Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

The hand holding the hair tip has not been released yet, Shen Qingzhuo raised his chin slightly, trying to regain his hair, "Xiaoqi, let go."

"Mister only likes me, right?" Xiao Shen seemed to be determined to get an affirmative answer, and lowered his head close to his ear, asking in a sticky tone, "Is that right, sir?"

"Hey..." The scorching breath sprayed on the sensitive ears, and a strange electric current ran through the back. Shen Qingzhuo turned his face and warned in a serious tone: "If you don't let go, the master will be angry!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man spread his fingers graciously, and asked innocently, "Did I hurt Mr.?"

Shen Qingzhuo was angry, and stretched out his hand to tug at the tail of the little apprentice's high bun, "I tug at your hair, does it hurt you?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Xiao Shen replied loudly, and leaned forward shamelessly, "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't hurt at all. If you like to tug, sir, you can do it a few more times!"

"You..." Shen Qingzhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pushed the young man's face, "Who did you learn how to pull someone's hair?"

In his impression, only naive little boys would attract attention by pulling girls' braids.

Xiao Shen looked at him with crooked eyebrows, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't do it on purpose."

In fact, not only did he do it on purpose, he dared to come again.

The touch of Mr. Who is so good, so smooth and smooth, he couldn't help but start to imagine that he was holding that waterfall-like black hair...

"Okay, I don't have any personal friendship with Shaofu Pei." After playing around, Shen Qingzhuo explained seriously, "Strictly speaking, I can't speak three words to him all year round."

"Then..." Xiao Shen twitched the corners of his lips, "Where were you in the East Palace before?"

"It's been a long time, I don't remember much." Shen Qingzhuo didn't know the daily life of the original owner in the East Palace, so he could only fool around, "It's not a pleasant day after all."

"Aren't you happy?" His pitch-black eyes lit up, and Xiao Shen's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement, "Then, sir, are you happy when you're with me?"

"Ah?" Shen Qingzhuo was momentarily confused by the little apprentice's question.

"When Mr. and I are together, are you happy?" Xiao Shen put his face into Mr. Xiangxiang's soft neck, and asked again without giving up.

Shen Qingzhuo faintly felt that this statement was a bit strange, but he didn't think too much about it, "Happy, if Xiao Qi behaves better, sir will be even happier."

This is actually the truth. After he came to this world, he spent the most leisurely three years with his apprentice.

"I'm very obedient." Xiao Shen coquettishly rubbed his cheek against his husband, "I listen to my husband most, so..."

So the husband will always like him and stay with him, right?

Shen Qingzhuo pinched the boy's little face with his backhand, and said with a low smile, "I hope you are really good, instead of pretending to be good in front of your husband."

The smile on his lips faltered slightly, Xiao Shen was about to reply when he heard a notification from outside the palace gate: "My lord, Eunuch Pan is asking to see you."

"Let Eunuch Pan take a seat in the outer hall." Shen Qingzhuo responded loudly.

"Eunuch Pan?" Xiao Shen sat up straight and asked curiously, "Which Eunuch Pan?"

"Besides Pan Dongsheng, who else is there?" Shen Qingzhuo got up, and pulled out a shirt casually, "The position of governor of the East Factory is now vacant. If I'm not mistaken, this person will be promoted sooner or later."

Xiao Shen raised his eyes and asked calmly, "How can you see that?"

"This man is called Pan Chong's godfather, and he has been in Pan Chong's hands for several years. Think about it?" Shen Qingzhuo curled his lips, "Pan Chongzhi's death is full of doubts, but he was able to clean himself up to the outside world. Just relying on this alone, it is not something ordinary people can do.”

Xiao Shen nodded, and asked again: "Then why did he come to see Mr. so late?"

"There should be new clues in the mysterious case file." Shen Qingzhuo fastened the jade belt, fished out another red rope, and tied his long hair loosely behind his head, "Sir, I will meet him when I go out, please stay quiet and don't make any noise."

"Oh..." Xiao Shen reluctantly responded, his eyes dimmed.

Shen Qingzhuo stepped out of the inner hall and walked slowly towards the outer room.

"Master Shen." Pan Dongsheng bowed his waist and saluted humbly.

"Eunuch Pan doesn't need to be too polite." Shen Qingzhuo nodded and said, "Eunuch, please sit down."

"Thank you, sir." Pan Dongsheng sat down as he said, and reported respectfully, "I came to see you today because of the case file in the East Palace."

"Oh?" Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Eunuch Pan has a clue?"

"The little one took turns to interrogate all the people involved in the case file, and after unremitting efforts, he finally pieced together a piece of extremely important news." Pan Dongsheng's face became serious, "The East Palace has a major connection with the imperial examination fraud case."

Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly, "This matter is serious, if there is no solid evidence, please be careful with Pan Gonggong."

"Master Shen taught you the right lesson." Pan Dongsheng shrank his neck and said cautiously, "The villain knows the pros and cons of it in his heart, and he hasn't dared to tell His Majesty yet."

Shen Qingzhuo was silent for a while, and replied lightly: "I don't think I have heard of today's incident. Eunuch Pan doesn't have to rush to report to the Holy One, you might as well look it up further."

Pan Dongsheng's eyebrows twitched, and he said in a hesitant tone, "Re-please tell me, sir?"

"If you're not fully sure, you'll startle the snake." Shen Qingzhuo reminded in a low voice, "It's about the East Palace, and the Sacred Heart is unpredictable."

Pan Dongsheng suddenly realized, and bowed his hands together: "Thank you for your reminder, my lord, I understand."

"Eunuch Pan is polite." Shen Qingzhuo smiled, "Eunuch Shen is honored to ask me to discuss with you when something happens."

Pan Dongsheng said hastily: "Master Shen is still thoughtful."

The two were courteous, and agreed on the direction of the next investigation, before Shen Qingzhuo personally sent Eunuch Pan away from Jiyue Pavilion.

Mr. Shen stood in front of the palace gate, looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and thought that the sky should change.

After a while, he turned around and went back to the inner hall, ready to call the little apprentice back to his own palace, but found the little apprentice curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

Several large buckets of ice cubes were placed in the room to cool down the temperature. The night breeze sent a little coolness through the bamboo curtains, but the scorching heat was hard to dissipate. The little apprentice sleeping on the cooling mat was still sweating profusely.

Only when he was by his side, the boy would stretch his body and fall asleep, and when he was alone, he would curl up his body into a small ball, as if seeking some kind of shelter, his posture looked cute and pitiful.

Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help feeling soft-hearted again, took a folding fan, sat on the edge of the bed, and fanned the little apprentice.

"Sir..." The young man felt the refreshing coolness, closed his eyes and muttered, and fell asleep even more soundly.

"You know how to enjoy it." Shen Qingzhuo laughed, looking down at the little apprentice's sleeping face, but the scene of hot palms pressing on her suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Ah!" Shen Qingzhuo let out a low cry, his body trembled, and the roots of his ears were unconsciously tinged with burning heat.

That's right, regardless of the traditional Chinese medicine, the little apprentice's 16th birthday is approaching. According to the calculation of modern people's false age, he will soon be seventeen. It is indeed time...

The age to avoid suspicion.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingzhuo put away the folding fan, and walked lightly to the mahogany imperial concubine's couch beside her.

He lay down, with one arm bent and pillowed on the back of his head, while the other hand was fanning once and for all, and gradually closed his eyelids sleepily.

***

Xiao Shen knew that he was dreaming again.

It is still the familiar palace, with the veil flying, kissing the sleeping face on the couch with nostalgia.

This time, the husband was not hoisted high again, but the pair of snow wrists were still tied with red ribbons and firmly tied to the dragon pillar at the head of the bed.

As if possessed by a demon, Xiao Shen couldn't help approaching the dragon couch, wanting to see it more clearly.

Her snow-white skin was flushed with intoxication, as if she had cried hard, her thin eyelids were swollen, and dry tears remained under her eyes.And those soft lips were even more miserable, red and swollen from being bullied, and a piece of skin was even torn on the corner of the lips.

Looking down, the slightly bulging curve gently undulates with the sound of breathing. Inside the messy open skirt, the dazzling snow color is covered with delicate red plums, which seems to be more beautiful than last time...

The shattered plum blossom petals in front of him immediately dyed the bottom of the young man's eyes red, and an indescribable heat swept his whole body almost instantly.

Why is this so?He has obviously never seen such a gentleman, why every time he dreams, he imagines such a glamorous scene?

Such a gentleman is simply like a goblin born for joy.

He panted silently, knowing that the crime was heinous, but still unable to control himself, he slowly stretched out that hand with sharp knuckles...

At this time, the gentleman on the dragon bed suddenly opened his eyes.

He trembled all over, opened his mouth in confusion and panic, trying to explain: "I'm not... sir..."

But the husband's gaze did not stay on him, but seemed to penetrate him, looking at another person.

As expected, the man reappeared.

A young man in a dragon robe embroidered with embroidered dragons walked to the dragon couch and asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well, sir?"

Xiao Shen was startled, sir?

Why does this man also call Mr.

In an instant, a torrential rage swarmed in, and the young man was so furious that he wanted to rush over and stab the man to death.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his feet out. He could only stand there, staring at the man with tearful eyes, and shouted crazily in his heart——

Mister is his!It's his alone!

But the man leaned down, picked up a strand of blue silk that was scattered on the pillow, and took a deep breath infatuatedly, "It smells so good, sir..."

"Let go..." Mr.'s voice was soft and hoarse, like a kitten's paw gently scratching the pinna, "Have you...have you played enough?"

"Have you played enough?" The man repeated, suddenly burst into laughter, knelt down on the couch, grabbed the ankle with the gold chain, and dragged the person under him, "Of course not."

The gentleman let out an exclamation, and his hoarse voice was filled with tears, "Don't torture me... let me go, please..."

"Why am I willing to torture you?" The man turned the gentleman over, biting the white and tender ear tip like suet jade, and whispered with a sigh, "I am hurting you, I am loving you, sir..."

"No..." Mr. tremblingly wanted to crawl forward, but the end of his hair was firmly grasped by that big hand in the next moment.

His pupils shrank suddenly, Xiao Shen could only watch helplessly as white and black intertwined on the dragon couch.

"I don't want to be like this either, sir." The man entangled the black hair scattered on the back of the snow, pulling it tight and loose, "But who told me to lie to me, who made me always want to get rid of me... "

"No... I didn't..." His hair was pulled, and the husband was forced to look up, revealing a part of his neck that was flushed, and the pain made him cry unbearably, "I didn't..."

"You have!" The man behind suddenly became fierce, pulling his hair even harder, biting the slightly protruding part of the back of his neck with sharp teeth, and asked in a vicious voice after he let go, "Do you still dare? How dare you run?" Is it? The whole world is mine, where can you go, huh?"

"No...don't run..." The gentleman seemed to be in pain, sobbing and turning his face away, he rubbed the man flatteringly with his wet red cheeks covered with tears and sweat.

"That's good..." The man smiled in satisfaction, leaned over to kiss the red lips that couldn't be closed, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, you're good, why don't you just stay by my side like this, huh?"

Xiao Shen had three dreams, and never heard the conversation between the two so clearly once, but he was startled and angry, completely unable to think about the hidden information.

"First... Mister!" After struggling hard again, he finally broke through the shackles, and suddenly, like a wild beast out of the cage, he rushed to the side of the dragon bed, vowing to overthrow the man who was pressing Mr.

At this moment, the man seemed to have sensed something, he paused, and suddenly turned his face.

In an instant, Xiao Shen felt like being struck by lightning.

Why does this man have a face so similar to him?

The author has something to say:

Wolf cub: How dare this pervert look like me!

Mr.: Maybe, is there a possibility, that is...

No, I'm so vulgar, I just love some coercion hehehehe...

Also, the hair pulling in the dream wasn't really hair pulling!

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