Brother Donggong

Even the most violent love will have an end.

The prince only did it once. When he finally stopped pressing me, I was surprised that I was still awake, but dizzy. Arbitrary Ling Chi strangled, then formed a ball and stuffed it back for me.

The soul is like this, and so is the body.

It seems that apart from being able to breathe, I don't even have the strength to open my eyelids, but I just feel drowsy, getting more and more sleepy.

I seem to feel the prince's fingers gently caressing my cheeks. I like his warm fingers and their gentle strength, so my cheeks stick to me unconsciously. I don't know if he is looking at me. It's poor, but my action was kind after all, so the kiss he put on my cheek was soft.

Soon I couldn't even feel his kisses.

I am asleep.

It seemed that it was already past noon when I woke up again, the curtain covering the big bed was opened, surrounded by hollow incense burners inlaid with gold threads, emitting warm incense, and the dazzling sunlight shone through the black carved window lattice. on the ground.

I felt my back hurt, but my strength gradually came back, but I couldn't move.

There is still a person on top of him.

The crown prince was sleeping on top of me and was in a daze.

Wen Zhan has been regent for two years, and his temper has been a little gloomy and unstable these years. It seems that I haven't seen him peacefully for many years.

Now his sleeping face makes me feel very novel again.

It turned out to be childish.

It's sweet and familiar.

This is what Yuezheng looked like when he fell asleep.

The eyes are closed, the long eyelashes are like a fan, the originally straight nose is twisted, half of the cheeks are bulging, and the mouth seems to be tilted to one side.

The prince's usual domineering and hostility are all gone, it seems that he is the real one at this time, and in my memory, his overturning wrists, overpowering power, and even forbearance and viciousness are all fleeting, and they are still floating clouds than the clouds in the sky , A little wind blows and it all disappears, it's all fake.

His robe was still on him, though wrinkled.

The collar is fully open, exposing his back, and there are a few marks left by my fingernails on it... Wrapped in white gauze, it is covered under the robe, only a little white is exposed.

he is injured?

How could he be hurt?

I wouldn't be an idiot to think that it was because he accidentally climbed a tree and fell, and then rubbed against the corner of the stone, just in time to rub a small insignificant wound on his shoulder.Even if one day I can have fun with the village girl in Longji, Wen Zhan will not be cut by tables, chairs, rockery, tall trees and short vines.

He is the prince, and there are countless people around him, serving him.

He doesn't have to lift anything heavier than chopsticks, and he doesn't walk under a dangerous wall.Along the way he will go, someone will fill in the invisible pits and remove the small stones one by one to ensure that he will not trip or sprain his feet.

Therefore, if his wounds were not drawn out by himself when he was idle, someone stabbed him maliciously.

There are eighteen shadow guards guarding the prince all the time. Even when he is doing such a scandalous thing as making out with me, the 36 eyes hiding in the dark will stare at me, staring at me all the time, to see if it is true. Thoughts and actions that hurt him.

If someone really took such signs, they would assassinate the prince on purpose, and they would be wiped out and their graves dug!

Eh.

This is not suitable for me. He and I were born of the same father. Exterminating my nine clans is no different from exterminating his nine clans.

However, under such strict protection from the shadow guards, how could he be injured?

The more I thought about it, the more strange I felt, and I was about to tear off his clothes to see more clearly, but at this moment Wen Zhan woke up, and he grabbed my fingers and pressed them on the bed.

Seeing the sharpness of his movements, I thought he had woken up a long time ago, but I saw his eyes again, and he was a little dazed as if he had just woken up. After thinking about it, I asked him, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhan didn't speak.

He neither said perfunctorily - "This has nothing to do with you", nor told me what happened. He just looked at me, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

That look is complicated.

It seems to say something.

but……

He still didn't say anything after all.

Wen Zhan got up, walked to the bed, picked up a cup of warm tea from the table over there, raised his neck and drank it to moisten his throat, then turned his back to me, but said, "Can I get up?"

I turned over, using both hands and feet, and finally managed to sit on the edge of the bed, so I answered him, "Yes."

"Fresh and wash." Wen Zhan said, "Go to Shouchun Palace Cui Meiren's place, father wants to see you."

Shouchun Palace?

Cui Meiren?

my mother?

My father is at my mother's place?

My emperor father, who is said to have never looked at my ugly mother since he climbed out of my mother's belly, is actually in my mother's bedroom? ? ! ! ——

I looked at Wen Zhan in surprise, stuttering, "...my father...father...father...in...Shouchun Palace...Cui...my mother...??"

"Yes." Wen Zhan replied, "Father has been staying at the Shouchun Palace for three consecutive days. Cui Meiren is not what she used to be now, she can be regarded as the favorite of the harem."

Wen Zhan's voice was flat, as if he was talking about a matter of course.

But I don't have his skills.

The vivid picture of my father with a handsome and noble face appeared in my mind, helping my ugly mother to the gums, and I suddenly felt that even if I was hugged by Wen Zhan for a hundred times, I would give it to him again. His money is not as lonely as snow in the picture in my mind.

What happened to this world?