Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

Xiao Langjun left at night

When he touched the wooden hairpin in his hand, he was stunned. It was so clean that there was no pattern at all, but it felt good to the touch. Xu Yanqing held the wooden hairpin and supported his body with his soft arms, lifting himself up slightly. a bit.

Now he can finally see what the man with him looks like, the man is still asleep, his face is handsome and noble, his complexion is as fair as fine jade, he has a light mustache and chin. short beard.

Xu Yanqing looked sideways, the man was no longer the kind of young and frivolous young gentleman, he had the elegance and dignity that he had experienced for years.

Coupled with the loose bun on the man's head and the cold and distant clothes, Xu Yanqing thought that this man might be a Taoist priest.

Now he was a little panicked, as soon as he traveled through time, he fell asleep with a Taoist priest with a sense of demeanor and non-worldliness. Regardless of who slept with whom, Xu Yanqing felt a little bit guilty of blasphemy.

The main reason is that this man's golden, precious and shining appearance is a big trouble at first glance. He hasn't figured out what his identity is at the moment, so how could he allow himself to get into this kind of situation? I can't afford to mess with people.

So Xu Yanqing rested for a long time, and when the pain in his body subsided a little, he hurriedly reached out to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on, then fled the scene of the crime quickly.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun." Seeing Xu Yanqing coming out of the room, a young servant who was guarding in the corner hurried over.

The place where Xu Yanqing was wounded was at the critical point. Every step he took, his toes looked like a dancing "mermaid" stepping on a sharp knife. When he saw the young man coming to help him, he leaned against the young man with a pale face.

At this moment, he didn't bother to ask the boy what to do, he was afraid that the man in the room would wake up, so he hurriedly urged the boy to help him out of the yard in the dark.

"Lang Jun." The servant helped Xu Yanqing into the carriage, and he stared at the bruises on Xu Yanqing's neck in horror: "Biao Gongzi, he has already left Zhuangzi..."

The young man with red lips and white teeth was nestled in the carriage, lying on the servant's body weakly, his face was pale and weak, and there was a trace of water on his eyelashes as long as crow feathers, which was caused by pain. A pair of clear grape eyes were slightly red and swollen, and there was something indescribably pitiful.

The boy looked at his lord with complicated eyes. His lord was the most domineering and arrogant in his daily life. How could he ever look so pitiful? He didn't know what he had gone through.

The pain in Xu Yanqing's body originally weakened a little while he was resting, but then he was busy running.

Even though there was a servant supporting him, it didn't weaken a little bit. On the contrary, the pain became more and more intense at this moment, almost making him faint.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Xu Yanqing said with the last bit of strength: "Don't go back home..." Then he passed out.

The little servant was startled, tested his husband's breath with his fingers in fear, touched his forehead, and hurriedly told the groom outside to drive in another direction.

Xu Yanqing had a dream. He dreamed that in the year of his college entrance examination, he buried himself in the door writing the test paper, and outside the door was the sound of his parents arguing hoarsely.

Listening to those endless quarrels day after day, Xu Yanqing felt extremely tired, so tired that he didn't even have a chance to breathe, and then he allowed himself to sink into the darkness.

Mu Yu was so panicked that he shouldn't have allowed his husband to do such unbearable things. As a result, not only did Lang Jun fail to achieve his wish, but he also included himself in it wholeheartedly.

He didn't dare to ask the doctor, so he went to the pharmacy secretly to get the medicine under the doctor's scrutiny, and then hurried back to the yard.

Xu Yanqing started to burn, in order to prevent others from discovering the traces on Lang Jun's body, Mu Yu only asked his servants to boil hot water and put it outside the door, and then he brought it in to wash Xu Yanqing's body briefly.

The white underclothes was torn, Xu Yanqing's body was bruised and bruised, although it looked scary, but there was no real wound. This high fever was not all due to the pain in his body, perhaps it was more due to his serious concerns.

……

Things were too chaotic tonight.

At the beginning of Mao, Yin Yanjun stroked his painful forehead and woke up. A rare look of bewilderment appeared on his face like a crown jade. He sat up from the bed, and his hair, which was not fixed by a wooden hairpin, fell down, and his black hair scattered randomly on his shoulders.

Recalling what happened last night, Yin Yanjun lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were as clear as a sharp sword light, he raised his hand to take the scattered clothes beside the bed, the Taoist robe was already wrinkled out of shape, so he could only He got up and took out another shirt from the closet and put it on.

"Officials." There were two knocks on the door.

Yin Yanjun sat on the edge of the bed with loose hair, and said coldly and handsomely: "Come in."

The visitor walked into the room and knelt down in front of Yin Yanjun: "It's not good for slaves to protect the master, please punish the officials."

"Then kneel!" There was a red mark on the neck of the rustling Taoist in Tsing Yi, like a wound caught by someone's fingers. Hair tied up.

During the action, the collar would inevitably scratch the wound on his neck, causing him a tinge of pain. Yin Yanjun knelt down in front of the book case, his fingers flicking open the book paused slightly, and he lowered his eyes and fell into a rare daze .

Wen Jing knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move. He had selfish intentions in not stopping the young gentleman who broke into the official's room yesterday, but this selfishness cannot be mentioned to the official.

With a stern face and drooping eyelids, Yin Yanjun threw the scroll in his hand on the table with a coldness of repelling others thousands of miles away, and he finally said, "Kneel here."

Wen Jing got up and moved to a place, and knelt down at the first place under Yin Yanjun.

"Where is the person?" He said this abruptly, but Wen Jing understood that the official's question was the young gentleman who broke into this room last night.

"Xiao Langjun left at night, and his subordinates did not go after him." In the courtyard, the officials only brought him a guard, so he naturally couldn't take care of one thing and lose another, so he could only let the little Langjun leave.

Yin Yanjun rubbed his fingers, raised his fingertips to touch the wound on his neck, and vaguely recalled the scorching heat of the young man's palm, as well as the crackling sounds from the pain.

Wen Jing looked up carefully at the official's expression, but saw Yin Yanjun lowered his eyes, and said in a flat tone, "Go back to the palace and suffer the punishment yourself."

Wen Jing bowed his head: "This subordinate takes orders."

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In the small courtyard, Xu Yanqing did not sleep soundly, and was awakened by an unspeakable soreness in his body while he was half asleep and half awake.There was a mess in his head, like a ball of string scratched by a cat, and he couldn't figure it out.

Because of the high fever last night, it was as if he had just been fished out of the water. His hair stuck to his face in strands, and his body was also sticky and uncomfortable.

What was even more strange was that he felt a soreness and burning sensation on the back of his neck. Although it was not uncomfortable, it could not be ignored.

Lying on the bed, Xu Yanqing hid his head under the pillow. After a long time, he finally woke up from the cloudy feeling by sniffing.

If there is no mistake, he should be a soul wearer, and the memory of the original body has gradually become clear in his head at this moment.

The original body was also called Xu Yanqing, the second son of Marquis Wu'an of Daliang, a young man who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth.There is also an elder brother above, now he has been granted the title of Marquis of Wu'an, and he loves Yuan Shen's younger brother in every possible way.

As a result, the original body inevitably acted a little informally. Of course, it sounds nice to say informality, but in fact it is stubborn and domineering.

There is a person in Yuan's heart that he admires very much, that is, his cousin, a distant cousin of his mother's Su family.But this cousin had another love in his heart, so he did some very bad things, and finally tried to drug his cousin, planning to cook raw rice.

The cousin had long been exhausted by the original body's various methods, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and resorted to a method to make the original body drink the cup of tea.

This is the root cause of what happened last night, but I don't know who is the Taoist priest who fell asleep by him by mistake.

"Mu Yu come in." Xu Yanqing raised his hand and scratched his neck, which was a little hot and sore, and finally sat up from the bed with difficulty, and called out the door.

Mu Yu, who had been guarding the door for a long time, quickly opened the door and walked in. He stared at Xu Yanqing in a panic, and saw that his husband seemed to be fine, so he let go of his high-pitched heart. If something went wrong, I'm afraid that Lord Hou, his wife and the eldest son will peel him alive.

"Go get hot water, I want to take a bath." Xu Yanqing's body was so sticky and sticky, and the clothes on his body were even wet and stuck to his skin, which made him unable to bear it for a moment.

Mu Yu nodded, trotted out and gave instructions to the servants outside, and soon there were servants carrying buckets of hot water outside the door.

After driving away those servants, Mu Yu immediately picked up two buckets of hot water and poured them into the tub behind the screen. After doing this several times, he helped Xu Yanqing, who was exhausted all over, into the tub.

Lying in the hot water, Xu Yanqing finally felt comfortable. Behind him, Mu Yu washed his black hair, and saw a red mark on the back of Xu Yanqing's neck, so he asked, "Is your neck uncomfortable? ?”

The mark seemed to be scratched out by Mr. Lang himself, so Mu Yu didn't suspect that it was because of the man that Mr. Lang slept with last night.

Mentioning his neck, Xu Yanqing seemed to feel the numbness and swelling again, he applied a hot handkerchief for a while: "Maybe I'm allergic to something, apply some medicine to me later."

Last night, Mu Yu took the medicine for swelling from the doctor, and applied the medicine to the obvious parts of Xu Yanqing's body, so naturally he didn't dare to touch the hidden places.

So after Xu Yanqing had finished taking a bath, he mysteriously stuffed the wound medicine into Lang Jun's hands.

Xu Yanqing coughed softly, avoided Mu Yu's gaze and took the medicine, then hid in the bed silently with a blushing face and applied the medicine to herself.