Self-cultivation after the cannon fodder

Zhu Sining tilted his foot and suddenly forgot how to walk.

Ruined.

He didn't dare to look at Zong Qihao, so he could only stare at an open space in front of him.

Seeing Zhu Sining not moving for a long time, Zong Qihao raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you leave? Did you feel good if you didn't leave just now?"

He took a step forward, and Zhu Sining took a step back.

Before Zong Qihao could continue his movements, Zhu Sining took a few steps back, quickly ran back to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down instantly, and added a loud sentence: "I'm already asleep."

He didn't even press the horns.

Zong Qihao was almost annoyed, but he hasn't said what to do yet.

Leaving a few lamps in the corner for illumination, Zong Qihao rolled onto the bed.

First press the quilt for Zhu Sining.

He just pulled up a corner of the quilt, Zhu Sining's eyes immediately opened a slit secretly, and Zong Qihao looked at him expressionlessly.

Throwing up a corner of the quilt to leak air, Zhu Sining shivered: "Cough... Your Majesty... What are you going to do?"

Zong Qihao: "Sleep."

Feeling that the cold wind that sneaked into the bed hadn't dissipated yet, Zhu Sining shivered again: "Is it a verb or a noun?"

Having lied to Zong Qihao for so long, if it was a verb, Zhu Sining felt that he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning.

"What else could it be?"

Zong Qihao was about to be pressed down by the horns, and when he turned around, he saw Zhu Sining huddled under the quilt making a quail, his eyelashes fluttering.

"Is it that cold?" Zong Qihao lay down and asked, "Are you still scared?"

Zong Qihao continued to ask: "When will it be good?"

Zhu Sining didn't respond.

"Ok?"

"Before...." Zhu Sining added in a low voice, "When you were talking with Lu Guifei."

Zong Qihao asked again with a smile, "Eavesdropping?"

"No," Zhu Sining opened his eyes and replied confidently, "I'm behind the screen, you didn't notice."

Zong Qihao suddenly turned his face and looked at him: "Are you willing to open your eyes this time?"

Zhu Sining muttered a few words, his voice was too low for Zong Qihao to hear clearly.

"Say what? Louder."

Zhu Sining straightened his expression: "I was wondering if I could beat you."

"What's the point?" Zong Qihao was very patient. If Zhu Sining can grow smoothly according to the established route, it's really hard to say who will win and who will win, but now...

"I suddenly want to fight you."

"Do you want to fight now? I'll let you have one hand."

"Okay." With such a big concession, there is no reason why Zhu Sining should not, "you are allowed to use your right hand, don't say I bully you."

"I'll go first." As soon as the words fell, Zhu Sining made the first move, turning over and pressing on Zong Qihao.

Zhu Sining lowered his head and smiled at Zong Qihao, but suddenly changed his hand and struck Zong Qihao's ear.

His breathing became heavier, but the expression on Zong Qihao's face did not change. He raised his right hand to block Zhu Sining's attack.

"You only have one hand." One hand was grabbed, and Zhu Sining showed Zong Qihao his free right hand.

"Continue." Zong Qihao wanted to see what tricks Zhu Sining could play.

The left hand in the palm of the right hand was still very restless, Zong Qihao slightly increased the weight, while guarding against Zhu Sining's right hand.

Zhu Sining adjusted his posture, leaned down slightly, and looked at Zong Qihao.

His left hand quietly climbed up Zong Qihao's waist by his side.

Zong Qihao squinted his eyes and said hoarsely, "Zhu Sining—"

The right hand on the waist side is very flexible, with the fingertips moving upward bit by bit, and soon to Zong Qihao's

; Neckline.

With the fingers retracted into a fist, the wind blows.

Unable to move, Zong Qihao could only tilt his head to avoid it.

However, Zhu Sining's goal was not this at all. He quickly opened his fist at the neckline and began to pull Zong Qihao's collar.

A different kind of warmth flowed randomly in front of his chest.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Zong Qihao's eyes were almost red. At first, he was a little scared when he saw Zhu Sining, but he still wanted to take steps step by step. He didn't expect Zhu Sining to be so active.

"You can't let His Majesty always take the lead."

Zhu Sining's ears were red, but his face was still calm.

Zong Qihao took a deep breath, his nasal cavity was filled with the sweet and grassy scent, and he allowed Zhu Sining to move.

Zhu Sining recalled what Zong Qihao did on the top floor of Lanyue Pavilion, and copied it again.

It took three times to untie Zong Qihao's belt. Zhu Sining's nose was already sweating, and his hair could no longer be maintained at some point, and it all fell down.

"It's in the way... this." Zhu Sining brushed away the hair that blocked his view, but didn't touch his own hairband.

"Your Majesty—" Zhu Sining drew his voice, "It was agreed not to use the left hand."

Zhu Sining's hairband is on Zong Qihao's left hand.

"A-Ning is too serious, do you want more?" Zong Qihao raised his left hand, his sleeve slipped off, revealing the red line on his wrist.

"Of course." Zhu Sining pulled back the hair tie and tied her hair in a mess.

He fastened his hair tie and suddenly forgot what to do next.

Zong Qihao waited for work with ease, and urged: "What else?"

forgotten.

Zhu Sining panted heavily, and simply grabbed Zong Qihao's collar and kissed it directly.

Anyway, it's all his fault, Zong Qihao will definitely not let him go, why not take the initiative,

The tied hairband was torn off again, and Zhu Sining, who had taken the lead before, retreated steadily, humming with tears in his voice.

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The only thing Zong Qihao was lucky about was that he didn't have to go to court the next day.

When he awoke, it was broad daylight.

Not wanting to get up at all, Zong Qihao rubbed his temples. After such a fuss yesterday, the matter of Zhu Sining lying to him was just so fooled, so it's not easy to pursue it.

But don't take advantage of it... How could it be possible, Zong Qihao wouldn't be a man anymore if the flesh in his mouth let him fly.

Being with Zhu Sining, you will be shocked from time to time, and you will also get a lot of surprises.

Usually Zhu Sining would not get up early, let alone now, it would be nice to be able to get up at the usual time.

Zong Qihao raised his hand to pull the quilt for him, and took out a crumpled hair tie from the quilt. Yesterday, this hair tie failed to play its role in the end, and Zhu Sining finally gave up on retying his hair , Of course, not having the strength to look for it is also a reason.

The image of Zhu Sining sleeping with his eyes closed has always been well-behaved, Zong Qihao stared at the blush in the corner of his eyes for a while, thinking about whether Zhu Sining would be angry when he wakes up and finds his current appearance.

I didn't cry when I said goodbye to my father and brother. Last night was really pitiful.

Otherwise, I'd better help him tie the headband first, and try to coax him a little better.

Gently pulling Zhu Sining's hair out and tying it up, Zong Qihao sat for a while, remembering that he had to have a meeting with a few courtiers, so he got up and got out of bed.

After leaving the dormitory, Jiang Wei, who was on duty outside, bent over and whispered to remind him of today's schedule.

He got up late, a lot of things have gone with the trend

Moved later.

After making some adjustments, Zong Qihao couldn't help but return to the dormitory to see Zhu Sining.

"A-Ning... can you get up?"

Zhu Sining opened his eyes a little, and slowly opened them to see the person in front of him clearly.

The eyes are empty, and the area around the eyes is more red than rouge, and there is still a little water in the sparkle.

After moving, Zhu Sining tried to sit up a little.

"Your baby is dead."

After speaking, he fell back on the bed.

"Okay," Zong Qihao suppressed a smile, "Then you have a good rest, I have to leave beforehand."

"Go, go," Zhu Sining said weakly, "Work hard."

As expected, the emperor was a hard worker, and the general manager laughed, but the queen only needed to enjoy the fruits of his hard work.

Seeing that he was really tired, Zong Qihao didn't bother anymore, and left after making sure that he had no other discomfort.

Zhu Sining didn't get up until noon, and he was limp and weak when he raised his hands. The appointment of Concubine Xu Shu and Fan Chongrong to report in the afternoon was also temporarily cancelled.

After Zhu Sining got up, the palace servants explained Zong Qihao's itinerary clearly, explaining that Zong Qihao didn't not come on purpose, but there were too many things to do, so he couldn't come here for the time being.

"Is that what he said?"

Zhu Sining drank a lot of water, but his voice was still a little rusty.

The palace man nodded.

"If he has something to do, he should go to work, what to do with so much talk," Zhu Sining was inexplicable, "I won't help him."

He doesn't need Zong Qihao to be with him all the time, Zong Qihao can handle everything well without relying on him, there is no need to explain so much.

The palace man choked.

His Highness is really confused. If His Majesty was not worried about him, he would not have asked them to clarify these things again and again.

Zhu Sining slumped on the chaise longue, closed his eyes and waved for people to retreat: "I thought it was something, isn't it the same as before."

It would be better if Zong Qihao wasn't here, he begged him so much last night and still refused to let him go.

What a night of loss of dignity.

Zhu Sining didn't want to remember at all.

What's even more irritating is that the system only sent two progress points!

two!

The moment Zhu Sining saw the system interface, he wished he could pass out on the bed.

These two progress points are sorry for his efforts!

The spicy chicken system is so stingy!

Why Zong Qihao can complete the task so easily, he has to suffer so much.

Zhu Sining complained depressedly for a while, then fell asleep on the chaise longue.

After getting enough sleep and getting up again, it was already dark, and the candles were lit, and Zong Qihao was sitting on the other side reading a book.

The candlelight hit his face, tracing the contours of his face. His facial features were handsome and his eyes were clear, like a quiet mountain.

It's the look that Zhu Sining likes very much.

The atmosphere is so peaceful and peaceful that it makes people intoxicated. I don't know what night it is.

He lay down and watched for a while, his thoughts slowly emptied.

"woke up?"

Noticing Zhu Sining's gaze, Dashan moved and walked towards Zhu Sining.

"Yeah." Zhu Sining spoke with a nasal voice, "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten yet."

Zong Qihao had listened to the palace man's report as soon as he arrived, and Zhu Sining didn't eat much when he got up at noon, and he must be very hungry after lying down until now.

After helping him to sit up, Zong Qihao moved his fingers and untied the hair tie that was tied at the end of his hair in the morning, and handed it to the palace servants to replace it with a new one.

After combing his hair and putting on his coat, Zong Qihao opened his arms again to hug him.

"No, I'll go by myself." Zhu Sining gently pushed him away.

"I'm used to it," Zong Qihao took a step back, "I don't need to hold you?

Can I? "

"Of course." Zhu Sining felt that he had recovered a lot, and it was not a problem to move around without going out, "I'm not that weak."

Zong Qihao followed behind him: "Don't go so fast, slow down."

Feeling very down-to-earth, Zhu Sining walked around the hall before sitting down.

"So happy?"

Zong Qihao scooped up a bowl of hot soup for him.

"I slept a little too much today, and I'm very energetic now." Zhu Sining's eyes were bright, and Zong Qihao's shadow was clearly reflected.

Zong Qihao was watching while he was drinking the soup.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

The dishes tonight are a bit bland, mostly liquid food, but Zhu Sining is not picky about food, as long as he likes his appetite, he can eat a lot.

It's quite easy to raise.

Zong Qihao picked up the bowl and hid the smile from the corner of his mouth: "I thought you wouldn't get up until tomorrow."

That's right, it affects the appetite too much.

Zhu Sining squinted at him: "Are you proud that I can't get up?"

"Not proud," Zong Qihao coughed, seeing that he was eating happily and his lips were still moist red, he couldn't help adding another sentence.

"...Continue to work harder next time?"

I can't eat this meal.

Zhu Sining put down the bowl: "Your Majesty, do you really want to fight with me?"

"Don't dare," Zong Qihao coaxed him, "You eat first."

If Zhu Sining really wanted to fight, he would definitely not be able to fight, so how could he be willing.

He said that he was still very energetic, but Zhu Sining's eyes were a little hazy after eating.

I slept almost all day today, and I didn't do much activity. I was worried that Zhu Sining would wake up in the middle of the night after sleeping too much, so Zong Qihao simply put down his work and played cards with him.

Play couple cards.

Two people, the difficulty is low, and Zhu Sining's spirit is not good, the two have their own winners and losers.

Zhu Sining yawned: "Every time I play with His Majesty, there are only two of them. If there are more people, Your Majesty will definitely not be able to guess what card I am holding. I must be the winner."

In the past, Zhu Sining was only invincible in the Qin-Wang Palace, but now he is invincible in the harem.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the stove was lit in the hall, so it would not be cold all night, so Zhu Sining lay down on the bed first.

"Sleep well tonight."

Zong Qihao covered the quilt for him, leaned over, and touched his lips lightly.

"Forget it," Zhu Sining exposed him mercilessly, "That's because you have to go to court tomorrow."

"I don't have to go to the morning court, let alone this..."

Zong Qihao laughed, and just about to continue, Zhu Sining covered him: "It's late, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed! Good night, Your Majesty!"

He really didn't have the strength to do it again...

The palace servants withdrew, the bedroom door was quietly closed, and a few candles in the corner were like tiny stars.

Zong Qihao hugged the person beside him, closed his eyes, and there was a clear fragrance of grass and trees in his nose.

"Good night, Aning."