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

Upon hearing that Shen Qingchuan's wound was open, Shen Keyuan thought that when he first met, he was too emotional and moved too much, and touched Shen Qingchuan's injury, which caused the wound to open.

Shen Keyuan felt even more guilty in his heart. He took a step forward with his left foot and wanted to go upstairs and said, "I'll go up and see him. Where is the injury? Is the injury serious?"

With an arm in front of him, Guan Boya stopped him, the light in his eyes changed instantly, like the darkness of the sky before dawn, a faint smile floated on his face, alienated and gentle, and said, "The doctor has helped him re- Dressed up, he took the gunshot wound, took anti-inflammatories, and is now asleep."

"If Mr. Shen is worried, I can take you up there, but it's not suitable for him to move. The doctor suggests that he should rest for a while."

Shen Keyuan didn't know what was going on with Shen Qingchuan, so he nodded in agreement, his body was pierced through a hole and hurt a vital part, but it would kill him.

Although he was eager to go home, but Shen Qingchuan's injuries were serious, he naturally would not ignore Shen Qingchuan's body and rush to catch the train.

Go up to the second floor and come to an elegantly furnished room.

In the spacious bedroom, the windows are bright and clean, the white screens sway gently, the fine inlaid wooden floor is bright and shiny after waxing, and the furniture is all dark wood, low-key and restrained.

Shen Qingchuan was lying on a large double bed, covered with a thin silk quilt embroidered with ginkgo leaf patterns on a golden background.

The black and thick eyelashes drooped obediently, casting two shallow shadows, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

Guan Boya's fingers on the outside of her thighs touched slightly, and her fingertips stroked the dark lines on the green bamboo-colored fabric, and she quietly turned the ring on her middle finger, like gold inlaid with jade.

Shen Keyuan walked lightly to the side of the bed and smelled a scent of Chinese herbal medicine. On the bedside table was a silver-plated metal candle-style Western table lamp. There was an empty bowl next to it. There was still some dark brown medicinal liquid at the bottom of the white porcelain bowl, which permeated the air. The smell of medicine is still strong.

Shen Keyuan stayed in the room for a while, followed Guan Boya out of the room, and the two came to the living room on the first floor, where they sat on carved chairs.

"Qingchuan, where is he injured?" Shen Keyuan didn't turn Shen Qingchuan's body, so he still doesn't know where he was injured.

"The bullet went into his left shoulder." Seeing Shen Keyuan's worried eyes, Guan Boya repeated with a smile on his face, "The doctor suggested that he rest at my place for a period of time and that he should not rush around. If Mr. Shen is worried, I will There are still a few rooms where you can stay."

Shen Keyuan quickly declined. There was a large group of fellows behind him, and he couldn't get away. When he was about to leave, he remembered to say, "I don't know Mr.'s name yet?"

"Guan Boya." Guan Boya's voice was hoarse, like the rustling of the green leaves in the bamboo forest in the breeze, with the carelessness of a hermit, free and easy and elegant.

"Guan Boya?" Shen Keyuan seemed to have doubts about the name, so he repeated it.

"What's wrong? Mr. Shen knows me." Guan Boya said.

"It's nothing, Mr. Guan's name is very familiar. My younger brother has asked Mr. Guan to take care of me during this time." Shen Keyuan said quickly, he couldn't say the name Guan Boya and Bohai City to the benefactor who saved his brother. Although he had never seen the dancing girl, he had heard of the resounding title of Queen of the Night in the Night Dance Hall.

"I'm Qingchuan's friend, so I will take good care of him. Mr. Shen, don't worry." Guan Boya said.

Shen Keyuan bid farewell to Guan Boya, got up and left.

The sun at noon was fierce, and the ground was scorching hot. As soon as the carriage passed the avenue, it would raise a long cloud of dust.

The leaves were baked by the poisonous sun and became soft and shriveled. The big iron ox was sitting on a rock under the tree with a straw hat rolled up in his hands. , why haven't you come out yet? It's been an hour since I went in."

After running around for several days, the soles of their shoes were covered with mud. When they stood at the door and saw the smooth floor, they were embarrassed to go in. It was rude to leave dirt shoe prints, so they sat under the banyan tree opposite the villa.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Keyuan came out from the gate. Big Tieniu got up, patted the dust on his buttocks, went up to meet him, and said in a rough voice, "Eldest young master, where is the third young master? Why don't you see the third young master come out. "

The tree root pushed the big iron bull's arm, he looked a little more than the heartless big iron bull, and saw that the young master's face was wrong, the expression on his face seemed to be disappointed that no one could be found, and there was a frown between his eyebrows. A little bit worried.

The tree root said, "Eldest young master, why don't you go back first."

"Qingchuan has been found, first go to the telegraph office and return a telegram to your family, and then I will tell you when I get back." Shen Keyuan shook his head and said to the two guys next to him.

He was very happy to find the third brother. Fortunately, the third brother met a nobleman and did not die at the hands of those bandits, but Shen Keyuan has been traveling all these years, and he has some eyesight.

What made him doubtful was Shen Qingchuan's bedroom, which was low-key yet luxuriously furnished, not like a guest room, but rather like the master's bedroom.

On the other side of the living room, there is a bright and spacious hall.

"Guan Ye, they're leaving." The big man with the scar stepped forward and said with his head down.

"En." Very lightly.

A man in blue shirt sitting on a carved red lacquered rocking chair, holding a long thin silver pole with a plum blossom-shaped handle, protruding into a hibiscus cage made of mahogany, in which there is a canary with white feathers and pink beak, The one who was teased jumped to the top of the board and then to the cage frame, singing freely and happily.

Guan Boya opened the cage door, and the canary spread its wings, fluttered out, escaped from the small cage, and flew to a wider place.

The canary spun around the room, but couldn't find the exit, and immediately landed on the slender white fingers, hung on it, tilted its head and chirped twice.

There was a smile on the corner of Guan Boya's mouth, he was willing to give the birds more space, but it had to be his territory.

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The sun subsides the scorching heat, the cool evening breeze gently blows over the white window screens, and the sky is smeared with a faint rouge orange red, revealing a thin charm.

When Shen Qingchuan woke up, it was almost evening, and when he stood up, his neck and shoulders were sore.

Shen Qingchuan put his hand there, rubbed his neck, and secretly scolded Guan Boya for being too aggressive, and didn't notice a person walking towards him.

Until it came from the neck, the temperature was one or two degrees lower than his body, and the strength of the finger massage was just right.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's because I hit too hard."

Guan Boya's figure landed on Shen Qingchuan's body, and the shadow was like a giant, completely covering Shen Qingchuan.

The orange-red sunset fell on the green bamboo-colored clothes, Guan Boya was against the light, Shen Qingchuan raised his head, and met a pair of red phoenix eyes, sometimes like a rocky night, sometimes like a black whirlpool, but the eyes that flowed with emotion were later than The wind was a little gentler, as if he had a treasure he had dreamed of in his eyes.

Shen Qingchuan saw his appearance in his eyes, Shen Qingchuan felt that the hand on his shoulder was like a hot iron, and he swung it down abruptly.

"Don't touch me, it's impossible for us." Shen Qingchuan said sharply.

"Are all the promises you said to me false?" Guan Boya leaned down, resting her head on Shen Qingchuan's forehead, pinching the soft flesh of Shen Qingchuan's back neck with one hand, and supporting Shen Qingchuan's waist with the other, letting him approach Own.

"Never leave, never give up, you said it." Guan Boya said every word, spraying warm breath on Shen Qingchuan's lips, loosening Shen Qingchuan's waist with his right hand, and embroidered ginkgo leaf patterns along the golden background. The thin face was moved to the right, the hands were folded, and the fingers were interlocked.

For a moment, Guan Boya's eyes were full of seductive glare, like the Medusa in ancient Greek mythology who bewitched all living beings, beautiful and dangerous.

The overly intimate actions made the atmosphere a little stalemate, as if the heat in the room hadn't dissipated with the setting sun.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head, his white cheeks as white as jade brushed Guan Boya's thin lips obliquely, trying to shake off the hand that was fettering him, but was pulled even tighter.

Shen Qingchuan raised his slender neck and looked back at Guan Boya. His usually clear eyes were a little more stubborn. He said, "But this promise is based on countless deceptions. The person I love Not you, you are not Miss Boya at all."

"Is the heartbeat that day fake?"

"You know, you can't fool me."

"You are also attracted to me." Guan Boya stroked Shen Qingchuan's face, and stroked the hair that fell on his cheeks behind his ears. It is gentle and meticulous.

Shen Qingchuan felt that Guan Boya was on his shoulders, his gaze was like a heavy shackle clinging to his body, his thoughts seemed to fall into a swamp, all kinds of pulls were like a tug of war.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes to meet that gaze, and said in as acerbic a tone as possible, "Then I don't like you now, so I'll regret it!"

The only thing he can't accept is Guan Boya's deception. The person he loves with all his heart, even his gender is fake, and his current identity is even more blurred, with unknown origins. He doesn't want to get to the bottom of who Guan Boya is, he just wants to end all of these.

Guan Boya seemed to be watching a child throwing a tantrum, his eyes were indulgent, his thin lips were closed up and down, his tone was gentle but increasingly dangerous, and he said, "Little Haitang, I don't want to hear any more words that you want to leave or don't love me .”

"You know, I've given you many chances to leave."

"I won't let go."

This quarrel ended with Shen Qingchuan's silent resistance.Shen Qingchuan knew that the most important thing right now was to take good care of his body, and then leave here to end this ridiculous farce.

After Guan Boya accompanied Shen Qingchuan to eat the medicinal food, she went back to the study to deal with some documents. There was a pile of documents on the table, which was a chain reaction of saving Shen Qingchuan.

Originally, he could use a more gentle method to pick up the goods in Jinlongzhai, but the appearance of Shen Qingchuan disrupted his whole plan, and it was forbidden for others to touch his things, so he had to bloodbath the entire village.

Unexpectedly, Huo Dalong survived the catastrophe, escaped, joined forces with several bandits on the mountain, Zhou Wei went to the bandit's den to serve as the dog's head military adviser, and these days and nights repeatedly went to his shop to make troubles, burning, killing and looting.

Guan Boya stood by the window of the study room, blowing the evening breeze, and there was a potted plant on the window sill.

When Shen Qingchuan blurted out that the person he loved was not him, at that moment, his heart suddenly tightened, and a thin crack opened.

"It turns out that I also feel distressed." He had only tasted this kind of taste when he was young.

Guan Boya lowered his eyelashes, his pupils were dark and dull, like the darkest cave in the deepest part of his heart, ferocious beasts were pacing and roaring vigorously, no one approached, echoing the clanging sound of iron chains colliding.

No one knows that in the cave, there is a small flower guarded by the beast, which belongs to his treasure, and whoever dares to pick it will die.

A strong attachment that has never been seen before, and madness breeds savagely in the soul.

Click!A small pink flower in full bloom is cut off by brass-plated scissors.

Guan Boya held that little flower and put it in the palm of his hand. The root has thin thorns. It doesn't matter if you prick your finger. Beautiful things always have a little temper, as long as this flower stays by his side forever, "Little Begonia , My heart is on you, you can't be indifferent."

Pulling out a petal with his fingers, he put it in his mouth, and the sour taste spread in his mouth.

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Scumbag author: Tomorrow there will be an update at 12 o'clock. Are you here, little angel? Chirp

Xiao Haitang: Isn't it ten consecutive knees?

Boss Guan: Playing with things and losing one's ambition

感谢在2021-01-1323:59:40~2021-01-1720:00:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 glutinous rice dumpling;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：鎏沭10瓶；宁静致远9瓶；道枝骏佑的可爱女友6瓶；佳佳酱油5瓶；邪魔女、美少女壮士、加油1瓶；

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