Quick Wear: When the Affectionate Male Supporting Character Gets the Script of a Cool Stories

After leaving the place surrounded by the crowd, Zhou Chengyin breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned again, revealing an expression of strain.

Shen Jianqing is an adult male after all, so it is no problem for him to just carry her to the bed in two steps on weekdays.

Not only was he injured today, but he also had to carry someone and walk such a long distance, so he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

Zhou Chengyin took a deep breath and pinched Shen Jianqing's waist: "Ah Qing? Ah Qing, wake up."

"...Hmm?" Shen Jianqing slowly woke up and opened his eyes. His eyelashes trembled. He had closed his eyes for too long and his vision was a little confused. "Cheng Yin? Where are we now?"

The most important thing is to stay away from Jiang Xu, that terrible devil.

He was really scared. Jiang Xu was a madman!

As long as Jiang Xu wants to, he can do anything!

At present, his strength is not enough to compete with this devil, so he can only avoid his edge temporarily, as Cheng Yin said, and wait for the future.

"Cheng Yin!"

Shen Jianqing suddenly grabbed Zhou Chengyin's collar and said, "I want to learn martial arts! I want to learn martial arts now!"

Zhou Chengyin was caught off guard. The pain swept over him and rushed straight to the top of his head. At that moment, everything in front of his eyes was dark. He forced himself not to cry out in pain, but he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The strength in my hands that had been tense for a long time suddenly relaxed.

This time it was Shen Jianqing's turn to be caught off guard. He fell to the ground with a thud, tears welling up in pain, "Chengyin you..."

Zhou Chengyin endured the pain from his internal injuries and squatted down to check on Shen Jianqing. "I'm sorry, I lost my grip. Are you hurt?"

Shen Jianqing held out his hand aggrievedly: "What do you think?"

Zhou Chengyin said: "It's all my fault. Let me see what you've done when you fell back."

Shen Jianqing: "You rascal! It's already this hour, and you're still thinking about this!"

Zhou Chengyin sighed. How could he think about such things in his current state? This injury would take at least half a month to heal.

He has to think of new countermeasures after returning. Since Jiang Xu and others refused to accept his toast, he can only plan his great cause on his own.

I just hope Jiang Xu and the others won’t regret it by then.

Zhou Chengyin's face turned cold. He pulled Shen Jianqing up from the ground and was about to call someone to prepare the carriage when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

When he travels on weekdays, it seems that no one is following him, but in fact, he has secret guards with him, but no one notices.

There was such a big commotion just now, but the secret guards didn't show up. Don't they want to save their lives?

This isn't right.

Zhou Chengyin vaguely smelled danger, covered Shen Jianqing's mouth, asked him to keep quiet, and tried to blend into the crowd on the street and disappear.

It was already dark when we returned to the inn, but fortunately the guards staying at the inn were still there.

"We can't stay here anymore, we have to leave tonight." Zhou Chengyin ordered, "Pack your luggage immediately and prepare a few sets of clothes for ordinary people."

Although his secret guards were puzzled, they still followed his orders.

Shen Jianqing didn't understand: "Why? Are we going back to the capital now?"

Zhou Chengyin's expression was solemn: "Aqing, I'm afraid we can't go to the capital."

The only enemies he made in the underworld were Duan Zhufeng and Jiang Xu.

Jiang Xu could kill him at any time. He had many opportunities just now. There was no need to go to great lengths to start with the secret guards around him.

Duan Zhufeng is even less likely to do that. People with the surname Duan don't even want to get involved with them.

Now that rumors were spreading, the only force Zhou Chengyin could think of that wanted to take his life was the capital.

His brothers and sisters must have received the news and knew that he had accepted their father's secret mission. They might want to take this opportunity to kill him outside the palace.

"Then where are we going next?" Shen Jianqing asked, "Where else can we go if not to the capital? To Jianzhuang? What about my father's body? My mother is still waiting for me in Jianzhuang."

"It's hot now, and it doesn't seem appropriate to carry a corpse with you on a long journey."

Zhou Chengyin felt a little impatient, but he restrained himself from showing it on his face. He interrupted Shen Jianqing's chattering.

"Ah Qing, these are not your concerns. Just stay by my side and be good."

"I will have someone take care of your father's body. Don't think too much about it."

His tone was gentle and his eyes were full of sincerity, as if as long as he was there, he wouldn't have to worry even if the sky fell.

Shen Jianqing nodded involuntarily, "Okay."

He leaned obediently into Zhou Chengyin's arms, unaware that the secret guards beside him had different thoughts.

Although the master promised to properly arrange for Shen Qian's body, they have not received such an order since Shen Qian's death.

The once-mighty swordsman who was the best in the world is probably now rotting in a mass grave, and it is unknown whether his hands and feet have been eaten by wild dogs.

The secret guards were terrified, as expected the imperial family was the most ruthless.

The master appears to be so gentle to Young Master Shen, but he still deceives him behind his back.

After calming Shen Jianqing's emotions for a while, Zhou Chengyin reorganized his thoughts and changed his mind.

"We can't leave overnight. We will be more visible at night. The martial arts conference is over, and all the martial artists who have stayed in Cangzhou in the past few days will leave. Tomorrow we will leave the city in secret."

One of the secret guards asked, "Where are we going after we leave the city?"

Zhou Chengyin narrowed his eyes, and his expression looked murky under the candlelight.

"Go to Changzhou."

The secret guards looked at each other and were shocked.

The master is going to Changzhou in person! After waiting for all these years, is this day finally coming?

late at night.

Zhou Chengyin couldn't sleep and tossed and turned in bed.

He turned over and looked at Shen Jianqing's carefree sleeping face and sighed silently.

How come Jiang Xu happened to be the one wading into this muddy water?

Shen Jianqing was woken up by him and rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Cheng Yin, can't you sleep?"

Zhou Chengyin hummed and thought helplessly, isn't this obvious?

There was a rustling sound from the quilt. Shen Jianqing moved into Zhou Chengyin's arms and took the initiative to hug him.

"You have something on your mind. Are you thinking about Jiang Xu and Senior Brother? Or something else? Tell me."

When Duan Zhufeng was mentioned, Zhou Chengyin's face turned unhappy and he corrected him, "Do you still want to call him Senior Brother now?"

Shen Jianqing stuck out his tongue: "I'm used to it. I won't do it again. Maybe I was wrong to be with him from the beginning. He should have been named Duan, and he shouldn't have appeared in our Shen family."

He sighed.

Zhou Chengyin had no intention of comforting him, as he was indeed thinking about other things.

He has been hiding his power in Changzhou for so many years. Once he makes a move, there will be no turning back, and he can only hit the target with one strike, otherwise he will lose everything.

He only had 5,000 private soldiers in Changzhou. If he captured Changzhou City, he would have 5,000 more soldiers to defend the city, but military supplies were a problem.

Over the years, he racked his brains and intrigues to get money, and almost all of it was invested in raising private soldiers in Changzhou.

He chose Changzhou because it was remote and had many mountains. He could keep a group of private soldiers in the mountains without being discovered. However, there were advantages and disadvantages.

Changzhou was poor, and even if his people captured the city of Changzhou, they might not be able to get the financial support needed for the rebellion.

The main reason why he was looking for the dragon totem was that he wanted to get the treasure indicated by the totem in order to purchase military supplies.

Zhou Chengyin gets a headache when he mentions this totem.

There have been many trivial matters these days. Shen Qian and Fu Hong fell one after another, and there was no news about the Dragon Totem at all.

The only information he had gotten so far about the last appearance of the Dragon Totem was from Shen Jianqing, but he had lost his memory after falling off a cliff, and even lost his memory of the totem.

Zhou Chengyin wondered, if he hadn't shown up, would he still be with Shen Jianqing?

"A Qing." He called him.

Shen Jianqing raised his head from his arms, confused: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Chengyin asked: "Do you really not remember anything about that totem? The wound on your head has long since healed, but you still can't remember anything now?"

"totem……"

Shen Jianqing frowned and tried hard to recall, and some images really appeared and flashed in his mind.

There was an old beggar who gave him the totem before he died.

then……

"What happened next? When you fell off the cliff, was the picture on you? Before I rescued you, did anyone else appear and leave?"

Shen Jianqing followed Zhou Chengyin's words and recalled.

"No, no, you were the only one I saw when I woke up. I thought the totem was something important, so I kept it close to me. Later..."

He closed his eyes, and some images vaguely flashed back in front of his eyes. He couldn't tell whether they were dreams or reality, but to him who had lost his memory, they seemed like real things.

Picture, it seemed to be in his clothes. After his injury healed, he asked the people who served him for his clothes.

The clothes were torn by tree branches and could no longer be worn, but they were sewn by his mother and he couldn't throw them away, so he kept them.

After that, Zhou Chengyin bought him a lot of new clothes and new things. He had a box to store his own things, and the old clothes were gradually pushed under the box.

"wait!"

Shen Jianqing had a flash of inspiration. He suddenly threw off the quilt and rushed out of bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and ran out.

Zhou Chengyin was looking forward to it and hurried to follow.

After searching through boxes and cabinets in the middle of the night, I finally -

They searched for the dragon totem that had been circulating in the martial arts world for a long time in the secret pocket of Shen Jianqing's old clothes.

They didn't know that there was a pair of eyes that simultaneously took in their joy.

Jiang Xu curled his lips and smiled, Go ahead, go find treasure.

The route given to them on the totem was not the fastest route that was to jump directly from the Cliff of Unfeeling to the bottom of the valley, but a circuitous route that Duan Jiuxiao had drawn up in order to prevent the wrong people from getting the treasure map.

When Zhou Chengyin and his men finally find the place after much difficulty, they will be devastated to find that if they go directly to the Cliff of Unfeeling and jump down, and then walk a distance, they will reach the treasure directly.

After the collapse, he thought, since he was here, it wouldn't be a loss as long as he found the treasure he wanted.

Then they took great time and effort to have people empty the Duan family's cenotaph, and secretly used the gold and silver treasures to purchase military supplies.

At that time, Zhou Chengyin would collapse again, because he would find out that the treasures he had spent manpower and material resources and had worked so hard to move were actually some scrap copper and iron painted with gold.

Not only that, the most valuable items were actually copper and iron, because there were even stones among the fake treasures.

Then Zhou Chengyin would have conflicts with the black market sellers because of his tricks, and it would surely be another embarrassing scene.

After this series of events, when Zhou Chengyin recovered, the situation of the Great Zhou Dynasty should have changed long ago.

"Have you packed your luggage? We have to leave early tomorrow morning."

Duan Zhufeng walked in from the outside, wiping his hair. His tall and straight figure was reflected on the screen, swaying with the flickering candlelight in the window, and his shadow was dim.

As soon as he entered the room, his sight dimmed and fell on Jiang Xu's legs swinging back and forth on the bed.

Jiang Xu's underwear was loose, and she was lying on the bed with her legs crossed. The dim candlelight cast a soft glow on her fair calves, which were as shiny and delicate as white porcelain fresh from a kiln.

Jiang Xu's whiteness is not the sickly kind, but rather reveals a sense of being pampered. The skin on his calves does not look loose and soft, but rather is full of strength.

Duan Zhufeng will always remember those beautiful legs wrapped around his waist and the force of the kick on his shoulder.

He really liked the delicate and warm touch of Jiang Xu's skin, and every time at that time he would reach out and circle that beautiful and delicate ankle.

Use the rough fingertips from holding the sword for many years to feel Jiang Xu's delicate skin.

He also remembered that there was a spot on his ankle that made Jiang Xu sensitive.

When she couldn't bear it anymore, she would pull back, and then kick him with all her strength.

The result is that they will fight.

Isn't it a strange kind of interest?

As those sweet images like honey flashed through his mind, Duan Zhufeng couldn't help but smile slightly.

The originally slightly stern face was like a soft cloud falling from the sky, melting into the lake, and making everything soft.

Jiang Xu knew Duan Zhufeng well enough to know what he was thinking from just one move. He glanced at his charming smile, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You know we have to leave early tomorrow morning. What are you thinking about after taking a shower late at night?"

Duan Zhufeng put down the cotton cloth, coughed lightly, touched his nose, and was too embarrassed to speak or deny.

He really didn't control his brain.

Duan Zhufeng walked to the bed and sat down: "Just thinking about it."

Jiang Xu snorted and laughed, turned over and leaned against the head of the bed, picking up the tassel on the bed curtain and playing with it.

The toes, which were so white that the blue veins could be seen, had climbed to Duan Zhufeng's lower back at some point and pressed hard on the man's waist.

Duan Zhufeng's expression changed slightly, his eyebrows moved slightly, his dark eyes contained a dark light, and fell on Jiang Xu. His big hand also reached behind him and grabbed the foot of a certain sect leader who was causing trouble.

The man said in a low and slow voice: "Since you know that, don't tease me."

As he spoke, he closed his fingertips and pinched Jiang Xu's ankle hard, not too hard, as a warning.

Jiang Xu raised his eyebrows, quickly retracted his feet, rolled into the bed, closed his eyes and said concisely: "Okay, let's go to sleep."

So straightforward?

Duan Zhufeng stared at his suddenly empty palm in a daze, a hint of regret flashed across his eyes, then he shook his head helplessly, stood up, turned off the lights, and returned to bed after a while.

After a while, the man lay on his side, moved forward, and held the person in his arms. His hand also grasped Jiang Xu's wrist, so it was no longer empty. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep with contentment.

"...It's hot." Jiang Xu protested and tried to move forward to escape from the heat behind him.

"I'm not hot." Duan Zhufeng followed closely.

Jiang Xu: "If you are not hot, then I am hot."

There was silence on the bed for a while, and then Duan Zhufeng's voice sounded again.

"All right."

Jiang Xu felt his back suddenly getting cold, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In order to hold him to sleep in such hot weather, he even used his internal strength. This guy really does everything he can.

After a while, Jiang Xu could no longer bear it: "Duan Zhufeng, you...it's my turn."

Duan Zhufeng was silent for a moment: "...Don't worry about it."

Jiang Xu: "...I suddenly miss the leader Duan who was so polite at the bottom of the Cliff of Unfeeling."

Duan Zhufeng lowered his head and buried it in the back of Jiang Xu's neck, and said in a muffled voice: "That's Shen Zhufeng, not Duan Zhufeng."

Jiang Xu: “?”

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