Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Now the temperature is just right, the days are sunny, and the palace is warm.But in the Lingtai Hall, the gold-plated stove is still lit, and the silver thread carbon fire is burning.

Ji Jiexing's physique is cold, and this kind of warmth is just right for him.But he followed Sheng Chongling in, and clearly saw that although the emperor had no expression on his face, he slightly opened the black skirt of his body, revealing a piece of neckline, with a thin trace of sweat on his chest and neck.

Ji Zhaixing asked the palace attendant to extinguish a few stoves, and asked casually, "Why is the palace so hot?"

The palace servant kept bowing his head, not daring to look at Ji Zhaoxing.After being asked, Yingying immediately knelt down and said respectfully: "It is the emperor who said that Xingjun can't catch cold, so he added more carbon fire."

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

Sheng Chongling: "..."

Ji Zhaixing said with a helpless smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, but I'm not that weak, and I can fall down when the wind blows."

Sheng Chongling was annoyed: "Speak up!"

However, he didn't punish the palace attendant, he just asked him to leave, and took Ji Zhaixing to the bedroom further inside.

What Sheng Chongling wanted to teach Ji Zhaixing was of course not specific martial arts moves.Not to mention whether his master's way is suitable for Ji Zhaoxing, just because the young man's shoulder injury is not suitable for too intense practice.

Therefore, what he wants to teach is inner strength and mental method.

Ji Zhaixing is now using the inner strength mental method taught by the Qingshanmen to the disciples of the inner sect, because he has been practicing around the clock, and has already cultivated to the highest level of the mental method.Of course, his internal strength is also quite deep, far surpassing first-class masters in the arena.

But the higher one gets to the top, the more obvious the difference between good and bad skills becomes.

Qingshanmen's inner strength method is nothing more than an ordinary method that I treasure.

Sheng Chongling took Ji Jiexing and sat down on the paulownia carved table, both of them removed their shoes and socks, half sitting facing each other.

While teaching Ji Zhai Xing to read the formula, he put his hand against the young man's palm.

Ji Zhaixing's skin and bones were extremely cold and soft, not like the hands of a man who practiced sword all the year round. The moment he touched it, Sheng Chongling closed his eyes slightly, his expression flashed a little uncomfortable, and his earlobes were hot.

A steady stream of internal energy poured into the young man's body.

This time, it was different from the last time when he passed on the internal force. Last time, Ji Zhaixing only felt a warm feeling, which was very gentle and harmless, and melted into the meridians.This time, the sense of existence is particularly strong, as if the body has been pried open by something—it's not that he perceives danger, but just feels uncomfortable, and subconsciously rejects it.

For some reason, Sheng Chongling closed his eyes slightly, as if he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered, his voice a little hoarse.

"Accept me in," Sheng Chongling said, "Jizhao Xing, I will not hurt you."

The pale cheeks of the young man Ruxue seemed to be slightly flushed because of such a difficult practice process, or because of the warmth inside and outside the palace.

Ji Zhaixing said in a low voice: "...Okay."

He was trying his best to contain the internal force that invaded his body, and after the initial difficulty, the internal force began to flow in the body with a special law.Of course, this feeling of meridian disorder and even madness is not very pleasant. The redness on Ji Zaixing's face gradually receded. He bit his lips slightly and frowned, but he still let his true energy wander.

"Remember this path to exercise internal force." Sheng Zhongling said, "Exercise power."

He started to teach Ji Zhai Xing Nian formula.

With the true energy on the tongue to follow the law of blood flow, Ji Jiexing began to use the original internal force in his body, following the original difficult operation path over and over again.

The originally superficial and almost undetectable inner strength became extremely vivid, like a gathering flame, igniting the inside of the body like a devouring one.

Ji Zhaixing's formula became more and more fluent - this was only needed in the early stage of cultivation, and after he had a small success, he didn't need to read the formula anymore.

At this time, the accumulated internal energy in his body was almost exhausted, and the same was true at the dantian, but he still subconsciously cultivated according to the formula and mental method, with his eyebrows lowered.

It was Sheng Chongling who sensed that something was wrong, withdrew the internal force that was guiding him to explore the way, and pressed Ji Zhaixing's acupuncture points, which made him stop.

tired.

Almost at that moment, the last of his strength was exhausted, Ji Zhaixing couldn't even sit still, so he fell forward, Sheng Chongling reacted very quickly, and immediately caught him.

The boy's body is very soft.

As a result, Sheng Zhongling's mind went blank for a moment, and he was a little at a loss.

Ji Zhaixing bent over his shoulders, his eyelashes were tightly closed, but his breath was a little heavier.His face was pale, but his lips were as bright as blood, which was extremely eye-catching.

Sheng Chongling held his wrist, and after confirming that the boy just closed his eyes due to exhaustion and nothing else was wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief.Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the extremely white and beautiful skin around his neck that was exposed due to the rubbing of the clothes.

It moved with difficulty to his bright red lips.

"..."

In the end, Sheng Chongling still leaned over slightly, instead of touching the positions he had coveted for a long time, he lightly touched the young man's white earlobe with his lips.

After a little brushing, it reveals the meaning of being extremely careful.

A layer of sweat broke out on Ji Jiexing's body, and it was extremely uncomfortable to stick to his body like this.And the injury on his shoulder needs to be changed.

Sheng Chongling called him in a low voice, the young man was probably really tired and fell into a deep sleep.

Sheng Zhongling sat still for a while, then picked up the boy in his arms, and asked the palace attendant to fill the bath with hot water.

……

Ji Jiexing's body was simply cleaned up and down, and then changed into a close-fitting robe, and was taken to rest in the bedroom by Emperor Mingling.

He exhausted his mind so much that he woke up once in a haze, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.I'm afraid this time, at least one day and night of rest is enough.

After the boy was settled, Sheng Zhongling came out from the palace bedroom, but his earlobes and fingertips were slightly red.

When Ti Shao went to the palace the next day, he heard some strange rumors.

The palace servants who can stay in the Lingtai Hall are of course not the ones who like to talk too much, but after all their responsibility is to serve the master in the palace, and the topics can't deviate from this direction.

Why did Dijun take Xingjun to the bedroom last night, and it took several hours before he came out.The emperor dotes on Xingjun very much, and he does not use other people's hands to take Xingjun into the melting bath to take care of him... Now that Xingjun has not woken up, I am afraid he will have to rest for a long time.

Ti Shao almost choked to death on hearing this.

He regretted it again, and he would definitely come in through the main entrance next time, and he must never listen to such nonsense words again.

After he handed over the secrets about Tianyi Pavilion that he had investigated to his senior brother, he looked around and couldn't help saying: "Senior brother, is Xingjun still awake?"

Can't tell, an old house like senior brother's is on fire.

Sheng Chongling looked at him with cold eyes.

Tishao: "!"

Isn't it just a question, why does the senior brother... look scarier than last time.