Once a dead eunuch

Because of the hostage of the Empress Dowager, King Jing Bowen of Lingchuan was seriously injured in the neck.

Of course, it wasn't as serious as Meng Yunshen's neck injury when he committed suicide in the past, but Jing Bowen has been raised in the mansion for two months, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Jing Baiyu was a little worried, and said, "Li Changsheng, I'm going out of the palace tomorrow, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

Li Changsheng was already about to take off his clothes and rest, but when he heard Jing Baiyu's words, he couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that you're looking for your brother Qingya again?"

"Bah!" Jing Baiyu gave him a hard look, and said, "You'd better not mention anything about the past."

During the few months when Jing Baiyu lost his memory, his black history was full.Jing Baiyu really wanted to ask, why did he still remember those dark histories after recovering his memory?

Obviously, they should all be forgotten.

Jing Baiyu said worriedly: "Go to see my little uncle. I heard that my little uncle's injury hasn't healed. How long has it been? Should I call Master to go and have a look together?"

Logically speaking, in Li Changsheng's eyes, Jing Baiyu's master, Feng Zhili, was a bug in the system, there was no one he couldn't save, and there was no injury he couldn't heal.

But now, Jing Bowen's neck injury almost became Feng Zhili's dark history.

Li Changsheng shook his head and smiled, "Don't go, you won't get better if you go to King Lingchuan."

"I'd better go and have a look." Jing Baiyu said, "Otherwise, I'm still worried about little uncle."

Little uncle, little uncle.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng felt a burning sensation in his heart, with a slight sour taste. Since Jing Baiyu confessed that he recovered his memory, he never called him uncle again. The soft and sweet voice was like Li Changsheng's dream.

Li Changsheng had to admit that he was absolutely jealous of Jing Bowen now.

He simply took advantage of Jing Baiyu's worry and threw him, and the two of them fell on the couch together.

"what!"

Jing Baiyu let out a low cry, very short and sharp, because the rest of the cry had been suppressed by Li Changsheng's lips, and he couldn't make it at all.

Li Changsheng's kiss is just like him, sometimes it is extremely gentle, sometimes it is overbearing and unreasonable, paranoid and extreme, but Jing Baiyu is addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

Li Changsheng whispered in his ear: "Isn't uncle here? Xiaobai is a half-hearted and bad boy. Having an uncle is not enough, so he turns around."

Jing Baiyu said vigilantly: "Li Changsheng, what are you doing, get up quickly."

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "What are you doing? Playing hooligans."

"Playing..."

Jing Baiyu couldn't help rolling her eyes, Li Changsheng might be the most frank and straightforward hooligan.

Jing Baiyu wanted to visit Jing Bowen, but he failed on the second day. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already high, and Li Changsheng had already returned in the early morning, and began to drag him around busy, not caring about going to Jing Bowen's place at all.

And Jing Bowen has been bored in the mansion for more than two months, and he feels that his whole body is going to be moldy, and if he doesn't go out, he may be suffocated to death.

However, he really can't go out now!

Jing Bowen turned back and forth on the couch, as if baking a big cake.

"Oh! Boring!"

"nothing to do!"

"depressed!"

Jing Bowen sighed one after another, looking at his face, listening to his voice, and watching his movements, he looked like a healthy person, much healthier than ordinary people, and he didn't look like there was a hole in his throat at all.

Feng Zhili's medical skills are extraordinary, in fact, it doesn't take ten days, Jing Bowen has already returned to normal, except for a light diet, everything else is fine, there is no need to worry at all.

But even so, Jing Bowen still lay on the couch for more than two months.

There is no other reason, Jing Bowen is actually...

Malingering.

Because Jing Bowen found out that during the time he was injured, his young mastermind, Meng Yunshen, who used to be sinister and ruthless, suddenly became very talkative, as tender as fingers, as gentle as a puddle of water.

Jing Bowen changed the dressing every day, and Meng Yunshen did it himself, carefully. As long as Jing Bowen "hissed" a little, Meng Yunshen would apologize softly in a dozen piles, and even helped him brag!

Although it's just nonsense to lie to children, but Meng Yunshen's actions deeply shocked Jing Bowen's heart.

Let Jing Bowen breed an idea to punish Meng Yunshen.

As long as he kept pretending to be sick, Meng Yunshen would be as well-behaved as a kitten. Just thinking about it made every pore of Jing Bowen's body feel comfortable.

In the past, Jing Baiyu didn't remember anything, but she was obedient to Li Changsheng, well-behaved and obedient, and she spoke sweetly, which made Jing Bowen envious, thinking, when Meng Yunshen would treat herself like this, Simply die without regret!

In the blink of an eye, Jing Baiyu recovered, and Jing Bowen's chance came!

"Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door, and Jing Bowen was startled. He quickly grabbed the box hidden under the quilt, opened it, and quickly patted his face a few times, then hid it again, and covered himself with the quilt, "sick" Lie down again.

The small box that Jing Bowen was holding was of course loose powder, the dead white kind, which made him look rosy without a hint of rosiness on his face. This is his latest weapon for pretending to be sick, and he specially asked for it from Li Changsheng. .

"Come in……"

Jing Bowen made a hoarse, dying voice.

The door opened, and indeed it was Meng Yunshen who walked in.

Ever since Jing Bowen was injured, Meng Yunshen had been personally serving him for more than two months without a single complaint.

Jing Bowen was lying on the couch happily, thinking that he couldn't do it, he would have to torture Meng Yunshen for another month, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get back his money.

Meng Yunshen walked to the side of the couch, holding a porridge bowl in his hand, and said, "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch."

When Jing Bowen saw the clear porridge, he immediately felt extremely bored. Birds were about to fade out of his mouth.

Jing Bowen shook his head, resolutely refused to drink, and said in a hoarse voice intermittently: "Yun Shen... so boring... no... how about this! You go and call... call two dancing girls I drank porridge and let them dance for fun!"

"Dancing girl?" Meng Yunshen's face was very calm, but he just raised his eyebrows.

Jing Bowen couldn't nod his head, and said pitifully in a hoarse voice: "Yes, I heard that there is a new actor in the theater, and the little girl looks good. Hey, the most important thing is that she plays the piano very well. You call me Listen."

"Your Majesty..." Meng Yunshen put the porridge bowl aside with a "do" sound.

The voice almost scared Jing Bowen to jump up from the couch, Jing Bowen quickly pretended to be weak.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch..."

"Hey hey..."

Jing Bowen frowned in pain, and said, "My throat... my throat hurts so much, Yun Shen, am I going to die..."

"Yun Shen, after I die, you will be free, right?"

"Yun Shen, I also know that you have taken care of me all these years, and I will miss you even after I die..."

Meng Yunshen frowned as Jing Bowen babbled and died one by one.

Meng Yun sighed deeply, and finally couldn't stand his old monk chanting sutras, and said, "Okay, I'll find you a beauty who can play the piano."

"Really?"

Jing Bowen almost failed, and looked at him excitedly.

But Meng Yunshen didn't take a second look at him, he had already put down the porridge bowl, got up, and left Jing Bowen's room.

"Bam—"

With the sound of closing the door, Jing Bowen turned over and sat up, muttering softly: "It's over, it's over, won't he be angry?"

Suspicious, Jing Bowen picked up the porridge bowl and ate it first, although it was light, he couldn't starve himself to death.

All afternoon, Meng Yunshen didn't show up again.

Jing Bowen started turning pancakes again on the couch, sighing naturally to himself.

"Ugh……"

"Is he really angry?"

"How about I confess to him that I'm cured?"

"No, then he will kill me."

"He is so cruel, I will die without a whole body."

"Ugh……"

"How to do it……"

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't need any beauties playing the piano..."

"Zheng-"

Just after Jing Bowen sighed seventeen or eight times in a row, there was a resentful sound of the piano outside the door.

Jing Bowen sat up again, heartlessly attracted by the sound of the piano, and lost his troubles to the sky.

The sound of the piano is sometimes melodious and sometimes powerful, and every sound is just right and accurate, which makes Jing Bowen feel a little mesmerized.

"This actor is really capable. If he plays the piano so well, he must be good-looking too."

Not long after, the song ended, followed by footsteps and a knock on the door.

It was the person playing the piano, standing outside the door.

"Come in……"

Jing Bowen tidied himself up, and quickly pretended to be sick and lay down, with a look of death on his face.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and someone came in holding the Qin, and placed the Qin not far from Jing Bowen's couch.

Jing Bowen was a little excited, thinking in his heart, the opportunity is rare, why should he listen to another song?How about...

Jing Bowen didn't have time to speak, the actor had already sat down, and started playing again on his own. The sound of the piano was impeccable, the best Jing Bowen had ever heard.

Lingering like water, fragrant like wine, like...

"Ho-!"

Jing Bowen was addicted to it, suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasped in disbelief.

The player who plays the piano is neither an actor nor a beauty, but is it Meng Yunshen?

"Yunyunyunyun..."

Jing Bowen almost jumped up from the couch, restrained himself as much as possible, and almost forgot to pretend to be sick.

"How did you come?"

Jing Bowen asked hoarsely.

The sound of the zither stopped, and Meng Yunshen looked at Jing Bowen indifferently, and said, "Play the qin for Your Majesty, His Majesty wants to hear it."

Jing Bowen's eyelids twitched, and he said, "I... I clearly said that I want to..."

Meng Yunshen said appropriately, "Your Majesty said you want to listen to beauties playing the piano."

"Yes! That's right!" Jing Bowen nodded.

Meng Yunshen spoke boldly, pointed at himself, then at the qin, and said, "Beauty, play the qin."

"Cough cough cough-"

Jing Bowen looked at Meng Yunshen in disbelief. He used to only know that Meng Yunshen was sinister, cunning, perverted, scheming, and inhumane. Only now did he realize that Meng Yunshen was shameless!

beauty? !

Meng Yunshen remained calm, and said, "Oh, Your Majesty didn't hear about it? Yun Shen is a famous handsome man in Dajing."

Jing Bowen didn't hold back, he let out a "bah" forcefully, and said, "If you are famous for being a beautiful man, then I am a peerless handsome man! The most beautiful man in Dajing!"

"Ah--"

Meng Yunshen sneered and said, "There is no name on the list of kings."

"Impossible!" Jing Bowen said firmly: "Nonsense, Gu is so handsome and handsome, how could he be unnamed on the list? You nonsense!"

After Jing Bowen finished speaking, he realized that he might be shouting too loudly.

He hurriedly pretended to cover his mouth, and coughed softly.

Not only was he making a loud voice, but he also turned over and sat up.

At this time, Jing Bowen wanted to rub his hands in secret before lying down, but it was too late.

The beauty playing the piano stood up, stood condescendingly on the edge of the couch, looked at Jing Bowen, and said with a smile: "This beauty is really amazing at playing the piano. Your Majesty has only listened to a piece and a half, and his energy has been greatly improved. Yes. Neither?"

Jing Bowen shrunk his neck in fright, wanted to save himself again, and continued to pretend to be sick, but...

"Gululu-"

Because he sat up too violently just now, the loose powder box hidden under the quilt rolled out with a rumble.

"Snapped--"

Hitting Meng Yunshen's boot, the box fell apart and the white powder inside spilled all over the floor.

it's over...

A burst of sadness rose in Jing Bowen's heart, for himself.

This may be what Li Changsheng once said, be!

And the end of the show...

"It's so deep..."

Jing Bowen stuttered, with a flattering face, and quickly hugged Meng Yunshen's thigh: "Listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..."

"Explain." Meng Yun said concisely and nodded understandingly.

"Actually..." Jing Bowen was speechless.

It is better not to explain than to explain, Meng Yunshen will definitely be angrier after hearing the sophistry!

Jing Bowen simply said like a strong man cut off his wrist, "Don't slap your face, you can do anything else!"

It didn't take long for Jing Bowen to regret it.

Jing Bowen's shouts and begging for mercy came from the room.

"Yun Shen, can you stop spanking too?"