Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Jingshu really wanted to find someone to ask what was going on, but because of his embarrassing status, he couldn't find anyone to ask him for a while, so he could only ask him in a letter.

The little prince replied very quickly, and the whole article can be summed up as follows: It's nothing, Jing Shu, don't listen to other people's nonsense.

The more Wen Jingshu thinks about it, the more he feels that this is true. The little prince has an upright personality and has never tolerated sand in his eyes. What he did this time is in itself an offending thing. It is only normal for someone to assassinate him.

But judging from the letters that arrived on time every day, at least the little prince was safe from life, maybe he was slightly injured. Wen Jingshu sighed and could only wait for the little prince to come back to read it.

The little prince came back very quickly, he returned successfully a month later, not only cured the flood, but also uncovered a bunch of corrupt officials, now no one in the whole capital would dare to say that the little prince is a vase prince.

Wen Jingshu waited in the palace for a whole day, because the little prince had to go to the palace first when he returned to Beijing. Naturally, he had to meet his mother after going to the palace. This delay lasted for a whole day, waiting for the little prince to come back. By that time, it was already dark.

"Jing Shu." The little prince ran for a while, and finally tried his best to restrain his steps, and stood in front of the door with a calm face.

Although the scar is small and light, it still looks extremely glaring on the little prince's white, tender and smooth face. Wen Jingshu can't tell whether he really gave birth to the scar purely out of love for his brother. A little unusual emotion.

He stretched out his hand to touch the small scar, the little prince was startled, but quickly recovered, blushing and pretending to be calm: "It's just a small injury."

Wen Jingshu looked at him for a while, and the little prince felt more and more guilty. Suddenly Wen Jingshu grabbed the little prince's face: "Are you going to lie? Huh?"

The little prince was stunned, and thought that he was at fault first, so he could only lower his head and not speak.

Now Wen Jingshu really wants to grab the little prince, take off his pants, and then... spank his ass hard!

The little prince lowered his head for a while, only to realize, no, he is the master, Wen Jingshu is the man's favorite, why should he be so afraid of his man's favorite.

The little prince mustered up the courage to raise his head, and he almost got his waist in, and said plausibly: "This king has his own measure."

Now Wen Jingshu is in a bad mood when he hears the little prince say this. This guy always says that, and every time he doesn't have a sense of propriety, Wen Jingshu picks up the little prince and puts him on the bed.

The little prince has learned a lot during this business trip. After all, many officials want to curry favor with him. There will be many beauties and men. Forced to learn a lot.

Wen Jingshu put the little prince on the bed with care, and began to pick off the little prince's pants with a cold face. The little prince's face gradually turned red from shock.

"Too, too fast," the little prince stammered as he grabbed his trousers, which had been mostly taken off.

"It's slow enough." Wen Jingshu put on a cold expression, the little prince opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Wen Jingshu had already ripped off his pants.

The little prince blushed and tried to remember the correct posture when he did that, when he suddenly heard a crisp "snap", and then there was a pain in his butt that was neither painful nor itchy.

"Jing Shu!" The little prince twisted and struggled, Wen Jingshu pressed him, and slapped him crisply, and said in his mouth: "Do you still dare to lie?"

It was the first time for the young prince to have his ass big by someone since he was a child, but somehow, he was not angry at all, and he was a little happy in his heart. His family, Jing Shu, really cared about him.

"My lord, my lord is just afraid that if you find out, you will be overwhelmed." The little prince scratched the quilt, feeling the same thing in his heart, but still couldn't let go of his mouth.

Wen Jingshu slapped the two of them again, and finally let go of his hands. By the way, he lifted up his trousers and put them on.

There was a flash of disappointment in the little prince's heart, it was just a spanking.

Wen Jingshu looked at the little prince with red eyes, thinking that he had acted too hard just now, but now he finally calmed down, and said in an apologetic tone: "Jing Shu overstepped."

The little prince sat up angrily: "I've been beaten."

Wen Jingshu saw that he didn't look like he was injured, he didn't even seem to be angry, and he felt a little more relaxed, and it was the first time that he saw the little prince clearly after he went out for more than half a year.

Those in the growth period grow fast, but in just half a year, their appearance has obviously matured a lot, and they have gradually left the appearance of a teenager, showing the outline of an adult.

"Jing Shu's attack was neither serious nor serious, so he didn't hurt the prince." Wen Jingshu couldn't hold back, and smiled.

The little prince glanced at him, and just as he was about to attack, Wen Jingshu lowered his head, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said: "Jing Shu was just too worried about the prince, and was short of breath."

The little prince just got up and the fire was extinguished, he turned his head: "No," after saying this word, he turned his head and licked his lips, "Don't talk about this nonsense."

It's a trivial matter for him to lose face. If a male pet beats the prince's ass, it is estimated that ten Wen Jingshus are not enough to behead him.

Wen Jingshu put the little prince into his arms and nodded: "Jingshu understands."

Wen Jingshu hugged the little prince for a while, then let go, carefully looked at the little scar, touched it, and felt uncomfortable: "Can it be eliminated in the future?"

"This is a symbol of my lord's bravery." The little prince shook his head, and then felt Wen Jingshu's hand touch his butt again. Looking at Wen Jingshu vigilantly, he covered his butt.

Seeing the young prince's reaction, Wen Jingshu almost couldn't laugh out loud. The two of them looked at each other for a while, and the young prince reluctantly let go: "The imperial doctor said that as long as you persist in taking medicine, it will be cured."

"That's good." Wen Jingshu heaved a sigh of relief, and touched the scar again.

The little prince turned his face away uncomfortably, and saw a thick stack of letters on the table not far away, neatly stacked, obviously written by him to Jing Shu, the little prince turned his head back as if nothing had happened, The curvature of the corner of the mouth could not be suppressed.

Seeing his gaze, Wen Jingshu naturally knew what he was thinking, and squeezed the little prince's hand that was gradually losing his sensuality in a funny way.

Wen Jingshu heard Huahua say that one night it felt that the mission was about to be completed. Wen Jingshu thought about it, and she would not really want to do that step. If this is the case, then she can only wait for the little prince to grow up. .

Wen Jingshu looked at the little prince who hadn't reached the crown this year, and sighed inwardly.