Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Liangzi just breathed a sigh of relief, but the inside came back again, and the movement became more and more loud, even the bed curtain creaked.

Ryoko blushed and her heart beat, and hurriedly ran away.

After another hour, he used an excuse to change the charcoal fire for Dilong, but he heard a few indistinct whimpers.

Liangzi was terrified and couldn't care less about being ashamed: "My lord, be careful..."

Before the word "zi" was finished, the gold-embellished soft pillow hit Liangzi staggeringly: "Get lost!"

It wasn't Jiang Xianjing's voice! !

Liangzi somehow felt that the voice was very familiar, but she was not sure, and was about to call someone.

Jiang Xianjing also said in a hoarse voice: "Go out..."

Ryoko agreed to go out.

The curtain flutters...

Jiang Xianjing was drenched in sweat, and his jet-black hair hung down like a waterfall.

The man clasped his waist tightly: "Open your mouth..."

Jiang Xian turned his face away in shock, weak and weak: "You have such an honor, this king can't speak."

"There are so many demands for stealing love?"

The man chuckled, and there was no trace of warmth on his knife-wounded face.

The big hand clasped Jiang Xianjing's chin tightly, and kept kissing his eyes: "The prince is so big, don't you have the courage?"

The bead curtain swayed, and Jiang Xian was so shocked that he had no time to look at him.

It was just after dawn that the house stopped.

After Liangzi retired last night, her heart fluttered for a while, and she also felt that this was too unbelievable.

But Jiang Xian's shocking behavior and last night's scene further confirmed his guess.

Liangzi stayed up all night, and early in the morning he ordered the inner courtyard to boil water, and prepared a lot of food that Qian Zuisheng liked.

He retreated to the left and right, leaving only the most capable maidservants waiting outside.

Not long after, a familiar voice came from inside again.

Liangzi heard it clearly this time, and was overjoyed in his heart, holding the teacup in his hands and happily entering the room.

The bed curtain was pulled down, making it impossible to see clearly what was inside.

In front of the emerald carved screen stood a slender and tall white figure.

Liangzi lowered his voice: "Your Majesty..."

Ryoko choked a little, not knowing whether to address the princess or His Majesty.

Qian Zuisheng turned his head, his expression like a dead ghost directly frightened the teacup in Liangzi's hand.

Qian Zuisheng's movements were as fast as lightning, and before Liangzi could see clearly, the teacup had fallen firmly into his hand.

"you you you……"

Liangzi was so frightened that he wanted to lift the curtain of the bed to find Jiang Xianjing even when he was rolling and crawling, but his wrist was grabbed hard.

"Don't move, let him rest for a while."

Ryoko's shock was indescribable, and she couldn't even hold her eyeballs.

Qian Zuisheng took a sip of tea slowly: "The more you lose the rules, your prince usually indulges you like this?"

Liangzi wept with joy, and hurriedly knelt down to pay his respects: "Princess...your majesty...you...you are..."

He was trembling and unable to utter a complete sentence, Qian Zuisheng looked at Jiang Xianjing on the bed, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go, bring the ointment."

Ryoko hurried out.

Qian Zuisheng called him from behind again: "Prepare another pot of light salt water to come in, and also ask the prince for leave, saying that he caught a cold last night and will not go to court today."

Ryoko agreed one by one.

Qian Zuisheng cleaned up Jiang Xianjing, and carefully applied the medicine, Jiang Xian trembled in pain.

Qian Zuisheng knew that he had bullied him hard, but looking at his skinny body, an inexplicable anger almost overturned his celestial spirit.

He turned his face away from Jiang Xian's shock.

As soon as he got up, the sleeves of his underwear were grabbed by someone.

Jiang Xian put her arms over her eyes in shock: "Don't move, I'll wash it for you."

"What's wrong, Ai Chi, the prince can't see me like this?"

Jiang Xianjing didn't seem to understand Qian Zui's sarcasm: "I heard that the disguise technique was passed down from Japan...uh... Dongying. The potion hurts the skin very much. Are you afraid of ruining your face if you wear it?"

His tone was gentle and full of concern.

Qian Zuisheng's nose was sore, and he was full of grievances and overwhelming.

He snorted coldly and sat up: "I want you to take care of it!"

Jiang Xian curled her lips into a smile in shock, and stood up with difficulty while supporting the head of the bed, and fell down with a "plop" before she could sit still.

Qian Zuisheng's heart skipped a beat.

Why did you become so weak after not seeing each other for a year?

Did that bald donkey, Ah Xiang, put his heart into it?

He searched Jiang Xianjing's body last night, but did not find any suspicious scars. He thought that Jiang Xianjing was not injured in the battle against Bayar.

When Ah Xiang took Jiang Xianjing away, he clearly saw that Jiang Xianjing had a wound on his wrist that was exactly the same as his.

Now it's gone.

Qian Zuisheng was full of doubts and didn't know how to speak.

Jiang Xianjing, however, took advantage of Qian Zui's stunned voice, and struggled to get up by himself.

Qian Zuisheng hurriedly picked him up: "What are you messing with? You lie down and I will wash myself."

Jiang Xian laughed teasingly: "It turns out that His Majesty himself is also afraid of fading love!"

Qian Zuisheng turned his head and did not speak.

The sun in late autumn is warm and bright.

With a soft pillow on Jiang Xianjing's waist, Qian Zuisheng lay on his back in Jiang Xianjing's arms. The handkerchief in Jiang Xianjing's hand was wet and he was carefully wiping Qian Zuisheng's face.

Qian Zuisheng bulged his round eyes, staring at Jiang Xian without blinking.

Jiang Xianjing's hands were gentle, and after soaking in the water, he gently took off his mask: "Where did you get this thing?"

The mask was not breathable, and Qian Zuisheng's face turned slightly pale: "Wei Su found it."

Jiang Xianjing was heartbroken, and wiped off the residue on his face little by little: "Is it itchy?"

Qian Zui shook his head.

"Wei Su entered the capital early in the morning, but you didn't see me when you came, where did you hide?"

Qian Zuisheng didn't speak, and Jiang Xian knew after thinking about it, with Qian Zuisheng's temperament, how could he wait at the post station with peace of mind?

He must have been hiding in the dark and observed himself for a day.

With Qian Zuisheng's current status, this is too dangerous.

Jiang Xianjing couldn't help but said, "If you want to see me, just say so in the national book. It's not like you don't know your father's temperament. Why doesn't he agree if he wants me to go away?" Jiang Xianjing said softly. coaxing.

The sound of Qianzui is very useful, like a lake with a mouth full of water.

But when he thought of Jiang Xianjing dealing with Bayar alone without telling him, he became angry and closed his eyes, not answering Jiang Xianjing's words.

Jiang Xianjing couldn't understand his thoughts.

The movements of his hands became more and more gentle: "If you run this trip, if the news leaks out, there may be some troubles, in my opinion..."

"What? You drive me away!"

Qian Zuisheng sat up from Jiang Xianjing's arms, his head banging against the bed frame.

He didn't care.

"I'm not...I..." Jiang Xian was about to defend himself.

Qian Zuisheng had already turned over and got out of bed, he ran around the room angrily, found his shoes but couldn't find his cloak.

Jiang Xian hurriedly got up to stop him, but Qian Zuisheng struggled: "Anyway, if you are cruel, you can leave me behind, no matter what I do, you won't like me. Well, it's very good, my lord, this trip is nothing. Now, you just put your hands away, and in the future...in the future, we will return to the bridge and return to the bridge...I...I will write the letter of credence to my father..."