After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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It turns out that the so-called long-term love is nothing but the reward after being moved.

The drunk-talking Su Yangjiao was carried on the bed by someone, his skin was so white that it was so shiny that it was dark red, like the petals of a begonia in Xifu falling in the snow. Well done Wei Nanxun.

Fortunately, Wei Nan couldn't look at him, otherwise the person on the bed might start crying.

Wei Nanxun's broken hair fell down and brushed loosely on Su Yangjiao's flushed cheeks.

Not knowing how serious the consequences would be, Su Yangjiao stretched out his hand after a little hesitation, curled it gently with the softest part of his fingertips, and slowly moved up along the tip of his hair until it touched Wei Nanxun's chin. Suddenly letting go, the hair twirled and fell down again.

After repeated several times, Wei Nanxun suddenly grabbed his wrist.

A little hot and a little itchy.

Su Yangjiao quietly raised his eyes to look at Wei Nanxun's calm face above him.

He raised his other hand to reach Wei Nanxun's cheek, touched it unscrupulously, and giggled while touching it: "The hero I wrote is really good-looking."

Suddenly feeling a little stronger on the grasped wrist, Wei Nanxun asked, "You wrote it?"

Su Yangjiao nodded vigorously, then secretly glanced at him again, as if meeting Wei Nanxun's gaze, quickly retracted, obediently turned his head to one side.

What are you looking at him for?

Why stare at him?

Su Yangjiao was in a daze, feeling drunk, he was not good at drinking, this wine felt sweet when he drank it, but he didn't know that it had a strong aftertaste, Su Yangjiao just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep, he broke away from Wei Nan Xun's hand turned sideways, reached out and patted the bed, and muttered with his eyes closed: "Go to sleep."

The long black hair was scattered on the bed, extremely soft, Wei Nanxun stared at the blurred face below, he suddenly felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest, and raised his hand to loosen his collar.

There was a charcoal fire beside the bed, Wei Nanxun didn't like this kind of warmth all the time, he stretched out his hand to put down the curtain beside the bed, and lay down beside Su Yangjiao.

Su Yangjiao has always been in a bad sleeping position, either he likes to put his legs on his body, or fights against the quilt. Today, I don't know if it's because of drinking, but he is very honest, curled up there, and fell asleep peacefully.

Wei Nanxun twitched the corners of his mouth, moved closer, and kissed his lips.

The hotness was next to the coldness, and the sullenness in his chest was unexpectedly relieved a little.

If you can stick to it like this all the time, it seems to feel good.

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Su Yangjiao didn't know when he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, the bright sunlight outside the window had already shone on his face.

Su Yangjiao sat up in surprise, turned his head and looked around the room, and when he landed in the side room, his eyes could not help but pause.

Wei Nanxun leaned against the door of the side room with his collar loose, and was looking at where he was.

"Are you awake? When did I sleep? I remember I was drinking at the table..." Su Yangjiao seemed to be asking Wei Nanxun, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"When I got out of the shower, I saw you were drunk, and then you fell asleep." Wei Nanxun looked as usual, and his voice was as usual, even with a hint of a smile on his brow.

Su Yangjiao suddenly saw the appearance of Wei Nanxun staring at him last night, he quickly shook his head to drive away the inaccurate scene, and twitched the corner of his mouth at Wei Nanxun, and said with a smile: "I It’s not bad that you know how to crawl into bed when you’re drunk.”

"I carried you to the bed." Wei Nanxun walked over, bent down, pressed his hands on the bed next to Su Yangjiao, and looked at him with dark eyes.

Su Yangjiao turned his face away in embarrassment. He didn't like two impossible people indulging in such an ambiguous atmosphere. Although he enjoyed it very much, he had to remind himself to be rational all the time.

"The Ministry of Rites still has work to do today, so I'm going back."

In fact, Yun Le drove a carriage to the gate of Zhenguo Temple early this morning, and brought them a change of clothes. The carriage they took when they came yesterday had long been stuck in the mud and had broken its shaft.

Thinking that Su Yangjiao fell asleep without taking a bath last night, Wei Nanxun ordered Wu Mo to prepare hot water early in the morning, and only waited for Su Yangjiao to wake up and wash before returning to Huawu Mansion, but he slept so deeply , As soon as I woke up, it was three poles in the sun, and the prepared hot water was already cold and reheated three times.

The distance between the two of them was so close that Su Yangjiao could almost feel the heat exhaled by the other party. He shrank back a bit and hurriedly put his feet on the ground, but when he put a little force on his feet, he felt a pain in his calf .

"hiss……"

Su Yangjie raised his eyebrows in pain.

He looked at the burrs on the inner garment of his calf and the faint red blood stains, and then he remembered the thorns on his legs.

And then...how did those spikes get out?

Wei Nanxun didn't tell Su Yangjiao how those spikes were picked out.

When he stood up, he picked up Su Yangjiao and sent him to the bathroom.

Su Yangjiao lowered his head and blushed like a begonia in spring, and belatedly put his hand around Wei Nanxun's neck, and said in a low voice, "I can actually walk by myself."

"Jie'er's leg is injured. If he walks now, he may suffer from the root cause of the disease in the future." Wei Nanxun looked straight ahead with his eyes, and his tone was gentle and even with a smile.

"It's so easy to fall into the root of the disease, I'm not a person made of mud." Su Yangjiao turned his face away, even though he said so, his body shrank in Wei Nanxun's arms obediently, allowing him to hold him He walked into the bathroom, and finally put it in the steaming tub.

Su Yangjiao silently raised his head to look at Wei Nanxun's silhouette in the hot fog, and finally fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "When can protons be seen?"

The part where Wei Nanxun carried him was very accurate, and he never fumbled like before.

Moreover, even the location of the tub was extremely accurate, which was really not something a blind person could do.

There is only one answer.

Wei Nanxun immediately laughed and said, "It hasn't fully recovered, and I still can't see clearly."

Su Yangjiao turned over in the tub, with his hands resting on the edge of the tub. He looked at Wei Nanxun's expression, and saw that there was no hesitation in his brows, and he didn't seem to be deceiving.

So he continued to ask in puzzlement: "The proton can't see clearly, why can I be so smoothly... well, hugged me, and put it into the bathtub accurately, how can this be explained?"

Wei Nanxun squatted down slowly, staring at Su Yangjiao with his dark eyes, and said, "Do you not take off your clothes in the bath? How about I..."

He raised his hand while laughing.

Su Yangjiao quickly grasped the collar, stepped back suddenly, and whispered: "No, let Wu Mo come."

Wei Nanxun stared at him for a long time, then slowly stood up, turned and walked out, soon Wu Mo walked in with his hands down, and he carefully helped Su Yangjie take off his underwear.

Especially on the calves, when the clothes were taken off there, he was very careful and slow, as if he had been instructed to do so long ago.

"Wu Mo, do you know I'm injured?" Su Yangjiao asked tentatively.

Wu Mo reached for the soap next to him, and replied, "Mrs. Wei has already told the servants to be extra careful when bathing you, and try to avoid sewage as much as possible for the wound."

Su Yangjie didn't speak, Wu Mo continued to say while helping him to wash, "When the servant brought the hot water, I saw Madam walking back and forth between the bedside and the bathroom many times, and I didn't know what I was doing."

"You said you saw him walking back and forth between the bed and the bathroom?"

Wu Mo nodded and said: "That's not it. I was still counting while walking. The servant girl saw that the steps taken by the madam seemed to be the same size. It seemed to be measuring the distance, but the servant could not understand it."

Wu Mo didn't understand, but Su Yangjiao understood.

No wonder he felt that Wei Nanxun was very familiar with this section of the road, as if his eyes could see it. It turned out that he had already planned to hug him, but his hands could not fumble with him during the hug, so he Count your steps ahead of time and measure the distance you are going.

Did Su Yangjiao never know that Wei Nanxun was so careful?

The heart in his chest was beating fast, Wei Nanxun was so kind to him, maybe some things might not be his wish.

During the days when they ate and lived together, if Wei Nanxun had no intentions of him, how could he protect him everywhere and think about him in everything.

Su Yangjiao closed his eyes and leaned on the edge of the tub, letting his long hair fall all over the floor and loosen up, as if his mind was so dense.

Wu Mo was still nagging in his ear: "The servant saw that the master was really kind to his wife. It rained so heavily yesterday, and the master rushed into the forest to look for his wife in a hurry. Anyone who saw it would be moved. The servant yesterday Seeing that the corners of Madam's eyes are still red, my son must have been moved and wept."

Su Yangjiao shrank in his heart and hesitated for a while, "So you think Wei Nanxun was moved by me?"

Wu Mo nodded, dipped his fingers in soap foam, and smeared it on Su Yangjiao's arm.

It turns out that the so-called long-term love is nothing but the reward after being moved.

That's right, why did Wei Nanxun fall in love with him?

It shouldn't be possible.

Just after noon, Su Yangjiao walked into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites. The fourth prince, who usually had his own shield, looked a little more gloomy today.

One of Lang Zhong under the servant Lan Qing was waiting outside the gate of the priesthood. When he saw Su Yangjiao approaching, he bowed his head and said: "Fourth prince, Lan Shilang asked me to come to the fourth prince to ask for the gift list of the Qianqiu Banquet."

Su Yangjiao's small eyebrows flew up.

He pushed open the door and said as he walked: "I am equal to Langzhong Qian, and the doctor can call me by my first name. Since the founding of the country, I, Da Jiang, have stipulated that there is no distinction between princes and officials as long as they are not crowned kings. "

Qian Tang hurriedly nodded in agreement, and said, "Yes, Doctor Su."

There are three systems in the ritual part: priests, masters of ceremonies, and priests. Su Yangjiao is in the priest system. This department is in charge of sacrificial offerings. There is also a chief officer and three foreign officials in the department.

He had already talked to Lan Shilang about the gift list for the Qianqiu Banquet a few days ago. Since it was a birthday gift for the emperor, it must be mysterious to have any surprises. What surprises are there after reporting the gift list in advance?

"Lan Shilang has agreed that I don't need to provide the gift list. Why did you ask me for it again?" Su Yangjiao looked at the head of the outhouse and the three Yuanwailang. The color changed, and the few people who were still chatting and laughing suddenly became quiet.

"Lan Shilang said that submitting the list of gifts is our Jiang country's regulations. This matter is related to the safety of the emperor's Qianqiu Banquet, so it is necessary to provide it. So I hope Si... Su Langzhong can understand a thing or two."

Su Yangjie pulled the chair, sat on it, touched the writing brush on the table with his fingers, and said after a long time: "Well, the birthday gift I prepared for Father is a black Tuomu longbow, Father likes it. For hunting, Heituomu is the most flexible, so I made one myself, then you can write a report and post it."

Qian Langzhong heaved a sigh of relief, raised his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

These four princes are moody and absurd, and in his heart there are 1 people who don't want to have any interaction with him.

But the official rank is overwhelming, and Lan Qing is the most powerful official in the Ministry of Rites under the Shangshu. How dare he, a small doctor, go against the wishes of his superiors.

He thought it was impossible to do this, and he originally planned to leave quickly after a few more words.

Anyway, he has done the matter, and he can't do anything if it can't be done. This is the prince, how dare he force him?

Unexpectedly, although the fourth prince's face is cold and stinky, he is not completely unreasonable, and I don't see any intention of embarrassing him, on the contrary, he is a bit easier to talk to than some adults.

That's what Qian Tang thought when he left the priesthood.

The author says:

Mrs. Wei: Who said Wei was in love with each other for a long time?Obviously it is "day" long love.