Self-cultivation after the cannon fodder

After thinking about it, Zhu Sining understood Zong Qihao's anger very well.

"I won't go to the library by myself in the future, and I will ask His Majesty to go with me." Zhu Sining promised.

Hearing the desired answer smoothly, Zong Qihao's expression brightened: "It's good that Ah Ning knows."

Even if there are no state affairs to deal with, Zong Qihao must work hard to enrich himself, broaden his horizons, and read more books.Zhu Sining took another side, found a pen and paper, and sorted out his thoughts on the suspenseful reasoning in the book.

"Aning is still interested in the criminal law?"

At some point, Zong Qihao actually put down his book and sat next to Zhu Sining.

"Criminal law?" Zhu Sining closed the book, only to realize that this book was a collection of criminals in the past 20 years.

No wonder he felt that some cases had no beginning and no end. After only half of the investigation, there was no further details. It turned out to be unsolved cases.

Zhu Sining said sincerely: "No, I'm not interested, I just like to guess who the murderer is."

Sentencing is the final step, and Zhu Sining generally skips it hastily.

This kind of book actually still has this kind of view. When Zong Qihao reads this kind of book, he pays more attention to how to judge and whether the sentencing is appropriate.

"I thought Ah Ning was going to make progress." Zong Qihao shook his head with a smile. This collection is quite solid, and he knew which one it was when he saw the outer cover. Sure enough, he was thinking too much.

"You have failed His Majesty's expectations."

The ashamed Zhu Sining silently raised the book and covered his face.

There is a thick wall of books between them.

"Isn't it heavy? Doesn't it hurt to hold the book like this?"

Zong Qihao had a good time, looking at Zhu Sining's slightly trembling wrist, waiting for when he couldn't hold on and fell off.

Zhu Sining said: "It's sour, it's too heavy."

The two got so close that Zhu Sining buried his head in the pages of the book: "When I think of His Majesty's expectations of me, I will be ashamed to meet His Majesty."

Zong Qihao only saw a few relatively short loose hairs on Zhu Sining's head trembling, sticking up like a handful of fresh grass that just grew.

Zong Qihao stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

"doing what?"

Zhu Sining moved away from the book, raised his hand and grabbed Zong Qihao's wrist: "You can't touch this."

This is the antenna, it will affect his signal reception.

No wonder he always felt unable to read the book, it turned out that Zong Qihao was disturbing him.

"Cough..." Zong Qihao let go of his hand, "Okay, I understand."

Having said that, Zong Qihao couldn't help but twirled his fingers that were tucked into his sleeves, and secretly raised the corners of his lips—this little bunch of hair is soft, but it can't be suppressed no matter what, it's quite amusing .

I kind of want to touch it again.

Seeing Zong Qihao staring at him all the time, Zhu Sining just asked what the other person was thinking without even thinking about it. Before going to sleep, he did not forget to warn Zong Qihao: "You can't touch a man's head, and the head is not tall. If you touch it, I will double touch it back, and let's all be dwarfs together!"

In order to prevent Zong Qihao from committing crimes based on his height, Zhu Sining specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "double".

——Zong Qihao touches his antenna again, and he will bear the revenge of being shorter than himself.

Originally, Zong Qihao was about to let go, after all, he was always doing these actions in front of people, with so many people watching, it was normal for Zhu Sining to be unwilling.

As a result, I heard this sentence just as I was about to close my eyes.

dwarf?

Zong Qihao imagined it silently. If it could be reduced, he hoped that Zhu Sining could be reduced to a size that he could carry with him, so that he could take it with him wherever he went. It would definitely be fun.

The more he thought about it, the more Zong Qihao couldn't fall asleep all at once, and Zhu Sining who was next to him had already met Zhou Gong.

Although the two of them slept on the same bed, they always slept in separate beds, even with a quilt for each of them.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Zhu Sining slept inside again. It didn't take long before he felt the heat and kicked off the quilt, exposing most of his body.

Zong Qihao got up and covered him, Zhu Sining felt the heat and then kicked him away.

He didn't kick very hard, and there was a quilt between the two of them, Zong Qihao only felt as if some small animal was scratching it gently.

It was quite comfortable.

The satin quilt of Jiaofangdian was very smooth, unlike the one used by Zong Qihao's bedroom, and it had to be embroidered with dragon patterns everywhere, making it very uncomfortable to cover.

Zong Qihao once suspected that Concubine Lu Gui, who was in charge of internal affairs, was messing with herself.

It was later discovered that this was a rule set by Tai-zu and cannot be changed.

The ancestor cheated his grandson, Zong Qihao could only admit it silently.

Anyway, now he comes to Zhu Sining more often, and he doesn't need the bedding over there.

In this palace, apart from Zong Qihao, I wish Si Ning the best use, but Zong Qihao's utensils are more gorgeous and beautiful, so he can sacrifice practicality and comfort, and Zhu Si Ning is as comfortable as possible.

The quilt would be kicked away if it was fully covered, so Zong Qihao simply covered Zhu Sining with half of it.

Zhu Sining's trousers were half rolled up due to the movement, and his fair skin was coated with a layer of warm yellow under the light. Zong Qihao sat up and watched quietly for a while, reached out and grabbed Zhu Sining's feet, and moved Zhu Sining's feet away.

It was just enough to hold it with one hand, and the thin ankle was full of bones to the touch, as if it would break if it was pushed hard.

Even though I eat so much, I don't grow any meat. It seems a bit of a loss to raise it like this...

Zong Qihao was thinking boredly, and with the other hand he pulled up Zhu Sining's trousers, but his sharp eyes noticed something wrong with the color of his skin.

Lifting up the trousers directly, a large bruise came into view.

The black and blue edges have faded to light brown, but the center is almost purple, and the blue blood vessels are extremely ferocious on it.

Zong Qihao whispered: "A-Ning—"

Zhu Sining didn't respond.

Zong Qihao didn't dare to touch it, but he couldn't leave it alone, so he got out of bed and asked someone to get the medicine box.

This was the first time Zong Qihao called someone in the middle of the night after staying in Jiaofangdian.

The palace servants who heard the sound were a little nervous: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"Where's the medicine box? Go get some ointment for reducing swelling and blood stasis."

The palace servant still hesitated: "...Does His Majesty want to use it?"

Zong Qihao glanced at her: "I seem to be able to use this?" Only a reckless person like Zhu Sining would bump himself so badly.

"Yes, yes, yes." The palace man hurriedly fetched the medicine box and took out several medicines in succession. Just as he was about to introduce them, Zong Qihao impatiently took her hand and told her to back down.

The palace servant said yes, watching Zong Qihao enter the inner hall with a bunch of medicine bottles, he was still in a daze.

His Majesty came out specially to help His Majesty ask for these things at this time...

Does this mean that their lively, lovely, kind, considerate and beautiful Highness has finally come to the fore?

It's really gratifying, she wants to share this good news with others immediately, and prepare a bowl of red bean porridge for His Highness tomorrow morning.

On the other side, Zong Qihao sat by the bed, carefully reading the instructions on the ointment.Only one bottle of these ointments has been used to reduce swelling. Although the other unopened ones also have this effect, they are obviously incidental.

Zong Qihao picked up the unsealed bottle, there was only a slight finger mark on it, and he didn't use much at all.

No need to ask, Zhu Sining must have forgotten the back of his head after using it a few times.

Zong Qihao dug out a large piece of medicine and applied it to Zhu Sining. He didn't dare to use too much force, and slowly applied a thick layer.The ointment is oily and slippery, and it is still unsightly on the bruised skin.

In fact, Zhu Sining should have rubbed it with medicinal wine just now, but Zong Qihao didn't dare to do it, Zhu Sining didn't seem to be able to bear the pain, so he decided to apply the ointment and take it slowly.

Judging by the look on the palace man's face, ten to one must have misunderstood.After taking so many medicine bottles, the official medicine that Zong Qihao could use was deliberately mixed in by the palace people.

If you misunderstand, just misunderstand, Zong Qihao will not explain this to a palace official, and...

It's not bad to be misunderstood.

Zong Qihao, who was in a good mood, put away the remaining medicine bottles one by one and put them on the bedside.

Putting down Zhu Sining's calf trousers that had been smeared with ointment, Zong Qihao thought about it, and wrapped Zhu Sining in the quilt, pushed his own quilt away, and shared a quilt with Zhu Sining.

He stretched out his arms to hug Zhu Sining, and fixed him, lest Zhu Sining move at will and rub off the ointment.

Everything is satisfactory, the only regret is that I can't find that pinch of stubbornly curled hair.

——He subconsciously ignored the fact that Zhu Sining sleeps very well at night.

As long as he fell asleep, Zhu Sining would not move around, and he could stay in the sleeping position until dawn.

Just today, it feels a little weird.

Half asleep and half awake, I always felt that this sleep was not as comfortable as before, as if something was tied to him, and he was still a little hot.

"A-Ning..." This was Zong Qihao's voice.

Zhu Sining opened his eyes in a daze: "Is Your Majesty going to court again?"

"I won't go to court today." Zong Qihao woke up naturally after sleeping, feeling refreshed.

"Oh." With a perfunctory reply, Zhu Sining lowered his eyelids, wanting to go back to sleep.

There is a big difference between his schedule and Zong Qihao's. Even if he has had enough sleep, his long-term habit still prevents him from getting up at this point.What's more, for some reason today, he didn't sleep very comfortably, which made him even more reluctant to leave the bed.

Zong Qihao patiently pulled him out of the bed: "A-Ning, it's time to get up. It's dawn."

"I don't." Zhu Sining closed his eyes, "It's not lit, it's still dark."

Zong Qihao: "..."

Supporting him to sit up and leaning against the soft cushion at the head of the bed, Zong Qihao said: "Can't you get up? It's very late now."

Compared to Zong Qihao's usual wake-up time, this was indeed late, but compared to Zhu Sining's usual wake-up time, it was considered very early.

"I can't get up, don't." Zhu Sining muttered, his whole body was about to fall down, and fell back on the bed again.

Zong Qihao caught it in time, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "You really won't get up?"

He only had this little time to hang out with Zhu Sining. Although he didn't go to court, after breakfast, he was going to summon some of his officials for a small meeting.

Zong Qihao wants to hurry up and have breakfast with Zhu Sining.

Especially today, according to the attitude of the others in the harem towards Zhu Sining, this breakfast must be wonderful, and he doesn't want to miss it.

Zong Qihao threatened: "If you don't get up again, I will touch your head."

"You can touch it, as long as you let me sleep." Zhu Sining took the initiative to hug Zong Qihao, and slept in his arms in this position, "Touch whatever you like, touch it as you like."

Anyway, when he gets enough sleep, he will double touch back.

The person in his arms breathed lightly, and looked extremely docile with his eyes closed, Zong Qihao couldn't bear to insist on waking him up for a moment.

"Ah Ning, are you getting up?" Zong Qihao lowered his voice while embracing Zhu Sining with one hand, biting Zhu Sining's ear carefully, and smoothing Zhu Sining's hair with the other hand, "Let's have a meal together." How about breakfast?"

Zhu Sining suddenly felt as if his whole body had been electrified, and a carp sat up straight.