National teacher, he is a sick beauty

When they returned to the capital, Chu Lang's injury had already healed a lot. Shen Ci and Chu Lang got out of the carriage, and Gu Qing knelt down in front of Chu Lang: "Your Majesty, I beg your Majesty to commit crimes for dereliction of duty."

Chu Lang didn't let him get up, but asked, "But Gu Aiqing let Lin Yu go on purpose?"

Gu Qing hastily denied it: "Your Majesty, the world can learn from my loyalty to you, and Gu Qing has absolutely no disobedience to Da Chu."

"Really?" Chu Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the air pressure around him dropped, "Then you tell me, how did Lin Yu escape because of the heavy guards?"

Gu Qing was speechless and could only confess his guilt: "It's my negligence of duty, I can't absolve myself of the responsibility if I die."

Chu Lang snorted coldly.

Shen Ci thought for a while and said to Chu Lang: "Your Majesty, I believe in General Gu's loyalty, but General Gu has indeed neglected his duties and failed to take good care of Lin Yu. Please give him a chance to pay for his meritorious deeds."

Chu Lang never looked at Shen Ci, but his eyes still fell on Gu Qing: "How to make meritorious deeds?"

Shen Ci said: "Then let Lin Yu take care of success and failure."

Chu Lang brought Shen Ci into the palace again for no other reason, Shen Ci's illness still needs Chu Lang's treatment.

Chu Lang assured Shen Ci: "Sir, you can leave the palace anytime you want, and I will never force you this time."

Only then did Shen Ci agree.

After half a year, Chu Lang sat in front of the desk in the imperial study, looked at the mountain of memorials, sighed helplessly, and glanced at Shen Ci from time to time while reviewing the memorials, always afraid that someone would run away or disappear suddenly.

Shen Ci sat on the side, looking at the bookshelf next to him that seemed to have a few more books that he had never seen before, Shen Ci reached out and took those few books down.

Chu Lang noticed his movement, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

His husband has no resistance to books and will definitely read them.

Shen Ci sat down and opened the first book, which read "Yi Wen Lu". Shen Ci flipped through it for a while, and realized that it was a folk work on cultivating immortals, but it was written very wonderfully. After reading it, Shen Ci continued read on.

What this article is about is that the protagonist worships an immortal from a great sect as his teacher, and then grows up under the guidance of the master, gradually improves his cultivation, punishes the evil, promotes the good and upholds the righteous way, and finally becomes a master of the generation.

Shen Ci originally thought that this ending was very good, but found that he had only watched half of it. He glanced at the sky, and it seemed that it didn't take long before continuing to watch.

The first thing the protagonist does after becoming a master is not to completely eradicate the evil way, nor is it to establish a sect. Instead, he asks his master for marriage and wants to become a Taoist partner with his master, but his master does not agree, and the protagonist loses his temper After falling into the devil, he directly kidnapped his master and returned to the devil world, and married him.

But the protagonist didn't do anything excessive, just refused to let Shizun go, and stayed with Shizun stubbornly, even if he just looked at him.

Over time, the master found that although his apprentice fell into the devil's way, he still kept his heart and did not do anything that would endanger the cultivation world. Yes, chance.

The chance to soar.

Although the master changed his attitude towards his apprentice and did not refuse as coldly as before, he still chose to ascend. It was not until he ascended to the Nine Heavens that he learned that his opportunity to ascend was obtained by his apprentice.

The master was very moved, and went to the lower realms to find his apprentice. In the film, the cultivation world encircled and suppressed the demon world. After the war, a nine-day god fell into the mortal world and stood in front of the demon. The disciple who fell into the demon way kissed his master.

Shen Ci blinked, put down the book, and picked up another one. It's almost the same master and apprentice falling in love, and eventually the lovers get married.

Shen Ci finished reading the three books at hand, and before he knew it, the sky had darkened. He was gently wrapped in his arms, and his whole body was filled with Chu Lang's breath.

Chu Lang just hugged him vaguely, without exerting any force, and did not make Shen Ci feel the slightest discomfort. He tentatively asked, "Are you tired, sir? Shall we eat first?"

Shen Ci looked at the table next to him. At some point, Zhao Yin had sent someone to bring the dinner, but he was so engrossed in the book that he didn't notice it at all.

Shen Ci put down the book in his hand, and slightly nodded to Chu Lang: "Your Majesty is also hungry, right? I'm being rude."

Seeing that Shen Ci was about to get up, Chu Lang straightened up very naturally, and Shen Ci's movements were not restricted in the slightest.

Shen Ci's eyes paused, and he followed Chu Lang towards the table. The delicacies on the table were neither heavy nor particularly light, which was very suitable for Shen Ci's taste.

Chu Lang slowly peeled a plate of shrimp for Shen Ci, and when he pushed it in front of Shen Ci, Shen Ci was slightly surprised. He glanced at Chu Lang and said, "Your Majesty, I'll do it myself."

Chu Lang felt Shen Ci's alienation. In front of him, Shen Ci never let go of the courtesy of a monarch and minister, only during the few days when Qi Chuan was treating his illness...

Chu Lang pretended not to care and said: "Sir is not a national teacher now, but he is just my husband. It is only natural for me to do some trivial things for him, so don't worry about it."

Shen Ci was speechless for a moment.

After a meal, before Shen Ci wanted to eat anything, Chu Lang had already put the food in front of him, eating it was extremely comfortable but a little unnatural.

Returning to the palace again, the little emperor changed his previous aggressive attitude, which caught him by surprise.

After Zhao Yin removed the dinner, Chu Lang asked Shen Ci: "Sir, when you were praying for Sichuan, you said you would give acupuncture, and it has been delayed until now. Do you feel unwell?"

Shen Ci shook his head: "It hasn't happened yet, is it necessary to give acupuncture?"

Chu Lang nodded: "It's not good to delay it for a long time, I'm afraid that blood will accumulate in my heart again."

Shen Ci had no objection to this: "Then give the needle."

"Okay, but I have to probe Mr.'s wound again." Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci and his expression, fearing that Mr. Chen would show a little bit of impatience.

As he expected, Shen Ci frowned slightly: "Why?"

Chu Lang quickly explained: "I forgot exactly where my husband was injured. If I didn't remember the exact location, I'm afraid I might hurt my husband."

Shen Ci slowly frowned: "I understand, thank you Your Majesty for your trouble."

Chu Lang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled lightly, and said to Shen Ci: "I offended you, sir."

Before Shen Ci could react, he was picked up in the air the next second, and he felt Chu Lang's strong arms: "Your Majesty?"

Chu Lang knew that Shen Ci would definitely not take the initiative to go to his dragon bed, so he hugged him directly: "Mr. refuses to go to bed out of the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers. It is not too much for me to carry you."

Shen Ci: "..."

Shen Ci lay on the bed, always feeling unreal, he actually came back again, lying on the dragon bed again.

Chu Lang's warm fingertips stroked his heart inch by inch, but it was not the same as before, without the ambiguous atmosphere, just looking for the place where he was injured, but Shen Ci did not dare to look at Chu Lang .

Shen Ci suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart, and frowned slightly.

Chu Lang immediately withdrew his strength, and only touched Shen Ci's heart with his fingertips. He took the silver needle placed on the side and gave Shen Ci another needle.

When the last silver needle on Shen Ci's body was pulled out by Chu Lang, Shen Ci only felt a sweetness in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of stagnant blood again.

Shen Ci didn't expect that even though his heart didn't hurt much, there was still so much blood.

Chu Lang sat beside Shen Ci, gently followed Shen Ci's breath, and handed the handkerchief to Shen Ci.

Shen Ci took the veil and just wiped it, but he didn't expect another fishy sweetness to rise in his throat. He turned his head and spat out, this time it was blood.

Chu Lang wiped the blood off his lips with a handkerchief: "It's fine as long as it's fresh blood."

After vomiting blood, Shen Ci once again clearly felt a dull pain in his heart.