Prince loves to pick up trash

Qi Wenliang suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

"Zian, what did you just say? Take off your clothes?"

Only then did Qi Zian realize that he had actually said what was on his mind.

He hurriedly explained: "Brother Huang, don't think too much, I tell you to take off your clothes is a serious matter!"

Qi Wenliang didn't think too much, instead he found a step for him: "Did you find other white clothes?"

It seems that he is still very repulsed by this red dress.

Qi Zian shook his head, "I just remembered that Brother Huang needs to change his medicine."

Qi Wenliang's back injury is not serious, although it has been bandaged, but the dressing needs to be changed frequently in the first two days.

This was also the reason why Qi Zian hurried back.

If he hadn't been thinking about Qi Wenliang's injury, he would definitely be willing to take the time to kill the chisels.

Hearing that the dressing needs to be changed, Qi Wenliang couldn't refuse. After all, his injury was on his back and he couldn't handle it by himself.

"Then trouble Zi'an first." After he finished speaking, he really took off his clothes.

The outer robe was wide and easy to take off, but it slipped off with a slight shake.But close-fitting clothing is not so easy to handle.

When Qi Wenliang raised his hand, it touched the wound on his back.

Because of the pain, he let out a soft "hiss".

There were only the two of them in the main hall of the temple, and it was so empty that a needle could be heard.

The sound he made was not loud, but at this moment it turned into a sharp knife and pierced Qi Zian's heart.

Qi Zian hurried forward and said: "Brother Huang, don't move, I'll come. The wound has finally healed a little, it will be bad if it opens again."

Qi Wenliang said indifferently: "It's just a little scratch, it doesn't hinder anything. Why is he so delicate, he can't even take off his clothes by himself."

Qi Zian had already walked behind him, and held his hand in disapproval after hearing what he said, "Brother Huang has a palm-wide scratch on his back, which is half an inch deep! Perhaps an important blood vessel was cut. It's bleeding, it's dyeing... the hair on Liang Qian's back red."

Qi Wenliang pressed the back of his hand, struggled with his head sullen, and found that he really had no strength, so he had no choice but to let Qi Zian manipulate him without temper.

Qi Zian muttered as he unbuttoned his belt: "It's not that I haven't seen Brother Huang's injury, so I don't know how serious it is! If this can be considered a scratch, then what else is not considered a scratch."

"If Liang Qian hadn't used demonic power to seal the wound, and it's still bleeding, why would the emperor not feel sorry for himself at all. Hey, it's a pity that people can't absorb too much demonic power, otherwise the wound will be healed directly, so as not to suffer the emperor's brother ..." As he spoke, his words got stuck in his throat.

At this time, half of the underwear has been removed, revealing Qi Wenliang's jade-like skin and slightly thin shoulders.

The eye-catching red dress made his skin whiter, Qi Zi'an's throat rolled, and he put the clothes down again.

This time the butterfly bone was revealed again.

Qi Zian was afraid that his hands would shake, so he could only try to adjust his breathing and slow down.

The air on the top of the mountain was cold, and Qi Wenliang, who had taken off most of his clothes, was too cold. He turned around and wanted to urge Qi Zi'an to hurry up, but found that this guy was staring at him.

"What are you looking at? They are all stunned."

Qi Zian came back to his senses in a deceitful manner, and put his cool fingertips on Qi Wenliang's back.

The tentacles are warm and smooth like a piece of warm jade.

Qi Wenliang was frozen for a while, shrank forward, and the thin muscles under the skin also became tense, making the curve of the back more beautiful.

Qi Zian suddenly withdrew his hands to cover his nose, and let the clothes slip off.

While staring closely at Qi Wenliang's thin waist, he explained vaguely: "I...I want to sneeze, but I can't sneeze, so I'm a little stunned."

He wiped the nosebleed on his sleeve, wiped it off and sniffed, "I feel relieved, so I'll change the medicine for Brother Huang."

Qi Wenliang saw him wiping his nose, and suspected that he had wiped his nose on it, and wanted to take a look but was afraid that he would have a psychological shadow.

After all, he had to deal with the back injury!

In the end, Qi Wenliang still didn't look at his sleeve, but just glanced at Qi Zian with a complicated expression, and then turned around as if resigned to his fate, "Hurry up!"

Qi Zi'an: "..." Brother Huang's expression means something, did he find out that I have dirty thoughts about him?

But he wouldn't ask such a question, he could only untie the bandages in a hurry, changed Qi Wenliang's medicine, and wrapped a new bandage.

On the way, his hand touched Qi Wenliang several times, Qi Wenliang suppressed the discomfort and did not speak, but his expression became more and more complicated.

When Qi Zian helped him put on his clothes, he couldn't wait to say: "Go and wash your hands."

Qi Zian agreed on the surface, but he didn't want to wash and touch the hands of the emperor's brother at all.

Qi Wenliang: "..." What's the matter with this child, how come he doesn't like to be clean at such an age!

Seeing him frowning and staring at him, Qi Zian became more and more suspicious that he had been exposed.

He thought seriously: Is my eyes too revealing or I have been touching for too long, why is Brother Huang looking at me like this.

"I... I'll go out and get some water." After saying that, he slipped away.

Seeing that the child was finally willing to wash his hands, Qi Wenliang showed a relieved smile.

He put on his cloak and stood up, and went to open the doors and windows of the main hall, as if he was not afraid of the cold, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

Not long after, an eagle rushed straight into the house with a cry of an eagle.

Qi Zi'an came in and took a look, and found that the bird of prey was sitting obediently on Qi Wenliang's arm, and a small bamboo tube was tied to his foot.

Feelings, it has been trained to be a messenger pigeon.

Qi Wenliang was gently touched along the eagle, and he seemed very close to him. After taking the note in the bamboo tube, he said to it: "Go and bring him up."

After the eagle flew away, Qi Zian slowly walked into the room and asked: "When did Brother Huang raise an eagle, I don't know why."

There was a hint of jealousy in his tone.

After reading the note, Qi Wenliang put it away in his sleeves, thought for a long time, and finally made a decision.

"I know you have spies in my house," he said.

When Qi Zian heard it, his mind started to buzz.

It's over, brother Huang found out.

It's over, it's over, Brother Huang is going to have a showdown with me.

It's over, it's over, with Brother Huang's character, isn't a showdown equal to tearing up one's face!

His panic was written all over his face, and he looked naive, but in Qi Wenliang's eyes, it was the four characters "cute and lovely".

"You guessed right, I found out, and I'm going to have a showdown with you."

"but……"

Qi Wenliang's eyes were bent, and his smile was more like a fox than Qi Zian's.