The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (35)

Jinghua Hall and Fengqi Palace are separated by two red walls, the front and back palaces.

With the night wind rustling, Shu Le was carried all the way back to Fengqi Palace by Zhou Sui, and placed directly on the bed.

Shu Le leaned on the side of the bed, looking towards the bed rail.

He had specially observed before that the size of the phoenix bed in Fengqi Palace was basically the same as that of the dragon bed in the Imperial Study Room.

They are all wide and large in size.

All in all very satisfactory.

The only regret is that so far, he has not rolled on the dragon bed in the imperial study room.

But there is still hope, maybe someday it will come true.

While Shu Le thought happily, he secretly glanced at Zhou Sui beside him.

Zhou Sui was sitting on the couch beside him at this time.

It was probably because he had exercised well on weekdays, and when he brought back Princess Shu Leyilu, apart from a few traces of sweat on his forehead, he didn't see much change.

wrong.

In terms of changes, there should be some changes. At this time, the distance between the two of them was extremely close, and Zhou Sui's low panting came to Shu Le's ears.

Shu Le: ... Tsk, this Jiaochuan sounds great.

After putting the person on the bed, Zhou Sui did not let go of the hand around Shu Le's waist.

He casually called Qiulan and several other old nuns, and said in a deep voice, "The queen's hand is injured like this, don't you know that you call the imperial doctor to ask the queen for a consultation?"

Qiulan immediately knelt down and said in horror: "I don't know that my mother—"

"Alright, alright."

Shu Le looked at the old nanny kneeling aside with a pale face, and stopped Zhou Sui's hand: "Instead of talking here, it's better to quickly go to General Ben, bah, go and get a bottle of spirits for Ben Gong, Some clean gauze."

Several palace people looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurriedly responded. For a while, there was no one extra figure in the hall except the two on the bed.

Zhou Sui frowned, and said, "Shu Le, now that you control the harem, you can't be too soft-hearted."

Shu Le opened his mouth to say something respectfully, but before he could speak, he yawned.

Shu Le: "..."

It's all on the bed, so it's a pity if Zhou Sui doesn't want to have sex with him if he doesn't have a good image.

Worried.

Shu Le didn't answer Zhou Sui's words for a while, and leaned lazily in his arms.

I thought deeply about my happy life for a while.

Shu Le said: Tong, Tong, I have slept all day today, why am I still sleepy?

The system changed the channel with the remote control panel, and continued to watch its own drama about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

After hearing Shu Le's words, he was silent for a moment, and said: Oh, that's because you are about to become addicted.

Shu Le said: Tsk, is it so fast?

The system said indifferently: I wish you a happy day.

Shu Le has never received systematic blessings in this kind of thing, and for a while there was a mixture of sadness and joy: Everything, you have changed!You have become enlightened and generous!

The system focused on the TV screen, and said faintly: That's because the ethics drama gave me inspiration.

Shule:? ? ?

However, before the system could answer him, the palace servants took the gauze and spirits, knelt tremblingly beside the bed, as if waiting for Zhou Sui's anger all the time.

Zhou Sui stroked Shu Le's temples with his fingers for a moment, then leaned over and stretched out his hand from the gauze curtain, took the hemostatic powder, cotton gauze and spirits.

He helped Shu Le in his arms: "Don't move, I will give you medicine."

Shu Le's expression seemed a little dazed, and he looked down at Zhou Sui's hand holding his.

He clasped his hands, his hands were much rougher than Zhou Sui's, but his skin was fairer.

Zhou Sui rested his head on Shu Le's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Open your fingers, yes... That's it."

Zhou Sui probably seldom bandaged wounds for others, and his actions were extremely unskilled.

Even so, it was still very gentle, disinfected with spirits, sprinkled the hemostatic powder evenly on the crevices of the fingers, and wrapped it with cotton yarn a few times.

The wound was not very beautifully bandaged. Zhou Sui took Shu Le's hand and said with a light smile, "Did I hurt you?"

Shu Le's expression became dazed, and he shook his head after a long time. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and even the words in his mouth were lingering: "As a general... such a small injury, how can I mention it."

Zhou Sui rewarded Shu Le with a kiss on the ear: "Hey, I will love you even more."

Shu Le blinked, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just frowned uncomfortably.

As time passed, apart from the system prompt just now, Shu Le finally began to feel his symptoms.

Every inch of his body began to soften and ache, and he just wanted to find something that could support him.

At the same time, the bones of the whole body seemed to emit a kind of itching from the cracks. The extreme itching penetrated the bone marrow, diffused through the lungs, and broke out through the skin.

The eyes began to become nothingness, as if eagerly waiting for something.

what do you need.

And apart from these.

Except sour.

Except for the unbearable itch.

There is also a great sense of emptiness.

A sense of emptiness, as if he couldn't wait to be occupied, flooded his mind, trampled all his sanity, and made him even start to feel—

It doesn't matter who it is.

help him.

please help him.

Fuquan came in from outside Fengqi Palace, waved the whisk in his hand, gave a few orders in a low voice, and the palace servants retreated silently.

Most of the candles in the hall had been extinguished, only a few dimly lit ones beside the phoenix bed.

Shu Le felt more and more uncomfortable, but at this time Zhou Sui's hand supporting him from behind became the only thing he could rely on for his body.

As soon as Zhou Sui let go, he would fall on the bed immediately.

The mouth is dry, and the balance in the body seems to have a huge gap, clamoring for satisfaction.

Shu Le took a deep breath in Zhou Sui's arms, struggling to break away from Zhou Sui's hand that had just been bandaged, trying to grab the couch next to him.

But before he could break free, Zhou Sui tightly held him in his palm: "The bleeding just stopped, don't move around."

"But……"

Shu Le's expression finally showed three points of hesitation and desire. He frowned, as if he was trying to keep himself rational, and it took him a long time before he said slowly, "Your Majesty, the minister has lost his dignity..."

Zhou Sui smiled lowly, hugged him in his arms, kissed Shu Le's side face, and said softly: "Little general, you still remember that this is the second time you have lost your composure in front of me."

Shu Le had endured to the extreme, but the warmth of the two of them made people almost collapse.

He was tortured so much that it took him a long time to remember... On the way to the southwest, he did get drunk once in front of Zhou Sui.

Damn, get drunk once, as for remember now?

Shu Le bit her lower lip, and after not biting for a while, Zhou Sui stretched out her hand and opened the corner of her mouth.

I saw Zhou Sui leaning forward and flipping through the things presented by the palace servants just now, and when he turned around, he took out a delicate lacquer box.

At first glance, it is not the box of Hou Zhou's method, it is very familiar...

Shu Le took a breath, and saw Zhou Sui take out an exquisitely crafted mouth/ball from the box, tie it from the back of his head lightly, and put it into his mouth.

Shu Le: "..."

Zhou Sui kissed Shu Le again, and stroked his cheek: "Don't bite, you won't be able to stop the bleeding if you bite."

Shu Le: "..."

He stopped biting, really, really stopped biting.

Just do it, he will be very cooperative, and he will do many poses.

Just...don't engage in such flamboyant operations.

Lele is a little scared.

In the brief silence, Fuquan, who had been waiting outside the veil tent on the phoenix bed for an unknown amount of time, finally spoke softly: "Your Majesty, the things you ordered have been taken from Dr. Jiang."

Zhou Sui nodded, turned sideways to lift a little gauze curtain: "Give it to me."

Fuquan's voice was already very low and low, but due to the close distance, it still fell into Shu Le's ears intermittently.

"The empress is weak, so be more careful..."

"This is a soft ointment, which is helpful for spreading, and can also increase the interest, so that the empress can have fun with you..."

"It's your first time, Your Majesty, it's better to use a more traditional position..."

Shu Le: "..."

Fuquan retreated without knowing when, and the hall was completely quiet.

Zhou Sui put the lacquer box aside, hugged Shu Le, stuck it to his ear and said, "When I marched with you to the Southwest, the little general got drunk, do you remember?"

Shu Le's whole body was sore and weak, he just begged Zhou Sui to deal with him quickly, and nodded readily.

Zhou Sui kissed Shu Le's forehead, and said with a smile: "I told you how to make meritorious deeds, remember?"

Shu Le: "..."

"I will teach you now."

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: Why did you get stuck?

Lele: Why are you stuck?

Author Bacteria: Probably because the author Bacteria has kidney deficiency...