Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The crime of flattering the Holy Majesty can be big or small, but Sheng Chongling generally wanted to catch a typical example cruelly, and his attitude was extremely cold and harsh.

When Jiecai was taken down, her complexion was as pale as paper. I don't know whether it was sweat or water vapor, which condensed on her forehead and dripped down slowly.

Ji Jiexing didn't look at her again, but whispered something to the servant beside him, and the servant bowed very respectfully.

When the court lady who overstepped because of being flattered was dragged down, she was in a bit of a panic.Because the material of the clothes is light and thin, after being wet, it received contemptuous gazes from others.Just a moment later, a servant came over and put a dark gray coat on her.

Jiecai grabbed the edge of the outer shirt and wrapped herself tightly, sobbing as if absorbing the last bit of warmth.

After the unpleasant episode, His Majesty Ming Ling, who endured the humiliation and was full of anger, finally remembered the business of his trip.

The main bedroom has been properly arranged by the palace servants, and the pot of Hejiu wine is also in its proper place, exuding the pure and astringent aroma that has been carefully brewed for a long time.

This is of course different from the wedding wine drunk on the day of the official wedding.It is less intoxicating and has no effect of adding to the fun. It is just ordinary fine wine with more symbolic meaning.

Ming Ling's emperor raised his head slightly, staring at the white jade jug and two celadon wine cups under the lamp with an unfathomable expression.He saw the juvenile's slender fingers holding the handle of the pot, and with a slight lift of his wrist, the clear wine fell into the glass, stopped when it was about [-]% full, and then handed him the first glass.

Ji Zhaixing's fingertips seemed to be a little hot.

Sheng Chongling caught it in a daze, and began to suspect that it was just an illusion caused by his excessive nervousness.

Ji Zhaixing had already filled his second glass of wine, he leaned over slightly, and wanted to wrap his hands around Sheng Chongling's arm.While the clothes were rubbing against each other, the very faint fragrance from the boy's body also rushed over, lingering on the tip of his nose.

They seemed to be too close, even Sheng Chongling could feel the terrifying heat on his body, and could clearly see Ji Zhaixing's trembling eyelashes.

The boy seems to be very casual, and his movements are also very casual.

So Sheng Chongling frowned slightly, almost in disbelief as he watched Ji Jiexing raise his head and drank a glass neatly.Those lips, which were already eye-catchingly gorgeous, were as red and ambiguous as if they had drunk fresh blood.

"...Do you just drink like this?" Sheng Chongling was a little depressed.

Before he came, he was nervous... maybe a little bit expectant.After all, such a ceremony always has some special meanings.

Sheng Chongling even thought about what to say before drinking the wine.

The black-haired beauty seemed a little dull and dazed at this moment, he looked at the emperor in front of him and said, "I thought Ming Ling's etiquette should be almost the same as that of Daliang."

Sheng Chongling: "...there are not many."

Let him go.

Emperor Ming Ling sighed slightly.

"Rest well." Sheng Chongling said.After all, there are still many things to do tomorrow.

When leaving Xing Xing Palace, the cold wind was blowing on his face, and even the servants who followed Emperor Mingling shivered.

—A cold wind is obviously very unusual at this time of year.

Sheng Zhongling has high internal strength, so he is not very sensitive to the cold and warm outside world.It was only then that I realized that the Xing Xing Palace was full of crushed ice, which suppressed the summer heat so much that it even seemed a little cold at night.

He had just arrived in the main bedroom, and he also noticed that Ji Zhaixing's residence seemed to have small windows open, and a lot of crushed ice was consumed.So he ordered the servants of the Qixing Palace to remove the ice, so as not to be too cold and the heat to drop quickly would cause him to catch a cold.

The female officer below followed the order, and told the king cautiously: "It's just that it's not easy to evacuate the bedroom. His Highness Xingjun said it was too hot to sleep."

This was supposed to be a no-nonsense statement, but Sheng Chongling was very aware of Ji Zaixing's martial arts background and physique. This unusual point was an extremely dangerous signal to him, and his face sank almost instantly.

The black robe flew up, and the king strode back, extremely fast.Even unintentionally using light footwork, those servants lost the figure of the emperor they were guarding in a blink of an eye.Fortunately, they also knew exactly which direction His Majesty was going, so they hurriedly chased after him.

What Sheng Chongling suspected was that Ji Jiexing had been poisoned.

After drinking that cup of Hejiu wine, Ji Zhuixing was a little dizzy, not to mention that it was not time for him to practice his sword, so he simply put on his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed to rest, letting out soft and cold hair.

Something is not quite right for him recently, otherwise he would not have noticed Sheng Chongling's approach.When the cold touch covered his wrist, Ji Zhuixing opened his eyes, and his long and thin eyelashes trembled slightly, before gradually focusing fully.

However, he was indeed too familiar with the person in front of him, so that he didn't push back or stand up, but just whispered: "I haven't been poisoned, and I haven't been poisoned."

Ji Zhaixing seemed to be a little distressed: "Recently, there are some problems, maybe there is a mistake in the exercises."

Sheng Chongling was bored and didn't speak.He squatted halfway beside the couch, only grasping that hand to feel the pulse, and did not let go after it was over.

His strength was a little out of balance, so a layer of blush was printed on the young man's white and soft skin.

But Ji Zhaixing didn't feel any pain, and even felt a little comfortable—of course it wasn't about the pain, but because of the relief and comfort brought by the skin-to-skin contact.

"So, how many days?" Sheng Chongling's voice seemed a little low and hoarse.

Ji Zhaixing's thinking was probably really dull, and he paused before telling him: "About four or five days."

The expression of Emperor Ming Ling looked a little strange, or rather fierce.

"You're on Chinese medicine," he said.

Ji Zhaixing looked a little surprised at this time——

He didn't ask what the poison was, and frowned slightly distressed: "How to cure it? It will delay tomorrow..."

Sheng Chongling's eyes never moved away from Ji Jiexing's body for a moment.

He was very calm at this moment, with a cold look on his face, so that even Ji Zhaoxing didn't see that Emperor Mingling's eyes seemed to be turning into vertical pupils like beasts, covering up his ferocity and madness very well.

"I can cure it." Sheng Chongling whispered, telling the young man in front of him coaxingly, "Pick the stars, bow your head."

"..."

When Ji Zhaixing bowed his head speechlessly, Sheng Chongling had already stepped forward very naturally, and kissed the young man's soft and red lips.

From this angle, it was as if Ji Zhuixing lowered his head and took the initiative to kiss.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes slightly, but he had kissed Sheng Chongling many times in the past, so he didn't retreat in surprise, but followed the emperor's kiss very cooperatively.

Sheng Chongling was completely on him, and practiced this behavior from unfamiliarity to familiarity.

The dryness and heat faded a lot, and Ji Zhaixing became confused for an instant.When he realized it again, the original movement of lowering his head slightly had undergone a huge change—Sheng Chongling did not know when, he came up from the edge of the bed, pushed Ji Zhaixing against the wall, and explored in great detail over the lips.He even used only one hand to restrain the boy's wrist, and locked it firmly on top of his head.

A posture that is not easy to break free from.

Ji Zhaoxing made a decision very quickly - but why did he do this?He wasn't about to struggle.

Soon, Sheng Chongling told him by precept and example why he used this posture.

In the darkness, Emperor Ming Ling's eyes were even a little bright.

He leaned over Ji Jiexing's ear, and his scorching breath seemed to be more exaggerated than Ji Jiexing's heat: "Use medicine to cure it, it hurts the body. If you don't understand it, it hurts the body."

Ji Zhaixing finally realized something from his shallow experience of walking in the rivers and lakes, and asked him calmly: "Your Majesty, will it not hurt your body?"

Sheng Zhongling spoke concisely.

"As much as possible."