Holding a Sword and Watching Flowers

jealousy

This kiss came really suddenly, Jun Qian was a little dazed by his kiss, he breathed and swallowed according to his rhythm in a daze, and he didn't know when the posture of the two of them changed - originally they were sitting together on the head of the bed Both of them fell on the bed, and the petite woman was firmly pressed down by the tall and straight man.

I have to say that the bed is really a very dangerous place, even though she is as cold and self-restraining as Ximen Chuuxue, her breathing finally becomes heavy. Speaking of which, Junqian and Ximen Chuuxue were newlyweds, and now they are It should be the sweetest and stickiest time, but who knows that Ye Gucheng's appointment happened, Junqian's health has been bad since the decisive battle, and he finally recovered a little, but was asked by the little emperor to detoxify him ... After doing the math, the two of them haven't been this close for a full month.

Ximen Chuuxue's hands had already untied Jun Qian's belt, and the touch of his hands was warm and soft, making his eyes deeper and deeper.Jun Qian trembled with his movements, and felt that he was almost suffocating by his kiss, and coughed uncontrollably.

Ximen Chuuxue paused suddenly, let go of her lips, propped up her body and lowered her head, and saw that the face of the person under her was already flushed, but her face was still pale with a sickness, and her eyes were full of suffocation and pain just now. Coughing and choking out a little water, making the whole person look extraordinarily slender and weak.Ximen Chuuxue stared at her for a while, feeling that his breathing had finally calmed down a little bit, finally heaved a low sigh, propped himself up and wanted to get up, but suddenly there was another pause——

"Axue—" Jun Qian rubbed against his chest, calling him in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.

Ximen Chuuxue freed a hand to touch her head, with obvious forbearance in his voice: "You are tired, go earlier..."

Before the words were finished, they stopped abruptly——Ximen Chuuxue felt a softness on his waist, looked down, and saw that Jun Qian's arms had already wrapped around his waist, and his small and slender hands touched directly from under the hem of his clothes. Come in, stroke his chest all the way along his waistline.

"Junqian." Ximen Chuuxue's voice seemed to be even hoarse, and his eyes were so deep that he could almost drip ink.

"Axue..." Jun Qian raised his head and kissed him, his face was blushing, and there was a glint of water in his eyes, "Just be gentle, it's fine."

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at her for a while, and finally lowered his body again and covered her.

Concerned about Jun Qian's body, Ximen Chuuxue was extraordinarily gentle and restrained this night, but even so, Jun Qian was still sweating all over when everything was over, and he was so tired that he was a little dazed.

Ximen Chuuxue saw that her face was still pale even though the blush was covered with clouds and rain, she frowned slightly, and asked someone to bring hot water in to take a bath and clean it up for her.

It is said that it does not matter as long as it is light, but this incident still took all of Junqian's strength at once, until he felt the hot water submerge his body, and then he felt exhausted all over his body. It's lightened up a little bit.Forced to open his eyes, he saw Ximen Chuuxue hugging himself and carefully cleaning his body. He couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth—the body was already exhausted, but his heart was full of satisfaction, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She just leaned in his arms and looked at him quietly with her eyes open.

Ximen Chuuxue patted her head, hugged her up, dried her body, took a piece of his own coat from the cabinet, put it on her, and carried her back to the bed.

Jun Qian blinked his eyes, suddenly remembered the topic that he hadn't finished talking before, leaned in his arms and narrowed his eyes lazily, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Axue, you haven't said anything yet. Well, why are you in a bad mood?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at her, the originally gentle aura seemed to have become a little colder again, and she quickly looked away, without answering, but said calmly and expressionlessly: "Uncle Chen sent a letter earlier. Come, I found a few solitary copies of the Song Dynasty."

"Huh?" Jun Qian's eyes lit up instantly, "Really?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, but just nodded.

Jun Qian immediately squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly.

Ximen Chuuxue stretched out his hand and patted her on the head, his face was still slumped, and his tone was calm: "Don't meddle in the affairs of the palace, and return to the manor after detoxifying the little emperor."

"Hmm..." Jun Qian responded obediently, and covered his mouth with his hands and yawned.Ximen Chuuxue rubbed her hair, reached out to turn off the light, but was suddenly held by a pair of white and small hands.

Ximen Chuuxue's movements paused, and when he lowered his head slightly, he saw that Jun Qian, who was still lazy before, had clear eyes and was full of energy, and he intuitively turned his eyes away from her: "It's time to sleep."

"Wait a minute!" Jun Qian grabbed his wrist and refused to let go, "I'll just ask a question, and you'll go to bed after answering!"

Ximen Chuuxue instinctively had a bad premonition, but she didn't make a sound in the end—her acquiescence to her words.

Jun Qian laughed, stretched out his hand and hooked his neck, raised his face and leaned towards him, his warm breath sprayed on the side of his ear, in an indescribably ambiguous voice with a gentle voice:

"The little emperor is actually pretty good! He has a good temper and is generous..."

As soon as the words fell, I felt that the temperature in the whole room was so low that it could freeze icicles in an instant.But Jun Qian was not nervous. Instead, he laughed more happily, wrapped his arms tighter, and his voice was full of cunning:

"Axue, are you...jealous?"

If she really didn't think about it at the beginning, she really couldn't guess the reason why Ximen Chuuxue was in a bad mood. After all—putting the word "jealousy" with Sword God is too discordant. Don't think so.But just now, Ximen Chuuxue mentioned the lonely copy and said that she should go back earlier and not care about the bad things in the palace. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and came up with this idea - if it was because of jealousy, then everything about him was abnormal. There can be a suitable explanation for everything!

It's just that although it's reasonable, it's unbelievable to put jealousy on Ximen Chuuxue. She was still a little unsure, so she did a special experiment - praising the little emperor, and the result... the answer is obvious.

Jun Qian raised his head, stared at Ximen Chuuxue with a smile, and waited for his answer.

Ximen Chuuxue's hand paused, and suddenly he flicked his fingers to send out a gust of wind, the lights went out in response, and the room was plunged into darkness immediately. The man's cold voice sounded particularly clear at night:

"sleep."

"Axue..." Jun Qian pulled his skirt amusedly and acted like a spoiled child. He clasped his wrist with one hand, and as soon as he exerted force, his whole body was held in his arms and fixed:

"sleep."

Jun Qian suddenly laughed, raised his head and leaned over to kiss him on the face:

"Husband... I like you the most!"

Ximen Chuuxue reached out and patted her on the head, and gave a low "hmm"—the temperature in the room finally returned to the usual warmth.

Jun Qian smiled, leaned on Ximen Chuuxue's arm and closed his eyes, looking satisfied.

……

Five days later, the imperial study in the palace.

Jun Qian retracted the needle, carefully tidied up the gold needles, and gave the little emperor his pulse, telling him that his pulse had completely returned to normal, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at the little emperor :

"Your Majesty, the remaining poison is gone, and I won't have to come back tomorrow."

The emperor nodded, fastened his belt, and looked at her in surprise, "Madam is leaving Beijing?"

Jun Qian smiled, nodded and said, "It's been a long time away from home, and it's time for Ximen Chuuxue and I to go back to Wanmei Villa."

The young emperor sat down at the table, his eyes seemed to be a little hesitant, and after a short pause, he finally said:

"Madam, would you like to stay and be an imperial physician?"

Jun Qian's hand holding the teacup paused immediately, and turned his head to look at the emperor at random, as if he could see that he was not joking, so he immediately shook his head:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, but... the people of the Jianghu are used to wild things, so they really can't do it."

Junqian's answer didn't seem to surprise the emperor. There was a flash of understanding in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly at random, and said lightly:

"The palace is so filthy, you naturally don't want to be there."

This "men" probably refers to Lu Xiaofeng?Jun Qian sighed and did not speak - but this was undoubtedly a tacit consent to his words.

The young and handsome emperor didn't bother anymore, waved his hand, and said lightly: "Leave if you want."

Jun Qian looked at the slightly thin figure of the little emperor, thought for a while, and finally sighed, took out some bottles and cans from his body, took the pen, ink and paper from the table in the imperial study room, and neatly put the The usage of each bottle was written and pasted on the bottle, and then said lightly "Take care of the emperor", opened the door and left.

Early the next morning, Jun Qian and Ximen Chuuxue set off on their way back to Wanmei Villa.

Three days later, news came from Lu Xiaofeng that the emperor was critically ill, and all forces were ready to move. The emperor's younger brother, King Xingyang, sneaked into the capital without being summoned—it was already a rainy day, imminent.

Jun Qian was in the carriage when he received the letter. After reading it, he put it on the case, turned around and nestled into Ximen Chuuxue's arms to catch up on sleep.

Five days later, the king of Xingyang tried to force the palace to usurp the throne, but unfortunately, the little emperor resorted to tricks and executed all his accomplices.

Jun Qian looked at the letter paper and smiled, in a good mood, raised his head and rubbed Ximen Chuuxue's neck, with a slightly coquettish tone in his tone:

"Axue, I'm hungry, let's find a place to eat!"

Ximen Chuuxue stroked her hair, shaking her head slightly.

The author has something to say: the owner of the villa is coaxed by Junjun, and he will be fine~

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