Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Like a muffled thunder in his ears, Shen Qingzhuo completely froze in place.

How long has it been, how long has he not heard the title "Sir"?It was so long that he even felt a little strange when he first heard it.

"Sir...is that you, sir?" There was no response, and the voice of inquiry in the hall became hurried, followed by a burst of chaotic movements.

"Your Highness, you must not move!" Another male voice came, "The wound has opened!"

Shen Qingzhuo stepped into the inner hall as if waking up from a dream, and met the young man sitting up on the bed.

Before this moment came, Shen Qingzhuo even thought about whether he was dreaming.Apart from nightmares, he also had many sweet dreams about the day of Xiaoqi's triumphant return. Every time in the dream, the little apprentice looked the same as when he left.

As for the young man in front of him, his handsome facial features can vaguely show the appearance of two years ago, but the youthful feeling has completely faded away, and the outline is three-dimensional, deep and sharp. Even if he just sits there, he can still feel the chill and coercion coming to his face.

That is the calmness and self-prestige acquired after killing thousands of enemies on the battlefield.

But the moment those condensed and deep eyes touched him, they melted silently into a pool of spring water like a thousand miles of frozen glaciers.

"Sir..." Xiao Shen called out uncontrollably, stretched out a hand to him from a distance, and pleaded earnestly and restrainedly, "Come closer, okay?"

With a sore nose, Shen Qingzhuo shuffled towards the bed.

His little apprentice has grown up, but his handsome face is thin and his lips are pale and chapped. It can be seen that he has suffered a lot.

He wanted to see more clearly, but his eyes became more and more blurred.When the big callused hand held him, the eye sockets finally couldn't bear the precarious weight, and the tears, like a string of broken pearls, fell on the hands of the two of them.

Xiao Shen's heart trembled from the heat of his tears, and his voice became hoarse: "I'm fine, sir, don't cry."

He had never seen his husband cry before, and he never thought that the first time he saw her was because he was injured.

"Xiao Qi..." Shen Qingzhuo called him choked with sobs, "You are finally back..."

The gentleman who was thinking about it frowned, and looked at him with tears in his eyes. Xiao Shen's heart seemed to have been soaked in a pot of old vinegar, and then sprinkled with hot honey. It was sour, sweet and swollen. What to do.

In the next moment, he chose to follow his body's instinctive reaction, held Mr.'s hand, and pulled him into his arms.

In the long-lost embrace, Xiao Shen suddenly tightened his arms, and buried his head in deep sniffing of the familiar plum fragrance like crazy, wishing to drown in the breath of Mr.

And Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes, tears still overflowing from the corners of his eyes, pampering him silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Yanqi, who was standing at the side, couldn't bear it any longer, and reminded him loudly, "Your Highness, be careful of tearing the wound."

Shen Qingzhuo suddenly came back to his senses, broke free from his strong embrace, and before he had time to wipe away his tears, he asked helplessly, "Where is the injury? Does it still hurt? Let me see!"

"It's okay." Xiao Shen glanced at Military Master Pei warningly, and comforted him in a gentle voice, "It's just a small injury, it's just a blindfold."

Shen Qingzhuo was skeptical, his eyelashes wet with tears trembled, his eyes searched around trying to find the wound, but he was dressed in black, so he couldn't tell what was going on.

"If I don't exaggerate my injury, how can my father let me go back to Beijing?" Xiao Shen said calmly, "If you don't believe me, ask Junjun Pei."

"Your Highness—that's right." Pei Yanqi stopped talking, and bowed his hands, "Yun Qing will leave first."

Before he left, he glanced at Master Shen out of the corner of his eye, and found that the other party was only looking at His Royal Highness King Jin, so he withdrew his gaze and quietly backed out.

"Don't cry, sir." Xiao Shen raised his right hand, stroking the wet marks under his eyelids with his fingertips, "Although sir is crying beautifully, I will feel distressed."

How can someone be so beautiful even when they cry? I feel pity for the pear blossoms and the rain, but they can easily arouse the desire to commit violence deep in my heart...

The calloused fingertips rubbed against the delicate skin, making that piece of skin slightly red. Shen Qingzhuo looked at the little apprentice and reconfirmed: "Is it really all right? Don't lie to me."

"Why are you tweeting ♂ crazy, or..." Xiao Shen made a gesture to untie his belt, "I took it off completely, let the master check it carefully?"

Shen Qing smiled through tears, and lightly slapped the back of his hand, "Is the skin itchy again?"

The young man, who was a little strange at first, suddenly returned to his familiar mischievous appearance.

Xiao Shen held his hand again, pressed it to his cheek, said in a serious manner: "Yes, the days when my husband doesn't beat me, I'm really lonely like snow."

Shen Qingzhuo blinked his eyelashes, wiped away the water in his eyes, and withdrew his hand, "Since you're fine, I'll come see you later."

"Ah?" Sword eyebrows frowned, Xiao Shen clutched his chest and fell back, "I can't, I suddenly feel out of breath..."

Shen Qingzhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patiently explained: "I know you're coming back today, so I don't feel like doing anything all day, and I have to deal with some things right now."

Hearing this, Xiao Shen straightened his upper body, and replied reluctantly: "Okay then, I'll wait here for sir to come back."

"En." Shen Qingzhuo glanced at him again, then turned and walked out.

"I won't sleep if I don't wait for my husband tonight." The deep and hoarse voice came from behind again.

When the little apprentice left him, he had just entered the voice-changing period, but now he has completely turned into a mature and magnetic male voice. Although it sounds a little strange, his coquettish tone is exactly the same as it was two years ago.

Shen Qingzhuo didn't dare to turn his head, fearing that he would not be able to bear it, so he only responded vaguely, and quickly left Changle Palace.

***

Beizhen Fusi.

"My lord." Kong Shang stepped on the threshold and bowed his hands, "Have you seen His Highness the Seventh Prince?"

Shen Qingzhuo nodded slightly, "I see."

Kong Shang's tone was worried: "How is your highness injured?"

"He said it's nothing serious." Shen Qingzhuo replied, and then ordered, "Invite Master Lin over here."

Two years ago, he and Lin Jinyu met again at the residence of the Minister of the Household Department. They had a happy chat over wine and hit it off right away, and finally successfully persuaded Mr. Lin to embark on an official career.

As the legitimate son of the second-rank Shangshu, he can take up the official position of the sixth-rank official through the "Yinzi" system.

But Lin Jinyu didn't want his father's shadow to come from Qipin Zhongshu Sheren, and he joined Jinyiwei, starting from Xiaoqi.Of course, Lin Xiaoqi's road to promotion went smoothly under Master Shen's overt and covert care.

Half a year ago, when the imperial concubine of Yuan Dynasty went to the temple to pray, she was assassinated again and almost died.

After about a stick of incense, Lin Jinyu stepped into Beizhen Fusi, and asked loudly: "Master Shen is in a hurry to summon the humble official, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, so I can't find you?" Shen Qingzhuo raised his face from the pile of files, "What has Master Lin been up to lately?"

"I don't believe you suddenly missed me." Lin Jinyu found a chair and sat down politely, "By the way, I heard that King Jin returned to the palace triumphantly?"

Qing Cong rubbed her swollen temples with her fingertips, and Shen Qingzhuo sighed, "It is precisely for this reason that I came to you."

Lin Jinyu said seriously: "I also heard that King Jin was seriously injured. Is it true?"

"Regardless of whether it's true or not, during this time, the imperial guards must cheer up." Shen Qingzhuo lowered his voice, "Especially when the new year is approaching, all princes are going back to the palace."

Lin Jinyu paused, raised his eyebrows and asked, "The time you mentioned has come?"

"That one may not be able to survive this severe winter. It depends on the ghosts and monsters of all parties, and when they plan to start their actions." Shen Qingzhuo exchanged glances with him, "For us, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You should do it well first." Prepare."

The sky changes, but only in an instant.

Lin Jinyu nodded thoughtfully, "I understand, the imperial army is on standby at any time."

***

Returning to Changle Palace again, it was dusk.

As soon as Shen Qingzhuo entered the door, the little eunuch on duty shouted excitedly: "My lord!"

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb His Highness." Shen Qingzhuo made a silent movement, and asked again, "Has Your Highness slept yet?"

The eunuch replied in a low voice: "Not yet, the imperial physician is changing His Highness's medicine."

Shen Qingzhuo nodded, and walked lightly towards the inner hall.

With a sound of "squeak", he pushed open the door, "Xiao Qi, sir is back."

After Xiao Shen heard the sound, he immediately pulled up the shirt that had been taken off, and Imperial Physician Lu was caught off guard and almost knocked over the tray.

However, the sharp-eyed Shen Qingzhuo still saw the hideous knife wound that almost ran across the entire back.

He took a breath, walked quickly to the bed, and pulled off his loose undershirt.

What was exposed in sight was the entire shocking back, wounds from swords, arrows, and firearms, all kinds of scars criss-crossed, new and old overlapped, some scabbed and fell off into pink flesh, and some turned blue and purple due to severe injuries, There is also the freshest knife wound on the back.

"Don't look, sir." Xiao Shen turned around and said with a sigh, "It's ugly, ugly—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a "click", and hot tears dripped on his arm, interrupting his next words.

"Doctor Lu, you can continue to take the medicine." Shen Qingzhuo raised his hand indiscriminately and wiped the corner of his eyes, then turned around and walked to the window lattice, standing with his back to them.

Knowing it in his heart is one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes is another. If he takes another look, he will almost be out of breath.

After a while, Imperial Physician Lu began to pack the medicine box, "Master Shen, the medicine is ready."

Turning around again, the horrific scar had been tightly wrapped by a white bandage, and it looked less glaring at last.

Xiao Shen sat on the side of the bed, with a beautiful smile on his lips, "Isn't this much better?"

Shen Qingzhuo stared at him with red eyes, "Is this what you said you're okay?"

"It's all skin trauma, it's just scary to look at." Xiao Shen's face remained unchanged, "Sir, come to me, I want to get a closer look at you."

Shen Qingzhuo pursed her lips, but still walked over.

Physician Lu ordered some precautions, and quickly left with the medicine box on his back, leaving only the two of them in the hall.

"Don't be so serious, Mister." Xiao Shen wanted to shake Mr.'s hand, but he was dodged.

The expression on his face froze for a moment, then returned to normal, and changed the subject: "Sir, will you stay with me tonight?"

"In front of your husband, you don't need to hold on." Shen Qingzhuo finally spoke, staring at him intently, "Just like before, when you fall and squat, you can tell your husband how painful it is, instead of carrying it yourself. "

Xiao Shen opened his mouth, the words rolled in his throat, and finally he just smiled: "If you really love me, sir, you can give me a hug, okay?"

Shen Qingzhuo sniffed, leaned over and hugged him gently.

After hugging him, he realized that the little apprentice's shoulders became so broad that he couldn't wrap them around with one hand.

"It's cold, get dressed first." After a while, Shen Qingzhuo let go of his hand and promised in a low voice, "Sir, I won't leave tonight."

"Speaking of this, Mr. Cai was very quick at picking up my clothes." Xiao Shen frowned slightly, and said with a smile, "Then punish Mr., and put them on for me."

Shen Qingzhuo blushed, "Mr. is in a hurry."

How can I say that he looks like that...

He lowered his eyes, but his eyes happened to meet the well-defined abdominal muscles under the upper bandage.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, the little apprentice actually developed such strong abdominal muscles?

Xiao Shen followed his gaze and looked down, the smile on his lips deepened, "Do you want to touch, sir?"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the snow-white slender wrist and pressed his palm to his abdominal muscles.

When the palm touched the flexible and firm bump, Shen Qingzhuo was startled, then suddenly came back to his senses, retracted his hand like an electric shock, and took two steps back.

Xiao Shen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up, "What's wrong, sir?"

At this stop, Shen Qingzhuo was completely dumbfounded.

The little giant in front of him is almost a head taller than him...

who is it?

The author has something to say:

Sir: Give me back my cute and deceitful little apprentice, woo woo woo...

Wolf cub: I'm sorry sir, I can only give you back a big apprentice with eight-pack abs and a big mouth!

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