Salted fish, he thought about it

Xue Fangli was startled.

Indescribable emotions welled up in my heart.This is an unprecedented mood, violent and hot.

At this moment, the wind hadn't blown, the flag hadn't been raised, but there was something turbulent.

Jiang Juan didn't notice anything, but suddenly remembered something, and said "ah", "My lord, you don't seem to believe in ghosts and gods, so forget it."

Xue Fangli just looked at him for a long time before asking Jiang Juan, "Does it hurt?"

"What?" Jiang Juan blinked, and quickly realized that he asked himself if his hand hurt, he hesitated, "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt."

"Lying again."

Xue Fangli's tone was light and slow, and his expression was unpredictable, "It doesn't hurt, why are you crying?"

Jiang Juan was not guilty of being exposed by him on the spot, and said very confidently: "I was always afraid of pain."

After a pause, he stopped pretending, and Jiang Juan pleaded earnestly, "My lord, can you be lighter next time?"

Jiang Juan had undergone several surgeries due to heart disease. After the anesthesia wears off, his nightmare would be. Jiang Juan would often be in so much pain that he would lose consciousness and grab something randomly, and it would usually be the hands of his family members. , so he can understand Xue Fangli very well.

After he finished speaking, there was silence, only a long silence.

"Ah."

After a long time, Xue Fangli finally spoke. He said calmly, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but... this is your blessing."

"My king wants it."

Jiang Juan looked at him, raised his hand to stroke Xue Fangli's hair, and said softly: "I will give you all the blessings, and the prince will have no worries in the future."

As for a healthy future, the prince is so ill, it is probably impossible, and he can only wait for the next life to fight.

Jiang Juan sighed, his arhats had already been counted, so he said to Xue Fangli, "My lord, you can go."

"Ah."

Xue Fangli did not take Jiang Juan elsewhere, but went directly to the hut of Miaoling Temple.

Different from the luxurious big bed room in Zhuangzi, the squatter room in the temple is much simpler. Jiang Juan sat on the bed, and suddenly heard Xue Fangli order the senior officials: "Let the abbot come over."

Jiang Juan: "..."

He froze, but he didn't forget that the abbot is proficient in acupuncture and moxibustion, so he might be in bad luck if he asked the abbot to come over.

After much deliberation, Jiang Juan said slowly, "My lord, my heart attack is not very serious, so don't bother the abbot?"

"You often say that your heart hurts," Xue Fangli said calmly, "Recently, you have injured your foot again, and you haven't taken the medicinal bath again. Let him recuperate it for you."

Jiang Juan shook his head desperately, "I can take a medicinal bath in a few days. I really don't need the abbot to help me recuperate."

His resistance was too obvious, Xue Fangli looked at him a few times, and thoughtfully said: "I have a headache recently, let the abbot come, and I can also take a look at it."

Jiang Juan: "...Okay."

His illness was feigned, but the prince was actually a sick child. No matter how unwilling Jiang Juan was to let the abbot come, he could only reluctantly agree.

Seeing this, Xue Fangli smiled slightly, "Acupuncture is not painful."

"But the needle is so long..."

Jiang Juan was very desperate. As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something and asked Xue Fangli: "My lord, do you want me to massage you again?"

Jiang Juan also gave Xue Fangli a massage before, and he felt that the effect seemed to be okay, and he should be able to work temporarily again.

Xue Fangli saw that he was very interested, so he didn't refuse, he nodded and said: "Yeah."

Jiang Juan looked left and right, but it seemed inconvenient, so he patted the seat next to him, "My lord, sit here."

Xue Fangli sat down as promised, and Jiang Juan came over.

He didn't do it right away. After all, he was just an amateur massage master, and he didn't practice much. Jiang Juan lowered his eyebrows and thought about the location of each acupuncture point.

Xue Fangli looked at him.

The eyelashes are quite long.

When it blinked, it seemed that it would be softly touched the next moment, and it felt a little itchy for no reason.

While he exhaled and breathed, the sweet breath lingered everywhere, as fresh as the grass after the rain in early spring, and the atmosphere was as quiet as it seemed.

Suddenly, Jiang Juan raised his head, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, Xue Fangli took a few glances, and stretched out his hand towards him.

This hand is pale and long and thin, but it is undoubtedly graceful.His fingertips brushed past Jiang Juan's eyes, and seemed to rub against something inadvertently.

Jiang Juan was taken aback, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Xue Fangli said calmly: "Here, it is covered with incense ash."

Before his finger left, Jiang Juan felt itchy, and couldn't help but back away, but let the hand move, just asking a little strangely: "Is it still okay?"

After a while, Xue Fangli withdrew his hand, "Okay."

Jiang Juan nodded, "Well, thank you."

Xue Fangli didn't say anything, but looked thoughtfully at the retracted hand.

There is still some soft touch at the fingertips.

The boy's eyelashes were softer than he had imagined, and when he brushed them with his fingertips, they were more itchy than he had imagined.

He twirled it a few times to brush off the non-existent incense ash.

Jiang Juan roughly remembered the acupuncture points and started his massage.

Due to the height difference, even if Xue Fangli sat down, he was still a head taller than Jiang Juan. He had to raise his hand to press it, so it didn't take long for Jiang Juan to die.

"Raise your hands so tired."

Jiang Juan is like a nickname, afraid of suffering and tired No.1, he thinks this is not good, thinks for a few seconds, and then said to Xue Fangli: "My lord, can you rest on my lap?"

Xue Fangli didn't answer right away, Jiang Juan had already sat down on his own, and he was afraid that Xue Fangli would not let him press it, so he assured him: "It won't be too long, it will be over in a while, really."

It was not easy for someone to let him do it, Jiang Juan didn't want to let Xue Fang go, and his tone was unconsciously a little soft.

What are you being coquettish about?

Xue Fangli thought casually, finally let out an "um" and leaned on his lap as a pillow.

Jiang Juan lowered his head, and it was indeed much easier than before. He was not very skilled in finding acupuncture points, and his hands were very light.

But in fact, massage requires a little effort. Not only does it have no effect, it's like a cat is dawdling non-stop.

In the first few days when he came to Miaoling Temple, Xue Fangli rested alone in another courtyard, and naturally, he stayed up all night.

At this moment, lying on Jiang Juan's body, the faint scent of herbs was everywhere, Xue Fangli regained his calm, and he slowly closed his eyes.

As soon as Xue Fangli fell asleep, Jiang Juan noticed it. He thought it was due to his massage, which was so comfortable that the prince fell asleep.

Jiang Juan was very satisfied with his practice results, but he still insisted on finishing the massage, pressing every acupuncture point to the end.

Just as he withdrew his hand, the executive knocked on the door.

"My lord..."

"Shh."

Jiang Juan shook his head and gestured to him, but it was too late, and Xue Fangli was still woken up.

His temple throbbed with pain, and he raised his head expressionlessly. The ferocity in his eyes shocked the senior executive, "Slave, slave..."

Xue Fangli was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, "What is it?"

The senior official said awkwardly: "The abbot can't get out of his body now, and he will come over later. And——Yong Meiren's funeral, will you go, my lord?"

"Don't go."

Xue Fangli uttered two words indifferently, the executive nodded hurriedly, and was about to leave, but heard Jiang Juan asking again: "My lord, aren't you going to the funeral of your mother and concubine?"

"Then... can I go?"

Jiang Juan would ask this question. Apart from sympathizing with Yu Meiren, he also wanted to take the opportunity to run away and hide until the abbot gave the prince a headache before returning.

Jiang Juan said sincerely: "I haven't finished copying the scriptures for her, I want to go to the Fa conference to have a look."

Xue Fangli said flatly: "You don't go either. Come and sleep."

Jiang Juan said strangely: "But I'm not sleepy, I don't want to sleep."

Xue Fangli glanced at him, "Sleep with me."

Jiang Juan: "?"

Why did he suddenly have an extra sleeping service with i?

Jiang Juan hesitated to speak, but Xue Fangli glanced at the senior executive irritably, "Get out of here."

The senior executive saluted and fled immediately, but Jiang Juan still wanted to struggle a bit more, he said, "My lord, I'm really not sleepy."

Xue Fangli looked at him, and suddenly said: "You know, she was there on the fourteenth day when the imperial grandmother asked me to kneel."

Jiang Juan was taken aback, Xue Fangli lowered his eyelids, and said expressionlessly, "My lord saw her rot."

Jiang Juan let out an "ah" and was taken aback. Xue Fangli looked tired and said, "Every time she celebrates her memorial day, this king will always dream of the fourteenth day and see her rot repeatedly."

It was so terrifying, Jiang Juan didn't know what to say, he looked at Xue Fangli, wanted to comfort him but couldn't, so he had to climb into bed and show everything with actions.

"Okay then, I'll sleep with you for a while."

Jiang Juan was full of sympathy, "Don't think about it, I'm right next to you, you can call me if you have nightmares again."

Xue Fangli said "hmm" expressionlessly. He looked at Jiang Juan's relaxed brows, but slightly raised his red lips, and smiled casually.

How could it be so easy to soften your heart?

How did it fall into his hands?

He has nothing but enough sufferings, so much that he can crush one by one, break them apart and talk to the young man, so that the young man will break his heart for him day after day, and then soften his heart for him.

Jiang Juan passively started the sleeping with i service.

In fact, he got up a little early in the morning, and ran around twice in a row, and found that he was still a little tired when he got into bed. Jiang Juan planned to take a nap, but he didn't feel well at all.

He tried his best to overcome it, endured it again and again, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he sat up from the bed.

Xue Fangli asked him: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Juan didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and pulled the cotton cloth on the bed. Sure enough, one corner was folded together, so he said, "My back hurts so much."

Jiang Juan straightened it up and lay down again. After being stable for a while, he died again. Jiang Juan tossed and turned, and the whole salted fish was in pain.

"My lord, I can't sleep."

Jiang Juan said sadly, "The bed is so hard."

Xue Fang looked away from him, Jiang Juan pursed his lips, and put one hand behind his back. He was a little annoyed that the bed was uncomfortable, and he became unhappy, but his eyebrows and eyes became more lively.

"Squeamish."

After a long time, Xue Fang left his mouth.He put his arms around Jiang Juan's waist, and then pulled him into his arms with a little force. Jiang Juan was almost lying on top of him.

Jiang Juan opened his eyes wide, "My lord..."

Xue Fangli said calmly: "Sleep."

The bed is hard, and the person is actually not that soft, but it is still a lot more comfortable, but Jiang Juan is too embarrassed, he said: "Otherwise, I won't sleep..."

Destiny's neck was held down again, Jiang Juan's face was buried in Xue Fangli's arms, Xue Fangli still said calmly: "Sleeping."

Jiang Juan moved a few times, unable to raise his head, so he had to give in.

He said he was not sleepy, but he was the first to fall asleep. Xue Fangli rubbed the back of his neck for a while, and slowly closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a thin gasp.

Someone wrapped his neck and bit his shoulder, crying like a cat, Xue Fangli opened his eyes.

The boy's face was full of moisture, his eyelashes were wet with tears, and there was a thrilling beauty on his face.

He was completely naked, and on his snow-white skin, there was a red mole on his neck that almost seemed to flow.