Promotion Letter for the Chief Executive

Ping An was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Zhao Can to ask such a question.But what can he do to be sorry for himself?Presumably it was just an assumption, or did he do something wrong to another person?Thinking of this, he replied seriously, "It depends on what it is."

"It's very important." Zhao Can said, "Human life is at stake."

Ping An felt more and more that Zhao Can was joking with him, how could there be something life-threatening to make Zhao Can feel sorry for himself?So he said casually, "I believe His Highness will always have his own reasons for doing things. Maybe if you explain the reasons clearly, I will forgive you."

Zhao Can's eyes darkened.The problem was that he had no useful explanation at all.Could he tell Pingan: Because I was jealous that you treated another person better than me, so I went to investigate him.In the end, I accidentally alarmed the emperor's people, so something is going to happen now?

Even if he could hear these words safely, he couldn't say them.

Zhao Can also has his own pride, asking him to open his mouth to humbly beg for Ping'an's forgiveness is more difficult than killing him.

But at this moment, he didn't dare to continue this topic with Ping An, so he could only forcefully say, "You're right."

"Don't worry too much." Pingan hesitated, and said, "At least you can't even spend your sleep time worrying. Only after you rest can you have the energy to do things. If you do something wrong, try to make it up, see Can the situation be reversed. Just thinking about it is useless."

"Yes." Zhao Can suddenly realized.

The emperor may not have discovered it, and even if he did, he might not be able to find clues.Instead of worrying here, it is better to clear up those tails that were not handled properly before Ping An.

Now the only people who know that Xu Wenmei has gone to Jiangnan are herself and peace.As long as the two of them didn't reveal it and the emperor couldn't find any clues, it was naturally impossible to find them.In this way, even if clues are found, as long as Xu Wenmei cannot be found, there is still room for change here in Ping An.

Thinking of this, Zhao Can was very excited.I couldn't even take care of my sleep, so I immediately called someone to order.In fact, he had already done the finishing work once before, but now he wanted to keep an eye on the emperor to see if they found anything.It is inappropriate to do more actions, lest it attract attention instead.

Even so, after making these arrangements, Zhao Can still couldn't sleep peacefully.

It is true that he did something wrong. Once Ping An finds out, it will definitely affect the relationship between the two of them.For the present plan, it is still necessary to make the relationship between the two people deeper, so that even if Ping An finds out in the end, he will forgive himself because of his reluctance.

This is a more reasonable way he came up with.

You don't need to humble yourself, it seems that you have given the power of choice to Ping An, but in fact, you use other means to restrict Ping An, leaving him with only one choice.

Some north nose.But Zhao Can couldn't care less.Anyway, after this matter is over, he can double the compensation for safety.

So he finished giving orders, came back and saw that Ping An hadn't slept yet, so he snuggled into his bed, "Last time I slept here all night, and found that I could sleep more peacefully than sleeping alone. Ping An doesn't mind if I split another bed, right? "

Of course, Ping An couldn't say no.After all, Zhao Can looked quite pitiful just now.

He is only one person, but there are so many things to face, even if something happens, he may not be able to find someone who can talk.Now it's rare to show closeness to yourself, how can you refuse?

So the two of them ended up lying on the same bed.Ping An's mind was innocent, and soon fell asleep, but Zhao Can was tossing and turning, unable to sleep peacefully no matter what.Although Ping An had comforted him just now, how could he immediately settle down in his heart?After all, things are still there.Even if the emperor did not find Xu Wenmei, it would be sooner or later to find Ping An.

At that time, Ping An will always know, and how will he view himself?

Zhao Can couldn't help but sat up and thought about it. There was no electric light, but half of the window in front of the bed was opened.

Summer nights are very quiet, especially in the palace.There was only a very slight sound of insects singing high and low.This is a voice that is usually difficult to detect, but it is disturbing to hear it in Zhao Can's ears now.

Fortunately, the night wind was very cool. After blowing for a while, he gradually calmed down.

The moonlight is very good tonight, and the moonlight shines through the window lattice, illuminating half of the bed extremely brightly.Zhao Can turned her head and saw the peaceful sleeping face in the moonlight.

His brows and eyes were not deep in the first place, but in the moonlight they looked even fainter, with a bit of ethereal meaning, as if he had become far away from him in an instant.

Zhao Can's heart trembled, and she couldn't help reaching out to touch Ping An's face.

Hot, can touch.Only then did he feel relieved.It's just that after making this first movement, he couldn't control his hands, and couldn't help but use his fingers to trace his facial features on Ping'an's face, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance somewhere.

He just leaned against the window and watched for a long time.Time seemed to slow down suddenly, the singing of insects faded away, and it seemed that there was only such a small world left in the whole world, and the two of them.

Safety.

Zhao Can silently read these two words.

How good would it be if he stayed by her side obediently forever?Zhao Can found that he didn't dare to imagine the days after he left safely.It seemed like he was supposed to be here, always be here.But... is there any way to keep him?

For the first time, His Highness the lawless Seventh Prince understood what fear and fear are, and the illusory future for himself and peace.

Out of love comes fear, out of love comes sorrow, out of love comes fear.

Zhao Can sighed softly, and finally raised her hand to close the window, then leaned against Ping An, and closed her eyes.He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but at least at this moment, he is still here.

When Ping An opened his eyes the next day, Zhao Can was still awake.Changing his practice of going out early and returning late these days, Shenlong fell asleep peacefully with his eyes closed.

Ping An was a little surprised, but maybe Zhao Can finally figured it out, or the consolation he had done had an effect.Thinking of it this way, the mood seems to have improved a little.

When Pingan was about to get up, he realized that Zhao Can's arm was around his waist.

He carefully picked up the hand, intending to move it away.It's just that maybe the force was too strong, Zhao Can was sleeping sideways to face her, but with such a push, she became lying flat.It was only then that Pingan realized that his shirt had been scattered at some point, exposing a large white chest.

His middle coat itself is white, but his skin is a color whiter than the material of the clothes, like the finest white jade, shining brightly in the morning sun.The black hair was spread out beside the pillow, and a few strands floated to the chest. The white skin and black hair formed a strong visual impact.

Zhao Can was originally very good-looking, but now she has such a posture of Haitang Chunshui that people almost dare not look at her closely.

Ping An felt that his heart was beating faster, and his body was also slightly hot.

That feeling from before reappeared.

He thumped his head in annoyance, amused by his nonsensical thoughts, and at the same time vaguely embarrassed.If Zhao Can knew that he had reacted to him, he would probably be scared to death, and then run away from him, right?

Even Ping An himself couldn't explain exactly how this feeling appeared and why it appeared on Zhao Can.

After all, it is one thing to appreciate beauty, and quite another.Besides, he used to see Zhao Can as half master and half friend!

Perhaps it was because of the time they spent together that the distance between the two was too close.

To be close is to be intimate.

It doesn't necessarily mean that, maybe it's just hormones at work, um... um, he's an eunuch now, do eunuchs have hormones too?

But no matter what, it was an irrefutable fact that the two were a little too close.

Zhao Can's phoenix son and grandson naturally did not share a bed with others, and Ping An herself, except for the difficult conditions at the beginning of the Bell and Drum Division, lived in the Datong bunk, and later had her own separate room.Not to mention in my previous life, I didn't even live in a university dormitory. Instead, I did a day study, and I always had my own private space.

In fact, from the very beginning when Zhao Can squeezed into her bed, she didn't reject it at all, and when she was still sleeping soundly, she should have been alert.

Ping An couldn't help but punched him twice more, and was about to hurry up and get up while Zhao Can was still awake.Unexpectedly, when she turned her head, she happened to meet a pair of dark eyes.

Zhao Can didn't know when he opened his eyes.At this moment, he was looking at Ping An and smiling, "I'll be stupid if I beat it again."

Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, his eyeballs were so pure and clean, like a pool of black water, or an endless abyss... Ping An looked at him for a while, and even became more uncomfortable, hurriedly look away.

Ping An was very annoyed by Zhao Can's stare at his embarrassing appearance, but what made him feel even worse was that he was almost immersed in Zhao Can's gaze just now, and he couldn't react at all.

Feel bad.

Of course, Ping An knew what that feeling was like. To describe it in more literary words, it was called falling into the enemy's hands. In ordinary vernacular, it was: he seemed to be in love.

How fresh, after living two lifetimes, the first time he felt the feeling of being in love was with a man, and he was still a eunuch. Thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at him, and there was no possibility of any result.

He secretly warned himself not to be tricked, to stay rational and vigilant, and then Ping An lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "It's getting late, it's time to get up."

"Yes." Zhao Can also got out of bed.

This action was a bit unexpected.Although standing in front of Zhao Can and changing clothes would make him a little uncomfortable, but now that Zhao Can is standing with him, he also feels uncomfortable.

He turned his head and was about to say something.In the end, Zhao Can didn't shy away from taking off his shirt in front of him.

They said it was a middle coat, but because they were men, they naturally didn't have any small clothes inside, at most they had a pair of tight-fitting trousers.So at this moment, Zhao Can's entire upper body is naked.

He looked very thin, but when he took off his clothes, he didn't have a frail figure, but was full of beautiful lines and very powerful muscles at first glance. It was just because he was slender and his muscles were very well-proportioned, so wearing a You can't see the clothes on at all.

Although he has muscles, it still cannot change the fact that Zhao Can is very white.Ping An just looked at his chest, but in fact he is very white from head to toe, from inside to outside... Ping An once thought in his previous life that if a man was too white, he would look like a pretty boy, without any sense of beauty.So I heard that the ancient literati regarded white as beauty, and even put on paint to look white, and I always found it difficult to understand.

But if the so-called "white" is Zhao Can's kind, then it is indeed as beautiful as a work of art.

There is some beauty that transcends limits and boundaries, and that can be felt by almost anyone.In the past, Ping An thought that such things would only appear in nature, and that it was the work of good fortune.Or people can occasionally make similar works of art, which is called ingenuity.But he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be beautiful beyond boundaries.Because he has never encountered it.

But now think about it, human beings are the primates of all things, the bell of good fortune!

Of course, it is also possible that the hormones caused him to infinitely magnify Zhao Can's beauty.But in any case, at least as a human being, he has a beauty that transcends gender, which can make everyone who sees him heart-warming.Thinking about it this way, Ping An felt that he had regained some face for himself.

Zhao Can was already very good, and it was normal to fall in love with him.He's not the first, and he won't be the last.

Anyway, there will be no possibility for the two of them, so... just treat it as admiring artwork.

After adjusting his mentality, he could finally avoid Zhao Can so obviously.It's a pity that Zhao Can changed his clothes very quickly. He had already put on new clothes, and then turned to look at him, "Why don't you change? Do you need my help?"

Ping An is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the fur all over his body is blown up, "No, no, no, no, no!"

His reaction was so big, Zhao Can couldn't help laughing, "Okay, then you do it yourself. I'll go out first and ask someone to prepare water."

This is of course just an excuse, no matter when Zhao Can wakes up, there will be someone waiting for him with hot water at the right temperature.This is the basic skill for the palace people who serve the master to survive in the palace, although Ping An always feels that he is not aware of it.

So it was not unreasonable for him to refuse to serve Zhao Can by his side.At least this kind of thing, Ping An felt that he could not do it. ——In fact, he can't do all the things to serve others.

The distance is a bit farther, and it’s fine to entertain the other party occasionally, but if you follow up with each other every day and take care of every detail, Ping An feels that it won’t take a week for him to go crazy.

Cough, that's a long way off.After Zhao Can left, Ping An finally changed his clothes quickly.

I don't know if Zhao Can installed a surveillance camera on him, and after he changed his clothes, someone brought water in over there.Pinner didn't want to be waited on. After the water was put down, he rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and then sat in front of the mirror to comb his hair.

To be honest, this step made Ping An very embarrassing at the beginning.Because he thinks that only women can sit in front of the dressing table and comb their hair slowly. As for men, they can grab a spiritual hairstyle with just a few hands.

However, in ancient times, after he also had elegant black hair, Ping An discovered that it is necessary to take it easy.Because the conditions in ancient times could not support washing hair every day.So when you go to bed at night and sleep with your hair loose all night, it is very likely that it will get knotted, and it will be impossible to comb it if you don’t comb it slowly...

When combing halfway, Zhao Can walked in.He has someone to take care of him, so it is easier and faster to take care of his hair, and he has already done everything.Seeing that Ping An was still struggling with his hair, he came over, took the comb in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'll comb it for you."

He said this sentence well... Pingan felt that if he heard the words correctly, he could hear the tenderness from them.

It made him feel very uncomfortable.On the one hand, Zhao Can's closeness made him jump for joy involuntarily.On the other hand, I always feel that this scene seems to be similar...

By the way, the ancients always talked about the joys of the boudoir, that is, the husband combs the wife's hair, eyebrows, and makeup... It is very similar to the scene in front of me.

This association made Ping An face black.However, through the blurry bronze mirror, seeing Zhao Can standing behind him, combing his hair seriously, Ping An couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart.

It's really over.

Zhao Can's hands were dry and warm, with moderate strength, and they never hurt and were safe.Although a little slow, the final result is still very good.Ping An took a look in the mirror, and suddenly had a bit of a weird idea of ​​"a woman is the one who pleases herself", and then she felt embarrassed.

Zhao Can didn't notice what he was thinking, so he turned to the side and looked at it for a while, before nodding his head affirmatively, "Okay. Let's go eat."

"Thank you for your hard work." Ping An thanked him.

Zhao Can smiled and said, "You're welcome, I like to comb your hair very much."

If Pingan thought it was normal at this time, after sitting at the dinner table, Zhao Can became a little bit abnormal.

Even though it was just breakfast, there were still seven or eight dishes on the table.If Zhao Can didn't eat one, he would add one to Ping An, "This is delicious." "This is also good." In this way, there is no room for him to refuse.

If this can be explained by his hospitality, then bringing snacks to Ping'an's mouth and letting him "taste" is definitely something that Zhao Can could only do if he was overwhelmed.

Ping An stared at the dim sum delivered to him, neither eating nor not eating.

Zhao Can then retracted and took a bite by himself, "Why, isn't it delicious? I think it tastes pretty good. You should try it." Then he lowered what he had bitten back.

Ping An's face flushed red.

Although he is not a girl, he is not so easily shy.But it also depends on what Zhao Can is doing.This kind of intimate eating method, even many close couples or couples, probably can't do it with a straight face.

But Zhao Can looked innocent, as if he really just wanted him to taste some delicious snacks.

Who believes it?If it is said that he ate an unprecedented snack, it would be fine if he was eager to share it with himself. As for this kind of food that he eats every day, as for Hui Jidao, has he even forgotten this?

Speaking of which, Ping An has not forgotten that in history, other than Longyang and Duanxiu, there is also a Fentao for same-sex relationships...

Saying that Zhao Can is not flirting with herself, Ping An would never believe it.But Ping An also found it unbelievable to say that Zhao Can was flirting with herself.How hard is it to think about yourself before you see yourself?After all, Zhao Can's bright future lies there. If he wants to reach that position, getting a wife and having children is the right way. What's the matter if he makes a detour halfway?

In the end, under Zhao Can's staring gaze, Ping An still firmly kept his mouth shut and did not eat the snack.As a result, Zhao Can waited for a while, put the chopsticks back as if nothing had happened, and ate it by himself.

Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, didn't dare to continue eating, quickly put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I'm done eating." If he continued to eat, who knew Zhao Can would come up with some strange ways to torture himself?

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that there is a look of regret on Zhao Can's face, and then he put down his chopsticks with a smile, "I've finished eating too. I may have to go out later, you can read a book here or do something else by yourself." Anything is fine."

"Okay." Ping An always felt that his tone was very gentle, as if her husband was about to go out, and then patiently coaxed his little wife who was waiting at home, "I'll be back in a while, don't miss me too much" or something.

He felt a little hot on his face.

Today, it's not just Zhao Can who is wrong, but also himself. Why do you always make up these messy things?

Fortunately, Zhao Can finally left.Ping An breathed a sigh of relief, and went to pick out a book to read.However, when he opened the book, he couldn't read it no matter what, and turned over and over in his mind, thinking about the abnormalities of today's photoshoot.

If this was in modern times, or if Ping An was a woman, he would be able to conclude without hesitation that Zhao Can was indeed flirting with him.

But in the current situation, he could only hold himself back and not allow himself to guess in that direction.

Maybe Zhao Can is really just in a better mood today, so his voice is a little softer, and he is a little more intimate with himself... Speaking of this, maybe it was because my comfort and persuasion last night had an effect, so Zhao Can and I were brought closer. What about your own distance?

In any case, it shouldn't be the result I guessed.

He had lied to Wen Chengbi once, saying that he was a broken sleeve and adored Zhao Can, but that was really just a casual lie, it wasn't true!