The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan was sweating all over, and his black eyelashes like crow's wings were wet in clusters, drooping slightly, the tails of his eyes were red and moist with moisture, I don't know if it was from thin sweat or from the steaming mist of hot spring water of.

His arms are like weak willows wrapped around Guan Boya's back shoulders, his jet-black hair is wetly pasted on his smooth forehead, his delicate chin is resting on the long-haired man's shoulders as thick as jade, and his red lips are like grinding stones. The red plum petals on the skin seem to be dripping with cold and fragrant red water stains.

Shen Qingchuan hummed a few words, not daring to be too loud, his lips almost bit his skin, and only made a few vague nasal sounds, like a baby animal crying for help when it is helpless.

The dense fog dissipated, and the young man rubbed his clear cheek against the long-haired man's side jaw as if to please him. The warm breath he exhaled dissipated into a faint white mist, and whispered in the long-haired man's ear. The ink pupils curling up with water mist have a kind of mournful beauty swallowing clouds and mist.

The clouds are green and green, like rain, and the water is clear, and there is smoke.

Begging for mercy was in vain, crying softly did not make people feel pity, but instead brought about more ruthless and ravaging trampling like a violent storm. Shen Qingchuan soaked in the hot spring water, like a drowning person holding a piece of driftwood in the ruthless sea to survive. Once it sinks, it is like a soft and warm marshmallow, which can be kneaded freely.

Guan Boya's eyes lingered on the young man's impeccably beautiful outline, and pitifully kissed the teardrops on his eyelashes and the sweaty sideburns, a faint light flashed in the deep and extreme phoenix eyes.

Shen Qingchuan arched his body, the two butterfly bones on the back of his spine seemed to flutter their wings and fly away, shaking off water drops, like birds shaking off snowdrops on their wings.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Qingchuan was exhausted and leaned on Guan Boya's shoulder, taking a nap with half-closed eyes, Guan Boya kissed his sweaty nose, picked up the stone bank and placed it on a small log A glass of warm wine on the plate, the wine has already cooled down.

Guan Boya took a sip of the wine, pinched Shen Qingchuan's chin with his fingers, and gave him a sip of the wine, "Eat it obediently, this is tonic wine, you are too weak."

"If you didn't... how could I be so tired." There were still sparkling wine stains on his lips, Shen Qingchuan swallowed the wine, and there was a strange smell of medicine and the fragrance of clear wine overflowing in his mouth , a strange unacceptable taste.

He frowned and said, "...well... what kind of wine did you give me, why does it taste so weird"

Guan Boya put her arms around Shen Qingchuan's shoulders, lowered her head and kissed the corner of his mouth, and said affectionately, "All I feed you are good things, swallow them obediently, and eat a little more, you should exercise well when you go back."

Squeezing the soft flesh on Shen Qingchuan's stomach, the hand feels unusually soft and greasy, the force is not heavy, and the fingers are embedded as if buried in a snowdrift.

Shen Qingchuan knocked down the random hand, probably because he was tormented miserably, filled with resentment and other things, the young master, no matter how good-tempered and pampered he was, became a little coquettish at this time, and the look in his eyes Added a bit of resentment.

Guan Boya laughed a few times, like the sound of a mountain stream, clear and a little intangible hoarse, gently hooking Shen Qingchuan's heartstrings, "Dad, let me give him a grandson next year, Mr. Shen, you How about adding a male doll or a female doll?"

Here, the daughter-in-law stepped into the Shen family's gate. Before she could pass the back foot, Mr. Shen hoped that his third son's line would spread out early and add new children to the Shen family, so that Mrs. Shen would take this important task with Guan Boya. Have a good talk.

"You can give birth, whether it's a boy or a girl, dad will like it, but can you give birth?" Shen Qingchuan knew that Guan Boya was a real man, and no one knew it better than him, but he didn't want to miss it. Bo Ya was deflated, and the opportunity was rare.

In the next second, Shen Qingchuan's expression changed slightly.

Guan Boya touched Shen Qingchuan's belly, he fed a lot of food, Shen Qingchuan was full, leaned into Shen Qingchuan's ear, and said harshly, "Why don't Mr. Shen give birth to me, eat it. After so long, there are probably many children here."

"You...you go out..." Shen Qingchuan's trembling voice changed a different tone, his tone was a little bit gnashed, but he didn't dare to offend Guan Boya, so he could only coax him softly so that Guan Boya could withdraw .

The water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid.

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Just a thin wooden fence partition.

The snowflakes danced gracefully, falling on the golden golden hair, and Edward's hair was covered with a thin layer of snow. He still didn't notice it, and indulged in his own fantasy.

Edward soaked in the hot spring water distractedly, dazed, his blue eyes lost their former spirit, his eyes were empty, and he hadn't recovered from the violent and shocking scene.

Even Shen Baojun, who was soaking in a pool, called him a few times, but there was no response.

He ran out of the house, almost in a hurry.

I left mottled and messy footprints on the snow, and because I was absent-minded, I ran into the fence standing in the snowdrift in a panic, and fell all over in the snow. When I came back, Shen Baojun even laughed at him for doing something wrong and panicked. .

Edward pricked up his ears to pay attention to the movement on the side of the wooden fence partition, but apart from the whistling north wind, the sound of snow falling, the creaking of branches under the weight of snow, and the tinkling of the flowing spring The sound, the small hum that seemed to be absent in his ear, seemed to be his illusion.

Edward looked at Leng Qiudu and Shen Baojun who were soaking in the hot spring together. They opened their chests openly and saw their bodies. They didn't have the feeling of rapid heartbeat and surging blood when they saw Shen Qingchuan's snowy back. Seeing them is like seeing the sparse and ordinary grass on the side of the road, and it will not bring him any abnormal emotional fluctuations.

Edward's brain flashed past Shen Qingchuan's waist again, floating on the water surface, the looming waist looming in the white mist, the taut skin of the waist was like a sharp dagger, reflecting the snow light and mist, the beauty is enough to kill .

Thinking about it, Edward's nose became hot, afraid that the two people not far away would notice his strangeness, and dived in haste, letting the hot spring water flush to the point where their cheeks were scorching hot.

He deliberately concealed the feeling of his heart suddenly falling into the air when he saw Shen Qingchuan with another person, wrapped that feeling layer by layer with copper walls and iron walls, and sank to the bottom of the hot spring.

He didn't want to describe that emotion too specifically, he had a hunch that if he dug out that emotion, it would be a disaster for him and Shen Qingchuan, and it would destroy them all.

Shen Baojun thought that Edward liked to soak in hot springs alone, so he didn't bother him, and turned to talk to the gentle and handsome Leng Qiudu next to him.

"Brother Leng, are you and my brother in the same class?" Shen Baojun had a little impression of the name Leng Qiudu, and heard his third brother often mention it.

"Yes." Leng Qiudu replied coldly.

Fortunately, Shen Baojun had heard from Shen Qingchuan that his friend had a cold temperament and was not good at socializing. Shen Qingchuan reminded Shen Baojun not to misunderstand Leng Qiudu.

After getting in touch with him, Shen Baojun felt that Leng Qiudu had a true temperament, not that kind of snobbish person, and his affection for him deepened, and his words became quite close.

"Then your age is about the same as my third brother, are you married yet?" Shen Baojun asked curiously, at Leng Qiudu's age, the family would definitely arrange a marriage for him early.

"Never." Leng Qiudu looked at the white snow falling on the stone, and his voice was as cold as snow.

"Then do you have a sweetheart?" Shen Baojun asked with a stack of white towels on his head.

Leng Qiudu was silent for a while, Shen Baojun thought he was fascinated by the birds on the persimmon tree in the yard, and was about to lean over and say, what's so good about the gray birds.

It was only when I got closer that I realized that Leng Qiudu was staring at the wooden partition in a daze. I saw his lips parted and he said a word, "Yes, I love him very much."

At that moment, Leng Qiudu's brows and eyes softened, and he smiled slightly, but a discerning person could see the pain he couldn't hide when he saw his smile.

Because, at this time, the person he loves is with another person, right next door, and the distance between him and them is separated by a high partition.

Love and hate are intertwined, like this chain of mist that locks him firmly and corrodes his flesh and blood.

Even if Leng Qiudu's heart is covered with green mold, he can only bury that strong love under the cold snow, and paint the ground as a prison. The name of that dungeon is Shen Qingchuan. In fact, he can escape from the dungeon, but he unwilling.

During the short journey in the snow, he crazily prayed that Shen Qingchuan would not notice the love in his eyes, only in this way, Shen Qingchuan's eyes looking at him would be as warm and clear as ever.

Brother Leng, you look like you are about to cry.

Shen Baojun didn't dare to say this, he kept silent and didn't dare to ask again, Brother Leng's lover is probably someone he can't love or is not alive, in short, it's a lover who can't stay together, Shen Baojun mistakenly thinks Inadvertently poke at Leng Qiudu's sadness.

The author has something to say: the water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid.The source of the ancient poem "Beautiful Woman", the spring water wrapped in the mountains is clear and bright, but the spring water after leaving the mountains is polluted by the mountains.In addition, I wish the little angels who participated in the college entrance examination a successful start.

Little Begonia: Toad Palace

Boss Guan: hit the ground running

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