Dressed as a high-risk occupation

(This chapter is the second update, you may miss the previous chapter if you read it directly~)

"Jiang Wen'an." Shen Yan pinched his chin, focused his eyes on his rosy lips, and stroked the slightly worn corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Put away your death-defying expression, if you are not willing, I will not force you."

Jiang Wen'an didn't resist, and let his fingers gently press the painful place.

"No reluctance."

A person who has no soul and no feelings, what is he willing or unwilling to talk about...

Now that he has decided, he just wants to end everything quickly.

He took the initiative to ask: "Where is it?"

The hard couch outside had been used by two teenagers just now, and he probably didn't want to touch it again. Jiang Wen'an's eyes fell on the screen inside, and his loneliness was gone.

"Shall I push you in?"

Shen Yan just snorted coldly: "Come up."

Jiang Wen'an was in a daze, and was pulled to stagger forward again.He came back to his senses and stroked the cold wheelchair with his fingertips.

"The clothes are so neat, how do you serve me? Mr. Jiang, are you deliberately pretending to be stupid with me?"

All Jiang Wen'an's embarrassment at this moment has dissipated, and all that remains is numbness, endless numbness.

He turned around and lowered his head to loosen his belt.

There were strands of cool wind blowing through the empty thighs, and he shivered.

Shen Yan was not in a hurry, and stared at him with heavy eyes, "Continue."

Jiang Wen'an closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and pulled it off.

Turning around with an extremely humiliating gesture, I saw that Shen Yan's upper body was still neat and tidy, only one place was slightly embarrassed, but compared with him, it seemed another kind of insult.

Jiang Wen'an had no time to think too much, and stepped forward under his dark eyes, with his legs resting on the sides of the wheelchair, not daring to touch Shen Yan, so he could only bend his body and prop his hands on the back of the chair behind him.

Present a condescending and extremely humble state.

Shen Yan ignored the distance he deliberately kept away, and just sat still.

Jiang Wen'an bit his lips lightly, not knowing what to do.

Shen Yan couldn't stand it.

There was a sudden chill, something moist touched him, Jiang Wen'an's legs trembled, and his body tensed up completely.

Sensing his reaction, Shen Yan ignored it, wiped it casually a few times, and then replaced himself.

Jiang Wen'an's hair was still disheveled, and the tails of his eyes were red, like a frightened bird, vigilant and pitiful.

Shen Yan felt that it was a little painful to breathe, but he really couldn't see him like this.

He lowered his head, and the surging love burst out in his eyes.

He knew that he couldn't give up, even at this time he was still afraid of his pain, so he was willing to let go of his body, as long as he never mentioned it again, even if it was just deception, he was willing to ignore the past, forget everything and forgive him.

As long as the husband is willing to stay by his side forever...

Jiang Wen'an made one last confirmation: "Is that so... Are you willing to let them go?"

Shen Yan was just thinking about it, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. After hearing his words clearly, his face instantly became horrific, with a bloodthirsty madness, "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"

Jiang Wen'an lowered his eyes, knowing that he had no right to retreat now, and could only do as he wanted.

And Shen Yan just remained motionless, allowing him to search bit by bit with unfamiliarity.

Jiang Wen'an was unwilling to reach out to help, so he found it very slowly and with great effort.

It was rare for Shen Yan to wait patiently for him to find an entry point, feeling the pain of being slowly swallowed.

Biting feeling.

The emotion in his eyes didn't change at all.

He was motionless, dry, and in pain.

Shen Yan saw that there was thin sweat on his forehead, and there was only pain on his face.

Suddenly remembered that when he was in the cave, the husband voluntarily removed the medicine for him. At that time, he was obviously emotional, and he just rubbed his legs a few times... He obviously felt it before, why can't it work now?

Chen Minghong's voice came from outside: "Report to Your Majesty, Master National Teacher, please see me."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Wen'an's body trembled.

Collect suo together.

"..." Shen Yan grabbed the wheelchair and responded with difficulty: "Let him roll."

Seeing his terrified look, Shen Yan felt angry and hurt, and went directly to pull his hand.

Jiang Wen'an lost his support and finally fell firmly.

"what--"

Finally got his wish, but Shen Yan only had sadness in his heart, pinching his waist without mercy.

Jiang Wen'an clung to his neck weakly, with his head resting on his shoulder.

It hurts and hurts.

After a long time, he finally couldn't hold back a sob.

"Ugh..."

During the madness, Shen Yan finally felt the moisture on his shoulders.

She gave him a chance to breathe, and pinched the back of his neck to force him to look up, and she knew that tears were streaming down his face.

Jiang Wen'an was sad, really sad.

Last night, when I heard the movement between him and others, I couldn't hold back my tears, and I didn't cry when I was forced to kneel in front of him in humiliation, but now I can't help it anymore.

They once agreed to get married and have a bridal chamber in Tinglanyuan. He had carefully curry favor with him, saying that he was afraid of his pain, and promised to treat him very gently.

Jiang Wen'an said that he was not afraid of pain, but now it hurts like hell.

Broken, all disillusioned.

What makes him sad is this feeling of detachment that the person is still there but everything has changed.

And his heartbroken appearance seemed to Shen Yan to be an undisguised resistance, he was furious, and strangled Jiang Wenan's neck.

"Are you crying?"

"You don't want to?! How dare you not?!"

The only response to him was Jiang Wenan's sobbing.

"Jiang Wen'an!" Shen Yan was burning with anger, and sadness came from it, "You love Shen Yanzhao, Liang Zici, Xiao Hei, even a little eunuch, you love everyone, but you don't want to love me."

He was so angry that he even forgot to call himself "Zhen", he just roared and questioned Jiang Wen'an: "Why? Why? Tell me! Speak up!"

Just like that time in Nongxue Pavilion when he was young, he bit Jiang Wen'an's shoulder hard.

The scene in front of him coincided with his vague memory, and Jiang Wenan's eyes gradually blurred.

For a moment, he forgot the pain and wanted to reach out and hug Shen Yan.

But he didn't.

The indifference of the people in front of him made Shen Yan feel extremely ridiculous.

He turned the wheelchair suddenly and headed in one direction.

The oil lamp was knocked over, he lifted him up and turned him over, and laid him on the small table in a humiliating posture.

Jiang Wen'an suddenly realized that the place where he was now was the place where he copied the scriptures last night, with his arms supporting the scriptures he had written, the ink was already dry, and before he had time to think about it, Shen Yan had already kicked off the wheelchair and covered it.

Jiang Wen'an's teary eyes were tearful, he looked down at his leg, only to realize that it was startling and bleeding.

"Your leg……"

Shen Yan has gone completely crazy, "What do you call yourself in front of me? Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen... Wei Chen..."

Before the words were finished, Shen Yan had already taken possession without any hesitation, reaching an unprecedented level.

Into it, to the deepest.

Jiang Wen'an no longer had any extra thoughts to worry about how badly his leg was injured, there was only pain, endless pain.

Fragmented, broken voices, and a heart that has already dimmed.

After an unknown period of time, he only felt a stomach ache, a sore throat, pains all over his body, and he wanted to vomit.

But the people behind him vented their anger on him regardless of the aggressiveness.

When his belly hit the table, his eyes finally went black and he passed out.

The oil lamp was shattered on the ground, and the lamp oil was spreading. There were strands of unpleasant smell, mixed with a faint scent of chestnut flowers.

Shen Yan was finally willing to let him go, and put the limp man on the dragon bed.

The two of them lay on his bed last night in order to cooperate with his acting. Although he did nothing, he still asked people to replace the bedspread, bedding and other utensils overnight.

The ladies in the palace were careful, and even used incense, and brought it in after drying in the sun. At this moment, the dragon bed is full of sober and clean smells.

Jiang Wen'an lost consciousness, but he seemed to be chasing after this smell instinctively, and his frowning brows finally relaxed a little.

Shen extended his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

His face was flushed red, which was very cute.

It would be nice if I could behave a little better when I was awake.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes, pulled the soft quilt to cover his mottled body, and lowered his head to touch the tip of his nose.

He didn't want to care about anything, he didn't care about the mess outside, and he didn't care about the repeated open wounds on his legs.

She just indulged herself into getting into the bed together, getting close to his back, and sticking to him tightly.

Both of them are not refreshed, but Shen Yan refuses to leave. Only when he is wrapped in tenderness can he have a temporary sense of security.

Heartbroken, he re-entered.

In the dream, Jiang Wen'an groaned/exhorted, but there was no other movement.

He was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger.

Shen Yan's heart was so soft that he finally showed a look of pity in the darkness.

Just now, he really wanted to hug and kiss his husband when he was awake, and wanted him to hug him too, but the husband just cried and kept crying without giving him any response.

Shen Yan was mad with anger, she just wanted to punish him so that he could no longer show disgust in his eyes.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and finally he could hug him without any scruples.

Shen Yan was satisfied.

This time, he didn't make any unnecessary movements, just kissed the back of his neck and murmured in a low voice: "Sir, my husband..."

Although he was extremely exhausted, he had to say that this was the best sleep Shen Yan had had in a while.

From dawn to dusk, he didn't seem to feel hungry, and just wanted to enjoy this rare quiet time quietly.

After learning the truth, Shen Yan couldn't sleep all night, wondering why Jiang Wen'an treated him like this, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

He was willing to embrace and sleep with Jiang Wen'an until the end of time, and even wanted to die in his arms like this, which could be regarded as a kind of eternal companionship.

He couldn't help but leaned over to kiss his cheek, but it was hot.

He sat up suddenly and touched his cheek and forehead, only to realize that he was burning badly.

After strenuous exercise before, Shen Yan thought it was normal for his body temperature to be a little higher for a while, but now he panicked.

He regretted it.

"Imperial Physician! Come here! Tell the Imperial Physician!"

Chen Mingda had been waiting outside, and he was startled when he heard the voice, but he guessed what the scene would be inside, so he turned around and found a safe little eunuch to invite the imperial doctor.

Shen Yan held the person with flushed cheeks in his arms, wrapped him tightly with a quilt, kept pressing his cool palms against his face, trying to cool him down, but with little effect.

The old doctor entered, and saw the scattered clothes and mess outside at a glance. He looked serious, and immediately asked the little maid beside him to open the window.

"Don't open it too much, just let it ventilate."

Shen Yan obediently put down Jiang Wen'an, covered him with the quilt, reached out to take out his hot wrist, and then stood aside.

Seeing this situation, the old doctor already knew what happened, and the expression on his face was even more serious.

He felt his pulse and couldn't help shaking his head.

"How is it? Doctor Zhang, what happened to my husband?"

"Your Majesty... you still ask... hey." The old doctor sighed.

He has deep qualifications, he has been working as an imperial physician in the palace since Shen Shinan's father's generation, and he does not shy away from speaking.

"It's not that the old minister said you, men's place is no better than women's, it's not a place where you can bear the feelings of cloud and rain, how can you be so unrestrained, Your Majesty..."

The current Holy Majesty is like a child who has done something wrong, standing beside the dragon bed with his hands down and his head bowed, he will not refute when he is trained, with an anxious look on his face.

"Then... what am I going to do now?"

"Has it been cleaned?"

Shen Yan shook his head.

"You..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chen Mingda stood aside tremblingly, interrupting the old doctor's words.

Doctor Zhang's face was still indescribable, "Clean up your body first, put on clean clothes, and then prepare some food to feed him. The old minister will prescribe a dose of medicine, drink it and sleep well."

"Is that all right?"

"Well." He still couldn't help saying a few more words: "No matter how good your majesty is, you have to consider him after all. This Mr. Jiang's pulse condition is weak. It seems that he hasn't eaten for a long time, lack of strength, and he has been blown by the wind. , I got a fever, it's not a problem, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"The old minister has to see if there is any damage elsewhere, and then decide whether to add some plaster."

Shen Yan reacted, and his face immediately became hot.

It's just that he absolutely refuses to let others see it, not even an old doctor.

He asked everyone to go out and wait outside, carefully checked through the screen, only to find that it was indeed a mess.

He went out and said in a low voice: "It is indeed worn, a little red."

The imperial doctor Zhang shook his head and sighed again, and winked when he saw Chen Minghong, but pretended not to see it.

Fortunately, Shen Yan had no other reaction, as long as he quickly put on a good plaster.

He himself had hot water fetched and went inside to take care of Jiang Wen'an carefully.

The author has something to say: ah...so old and bloody.

I ran away after posting the last chapter, I didn’t dare to read the comment area QAQ and watch it together at night, I hope I won’t be scolded orz

Yanyan already regrets TAT

Jiangjiang is abused, I feel bad, I deserve to die (kneel down manually)

but!From the next chapter, I will slowly come back sweet_(:3」∠)_

real!I swear!