The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

"Qingming, do you want to leave the temple? If you say you want to, I will let you go."

Lianji's charming words echoed in Qingming's mind over and over again.

"I leave..."

What he didn't finish saying is actually that I can't leave you.

He loves him humblely, and fears him in pain and joy. He is a snake, and he is the moon lotus who hopes to be tightly entwined by the snake, but he is afraid of the snake's poison, and he runs away again and again, and is repeatedly entangled by him. Wrapped tightly, become the stuff in his stomach.

He is like a mouse who can't see the light, hiding the love he shouldn't have in his heart, and dare not face himself.

Qingming was lying on the bed in the dormitory, and there was no one lying in the place next to him except Lian Jise. They had a carnival all night, and the pain was his joy.

However, the pain last night was not.

"Dong dong." There was a sudden knock on the door, and there were faint metal impacts from time to time.

Qingming had no strength in his whole body, he was washed clean by Lianjise, his original robe was soaked to the point where he couldn't wear it, Lianjise put his god robe on him.

He carried him back to the bedroom, and then went to accept the wishes of the people. Did he come back?No, he didn't hear the special divine bell in Lianji's body, and he cared more about believers than himself.

"Master Shengzi, Shenyue has come to give you medicine." The people outside the door began to talk, and it was the high priest Shenyue who came.

Qingming wrapped her robe tightly, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Before Qingming could speak, the door was opened by Shenyue.

A man with a handsome face, male and female, walked into the bedroom. The headdress he wore on his bun was exquisite and heavy as he walked, and the tassel gold ornaments that hung down made a faint ringing sound when touched.

Shenyue seems to have washed her body, but she hasn't dried it yet. The water droplets are still hanging on her body, making her look more exquisite and translucent. Her long black hair is draped behind her snow-white neck. It can be described as a disaster for the country and the people. It is a mysterious purple like the night, and the outer layer is covered with a dark purple tulle that glitters in the sun, making such a rare beauty even more beautiful.

The beauty of Lianji can only be seen from a distance, but the beauty of Shenyue can be seen closely. Rather than saying that he is a priest of a temple, it is better to say that he is more like a demon master of a demon cult.

Shenyue held a tray in her hand, and on the tray were a bottle of ointment, a bowl of medicine, and a dish of honey.

It was supposed to be something the disciples should do, but Shenyue came by herself.

"I can't bother the High Priest about administering the medicine." Qingming's voice was hoarse, which was different from his original clear voice that hadn't completely changed.

"How did Master Shengzi's voice become like this? Even though Shenyue was hurting you last night, the sound he yelled out was still pleasant. These people really don't know the severity." Shenyue frowned and walked forward a few times in worry. He walked up to Qingming's prone body, and said distressedly.

Shenyue stretched out her hand, Qingming dodged back fiercely, Shenyue lowered her eyes and stroked Qingming's Adam's apple, Qingming's Adam's apple was still not visible, small and exquisite.

He looked at Qingming's appearance at this time with satisfaction, and suddenly his face froze, seeing that the clothes on Qingming's body were not the clothes of the Holy Son, he said with a bit of yin and yang.

"Mr. Shengzi's robe belongs to Mr. God Disciple?"

Qingming didn't speak, just shrunk himself in the warmth brought to him by this robe that didn't belong to him, absorbing the scent that belonged to Lianji.

Shenyue put the tray on the couch, and sat on the floor with her skirt lifted, picked up the ointment and pulled off the cover, whispering casually.

"How could Lord God torture the Holy Son so cruelly?"

He raised Qingming's arm, Qingming wanted to break free, but with his current strength, Kai Shenyue couldn't break free.

When the cold ointment was applied to Qingming's bruised and purple plaques, the corner of Shenyue's mouth suddenly raised, and those bewitching eyes raised their eyelids to glance at Qingming.

"The god descending ceremony was held all night. The disciples of the temple descended from the snow-capped mountains. Hundreds of disciples followed. The Lord God shouldn't have let the Son of God be punished overnight."

After painting one arm, Shenyue replaced it with another one.

After tearing off Lianji's divine robe, all he saw were scars covering his entire back.

"Last night, Shenyue was merciful under the knife. Shenyue felt sorry for Master Shengzi. Only you, a little heartless person, escaped from the temple. Shenyue really thought about it."

"flip over."

"The one who loves you the most in the Moon Lotus Temple is Shenyue. Will our lord God come and give you the medicine in person?" Shenyue continued to say in a persuasive manner.

Qingming was silent, and let Shenyue turn him over and continue taking medicine.

Gradually, this medicine becomes not medicine.

Shenyue couldn't help smiling, seeing Qingming's painful expression, the blood all over her body seemed to be poured into a frying pan. "Look, Lord Son's tears have been shed dry."

Tears don't just refer to the eyes.

"Cry, cry well, it won't hurt anymore."

A whole bottle of medicine was used up, but it was not enough, and the scars were far more than imagined.

"Master Shengzi, when you were a baby, this place was so big, and now you haven't grown up here yet."

Shenyue took a breath, which caused Qingming's pupils to tremble.

"It's the back end." Shenyue put the lid on, and continued to say what she wanted to say regardless of Qingming.

"It has become much narrower, and you have been blessed by the disciples of the temple."

"Shenyue!" Qingming loudly stopped Shenyue's words, he was angry and resisting, resisting his misery.

"My son ordered you not to say it!" Qingming was using her divine name to intimidate Shenyue, even though this divine name was just a joke to Qingming.

In Moon Lotus Temple, every disciple can humiliate him.

"Let's not talk anymore, Shenyue also watched you grow up, and seeing you suffer like this, feels like a needle in my heart." Shenyue stopped talking, and watched Qingming reject him for the first time. It made his heart jump for joy, he took Qingming's hand and placed it on his left chest. "Master Shengzi, Shenyue's heart is about to break."

"I still remember that you used to be the most attached to Shenyue, and said that among the three high priests, Shenyue was the closest to you. Shenyue would take you to play, to make snowmen, and to hunt for snow. The fox will make clothes for you."

Yes, he used to like to respect Shenyue very much. He is the most lively priest in the entire Moon Lotus Temple. The other two priests are unsmiling. Even the disciples in the temple are expressionless. Looking at the faces of those disciples who were covered with white powder and couldn't see their faces clearly, I felt scared from the bottom of my heart.

Only Shenyue was different from them, he was like the only one with color among those numb statues.

"Drink the medicine." Shenyue brought him the medicine bowl, and fed Qingming to drink spoonful by spoonful.

The medicine was too bitter, and the five sense organs of the crying Qingming gathered together.

Shenyue smiled, and fed him the honey in the plate, seeing Qingming like a wounded kitten, Shenyue couldn't resist kissing his lips.

Regardless of Qingming's pain again, he inherited the blessing of the Holy Son.

Feeling the powerlessness and brokenness of the person in her arms, it was as if a burning flame was burning, and the whole body seemed to have fallen into an iron pot boiling water, Shenyue's heart trembled, Qingming seemed to have a fever.

It must be due to the extreme cold entering the body and the strong emotional fluctuations caused by fatigue.

"Master Shengzi, do you have a fever?" The back of his hand stretched towards Qingming's forehead, it was astonishingly hot.

"Why is it so hot, the hot Shenyue is also hot."

Shenyue was still in the clear world, so she couldn't help feeling the same.

"I really have a fever. My lord, the Holy Son. My lord is holding a banquet in the main hall to entertain distinguished guests. If my lord is still in this sick body, my lord will be unhappy. You should finish all the medicine." Shenyue frowned. Said.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

"My lord, the banquet has begun. My lord is asking my lord to go over."

Outside the door was a voice that Qingming had never heard before, probably some divine disciple.

"My lord, the Holy Son, has a fever. If you go back to my lord, the Holy Son won't go to receive distinguished guests."

Before Qingming could speak, Shenyue suddenly said coldly towards the door.

The disciples in the hall heard the melodious sounds, but the disciples outside the door did not seem to have thought that the High Priest Shenyue was in the Holy Son's bedroom, nor did they think that the High Priest Shenyue would reject the Lord God.

Here, the Almighty is the supreme god, and no one can reject the Almighty.

The disciple said again. "But Lord God Master means that Lord Son must go to receive distinguished guests no matter what the reason is. Please don't make Lord God Master embarrassing, Lord Priest."

Shenyue still wanted to continue to refuse, so Qingming said loudly to the outside.

"Tell Lord God, when Qingming is ready, I will go to see the distinguished guests."