I became the apex of my nemesis by acting

The hand came close to Xue Beiwang, under the faint candlelight, the green onion finger was smashed, red and swollen.

Xue Beiwang frowned, helped Bai Chengjue to stand up, and said in a deep voice, "Is it just a matter of bragging? Sit down and wait for me to come back."

Looking at the back of Xue Beiwang leaving in a hurry, Bai Chengjue rested his chin on one hand, scanned the messy desk with his eyes, and lay down on the desk with a chuckle, his temple hair was stained with ink on the desk.

His eyes looked thoughtfully at the handwriting with trembling marks on the paper.

Xue Beiwang's words seemed to be repeating in his ears.

Those who want to promise him peace and security...

The door of the study was pushed open again, Bai Chengjue lazily straightened his back and sat up straight, his hair stained with thick ink left a black mark on his side cheek.

Holding the tray, Xue Beiwang knelt in front of Bai Chengjue on one knee, took Bai Chengjue's wrist, and warmed Bai Chengjue's swollen knuckles with the warm white scarf.

Bai Chengjue watched quietly as Xue Beiwang lowered his head, blowing a cool breeze on the palm of his hand, and the warm white scarf gently wiped and kneaded the swollen knuckles.

The moment he raised his eyes, his four eyes met. He looked at those worrying eyes, and his knuckles twirled around Xue Beiwang's face.

Xue Beiwang said softly, "Don't make trouble."

"Can't you?"

"Okay, you can do anything." Xue Beiwang said as he picked up the medicated oil and smeared it on Bai Chengjue's knuckles, "I will rub the medicated oil away later, it will hurt a little."

Bai Chengjue nodded.

Xue Beiwang kneaded his knuckles with moderate strength, and he could only feel the numbness spreading in his numb body, but he still cooperated with Xue Beiwang's kneading movements, frowning in pain.

Then look at Xue Beiwang lowering his head in panic, blowing cool wind on his knuckles, muttering 'pain blows away' in his mouth. '

The tone of voice sounded like he was coaxing a young child.

Bai Chengjue's happy Xue Beiwang coaxed like this, his fingers curled up slightly pretending to be under the pain, watching Xue Beiwang lighten his heartache.

In the end, he couldn't help but smirked and turned his head to the side.

Xue Beiwang looked at the bad fox in front of him, and couldn't help but stop kneading: "Are you kidding me?"

Bai Chengjue squinted at Xue Beiwang, nodded his head irresistibly, his eyebrows and eyes crooked like a crescent moon.

Xue Beiwang Youyou sighed and said, "I was really restrained by you."

After finishing speaking, Xue Beiwang picked up a white towel and wiped away the ink stains on Bai Chengjue's side cheek prints. The thick ink smudged greatly on that fair face under the continuation of the water stains.

The beauty in front of her turned into a colorful cat instead.

Xue Beiwang frowned, and increased the pressure in his hands, the ink stains became more and more open.

Bai Chengjue tapped the armrest of the wooden chair twice with his knuckles, making two muffled knocking sounds. Seeing Xue Beiwang raised his head, Bai Chengjue opened his mouth in doubt, "What's wrong?"

Guiltyly, Xue Beiwang hid the ink-stained handkerchief behind his back, and numbly shook his head: "It's okay, your face is a little dirty, I'll wipe it off for you..."

"Is it clean?"

Seeing the bright eyes of the little oiran, Xue Beiwang raised the handkerchief stained with ink in embarrassment: "No, it's also on the black hair. I'm going to boil water and clean it up with you."

"I look like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Beiwang hurriedly said: "It's also very beautiful."

Bai Chengjue smiled, moved closer to Xue Beiwang, and said word by word: "Of course I know that."

Seeing Xue Beiwang nodding dully with a blushing face, Bai Chengjue leaned back in the chair, showing an unstoppable smile silently.

Xue Bei looked at the ink-stained face, but couldn't look away.

To him, this person is absolutely stunning in the world.

At this moment in the imperial study room, Bai Yanqiu spread out the portrait on the table.

The person in the portrait is dressed in light blue, with a smile on his face.

There was a knock on the door, Bai Yanqiu pointed his back at the person brushing the portrait, his eyes uncertain.

"Come in."

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Jue Yukuo, the oiran of Baihua Pavilion, followed a stranger after him."

Bai Yanqiu whispered: "Have you been here these days?"

"Yes."

The pen and ink on the table was swept all over the floor, and the guard who came to bring the letter quickly knelt down, not daring to look directly at Shengyan.

Bai Yanqiu looked at the person in the portrait, pinched the frame tightly with two fingers, and the folds opened from both sides.

"Go back."

"Yes."

Bai Yanqiu picked up the painting on the table, and looked at the eyebrows of the person in the painting indifferently.

"Little Emperor...you haven't entered the palace for a long time." After finishing speaking, he put the scroll on the table with a sneer, staring at the smiling face on the scroll, and frowning deeply.

"Little Huangshu, do you smile like this when you are with that foreigner?"

It's a pity that a painting is a painting after all, and I will not answer his questions.

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