel the pain of the wound at all, and all his mind was attracted by the touch of Lingguang Shenjun's fingers passing behind him.

I don't know how long it took, Lingguang Shenjun painted his back completely white, and after the small bottle of ointment was used up, he said, "It's done."

Only then did Yan Yuan recover from the fluttering feeling, turned around and said, "Thank you, Divine Lord."

At this moment, he took off his outer shirt to apply the medicine, and his upper body was not covered by any clothes. The Lord Lingguang saw his chest, frowned and turned his face away, saying: "You wear some clothes."

Yan Yuan is very innocent: "The ointment that I just applied will stain my clothes."

Lingguang Shenjun: ...

That's true, he restrained his mind and prepared to leave.

"Since the medicine has been taken, His Highness will take a good rest and recuperate. The deity is reinstated today, and I have to go to the Xingxiu Palace to check on the situation."

After speaking, he will leave.

Yan Yuan finally got the chance to meet him, of course he was not willing to let him go like this, he quickly stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and asked hastily: "Then I will go to Zhuque Palace later, will the god stop me? "

Lord Lingguang didn't even think about it and said, "That's natural."

Yan Yuan: ...

Just now he was giving him the medicine so gently, he thought he had softened the Lingguang Shenjun, how could he know that this person would still not allow him to enter the Suzaku Palace.

Yan Yuan didn't let go immediately, he shook Lord Lingguang like a child, and said: "I think God Lord Lingguang doesn't have any affection for me, why can't you give it a try with me?"

Lingguang Shenjun froze, lowered his head to look at Yan Yuan's unblinking eyes, the emotions in his eyes were inexplicable.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Yuan continued his efforts: "Although my current cultivation is not as good as that of Shenjun, I will practice hard, and one day I will be able to protect Shenjun, and I will never let anyone hurt him again."

"If Shenjun feels that he can't reply me directly for a while, then at least give me a chance to get close to you and treat you well. OK?"

He put his posture very low, and finally said softly: "Are you okay? Mo Lan?"

This name is the name they told each other when they first met, and it is also the name Yan Yuan is most familiar with in his heart.

Although he complied with Lingguang Shenjun's request to call him Shenjun, he did not overstep the rules at will.However, in my heart, I have always regarded this name as a more intimate title.

For Lingguang Shenjun, this name has a deeper meaning. It is the most profound memory of him spending a year with the prince when he was young.

Hit by Yan Yuan's last words, he swallowed at his Adam's apple, and slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he wanted to speak, but Yan Yuan suddenly leaned forward and met his eyes.

The next moment, Yan Yuan's handsome face was enlarged in front of him, and something soft and cool was pressed against his lips, accompanied by Yan Yuan's confession that dissipated softly into the air.

"Mo Lan, I have liked you for a long time."