Canghuan Seven Palaces

Opening his mouth to breathe, he sticks out his tongue, gently but firmly inviting this person to dance together.

"I want to make love to you."

As soon as the deep kiss was over, Si Cangqing heard the person below him say this, and those feeble hands pulled his robe urgently.Resignedly following the opponent's movements, he explained: "Qiu Shuang Wanlou is coming soon, let's have something to eat first!"

After finishing speaking, Si Cangqing sat upright, straightened his clothes, and carefully pulled Mo Qingjue up.

The people who were a little unhappy at first wanted to look out the window curiously after hearing the loud and lively voices outside.Si Cangqing asked Mo Qingjue to lean against his chest, opened the curtain of the car, and asked, "Want to take a look?"

Hearing the question, Mo Qingjue nodded, then shook his head again, frowning.

"After dinner, I'll go shopping with you!" Si Cangqing made a decision without knowing what the other party was hesitating about.

"Don't go!"

Si Cangqing looked at the other party puzzled, "Why?"

Touching his face, Mo Qing never answered.Looking at the other party's movements, Si Cangqing immediately understood, and said: "No problem."

"No!" Mo Qingjue insisted with wide-eyed eyes.

"If you don't go, then you won't go." Si Cangqing followed the words, slightly surprised. This person's personality has really changed. He has Qiang Qingmo's quiet and withdrawn personality, but is more prone to anger. Wen is so talkative and loves to laugh.

"Let's go straight back to the palace, okay?"

"En." The originally displeased person responded obediently, with a little eagerness, "You said that the bamboo from Sishui will be transplanted into the palace."

"It's already being transplanted, a huge bamboo forest."

With joy in his eyes, Mo Qingjue asked enthusiastically, "Is there a Nongzhu Garden?"

"Ah."

"Where's the river?"

Rubbing the man's back with his palm, Si Cangqing explained: "The river is inconvenient, so a lake has been used instead."

Hearing Si Cangqing's description, Mo Qingjue showed a slight smile on his face, "Ah Qing, you are so kind." He put his arms around Si Cangqing's neck and pecked on the other's lips, "Then What is the name of the palace where I live?"

"Yes." Si Cangqing gently looked into the man's joyful eyes, and said, "Mo Chou Palace."

"Mo, worry? Mo worry..." He murmured these two words repeatedly, and then, Mo Qingjue smiled brightly at Sicangqing, with a tone of joy and anger, "It's so vulgar."

Si Cangqing was stunned for a moment, frowned and pondered for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Then you should choose another name!"

Leaning on the opponent's shoulder, Mo Qingjue said with a smile: "If I take it again, it will just set off that you, the emperor, are too talented!"

"No problem."

"Hehe." Mo Qingjue grabbed Si Cangqing's hair and played with it, "Then call it... Mo Chou."

After the sound fell, the carriage stopped slowly, and the voice of Nineteen from outside the carriage came in, "Master, we have arrived at Qiushuangwan Building."

"Steamed crucian carp!" Mo Qingjue hurriedly said before Si Cangqing got up.

Rubbing his forehead helplessly, Si Cangqing didn't respond, and directly picked him up and got off the carriage.

The final volume is final: the prosperity of the grand finale is a sigh

In the end, Si Cangqing couldn't go against Mo Qingjue's request. While steaming the fish and simmering the porridge, he was busy up and down the stove by himself, stoking the fire from time to time.

The chefs in the Qiushuang Wan Building were all driven out of the kitchen, and when they saw the scene inside from the half-open window sill, they were all dumbfounded.Who would have guessed that one day he would see with his own eyes that the high and mighty emperor washed his hands and made soup for a man.

Not far from the stove, there was a reclining chair in a different place. Mo Qingjue sat on it, his eyes following Si Cangqing's walking figure.Si Cangqing was reluctant to let him stay in the kitchen at first, but under his insistence, the other party compromised.

Eyes slightly bent, Mo Qing smiled unconsciously, and a strong fragrance burst into his nose from time to time, making people's floating heart a little bit more stable.

Taking out the firewood burning in the stove and stuffing it into the cold ashes to extinguish it, Si Cangqing got up and patted the dust, then walked to Mo Qingjue, and asked, "Are you hungry? The porridge will have to wait."

Shaking his head quickly, Mo Qing smiled brightly at him, "When I recover, Ah Qing will teach me how to cook!"

Squat down in front of each other.Si Cangqing lightly shook the man's cold hand, and said softly, "Take care of your body first."

"Does Ah Qing dislike the bad taste of my dishes?" Mo Qingjue frowned, remembering the first time he made his own dishes, the taste was disgusting enough, but the person in front of him still ate it.Thinking of this, he said complacently, "I'd better not learn it!"

Noncommittal, Si Cangqing said softly: "Let's go out." He got up and picked up Mo Qingjue, then asked the waiter to prepare the steamed fish and porridge and send them to the private room, and left the kitchen.

In the elegant private room, the two sat leaning against the hollowed-out railing, and the green bamboo branches and leaves outside the wall fluttered in the wind, making a delicate voiceless sound.

Si Cangqing held the person in his arms with one hand, and held onto the soup spoon in the other, and from time to time scooped fresh fish soup into the other person's mouth.

"Ah Qing will often cook for me in the future."

The person who had been eating quietly all of a sudden said this, Si Cangqing paused for a moment, then responded softly, "En."

Turning his head away from the soup spoon brought to his mouth again, Mo Qingjue muttered: "I'm full." After finishing speaking, he buried his head in the other's shoulder and rubbed it comfortably, "If I'm too busy, I can help you."

Putting down the spoon, Si Cangqing stroked the man's hair and said in a low voice, "No need."

Mo Qingjue raised his head abruptly, "You think I'm useless?"

Shaking his head in denial, Si Cangqing stared down at the man's slightly angry eyes, and explained: "You are not feeling well, we will wait until you recover."

Hearing this, Mo Qing couldn't help frowning, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "I will get better soon."

"Haste makes waste." Si Cangqing tilted his head slightly, and kissed the man's brow, "Don't worry." He only hoped that this man's legs could stand up again, and he could walk freely like an ordinary person. Not force.

No longer talking, Mo Qingjue raised his arms to wrap around the other's neck, searched for the other's mouth, and bit it carelessly for a long time, then calmed down and nestled meekly in Si Cangqing's arms.

Si Cangqing didn't speak any more, just kept one hand free, picked up the teacup, and took a sip now and then.

"Ah Qing, you didn't eat breakfast." Mo Qingjue suddenly said something, then sat up straight, glanced at the remaining porridge and fish on the table, and said happily, "I'll feed you."

Leaning slightly, Si Cangqing met the man's hopeful eyes and nodded.

Seeing this, Mo Qingjue smiled happily, raised his lips and kissed the other person's face, and said loudly: "Ah Qing, you are so kind." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pick up the porcelain bowl, picked up the spoon, and Hello Si Cangqing.

Holding the man's body steady with both arms, Si Cangqing followed Mo Qingjue's feeding movements and opened his mouth from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a snap, and the crisp sound broke the silence and warmth in the private room.Mo Qingjue stared blankly at the palm of Luokong's hand, and just now his wrist suddenly softened, so most of the bowl of porridge was splashed on Si Cangqing's face, and his own clothes were also stained a little.The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Si Cangqing immediately took out the spoon in the man's right hand and put it on the table, then clasped Mo Qingjue's hands, and said indifferently: "The clothes are dirty, let's change them quickly."

Clenching his ten fingers vigorously, Mo Qingjue said blankly: "I can't even hold... a bowl of porridge."

Seeing the man's empty eyes, Si Cangqing felt his heart tighten and felt an inexplicable pain, so he lowered his head, pressed against the man's forehead, and softly comforted him, "You just woke up, so you naturally have no strength."

In fact, Mo Qingjue's situation was much better than he expected.From waking up to coming down the mountain, Mo Qingjue was always in good spirits except for his weak legs and feet, which made him unable to walk.

"Ah Qing." Mo Qingjue stated flatly, "I'm already a complete useless person."

"It will be fine." Si Cangqing kissed the other party's lips, and tightened the fingers intertwined with the other party, "Bi's medical skills are very good. He said that it just takes some effort."

"If so, I will always be like this, what should I do?"

"Even if it doesn't get better, it doesn't matter." Si Cangqing said indifferently, slightly away from the other person's face, staring seriously into the other person's eyes, and paused every word, "You are alive, that's enough."

Staring blankly at those eyes that always seemed to be heartless, Mo Qingjue opened his mouth, but was speechless for a long time.

"Don't think about it." Si Cangqing let go of the bag, moved the man to the wicker chair beside him, and said, "I'll get someone to bring clean clothes."

Just as he was about to leave, Si Cangqing stopped and patted the hand on his waist, "Mo?"

"I don't want to wear black, it's ugly."

His expression softened unconsciously, and Si Cangqing responded, with a slight arc on his lips: "Green?"

"Water green water."

"it is good."

The night breeze was gentle, and Qingyue was lying in front of the window, jealously looking at the warm orange lights in the house.

"A little bit above... um..."

Looking at the person lying on the pavement, Si Cangqing carefully massaged the other's thigh and asked softly, "Here?"

Mo Qingjue just moved his head slightly, did not respond to the other party's question, and occasionally let out a pleasant hum.

Si Cangqing lowered his eyelids, and moved his hands lightly or heavily, pressing and rubbing, and gradually moved up to the base of the man's legs.As long as the other party responds with a slight movement, he will know whether the person feels comfortable.

This scenario has been repeated for more than half a year.

After Mo Qingjue woke up, Si Cangqing would come to massage his weak legs every day, and Cheng Tianbi also tried his best to heal him.Finally, one day at the end of autumn, he stood up again, but every time