National teacher, he is a sick beauty

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon hangs so high that the stars in the night are eclipsed, and the streets outside the palace are bustling with people. Whenever this kind of festival comes, the curfew in Kyoto will be lifted, and the streets and alleys will still be brightly lit.

Compared with the outside, the inside of the National Teacher's Mansion seemed a bit deserted. Mo Qi and Tang Li were fond of playing, and on such days they just slipped out to watch theaters and play all over the streets.

Mo Qi invited Shen Ci, but Shen Ci had just recovered a bit, and it was really inappropriate to run around, so he had to decline.

He sat in the yard, listened to the noise outside, picked up a pen to write on the paper, the candle light danced lightly, and with the moonlight, he could clearly see the scenery outside.

After Chu Lang processed the memorial, he rushed to the National Teacher's Mansion, only to see Shen Cigu sitting alone in the yard, facing the full moon with his back.

Chu Lang couldn't help feeling a little distressed, took off the cloak on his body, and covered Shen Ci with this cloak, took advantage of the opportunity to hold Shen Ci in his arms, and asked him casually: "What are you doing, sir?"

Shen Ci was surrounded by a burst of warmth, which dispelled the coldness around him, and also dispelled the loneliness: "It's nothing, just write inscriptions when you have nothing to do."

Chu Lang held Shen Ci's hand and wrote with him. The coolness in Shen Ci's hand was also taken away by Chu Lang, and there was no trace of cold on his body.

Shen Ci couldn't see Chu Lang, turned his back to him and asked, "Has Your Majesty finished processing the memorial?"

"Well, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, how can I not spend the holiday with my husband?"

Chu Lang took Shen Ci's last stroke and put down the pen, Chu Lang picked him up and walked towards the corridor.

Shen Ci was wrapped in a cloak and held in Chu Lang's arms, like a jade jade wrapped in layers and carefully cared for, afraid of breaking.

After a while he was put down, Shen Ci was gently put down leaning on the pillar, and Chu Lang sat down beside him.

Shen Ci raised his eyes, and met Chu Lang's smiling eyes, as if the sky filled with stars were reflected in his deep eyes, dazzling, but in such vast eyes, only one Shen Ci could be accommodated.

Shen Ci only felt that his heart was beating a little faster suddenly, which was a feeling he had never felt before, and Shen Ci quickly looked away.

Chu Lang teased him with a smile: "What's wrong, sir?"

Shen Ci refused to look at him: "It's nothing..."

"Then why don't you dare to look at me?"

Shen Ci felt that Chu Lang was getting closer and closer, his breathing could be heard clearly, Shen Ci slightly pushed him away: "You are too close to me."

Chu Lang listened to his words, straightened up, and persuaded: "Sir, you don't like to be alone, but you don't dare to get close to others. How can this be good?"

Shen Ci pursed his lips and did not speak.

Chu Lang answered his own words: "Sir, you should get used to me more, so you won't be lonely in the future."

Shen Ci responded lightly.

Chu Lang twitched the corners of his lips, raised his eyes to look at the full moon in the sky, and said to Shen Ci: "Sir, who are you missing during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Shen Ci didn't look at Yuanyue, he was silent for a long time, and then slowly set his eyes on Chu Lang's face, he said from the bottom of his heart: "There is no one in this world that I miss..."

The corners of Chu Lang's mouth dropped slightly.

I only heard Shen Ci say again: "Because...the most important person in my life is by my side."

When Chu Lang heard the words, his eyes lit up, as if lighting up thousands of stars, even the full moon couldn't compete with them.

Chu Lang turned his head to look at Shen Ci, with disbelief in his eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Sir just... what did you say?"

Shen Ci blinked his eyes lightly, pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

Chu Lang leaned closer to him: "I heard, sir, you are also the most important person in my life."

His breathing was messy and heavy, he leaned forward, and a kiss landed on Shen Ci's lips, not as superficial as before. He tried carefully, and after feeling that Shen Ci did not resist, he conquered the city.

"Sir, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."