The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 67
"Cen Mu, get the fuck out of here!" Shen Yue had an angry look on his face, when would he, who was always as gentle as jade, be so rude.

Cen Mu had already put on a coat, and because he was too flustered, the wound on his body had not been healed, and the flesh and blood directly stuck to the clothes.

The intense pain spread from the back to the internal organs. Cen Mu clenched his hands tightly to relieve the pain, but there was a casual smile on his face: "It's rare to hear Xiang Chen swearing, and even saw Xiang Xiang come to Wanshou in his lifetime Wujiang Building, amazing! This king is very familiar with this place, pick two good people to serve Chen Xiang, does Chen Xiang like big breasts, or upturned buttocks? Or, men are also fine."

Cen Mu leaned slightly on the imperial concubine chair, the spring light on his chest leaked out, revealing his strong chest, without any fat, every point was just right.Her black hair was tied casually, and those peach blossom eyes stared at Shen Yue with a smile, as if being scolded was also a kind of enjoyment.

"Cen Mu!" Shen Yue called him by his first name and glared at him angrily, "In the past, you just ignored the affairs of the court, but now Prince Gong's thoughts are becoming more and more obvious. This time Su Zixi had an accident, he will definitely make a fuss about it, You actually...you are still here to spend time and drink!"

"Master Shen is impatient, sit down and have a cup of tea." Cen Mu lifted the portable pot with a smile and poured a cup of tea, which was just full, and the steam was dense, diluting the faint smell of herbs and incense in the room .

"You!" Shen Yue was about to scold Cen Mu when someone from Cen Mu came in outside the door.

"Lord Shu, this is a newly formulated medicinal material. I have tried it and it should be useful for His Highness's wound." The man did not expect that Shen Yue would be in the room, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Shen Yue calmed down slowly, only then did he realize that there was a smell of herbs in the air.However, because the incense in the room was too strong, it covered up a lot of breath.

"Are you injured?" Shen Yue remembered the blood on his sleeve that day, and most of his anger dissipated.

Cen Mu glanced at the person who came in, and signaled Shu Jia to take him out.

"Skin trauma, it's okay." Cen Mu restrained his expression and coughed lightly.Before calling Shu Jia out, the whole person was shackled by Shen Yue, "Shen Yue, what are you doing!"

Shen Yue lifted his clothes, seeing the blood stains on the clothes and the scars on Cen Mu's back, he stopped his movements suddenly.

There are still some scars under the hideous wound, which seems to have been aged for a long time.

The messy scars overlapped one another, and there was nothing good about Cen Mu's body except his face.

"What's going on?" Shen Yue's voice was surprisingly cold.The strength in his hand relaxed, for fear that the movement would hurt Cen Mu too much.

Cen Mu threw the robe aside in disapproval, since he had already seen it, there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Careless." Cen Mu signaled Shu Jia to give him medicine. "This king will be alive and kicking after lying down for a few days."

"Accidentally? Will you be whipped if you are not careful? Will you hit the sword?" Shen Yue laughed angrily, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable. I don't know if it was because Cen Mu didn't cherish himself, or because of something else.

How dare he drink after suffering such a serious injury!
"Chen Xiang, are you worried about me?" Cen Mu grinned, and then grinned in pain because of Shu Jia's unsteady strength.

Shen Yue has returned to his normal and cold appearance: "Your Highness is a body of a thousand gold, of course I am worried."

Cen Mu sighed: "You are really boring, you have this face that rejects people all day long, and you were cuter just now when you were swearing."

(End of this chapter)