Jianling

Zhong Xuan suspected that he had been tortured too much by Chu Wanzhen, so he had a dream that was more extreme than usual. He was ten thousand times more reckless than usual, yet seeing Meng Xing with such a phony appearance, he could still feel a passionate longing gushing from his lower abdomen. This kind of cognition made the sober part of his mind very disgusted.

In the second half of the dream, Meng Xing pressed on his body, like a beautiful and dangerous poisonous snake, Shen Shenxuan tried to open his eyes in shock, but his body was unconsciously intoxicated by it, waiting for him to run back after all the hard work. In reality, he was sweating profusely and panting, but the heavy weight in the dream had not disappeared. Shen Zhongxuan lowered his head to look at his body, only to see a snow-white arm stretched across his chest.

Zhong Xuan jumped almost subconsciously, and the people around him were also shocked by him. When he turned his eyes sideways, Meng Xing's frowning face came into view.

Zhong Xuan didn't expect him to come back so early, his throat tightened for a while, and it took him a long time to speak: "Ah Xing?"

Meng Xing closed his eyes and said something vaguely, but Shen Zhongxuan didn't understand, so he could only lie flat in fear, fearing to disturb Meng Xing.

When did Meng Xing come back?Always by his side?

Shen Zhongxuan curled up his toes nervously, suddenly felt the wetness in the bed, and instantly even his scalp was about to explode, so he immediately lifted Meng Xing's arm, swung it aside with others, picked up the quilt and jumped out of the bed, Meng Xing stared inexplicably and ran out of the room.

After Shen Chongxuan finished drying the quilt cover and went back to the room to change clothes, Meng Xing lay on his side on the couch with his head on his elbows, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Yuan Yuan, do you want to be a teacher?"

Shen Zhongxuan put the toilet utensils he brought on the washstand, turned around and pulled out a Taoist robe from the dust-proof door from the cabinet, not daring to look back at him: "Yes."

"I should bring you some clothes from Yundu. You haven't bought any clothes for yourself in the past three years." Meng Xing seemed to be unable to see his stiffness, and still chatted with him enthusiastically, "Wan Zhen Are you still obedient? Did you accompany her to the Lantern Market last night?"

Shen Zhongxuan lifted his clothes, hid behind the screen, and responded sullenly: "I don't pay attention to food and clothing. Your Highness is fine. I went last night."

Meng Xing looked at the screen and asked again: "It's not a girl, so you don't have to avoid being a teacher like this."

"...It's getting late, Ah Xing is ready to get up too, I'll comb your hair."

Meng Xing lay back on the bed, and lazily said: "I came back very late for the teacher, sleep a little longer."

After Chang Chongxuan changed his clothes, he poked his head out from behind the screen, and sure enough, he saw Meng Xing lying on the couch, sleeping very soundly.

Shen Zhongxuan hesitated for a moment, took out a quilt from the cabinet again, carried it to Meng Xing's side, and patted Meng Xing's face with his hand: "Master, cover the quilt well, take off your clothes before going to bed."

"Hmm." Without opening his eyes, Meng Xing casually pulled the quilt across his stomach and waved to him, "Go."

Shen Zhongxuan responded, but his hand didn't leave his face, but patted it again, and then he let out a sigh of relief, and added to make up for it: "Then you go to sleep."

But the moment he walked out of the room and turned around to close the door, he felt his heart beating like a drum, and he felt like stepping on the tip of a needle in just a few short steps. The dense needles catch the flaws.

Shen Zhongxuan raised his right hand and silently watched the palm that accidentally touched Meng Xing's lips when he patted Meng Xing's face just now. In an instant, even the strands of his hair were clamoring for excitement and guilt. He lowered his head and kissed quietly on the palm of his hand.

It's too much.

he thinks.Such a sober cognition is like a flood that broke through the gate, and it was so turbulent that it washed away his rationality.

Shen Zhongxuan suppressed his breath, stepped back quietly, and walked opposite to Meng Xing in the room.

——But enough is enough, I am satisfied.

The school field was originally the place where the disciples of the Pichen sect practiced martial arts. Most of the inner disciples were led by the first disciples to learn some superficial swordsmanship. Mr. Zhengdao taught in person.

As soon as Shen Zhong Xuanfu walked to the school grounds, he always got up early, and today he was delayed with Meng Xing for a while, so it's not too late now, only a few of Pichen's disciples have arrived, and Chu Wanzhen hasn't arrived yet.

Daoist Qingzheng saw him at a glance, and smiled at him, Shen Zhongxuan also smiled back, and took the initiative to talk to her: "Mr. Dao, I'm late."

"It's nothing, you don't want to learn the Pichen Sword." Qing Zheng Daojun lowered his voice and asked, "How were you and Your Highness last night?"

"Fortunately, she didn't conflict with me either."

Daoist Qing Zheng has been worrying about his relationship with Chu Wan for the past few days, and he was relieved to hear that he and Chu Wan really had no conflict: "It seems that you are not so incompatible."

Shen Zhongxuan lowered her head and smiled softly: "She is not a bad person, she is not a wicked person."

He had to convince himself like this, after all, with Chu Wanzhen's stalking courage, he was really not sure that Meng Xing would not be tempted.

And in terms of personality and appearance, Chu Wanzhen and Meng Xing are a perfect match.Relying on Meng Xing's status in the world, and seeing how favored Chu Wanzhen is among the heirs of the emperor, maybe the two of them will really be recognized by the world.

"You can think like this, Pindao is very happy."

Zhong Xuan smiled noncommittally at her, when Chu Wanzhen happened to walk into the school grounds, holding an unfinished meat bun in his hand, when he saw Zhong Xuan, he immediately hid the bun behind his back.Shen Zhongxuan thought that she no longer begged herself, and most likely had to quarrel with him as usual before she could practice her sword properly, but she didn't want Chu Wanzhen to walk over with crooked eyebrows and a particularly flattering smile, sticking to his side Obediently smiled at Daojun Qingzheng: "Good morning, Daojun!"

Daoist Qing Zheng rarely saw her so obedient, so he raised his eyebrows for a while, and said: "Good morning, I will not bother you if you are poor."

As if she had been pardoned, Chu Wan picked up Shen Chongxuan and ran towards the shadow of no one. She staggered Shen Chongxuan, and frowned suspiciously at her: "What are you doing?"

Chu Wanzhen looked around to make sure that no one cared about them, so she hurriedly grabbed the bun, and took out the sachet that Shen Chongxuan had shown earlier from her bosom.Shen Zhongxuan was confused by her, so Chu Wanzhen explained to him mysteriously: "Is Master coming back soon?"

After a heavy pause, he whispered, "I've come back."

Chu Wanzhen dealt with the half of the steamed stuffed bun in threes and fives, and her beautiful apricot eyes immediately became foggy, which made me even more pitiful. Before Shen Chongxuan could speak, Chu Wanzhen was already looking at him with teary eyes: "Brother, help me."

"...What?" Shen Zhongxuan glanced at the sachet she handed over, "Cut a section of A Xing's hair for you?"

Chu Wanzhen was taken aback by him, and her pretty face flushed slightly: "How can that be, isn't that a hair knot... If you have to do this, brother, I won't sue Master."

Zhong Xuan sneered: "Dream."

Chu Wan really guessed that he would not be so kind, so she held back her eyes, stood with her hands clasped in front of her, and bowed to him devoutly: "Brother, please help me—don't want your hair, don't think too much about it. "

"...tell me the story."

Chu Wanzhen winked at him: "I heard from Daojun that you, brother, are ingenious and handy, and you are especially good at sewing... Didn't the master drive back all the maids who are close to me? You have to do everything by yourself, and you can't do it yourself." Well, I can only rely on my senior brother... the dearest and most virtuous senior brother in this hall, okay?"

Shen Zhongxuan glanced at the dissimilar mandarin ducks on the sachet, and said, "How are you going to give it to him?"

"Put it quietly in Master's room." Chu Wanzhen lowered her head and said shyly, "How embarrassing to send it in person."

"He never cleans the room." Zhong Xuan said with a calm expression, "And with this mandarin duck's face, he might think it was someone's secret post."

Chu Wanzhen: "..." She scratched her head unconsciously, and said aggrievedly, "Why is it so unbearable?"

Shen Zhongxuan pondered for a moment, then asked again: "When will you give it to him?"

"I will embroider as soon as the senior brother embroiders."

Zhong Xuan thought to himself, don't think about it in this life.

But he just thought about it, his face was still calm as before, and he said lightly: "There is nothing I can do to help."

Chu Wanzhen let out a scream, hugged his arm desperately, and pretended to cry: "No, senior brother, please help me - when the master is unwilling to accept it, I will say that it was you who embroidered it, and it was a little thought from the two apprentices. Otherwise, I would be ashamed if I failed!"

Shen Zhongxuan wanted to brush her hand away, but there was a sudden pause, Chu Wanzhen's superiority over him has killed all his secret hopes, but when it comes to this sentence, his unseemly thoughts are like dense weeds , Before the spring breeze passed, it had already sneaked up.

If Meng Xing refuses...then nothing will change.

Could he understand that Meng Xing wouldn't even like Chu Wanzhen, a woman with a high status and bright appearance, and he wouldn't like anyone else in the future?

...Is it okay for him to continue living like this?

Even after he avenges himself, he will imitate his mother and become a teacher, and he will no longer have any master-student status with Meng Xing... Even if they are both men...

Chu Wanzhen shook her hand in front of his eyes, with a pitiful expression: "Brother?"

Shen Zhongxuan was interrupted by her, and the moment he came to his senses, he immediately felt guilty for his narrow and selfish calculations.

Even if he is a teacher, what can he do... He can't do this, Meng Xing will be sad, and he can't leave Meng Xing.

"Senior Brother, I've already called you Senior Brother." Chu Wanzhen shook his sleeves, very sincerely, "Please, really."

Shen Zhongxuan swallowed his saliva, fixed his eyes on the sachet, hesitated for a long time, in his heart, the battle between heaven and man was hard to tell, and finally met Chu Wanzhen's eager gaze, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Tomorrow night you."

Chu Wanzhen immediately cheered, and even the people at the Pichenmen were not consciously alarmed, and only excitedly tugged on the sleeves of Shen Xuan: "Thank you, brother!"

Zhongxuan opened her hand and interrupted her joy coldly: "Show me the third reenactment of Jianling."

When did he start becoming so greedy?

It is clear that since seeing Meng Xing's sleeping face this morning, he has been warning himself in his heart that as long as this is enough, he must be satisfied.