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

Hibiscus tent (38)

The sky was dimly bright, and Shu Le was lying on the bed in a large font.

Take a long sigh of relief.

One word.

Cool.

If you want to add an adjective, it is very cool.

Delicious.

Except for the first time after use, it still hurts a bit.

The others can be said to be perfect.

It would be better if the little emperor came a few times less last night, or don't use that gadget to tease him, it would be nice to let him come out every time.

Ah, forget it.

Can't ask for that much.

Shu Le rolled on the bed, poking the system brazenly, wanting the system to show him a cartoon.

The system watched the drama about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law indifferently, and flatly rejected him.

Shu Le curled her lips, rubbing her waist and trying to get up from the bed.

However, before he could stand still, his legs gave way and he fell back on the bed.

While falling down, Shu Le felt a strange feeling in the back position, as if something was stuffed into it.

It seemed that the thing that was stuffed in was purposely used to block what another person left last night.

Shu Le didn't move, lying on the bed to feel the shape of the object, his expression became more and more subtle.

Oh shit.

This damn little emperor.

Probably the action just now disturbed the palace servants waiting outside the palace, not long after, Qiulan hurried in all the way, and said respectfully to Shu Le: "Your Majesty, do you want to wash?"

Shu Le is a general, and with the things in his body at this time, he can't bear to have a few old nuns serving him in front of him.

He looked left and right, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt uncomfortable, so he could only say: "Where is Your Majesty?"

Qiulan immediately said: "Eunuch Fuquan came to report just now, saying that Bachelor Lin is waiting for His Majesty to summon you in the Imperial Study Room. You have been waiting all night. Your Majesty just passed by."

Shu Le: "..."

Yes, it's really Lin Jitong's style.

The thing inside still has a bit of heat, which disturbs people's life.

Shu Le leaned on the beauty couch with a stiff posture, and quickly yawned.

After I fully sobered up, I didn't know whether it was the sequelae of addiction or I did it too much, and my whole body was sore.

Shu Le pressed his shoulder, and casually glanced at Qiulan: "Does he have anything else to say?"

Qiu Lan said: "Your Majesty also said, don't wake up your mother. Also, Your Majesty is coming to have lunch with you at noon."

Shu Le: "..."

Alas, I really don't want to have dinner with the little emperor.

Shu Le sighed for a long time: "All right, General, I know."

He didn't dare to sit down completely, so he half leaned against the back of the pillow of the beauty's couch to breathe a sigh of relief.

After finally sitting down, Shu Le took two sips of water from the water glass on the table, barely moistened his throat, and then said: "Go and get some water for Bengong, I want to take a bath."

Qiulan still knelt on the ground, motionless.

Shu Le was stunned, and asked, "Why don't you go?"

Qiu Lan kowtowed to Shu Le, and said cautiously: "Go back to your mother, Your Majesty has already bathed with you before leaving, so you don't need to bathe again."

Shu Le: "..."

Liar, right?

Ghosts don't believe it.

If it had been washed, why would the thing still be in him.

Also TM plugged.

The more Shu Le thought about it, the more angry she became, pointing at Qiu Lan with trembling fingers, she said angrily, "What? I don't even have the freedom to take a bath anymore?"

Seeing that Shu Le was angry, Qiulan hurriedly said in a low voice: "I don't dare. I will go and prepare warm soup for you. It's just..."

Shu Le was aggressive: "Just what?"

In this deep palace, after 30 years old, one can be regarded as an old mother. Qiulan has already passed the age of a little palace maid, so she has naturally seen all kinds of games in the palace.

"It's just the thing His Majesty put into your body for you..."

Qiulan lowered her voice, "There is a nourishing ointment on that object. Before leaving, His Majesty specifically instructed him to take it out with his permission. If you take it out without authorization, His Majesty will punish you."

Shule:? ? ?

This kind of extremely private bed matter was told to him by the palace man, which made Shu Le feel embarrassed that his whole body was cut open.

The more he paid attention to it, the more sticky he felt behind him, and Shu Le was so tortured that even his expression was blurred.

However, it would be useless for him to be truthful with these servants about what Zhou Sui personally ordered. Shu Le breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "Forget it, go and pass on a good skill to me. My back is so sore."

Qiulan responded readily this time: "I will inform His Majesty right now, Empress, please wait a moment."

Shu Le was stunned: "Is this going to be told to Zhou Sui too?"

A bit of panic appeared on Qiulan's face, and she hurriedly knelt down and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, you must not directly address Your Majesty by his name!"

Shu Le thought to himself, he didn't know how many words he scolded Zhou Sui on the bed last night, and he didn't see what Zhou Sui said today.

But in front of the palace people, he finally changed his words: "I just asked you to find me a palace maid or eunuch who can give me a massage. You don't need to tell your Majesty about such trivial matters."

Qiu Lan shook her head, and said: "Your Majesty told you when you left that no matter if you want to see a guest or pass on someone, you must report to him."

Shu Le: "..."

Shu Le spread out on the beauty's couch like a dead fish: "It's alright, alright, you go. Hurry up and come back."

Only then did Qiulan take the order.

Shu Le was really uncomfortable sitting on the couch for a while, leaning on the railing and trying to stand up slowly, to find a place to take the thing out.

He was holding his waist with one hand and the railing with the other.

Stand up slowly to halfway.

When she raised her head, she saw that Wen Rong was standing in front of Shu Le led by a little maid from the outer hall.

Shu Le was so frightened that his hands shook, and he fell back on the couch.

The thing behind that followed the inertia and suddenly entered a little bit upwards.

Shu Le snorted, and a few traces of abnormal redness suddenly appeared on his face.

It was just too embarrassing.

Shu Le didn't want to see anyone at all at this time, but he just found out that the gentleness in front of him was not an illusion. When Yu Yun passed by and raised his head again, that person was still standing there.

Shu Le's voice was still hoarse, so he had to cough lightly before saying: "Now Fengqi Palace should not be allowed to enter and exit, how did you get in?"

Wen Rong didn't answer, but looked at Shu Le with special concentration from a distance away.

Ever since his identity was revealed, Zhou Sui no longer allowed Shu Le to hide his face. Even the white jade mask that accompanied Shu Le in countless battles was hidden somewhere by Zhou Sui.

Anyway, he was never seen again.

If it was normal, with Shu Le's thick skin, let alone being stared at by Wen Rong for a while, even if the two of them held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, Shu Le would not have any reaction.

But today he is in a special situation, the feeling of stuffing is getting stronger and stronger, making it impossible for Shu Le to ignore it.

Also more guilty.

After a while, Shu Le turned his face away.

Only then did Wen Rong smile, and said softly: "It turns out that brother has such a beautiful face under the mask."

Shu Le just wanted to send people away quickly, tried his best to keep his voice quiet, and said directly: "Fengqi Palace is full of people now, if you enter the palace privately, if His Majesty traces it down..."

"What if we track it down?"

A cold smile appeared on the gentle and clear face.

He took two steps forward, until he walked under Shu Le's beauty couch, and said in a jade voice, "Brother, there are no military officers available in the court. Even if we track it down, will your majesty dare to offend me?"

Shu Le's face darkened, and he warned, "Wen Rong, don't speculate on the holy will."

Wen Rong nodded, knelt down beside Shu Le, and said softly: "My brother knows. My brother's words...Rong is always willing to listen."

Wen Rong was kneeling beside Shu Lemei's couch, and the distance between the two was no more than one couch.

Shu Le recalled bitterly his heroic demeanor in saving people on the battlefield, and really didn't want his pretentious persona to collapse like this.

So the closer Wen Rong got, the more nervous Shu Le became.

Until now, breathing has been a little short.

Wen Rong suddenly smiled, and reached out to touch Shu Le's cheek: "Why is brother so blushing?"

Shu Le reached out subconsciously, and opened Wen Rong's hand hard.

After the fight, he felt that this move was inappropriate, turned his eyes away and said: "You are a courtier now, it is not appropriate to enter the harem, go back quickly."

After a moment of silence, Wen Rong smiled softly, and said quietly: "Brother has only entered the palace for a few days, but he regards himself as His Majesty's person more and more."

When Shu Le heard it, the anger that had been suppressed just now suddenly burst out again.

He slapped his hand on the table beside the couch: "Wen Rong, what do you mean by that!?"

Wen Rong didn't seem to be angry at all, but stepped forward and grabbed the hand on Shu Le's table with both hands.

Carefully blowing with his mouth, he said softly: "Brother, don't be angry, it's because Rong can't speak. It's all Rong's fault."

Shu Le's movements just now were too large, and he was pulled to the position behind him again.

"..."

Shu Le snorted, his whole body trembled, and he leaned on the couch with a soft waist, without moving for a long time.

Because Shu Le leaned back a little, the palace attire loosely draped over her body when she got up in the morning loosened a little, revealing her slender neck.

There are also traces on fair skin that make it hard not to guess.

Wen Rong saw his weak appearance and those traces in his eyes, his expression was gloomy, but he didn't say a word.

He just patted the back of Shu Le's hand held by him, and said comfortingly: "Brother, what's wrong? Do you want to send the imperial doctor to come and see?"

"No...no need."

Shu Le sighed, took his hand out of Wen Rong's, and sat up straight.

Shu Le glanced out of the window, the sun had already jumped up, and it was uncertain when Zhou Sui would come back, and his heart became more and more uncertain.

Shu Le panted a few times, and finally calmed down before saying, "Wen Rong, I'm in the palace now, so I can't take too much care of the Shu family's affairs."

"Father treats you like your own son, and you know this."

"Now that my father is old, and His Majesty has accepted the Tiger Talisman, the Shu family will rely on you to support them."

Shu Le closed his eyes, made the most suitable posture for pretense, and said earnestly: "You have to remember...you are the minister, and he is the king. A minister who is loyal to the king is the destiny... the sacred heart is unpredictable, Destiny cannot be violated."

Wen Rong was still kneeling beside Shu Le's couch, but suddenly lowered his voice when he heard the words, and said, "But brother, Rong just wants to know—"

"Are you loyal to the position of the emperor, or to Zhou Sui?"

Shu Le's expression froze: "Wen Rong, have you forgotten what I just said?"

Wen Rong smiled softly, and was about to answer, but heard Fuquan's shrill and thin voice from the outer hall.

"Your Majesty is here—"

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: Hehe, I was just away for one morning.Green on the head again.hehe.

Lele: No, there is no green, where is green.

Wen Rong: Yes, Your Majesty, nothing happened to me and my brother.

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I took a look at the nutrient solution today and it is about to break a thousand. Babies will give Lele a few more bottles of lubricant♂♀♀~