National teacher, he is a sick beauty

Shen Ci seemed to have been poured into his heart by a basin of cold water, and he didn't even feel a little looser in holding Chu Lang's hand.

Ever since he was a child, he had been confronted with such harsh words too much, and he hadn't cared about them for a long time, and could even laugh them off, but now when he said them from the mouth of the little emperor, he felt very bitter.

Even his students looked at him like this...

Shen Ci closed his eyes, too, the whole world can't tolerate him, he was still here in his last life, it's ridiculous.

Shen Ci opened his eyes again, and his eyes were more indifferent than before. He raised his leg to kick the person on him, and he didn't care about the dignity of a monarch at this moment.

Before he kicked, the suffocation around his neck had faded away, and Shen Ci coughed violently. He didn't care if he would wake up Chu Lang, and he was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt.

But Chu Lang seemed to have let go of all his strength, and fell on Shen Ci, whispering: "Sir, don't go, I was wrong, I know I was wrong sir..."

Shen Ci froze in place.

The little emperor hasn't called himself "I" for a long time. When he was young, he was always "you" and "I" in front of him, no big or small. After he was punished, Chu Lang changed his mouth. Now this situation, it is true first time.

Shen Ci's conditioned reflex would usually open his mouth to scold him, but when he turned around, he found that the man had his eyes closed tightly, still in a dream, and the nightmare was not over yet.

He dreamed of betrayal again, and dreamed that he was going to leave again. What did such a chaotic dream represent?

but…

Shen Ci looked at the tense expression of the emperor, because the nightmare frowned, reminding him of the appearance of the little emperor who was often reprimanded by Emperor Qingde because of homework when he was young, aggrieved and helpless.

Shen Ci raised his hand, went around Chu Lang's back, and patted lightly: "Your Majesty, wake up."

The ambergris had been burned out at some point, and no one continued to add it. Shen Ci felt that the air in the imperial study room had become much fresher.

Under Shen Ci's comfort, Chu Lang gradually relaxed his brows. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Shen Ci's pale but touching face, and the extremely eye-catching red mark on his neck.

Chu Lang's pupils shrank slightly, he actually fell asleep looking at Shen Ci last night!

He actually slept so deeply beside Shen Ci, he was really fascinated by the beauty, and he didn't even know that he would be killed by Shen Ci one day!

While Chu Lang was annoyed, he propped himself up with one hand, stopped pressing Shen Ci, and slowly stroked Shen Ci's snow-white neck with the other hand.That shocking pinch mark.

He blamed himself very much: "It's my fault. I kept Mr. overnight, but caused him to be injured. Please punish him."

Shen Ci felt the slightly rough palm caressing his neck, itching, and couldn't help trembling, the breath around Chu Lang locked him in, as long as the little emperor killed his heart together, he would not be able to escape.

Shen Ci endured the discomfort in his heart and asked, "Is Your Majesty a nightmare?"

Chu Lang nodded slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Shen Ci tentatively asked: "What did Your Majesty dream about?"

Chu Lang closed his eyes slowly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I dreamed of a rabbit."

"rabbit?"

"Well, he grew up among a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing, and was finally betrayed by his best friend, and he realized that his best friend was actually a wolf, and he was only friends with him to eat him .”

Shen Ci: "..."

"Your Majesty, the medicine is ready, should you bring it in now?" Eunuch Zhao's voice came from outside.

Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci without raising his head: "Bring it in."

Shen Ci lightly touched his upper and lower eyelids, and saw that Eunuch Zhao brought over a bowl of dark and rich soup. The ink-like color exuded an extremely bitter smell, which made Shen Ci's face pale again.

Chu Lang had a panoramic view of Shen Ci's micro expressions, and he knew that Shen Ci had deliberately slept so fast to avoid taking medicine. His husband, like before, hated taking medicine the most.

Chu Lang sat up, took the medicine from Zhao Yin's hand, and brought it to Shen Ci: "Sir, it's time to drink the medicine."

Shen Ci frowned almost inaudibly, he pushed away the medicine that Chu Lang handed over: "I'm much better, but it's just a little cold, rest for two days and you'll be fine."

Chu Lang disapproved and said: "No matter how mild the wind and cold is, it is still a disease, and you need to drink medicine. My husband also advised me in the same way when I was young. Why can't you set an example for me?"

Shen Ci coughed lightly, pretending to be calm: "This is different, Your Majesty, the sky is almost dawn, and it's time to go to court."

As Shen Ci said, he was about to get out of bed and run away from the bowl of rich soup. Chu Lang knew that he was going to run away, so he grabbed the man's hand, and Shen Ci was forced to fall back on the bed. Immediately after he was patted , the strength was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to make him feel ashamed, and Shen Ci's pale face was instantly smudged with crimson.

Shen Ci struggled with Chu Lang's hand, becoming angry from embarrassment: "It's not big or small, you are presumptuous!"

"Huh?" Chu Lang raised his eyebrows, but there was a little smile in his eyes: "Sir, don't you remember the rituals of a monarch and minister?"

Shen Ci bit his lips, and said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I am your teacher after all, how can you humiliate me like this?"

Chu Lang still refused to give in, but he let go of Shen Ci's hand: "I didn't intend to humiliate you, sir. You are my mentor, and it's too late for me to respect you. It's just that you refused my will several times a day. Wouldn't it be a loss of dignity to punish you?"

Shen Ci was left speechless by Chu Lang's rebuttal, so he could only back away to keep a distance from Chu Lang: "Your Majesty, you should prepare to go to court."

Chu Lang took the medicine on the table, and handed it to Shen Ci again: "Sir, if you don't drink the medicine, I feel restless, and I have no intention of taking it."

Shen Ci: "..."

Shen Ci closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, he quickly picked up the soup in Chu Lang's hand and drank it down. The bitter taste spread in his mouth. Shen Ci just frowned and looked at Chu Lang. Lang.

Only then did Chu Lang change his clothes and tie his hair contentedly.

Shen Ci took good care of the little emperor and went to straighten his clothes and hats. Chu Lang looked at him leisurely: "Mr. is sick and must be very weak. I will take leave for you and you will rest here. There is no need to go to court. "

Shen Ci's hand that tied his hair stopped abruptly. He turned around and looked at Chu Lang in disbelief. The Son of Heaven was standing at the door. On the other side, it is still in the abyss.

Shen Ci's voice was hoarse: "Your Majesty really wants to imprison the minister in the palace?"

Chu Lang raised the corners of her lips: "Sir, you are serious. I just sympathize with you. You are so tired that your body has become weak. You should take a good rest. Chun Wei has to trouble you."

After Chu Lang finished speaking, he stepped out of the door of the imperial study room without looking back, and the door slowly closed as he left, blocking out all the light.

Standing in the darkness, Shen Ci looked at Chu Lang's back that was drifting away, with a lot of thoughts for a while.

Shen Ci didn't sleep for a long time that night, and after tossing around like this for a while in the morning, he was indeed drowsy again, but with his personality, it was absolutely impossible for him to climb onto the dragon bed alone again.

Shen Ci curled up on the beauty couch beside her and fell asleep.

It was almost noon when the door of the room was pushed open. Shen Ci woke up when he heard the movement. He thought it was Chu Lang who had returned, so he got up and went to talk to the little emperor. of.

Unexpectedly, it was Zhao Yin who came in, and he smiled apologetically: "Master Guoshi, Your Majesty is still discussing with the Ministry of Rites about the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, so let the subordinates serve the meal of Master Guoshi first."

Shen Ci shook his head: "No need, wait until His Majesty comes down."

There is a little eunuch behind Zhao Yin, he waved his hand, and the little eunuch came in with a plate, Zhao Yin continued: "Your Majesty expected that the Master of the State Teacher would say this, His Majesty said that, even if the Master of the State Teacher You don’t need food, you have to drink the medicine.”

Shen Ci's eyes fell on the bowl of medicine that looked like a tiger and wild beast, and he said calmly: "Let's put it, Shen will drink it later."

Zhao Yin smiled: "Your Majesty said, he can feel at ease only if Master Shen drinks it at home."

Shen Ci clenched his hands slightly and remained silent.

Seeing the stalemate, Zhao Yin said again: "Your Majesty also said that if Mr. Shen refuses to drink, just say that he will feed you personally when he comes back."

Shen Ci's eyes froze, he raised the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp, the taste was still bitter, spreading from his mouth to his heart.

"Eunuch Zhao can go back to his life." Shen Ci turned and walked inside.

Then Zhao Yin withdrew.

After Shen Ci stepped into the screen, he supported the desk with one hand, and trembled all over his body.

Imprisoning him here, forcing him to drink medicine, and humiliating him in every possible way is the good student he taught!

It would be better, as in the previous life, to be happy with one arrow.

Chu Lang sat on the top of the main hall, the curtains and crowns were motionless, he just quietly looked at the civil and military officials below, and his eyes fell on Yu Zeqin, Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"The national teacher has already calculated that the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is suitable for sacrifices, so I plan to set the ceremony for the heavenly sacrifice on this day, and hand over the matter to the Ministry of Rites as soon as it is resolved."

Yu Zeqin, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, hurriedly said: "Returning to Your Majesty, I am terrified. This grand ceremony of worshiping heaven should be handled by the national teacher alone. It has been like this since His Majesty Emperor Qingde."

Chu Lang didn't care and said: "The national teacher has been working too hard recently, and he is not in good health. He told me that he asked the Ministry of Rites to handle it. I have already approved it. Yu Aiqing has any objections?"

Yu Zeqin said respectfully: "Since the Master of the State Teacher has spoken, I should pay attention to it."

Chu Lang focused her eyes, and her voice subconsciously sank a little: "Oh? I heard from the national teacher that the Ministry of Rites is short of manpower recently, and I'm planning to find some capable ones for you in Chunwei. I think Yu Aiqing will be very busy. Let’s leave the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven to Liu Ping, the Minister of Rites.”

When Yu Zeqin heard something was wrong, he hurried forward: "Your Majesty, this..."

"Huh?" Chu Lang was full of smiles, but his gaze was like a blade, forcing Yu Zeqin to dare not speak anymore.

"Let's retreat."

On the way back to the imperial study, Chu Lang heard Zhao Yin report back, saying that Shen Ci had already drunk the medicine.

He recalled the appearance of his little gentleman who pretended to be calm yesterday, the corners of his lips were raised a little bit, but his eyes seemed to be filled with treacherous dark waves.