Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

枝节

Ximen Chuuxue was getting closer and closer, Jun Qian couldn't help shrinking back, his eyes were a little erratic and he didn't dare to look at him, but... Ximen Chuuxue had already walked in front of her in just a moment, the existence of this man The sense of pressure and oppression is so strong that even if she wants to pretend not to see it, she can't do it.

Jun Qian laughed dryly, looked up at him, "Axue..."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, just bent down and hugged her, then sat on the couch by himself, wrapping Jun Qian in his arms.

Jun Qian sat on Ximen Chuuxue's lap, raised his head slightly, looked at his well-shaped chin, blinked, and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw him stretching out those beautiful hands, holding up The ginseng soup that had been put on the table by the wooden pen before was handed to him.

Jun Qian shrank back instinctively, his back was tightly pressed against Ximen Chuuxue's chest, there was almost no gap, it was an unexpected fit.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his head slightly, and passed the hand holding the ginseng soup to Jun Qian again, and said lightly, "Drink the medicine."

"Axue..." Jun Qian turned his head away from looking at the bowl of ginseng soup, put his arms around Ximen Chuuxue's waist, and rubbed his face against his chest, full of coquettishness and flattery.

Ximen Chuuxue stretched out his other free hand, and patted his wife's head lightly, with a touch of distress and helplessness in his cold tone: "Drink the medicine, you are a doctor yourself, and you know your body well."

After a pause, the man's hand suddenly stopped, and there was a little uneasiness and stiffness in his voice, but his words and tone were unexpectedly gentle:

"obedient."

Jun Qian's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he froze.

The word "obedient" is only two short words in total, it doesn't sound like anything special, but... this word comes out of Ximen Chuuxue's mouth, it is cold and plain but clearly carries a few words Very pampered——Ximen Chuuxue has always been very kind to her. Although others may not be able to see it, she can feel that he is really gentle and considerate to her, but... this is the first time, He clearly showed such pampering to himself.

Jun Qian felt his chest warm up, as if his whole heart was about to melt, he called out his name in a low voice, obediently took the ginseng soup in Ximen Chuuxue's hand, and simply put his head up and swallowed it down .Ximen Chuuxue took the empty teacup and put it back on the desk, and rubbed her hair.

Jun Qian wiped his mouth, moved his body in his arms and changed his posture, lying lazily on the couch, pillowing his legs, reaching out to hold his right hand that held the sword all the time, and rubbing his fingers with his fingers. He held his hand in the palm of his hand and played with it over and over again with great interest, as if he saw something interesting.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't refuse, and let her hold her hand and look over and over again, the breath around her was exceptionally gentle, and said lightly: "Take good care of your body."

"I know!" When Jun Qian heard this, his originally lazy face suddenly became bitter, puffed up his cheeks, and bit his tiger's mouth angrily, "But it can't be stuffed like this, right? After drinking Chicken soup and ginseng soup, and after ginseng soup, there are other things, and it doesn't even make people breathless..."

Junqian's bite was not light, and Ximen Chuixue's tiger's mouth immediately showed two rows of neat teeth marks. Against the man's slender and beautiful hands, it looked particularly unnatural and funny.But Ximen Chuuxue didn't care, and just let her fiddle with her hand, stroked her hair with the other hand, and smoothed the hair of the already swollen little wife.

Jun Qian patted his hand away, snorted softly, turned over and lay on his lap, and simply ignored him with his back turned.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes suddenly showed a bit of helplessness, he stretched out his hand to cover her back, and patted her lightly, as if hesitant, but after a while, he finally sighed, and said lightly: "Don't Let others worry."

Jun Qian was taken aback, as if he never expected him to say this sentence, he turned over suddenly on his legs to look at him, but forgot that he was still a sick person at the moment, and tried too hard Suddenly, he didn't catch his breath, and almost knocked against the corner of the table with a sway of his body.Fortunately, Ximen Chuixue had a sharp eye and quick hands, even though he stretched out his hand to grab her back, Jun Qian suddenly bumped his head against his strong chest due to inertia, immediately let out a low cry of pain, and stretched out his hand to rub his head with tears in his eyes.

There was a faint smile in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, he pulled her hand away, covered her forehead with his own, and rubbed it carefully.Jun Qian's hands were empty but restless, he snorted angrily, and stretched out his hand to poke the man's chest with his fingers, feeling warm and solid, couldn't help but snorted again, complaining in a low voice:

"Why is the flesh on your body so hard!"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, but finally laughed.

Jun Qian rolled his eyes, and suddenly he laughed too. He covered his head with one hand, and hooked his neck with the other to force him to lower his head slightly. asked:

"Who is someone else?"

If you're worried about her, just admit it honestly, and even cover up saying "don't let others worry", it's really awkward!

Just now he asked her "Who is someone else", now it's finally her turn to ask - I don't know if this is called Feng Shui turns?

The more Jun Qian thought about it, the more he felt more at ease, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, his eyes were extremely clear, he stared straight at Ximen Chuuxue waiting for his answer, his eyes were full of cunning.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at her for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look outside the door expressionlessly, and said flatly: "Tang Yan, Madam's medicine should be ready, bring it in."

As soon as the words fell, Jun Qian, who was smiling slyly, turned bitter for a moment, opened his mouth wide-eyed, and bit his neck.

Ximen Chuuxue stroked the top of her hair, with a faint smile in his eyes.

……

The decisive battle has been completely over, and Junqian's physical condition has stabilized. If he wants to recover completely, he still needs to rest for a while. It doesn't make much sense to stay in the capital anymore. Junqian and Ximen Chuuxue discussed it. They were planning to leave for Wanmei Villa in the next few days, but... just the day before they were about to leave, a person suddenly came to Hefangzhai.

Jun Qian didn't recognize him at first, but he thought this person looked familiar, until he opened his mouth, that sharp and thin voice was too obvious a feature, and Jun Qian finally realized it all at once— — This person is the eunuch who came over on the day of the decisive battle to announce the decree for everyone to leave, leaving Lu Xiaofeng alone. It's just that he is not wearing the eunuch uniform now, so he can't react for a while.

"The emperor invites Mrs. Ximen to enter the palace." The eunuch saluted with a respectful tone.

Junqian and Ximen Chuuxue looked at each other, and seeing Ximen Chuuxue frowning slightly, he shook his head lightly at him to indicate that it was okay, then nodded to the eunuch with a smile: "Thank you, Father-in-Law."

The relationship between Ximen Chuuxue and Junqian has never been very sticky. He rarely asks Junqian when he goes out, but after all, Junqian's body can't stand the slightest bit of trouble these days. She went out together, and then sat in the carriage and parked outside the palace to wait for her.

Along the way, Jun Qian wondered whether she should kneel down and salute when she saw the emperor—after all, she was still a modern person, and she didn't care much about the emperor's identity. Apart from Tian Di, her parents and teachers, there was really nothing that would make her willing People who kneel down, but if they don't kneel, they are despising the dignity of the royal family, and it is inevitable that something will happen...

Jun Qian thought about it all the way, and followed the eunuch to the imperial study room. Before he had time to react after pushing the door open, the young emperor had already smiled and shook his hand, with a gentle face on his face: "Madam Ximen, don't be too polite."

Jun Qian was not hypocritical, so he just smiled and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

In fact, on the night of the decisive battle, she had a good impression of this calm little emperor. Whether he really doesn't care about etiquette now, or he pretends to be tolerant and gentle, it really made Jun Qian's impression of him a little better.

The emperor also smiled—regardless of his identity as an emperor, he was actually a very handsome young man, and he was quite pleasing to the eye when he laughed.He seemed to want to say something, but he paused when he spoke. Looking at the pale woman in black, he frowned slightly, with a little concern in his expression:

"Madam Ximen's complexion doesn't look very good?"

"It's okay," Jun Qian shook his head with a smile, "It's just that I was too nervous a few days ago, and I caught some cold when I was free. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

The emperor seemed to be relieved, and turned his head to tell the eunuchs beside him to watch over the tea.Jun Qian was not polite, and sat down opposite him with a calm expression, picked up the tea and took a sip, narrowing his eyes slightly in satisfaction—well, it really is the best.

The eunuchs and maids had already retreated after serving good tea, the door of the imperial study was closed, and there were only the two of them left in the room.

The emperor also took a sip from the teacup, and said with a smile: "There are a lot of medicinal materials in the palace, if Mrs. Ximen needs it, feel free to ask."

This temptation...is really a bit big!Jun Qian tried his best to suppress his heart that was already ready to move, without showing anything on his face, he shook his head very politely: "Thank you for the emperor's kindness, but I am just a little cold, as long as I rest for a few days, I don't even need to drink medicine. It can be done, there is no need to waste the good medicine in the palace."

While talking, Jun Qian felt that his heart had started to bleed—how many precious and rare medicinal materials are there in the palace?Just thinking about it makes me feel excited, but now she refuses so simply and neatly!

But... there is no way, she will not be rewarded for her merits, she still doesn't know what the emperor asked her to do, if she takes the benefits and refuses to do things, then it will be unreasonable.

The emperor seemed to know what Jun Qian was thinking. Hearing her refusal, he was neither reluctant nor displeased at all. He just smiled in a good-tempered manner, and then looked at Jun Qian fixedly, with a gentle voice:

"I've heard for a long time that Mrs. Ximen's hand has rejuvenated, I wonder if I can trouble Mrs. to diagnose my pulse?"

The author has something to say: is it sweet or not?I think the owner has collapsed into a mess QAQ

By the way... At the end of the writing, when the little emperor said that Junjun could get medicinal materials from the palace, he suddenly felt—hey, will this also abduct Junjun?

☆, unhappy