Self-cultivation after the cannon fodder

What Zong Qihao asked for was naturally a marriage with the person in front of him.

"Who else does Ah Ning think there will be?"

Zhu Sining turned his head away from looking at him: "How would I know if you didn't tell me."

Zong Qihao didn't respond any more, but squatted down on his own, and took off Zhu Sining's shoes.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhu Sining panicked, he hadn't dug the hole yet, and Zong Qihao actually bypassed it and chose another road.

Zong Qihao picked up another red thread, chuckled and said, "I won't be able to leave after tying it, Ah Ning."

Lifting up the pants to reveal the ankles, the bright red silk thread was wrapped around the snow-white skin. Zong Qihao tied it carefully, leaving a section so that it would not be too tight.

"It's so loose, it feels like it's bound to fall." Zhu Sining began to express his opinion, "I think it can be tighter."

Zong Qihao glanced at him inexplicably: "Are you sure?"

If you jump in by yourself, if you tighten it up a bit, you will be completely tied up.

I can't go away anymore.

Zhu Sining's eyes flashed: "There's nothing to be sure about this. If it's loose, I will trip."

"I haven't been able to walk yet, I just want to go this far." Zong Qihao pressed his fingers on Zhu Sining's ankle, adjusting the tightness bit by bit.

Wherever Zong Qihao pressed his fingers, there was a feeling of numbness, and Zhu Sining felt uncomfortable and turned his neck away: "Hurry up, okay, it's almost enough."

He was the one who said to adjust just now, and he is the one who is urging now.

Zong Qihao was about to say something when he saw Zhu Sining's toes curled up from the corner of his eye.

The hand that was about to be retracted stopped, and instead held Zhu Sining's ankle, his fingers slid across the smooth skin.

Zhu Sining's knees trembled slightly, bending a small arc.

"Aning..."

"What's wrong?" Zhu Sining turned his head, "What are you doing, aren't you alright?"

Zong Qihao changed his voice: "It's nothing."

I didn't notice these changes.

There is no one who can stay here.

Zong Qihao smiled and said, "It's ready, do you want to try it?" If it's difficult to serve, it's all his own fault.

"Try what? How else can I try this?" Zhu Sining tugged at the red thread, "Will this break?"

Zong Qihao said meaningfully: "You can try." He wanted to leave after being tied up, but there was no door.

Feeling a little dangerous, Zhu Sining put down his hand obediently, opened another wine cup, and took a big gulp.

The wine usually served with banquets in the palace is flower and fruit wine, which is sweet and moistens the throat, more like fruit juice, and it will not be intoxicating if you drink too much.

Zhu Sining smacked his mouth: "What kind of wine is this?"

"This year's flowering period hasn't arrived yet, this is last year's sweet-scented osmanthus wine." Zong Qihao picked up a cup and motioned Zhu Sining to pour it for him.

"It's pretty sweet." Zhu Sining walked away from Zong Qihao's hand, "I don't give it to you, there's more over there, take it yourself,"

Zong Qihao went to look for another in the food box according to the words: "It seems that there is no more, last year's drink is finished, and the rest should be the peach blossom wine from the beginning of the year, this drink is not bad..."

Turning the wine cup in his hand, Zhu Sining said: "I haven't drunk peach blossom wine yet, please bring it here and show me."

In order to observe the red blood, Zhu Sining said before that he would kiss Zong Qihao to see. Now that the red blood has dropped to 20.00%, he has not yet taken any specific action.

Gotta try it out tonight anyway.

Zong Qihao came over with two wine cups, opened one for Zhu Sining, and opened another for himself.

Zhu Sining took a sip and watched without blinking.

Zong Qihao pressed his slender fingers on another wine cup, smoothly pulled out the cork and shook it.

Sensing Zhu Sining's gaze, Zong Qihao raised his head: "Why don't you continue to eat? Didn't you insist on bringing the leftover lotus leaf chicken?"

Zhu Sining bit the mouth of the wine cup and said vaguely: "I think this is not as sweet as osmanthus wine."

Zong Qihao pushed the osmanthus wine cup back in front of Zhu Sining: "You drink this."

In response, Zhu Sining handed over the peach blossom wine cup in his hand: "Do you want to try this?"

The one of Zong Qihao hadn't had time to drink it when it was opened, and it was standing loudly, reflecting the sky, stars and moon, and exuding a little fragrance.

Raising an eyebrow, Zong Qihao did not refuse.

Zong Qihao only took a sip, and Zhu Sining couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Is the osmanthus wine better?"

Glancing at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand, Zong Qihao said helplessly: "Yes, co-author Aning thinks it's not good to drink, so give it to me if you don't want to waste it."

The red blood bar didn't move at all, Zhu Sining was not satisfied, stared at Zong Qihao and said: "No, drink more."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zong Qihao didn't argue with Zhu Sining much on this aspect.

He lowered his head slightly, and unbuttoned a few buttons above the collar, where the color became lighter due to sweat soaking, revealing a little skin color, and the outline of the muscles inside could be vaguely seen.

Zhu Sining only glanced at it for a few times, then turned his head away and didn't dare to look at it any more.

The last time I had a nosebleed for no reason in the bath, it was embarrassing.

If blood is spilled here again...

Zhu Sining chose to die.

He was ashamed to fall in love with Zong Qihao again.

Seeing that Zong Qihao was about to finish drinking the peach blossom wine, and the red blood bar still didn't move, Zhu Sining shook the half of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine he had left, ready to move.

Now that he has admitted it, he can't be cowardly. Why don't Zong Qihao recover too much strength, and the two of them are at odds with each other, maybe he still has the upper hand...

Seeing Zong Qihao's mouth slightly opened, Zhu Sining immediately said, "I want to kiss you now."

Zong Qihao was stunned for a moment, his eyes were full of smiles: "It turns out that Ah Ning is ready."

Hey, Zong Qihao dared to say that he held grudges, but he himself still remembered.

Picking up the wine cup and pouring it down his throat in one breath to strengthen his courage, Zhu Sining grasped Zong Qihao's shoulders and pressed his lips close.

The teeth collide with each other, and the soft mouth has a rusty taste, mixed with the sweet aroma of flower wine, and the slightly drunk aroma of grass and trees.

Zhu Sining's kiss was outrageous and disorderly, and he didn't quit when he heard Zong Qihao's breathing gradually becoming weaker.

"A-Ning..." Zong Qihao made a gasp between panting, and suddenly exerted strength in his upper body, put one hand on the back of his neck to support him, and turned back to hold Zhu Sining down.

Above the head is the Milky Way with shining stars, and Zong Qihao's dark black pupils.

Zhu Sining's heart was beating like a drum, and just a little movement would usher in a more violent attack.

Just a simple kiss was not enough, Zong Qihao's hand was not idle, dragging Zhu Sining's hand from behind to the earlobe, from behind his ear to his neck.

Zhu Sining's clothes soon became the same as Zong Qihao's.

It was even looser than him, with Zong Qihao's hands holding his neck, Zhu Sining could only let Zong Qihao slaughter him powerlessly.

"Osmanthus wine is indeed better than peach wine." Zong Qihao laughed softly.

Zhu Sining tried hard to open his eyes, but the truth was that he could barely open them a crack, and the sound of panting was louder than Zong Qihao's. Zong Qihao's hand wandered somewhere, causing him to tremble all over.He wanted to shrink back and escape, but he couldn't move.

Zhu Sining felt ashamed and his teeth chattered when the routine failed and he was suppressed

: "Zong... Zong Qihao..."

"What's wrong?" Zong Qihao's voice was quite gentle, as if he was whispering with concern.

Except it's a lot hoarse than usual.

The cool wind rushed in from Zhu Sining's collar, but it also became hot the moment it touched the skin.

Zhu Sining's strength was only enough for him to call his name, and then he forgot what he was going to say next.

"What did Ah Ning want to say? I'm listening." Zong Qihao bent his eyes and bit his earlobe.

Trembling, Zhu Sining finally regained some consciousness: "Can't...can't be here..."

The sky is sitting on the ground, and Jiang Wei and a group of palace people are waiting for them below.

Zhu Sining didn't dare to think about the consequences of that.

Probably worse than death.

Zong Qihao just smiled, and even kissed deeper.

Zhu Sining grabbed Zong Qihao's collar and couldn't push it, but he couldn't stop him from moving.

Nothing worked, Zhu Sining gradually gave up.

In the future, thinking about the routine Zong Qihao is just stupid, digging a hole and burying himself this kind of experience, once is enough.

Zhu Sining closed his eyes, tonight he will pretend he can't see, just... just...

Huh, Zong Qihao didn't seem to move.

Zhu Sining opened his eyes.

Zong Qihao picked up the wine cup on the side and took a sip. His voice was calm and hoarse: "Osmanthus wine."

"That's mine." Zhu Sining hadn't reacted yet.

"I'll let you go today." Zong Qihao finished the rest of the osmanthus wine. He said he had to wait, and he had to wait until the end.

"what……"

Zhu Sining still couldn't believe that Zong Qihao let him go so lightly. He was so violent just now, as if he was about to swallow him.

"When your leg recovers," Zong Qihao put down the wine cup, picked him up, and walked up the stairs, "You won't be able to run away then."

Suddenly suspended in the air, and suddenly brought into the not so bright stairwell, Zhu Sining could only hug Zong Qihao's neck tightly, and was led downstairs step by step.

"His Majesty--"

Seeing Zong Qihao and Zhu Sining come down, Jiang Wei hurriedly led the palace people to welcome them.

Behind him was a palace man who brought a coat, Zong Qihao took it, put it on Zhu Sining, and said: "Go and clean it up."

Jiang Wei took the order, and the palace people behind him acted quickly.

Going downstairs is always easier than going upstairs, Zong Qihao took Zhu Sining downstairs after a while, and put him back on the wheelchair.

The palace servants also cleaned up, and hesitantly went forward to report to Jiang Wei.

Zong Qihao turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Deeper and heavier..." Jiang Wei mumbled and offered a pair of shoes.

——After Zhu Sining took off his shoes, he didn't put them on again.

Zhu Sining: "..."

Although he didn't do anything, he didn't want to see anyone anymore.

Zong Qihao laughed, took the shoes with a natural expression, and squatted down to support Zhu Sining's feet.

The bright red line makes this foot more delicate and white.

Zhu Sining was very nervous: "Hey, you...don't need to wear it, you'll be back soon."

It's fine to be a queen, and Zong Qihao doesn't have to go to this level before being a queen.

"Deeper and heavier," Zong Qihao finished Jiang Wei's unfinished sentence, "A Ning can't be frozen."

Zhu Sining blushed.

In terms of routines and digging holes, he is destined to lose to Zong Qihao.

Underneath his coat, his collar was still undone.