The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

The heavy curtains in Cuiwei Palace were lowered, all the candles outside were extinguished by Shen Zhuo's order, only a few candles in the deep part of the bedroom remained, which looked dim and unclear, but it added a bit of fun.

Shen Zhuo held the man under his knees, and gently carried him onto the palace bed.

His movements were extremely slow, perhaps because he was afraid that the person in his arms would be awakened, so Shen Zhuo stopped every step, and even the jade pendant around his waist tried his best not to let it make a sound.

His older brother seemed to have lost a lot of weight since returning from northern Xinjiang.In the past, it was only comfortable to hold him, but now when I hold him in my arms, the protruding bones hurt him a lot.

Lin Jingyun had already passed out from the pain caused by him. There were still a few drops of cold sweat dripping from the side of his face and neck that he hadn't had time to wipe off. There were bruises and hickeys all over his body, and his brows were still tight in his sleep. Twist.

Shen Zhuo stretched out his hands to help him smooth it out, but that person was very stubborn and wanted to go against him in everything, so Shen Lingqiu simply didn't try anymore.

He knew from a long time ago that his elder brother was born beautiful, whether it was exquisite facial features or this body, all of them were born on the tip of his heart.

——Lin Jingyun is kind in every possible way, but it's a pity that his temper is too stubborn, and he refuses to give in to himself even if he tries his best.

Shen Lingqiu also knew in the past that there is something called "boiled eagle".That eagle has the strongest temper, those who can survive it will fall under the female body, if they can't survive it, they will die.

He used to be unwilling to use this method against him.

Shen Zhuo slowly bent down, staring blankly at Lin Jingyun's lips that were bleeding from his bite.

Brother, brother, why don't you want to look at me?

You are the prime minister of the world and the second son of the Lin family, but why can't you be my own peace——

He slowly covered Lin Jingyun's forehead with his slightly trembling hands.

The palm reaches a little raised.Shen Zhuo knew that it was the mole of peace painted on Lin Jingyun's forehead.

Fast-forward five or six years, thinking back to when he painted the peace mole on the center of the brow, he helped him draw it himself.

However, now that he is the emperor of Dongqi, nothing can be done for him.

Shen Zhuo stood beside him stupidly for a while, the sense of satisfaction after having sex with others receded like a tide, and now he just felt a deep sense of burnout all over his body.

He leaned down slightly to lift the curtain, and called out to the outside world.

The little eunuch who had been waiting outside came in response.

While holding the curtain, Shen Zhuo turned sideways to block the figure of the person inside, and ordered: "Go and tell the guard Lu to go to the Qin Mansion to fetch the person tomorrow morning. Qin is not slow to embezzle tax money for himself. He has a wrong mind and takes the person on the spot then kill."

The little eunuch made a promise, and helped Shen Zhuo close the palace door carefully.

Shen Zhuo supported Lin Jingyun's body with his hands, he couldn't see clearly in the dark, he could only know that he was still alive by himself and the steady heartbeat of the man's left chest.

In the past, Lin Jingyun took him to see a peony banquet, and praised him for his good looks at the banquet, the contours of his eyebrows and eyes grew to the tip of his heart.

At that time, the Seventh Emperor Uncle Shen Gucheng laughed and said: "Qing Yan, you just went up to pretend to be that Yao Ji. I think everyone is not admiring flowers but people. Maybe this person is more beautiful than peony flowers." .”

Lin Jingyun laughed when he heard it, but said he didn't dare to take it seriously.

There are people who are more beautiful than flowers.

I believe.

My elder brother's appearance cannot be compared to any flowers.

Shen Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then slightly lowered his head, his lips pressed against Lin Jingyun's cold side cheek, and it was as fleeting as the touch of a dragonfly.

"elder brother--"

"Peace...Peace."

——But Lin Jingyun couldn't hear anything.