Overwhelming mountains and rivers

Shen Qingjun clenched the flute tightly, the knuckles of his fingers turned white, and the flute creaked with his fingers, but he still couldn't hit it out.

Can't do it.

Chu Xuanzhao's hand had already ripped off the belt on his right side.

Shen Qingjun's mouth was finally let go again, before he could open his mouth, he felt a slightly cool hand reaching into his collar and touching it in front of him.

Shen Qingjun's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body froze.

"Chu, let go!"

Taking advantage of his stiffness, Chu Xuanzhao quickly bent over, picked up his knees and hugged him in his arms.

When Shen Qingjun regained consciousness, he had already laid him flat on the bed.

The white jade hole flute has already fallen to the ground.

…………

The military division didn't go out today.

His Majesty did not go out today.

Chu Xuanzhao embraced the mature person sleeping beside him, and his heart was as sweet as honey.

As for how he will die when he wakes up...

Chu Xuanzhao said he hadn't thought about it.

However, he still didn't exert his strength in Dong Xiao, so it should still be...

He's not quite sure.

"...Chu... Xuanzhao..."

Chu Xuanzhao was startled, he woke up?Will you kill yourself?

Chu Xuanzhao thought about it, but found that he had turned over, and there was no movement again.

Chu Xuanzhao's heart felt hot, Junjun dreamed of me?

Chu Xuanzhao was very sweet, but he heard the man mutter again, "You are looking for death..."

"!"

Chu Xuanzhao looked at his sleeping face, his eyes fell on those two lips, his Adam's apple moved, he licked his lips again, and couldn't help but bring his mouth closer.

Before getting close, he saw Shen Qingjun's eyes open for a moment, staring straight at himself.

Chu Xuanzhao's heart trembled violently, and he almost bit his tongue, "Qing, Qingjun, are you awake?"

"Chu Xuanzhao? Why are you here?"

Chu Xuanzhao was taken aback, "Qingjun? You, you don't remember?"

Shen Qingjun closed his eyes, opened them again, this time he really woke up, and then his face instantly turned livid.

Chu Xuanzhao saw that he was silent and his face was ugly, and he was a little flustered, "Qingjun, Qingjun, you hit me? Scolded me? Don't keep talking..."

Shen Qingjun opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain, motionless, like a dead person.

Chu Xuanzhao panicked completely, turned over and got off the bed, knelt down beside the bed, and kept shaking him, "Qingjun, Qingjun, I was wrong, look at me, look at me..."

No matter how he calls, Shen Qingjun keeps his eyes empty, doesn't move, and doesn't speak.

Chu Xuanzhao's shoulders sank, and he sat slumped on the ground. He suddenly grabbed the arm knife on the table, unscrewed it and held it in his hand, "Qingjun, it was me. I couldn't hold back for a while and hurt you. I'm sorry."

After the words fell, the arm knife stabbed straight towards the heart.

Blood dripped on the ground, instantly soaking it all up.

"Qingjun!" Chu Xuanzhao's eyes widened as the arm knife fell, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly covered his bleeding hand.

He opened the drawer and rummaged through it, pulling it hastily, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, golden sore medicine, golden sore medicine...

After he sprinkled the medicine and wrapped it with gauze, he took a breath and looked at Shen Qingjun, "Qingjun, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was impulsive and hurt you, why stop me!"

Shen Qingjun's eyeballs moved, as if it was a bit difficult, this time, Chu Xuanzhao finally noticed something was wrong.

"Qingjun? Qingjun! What's wrong with you?"

"No..." Shen Qingjun moved his lips and bit out a word.

"Nothing?" Chu Xuanzhao put his ear to his mouth.

"No... strange..."

Seeing that he was struggling so hard to speak, Chu Xuanzhao felt anxious and wanted to stand up to find the military doctor, but the injured hand grabbed the hem of his clothes, so he had to step back and gently supported his head.

After waiting for a long time, Shen Qingjun finally opened his mouth slowly, but said very slowly, "I don't blame you, no, it's your responsibility alone. After all, although I didn't want to, I didn't refuse to the end."

Chu Xuanzhao understood that he woke up this morning, he was furious for a while, and his heart was full of anger, and then he was agitated by the anger and lost his voice for a while.

He didn't know how much effort it took for him to stop and get a knife.

Now that I think about it, it's a bit strange, with Shen Qingjun's skill, blocking a knife, why do you need to grab it with your hands like this...

Chu Xuanzhao was heartbroken, he helped him sit up, held him in his arms, and pulled the brocade quilt to cover his blue and red staggered body. Even though he was extremely gentle last night, it was still unavoidable that he left scars on him. some traces.

Chu Xuanzhao kissed him on the forehead, and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry, Qingjun, I'm sorry after all."

Shen Qingjun twitched the corners of her mouth, but couldn't smile, "I, it's over..."

Totally stuck.

Chu Xuanzhao recalled what happened last night, and rubbed his waist with internal energy, "Mr. Qing, don't worry, I won't let you regret it."

"Your Majesty, the ginseng nourishing soup you want is here." Qingzhu knocked on the door, but she did not push it away tactfully.

When Chu Xuanzhao came out of the son's room in the middle of the night last night and asked himself to prepare bath water, he guessed what was going on.

Chu Xuanzhao let go of Shen Qingjun lightly, and put a pillow behind him, "Wait for me, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Chu Xuanzhao quickly came back with a tray, sat on the side of the bed, took a bowl, scooped up a mouthful, blew worriedly, and brought it to Shen Qingjun's mouth.

Shen Qingjun had already regained his strength, pulled out a very faint smile, stretched out his hand, "I'll do it myself."

Chu Xuanzhao walked around his hand with the bowl, and brought it to his mouth, "Your hand is injured, be obedient."

Shen Qingjun looked down at the gauze in his hand, "There is one more..."

Chu Xuanzhao smiled lowly, "If you do this again, I will feed you with my mouth."

Shen Qingjun had no choice but to stop talking.

After feeding all the bowl of soup, Chu Xuanzhao sat down and rubbed his waist again, and said cautiously, "Mr. Qing, since we have already passed this threshold, why don't I rest in your room from now on, you Don't worry, I'm not pushing my feet..., I just think that because of my exercises, my body is hot, so I can just keep you warm."

Seeing that he did not speak, Chu Xuanzhao said again, "If I am trapped in my sleep again, you will be able to save me in time if you find out."

Shen Qingjun thought for a while, "If this is the case, others will be suspicious..."

Hearing what he meant, Chu Xuanzhao didn't object so much, but was worried that others would be suspicious, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't do this every day, I stay for one night every three or two days, and come over quietly at night every time."

Shen Qingjun's complexion changed, "Sounding high-sounding, you are still—"

Chu Xuanzhao made a point.

His purpose is indeed not that simple...

Shen Qingjun laughed at himself, "I used to cover up my identity, I was helpless, but now, I even want to have an affair, living in a covert manner..."

Just because I fell in love with someone I shouldn't love.

Chu Xuanzhao said coldly, "It's okay, you don't have to hide it, I can tell everyone about our relationship. Anyone who dares to say no, I will kill him! Kill until no one speaks!"

Shen Qingjun shook his head, "It still doesn't work. It's enough for you and me to be safe."

He didn't want Chu Xuanzhao to become a tyrant because of himself, and he didn't want himself to be infamous for generations.

Chu Xuanzhao hugged him, but he didn't dare to hug him too hard. After all, he was very tired last night, so it's not good to hurt him again, "You're right, it's best if you and I are well."

Shen Qingjun struggled slightly, "Chu Xuanzhao, I want to get up."

"Get up and do what?"

"I'm not used to lying in bed in broad daylight, and I'm not a patient."

Chu Xuanzhao pressed his face and said in a low voice, "You are a patient."

Seeing that Shen Qingjun's face turned pale, Chu Xuanzhao said anxiously, "I'm not talking about your cold, I mean, you need to rest now, and your hand was injured again..."

He knew that in the past, Shen Qingjun didn't care about cold syndrome at all, but since he promised himself, it seems to have become what he cares most about again.

In the final analysis, he was tired of him a lot.

Shen Qingjun raised his hand and looked, the gauze was very ugly, "It's so delicate."

Chu Xuanzhao hesitated to speak, er, what he was mainly referring to was the fact that he was tortured for half a night last night, but, out of interest, it seems better not to talk about it...

It's better not to say...

Shen Qingjun had already stood up by himself, and as soon as he stood up, his expression became a little weird.

Hiss~, my waist hurts!

I can't feel it when I lie down, but when I stand up, it's like being folded.

However, how could the Lord Pavilion Master take back what he said? He stretched out his hand and pulled off his robe, but before he put it on, Chu Xuanzhao snatched it away, "Don't hold on! Lie down!"

Shen Qingjun was stunned by his roar.

The door was knocked twice hurriedly, "Master!"

Qingzhu was waiting outside the door, his young master had suffered a loss, and he was already very upset, but now he vaguely heard Chu Xuanzhao scolding his young master again, no matter how quiet he was, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"...I'm fine, Qingzhu, you go and rest."

Chu Xuanzhao hugged him, grabbed his knees again, laid him flat on the bed, pulled off the quilt, "Don't get up today."

Shen Qingjun touched his waist secretly.

Seeing the quilt floating, Chu Xuanzhao couldn't help but chuckled when he noticed his movements, "My lord, let me serve you?"

After speaking, he helped him turn over and lay down, and put his hand on his waist.

Shen Qingjun did not refuse, but he refused to spare him, "Chu Xuanzhao, you are too presumptuous, and you have caused me this far. If there is a next time, I will directly abolish you!"

Chu Xuanzhao just smiled, "Okay, okay, let the pavilion master handle it, but, even if I die, I have to try my best next time, next time..., let alone death, even if you kill me—"

Chu Xuanzhao suddenly stopped talking.

Shen Qingjun's grandfather, Shen Yi, was cut to death by thousands of knives.

He secretly glanced at Shen Qingjun, seeing that his expression was normal, he was secretly relieved.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qingjun buried his face on the pillow, and looked up at him, "A thousand cuts to pieces, isn't it?"

Before Chu Xuanzhao could figure out how to answer, Shen Qingjun continued to speak.

"Chu Xuanzhao, you don't have to be so careful, it's all over. I know, I may be sensitive sometimes, but it's just a momentary feeling, and it won't be uncomfortable all the time. You don't have to be so careful everywhere. You and I are no longer outsiders, so we should feel at ease."

Chu Xuanzhao nodded, "Well, I get it. I just don't want to see you suffer."

Seeing you suffer makes me suffer too.

"It's not that much. Even if there is occasional unhappiness in the words, it's just temporary. Ordinary people still have a cold moment when they talk, why should they care so much?"

Chu Xuanzhao smiled slightly, "Understood."

Sensing that the hand rubbing and pressing on his waist gradually turned into a lingering caress, Shen Qingjun raised his head slightly, "Chu Xuanzhao, you'd better not seek death."

Chu Xuanzhao pressed hard, "I'll use my kung fu to press it, press it..."