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

A doctor was invited to make a diagnosis, the medicine was taken according to the prescription, the medicine was boiled, and Shen Qingchuan was fed to drink it. After all this was done, it was almost two or three o'clock in the morning.

Shang Xiaolou touched Shen Qingchuan's face, it was no longer as hot as before, he breathed a sigh of relief, and took the towel on Shen Qingchuan's forehead.

After a whole night of tossing around, Shang Xiaolou was also tired. He lay on Shen Qingchuan's side, curled up slightly, put his hand on Shen Qingchuan's palm, leaned his face against it, rubbed it lightly, and then gently closed his eyes. .

The eye sockets were warm, and there was a slight, inaudible choking sound, like a puppy whimpering.

The lights in the room have been turned off, and the room is pitch black, except for the dim light from the windows.

The night rain was still falling, rustling.

Such weather can easily make people panic.

Shang Xiaolou felt that this moment was the most peaceful moment in his life.The emotional ups and downs, like a turbulent storm, subsided at this time, turning into a pool of spring water with soft waves.

It should be like a dry autumn reed, all the vitality is sucked away by the autumn wind, and the spare dead branches and weak bones sway with the wind, and a light pinch will turn into dust.

Only when the blow falls on the elder brother's hand can it bring a little peace of mind and heal all the scars.

Shang Xiaolou was a little reluctant to close his eyes and go to sleep. Hearing the sound of raindrops knocking on the stone slabs outside the window, he hoped that time would pass slowly, and then slowly.

Perhaps it was through the fabric that Shen Qingchuan's body temperature was too warm, like a devil's hand dragging Shang Xiaolou's drowsiness.

But it was also this warmth that made Shang Xiaolou so attached to him that he didn't want to go to sleep and wanted to engrave this moment in his mind.

In the end, Shang Xiaolou and Shen Qingchuan clasped their fingers together, and fell asleep with relaxed brows and eyes.

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Shangfu.

Marshal Shang got up and sat on the black wooden chair in the front hall of the room, took a sip of tea to rinse his mouth, and asked in a low-key tone, "How long has he been kneeling there?"

The adjutant next to him smiled and hurriedly handed over a handkerchief, and said, "Young Marshal, it has been about two hours since we knelt at six o'clock this morning."

Marshal Shang snorted coldly, wiped the tea off his beard, and said, "He knows he was wrong now, wasn't he very arrogant last night? Let him kneel until he really admits his mistake!"

But within one night, someone had already handed him Shen Qingchuan's information, and Marshal Shang knew that Shang Xiaolou's actions were for fear that he would anger Shen Qingchuan.

snort!Now Bohai City is his commander-in-chief's territory, not to mention punishing Shen Qingchuan alone, even Shen Yicai can handle it.

"Marshal, why are you distracting father and son by making trouble for an outsider? I think the young marshal is just young and attractive, not to mention the big shots outside, although they don't say it on the surface, they have one or two male actors in private After a few years, the young marshal will calm down." The adjutant said good things, he looked at Marshal Shang's gray hair, he would hug Shang Xiaolou's thigh in the future, so if he could add good things now, he would add a few more words .

Marshal Shang patted the table hard, the lid of the teacup almost flew out, his gray beard turned up, and he said angrily, "He is a female who is under others, my kind, Marshal Shang, has never been subdued !"

"Commander, Commander, calm down!" The adjutant suddenly approached the Commander, and whispered next to him, "Young Commander is the one at the top."

"What you said is true?" Marshal Shang asked back.

"Really! I took a sneak peek last night, and I saw it for real. The young commander is the one above." In fact, the adjutant didn't really see it last night. Lou Luo kissed Shen Qingchuan's lips, and then began to cry again.

This can be regarded as above, the most important thing now is to make Shang Da handsome.

As soon as this remark came out, Marshal Shang's face paled slightly. Seeing this, the adjutant struck while the iron was hot, and said, "Look, Marshal, the young marshal really has a heart of remorse, and he cut off his long hair to show his sincerity to apologize? This autumn rain is cold. Bones, the young marshal has knelt down for so long, if he knelt down again, he might break his bones, and it will be bad if the root of the disease falls."

There was a piece of long hair on the table, Marshal Shang asked Shang Xiaolou to cut that long hair before, Shang Xiaolou would rather die than refuse, this time he cut it, it was considered sincere, and he said, "Don't make an example!"

The adjutant understood what he meant, and knew that Marshal Shang had forgiven Shang Xiaolou, and Shen Qingchuan's matter would not be pursued anymore, so the matter was considered to be over.

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When Shen Qingchuan woke up, he only felt top-heavy, his whole body was sore, as if blood and flesh had been poured into lead lumps, it was difficult to lift his arms, and his legs and feet felt weak.

"Cough...cough cough..." Shen Qingchuan's forehead was still a little hot, and he braced his body, unable to stop coughing, wondering if he choked on the water when he fell into the river last night.

"Cough...cough cough..."

"Cough...cough cough..."

He wished he could cough up his throat, and he didn't slow down until he could breathe out by himself.

Shen Qingchuan tried hard to recall, and one or two images flashed in his mind, the flashing figures in the Fanghua Song and Dance Hall, and finally the turbulent river that overwhelmed his head.

The door opened with a creak, and a man between a boy and a young man came in.

The short hair completely reveals his strange face, unusually pale complexion, thin and scarlet lips, dark and gloomy black eyes, and the occasional flashes of dark light are nothing but the smoldering fire in his heart, after burning blazingly, The afterglow of ashes left behind.

He is a vicious dog, even if Shang Xiaolou was smiling at him, this was the first thought that crossed Shen Qingchuan's mind.

"Cough cough cough...how is it you?" Shen Qingchuan said, almost coughing up tears, leaning half on the head of the bed.

Shang Xiaolou's eyes were full of joy, hot and intense, and his eyes locked on Shen Qingchuan.

The gaze that fell on Shen Qingchuan was like a vicious dog who had been hungry for three days and three nights saw his favorite bone, and had the desire to eat it quietly and with hatred.

Shang Xiaolou went to the bed and sat down, lightly patted Shen Qingchuan's back to help him relax, then picked up the green tea on the bedside table, brought it to Shen Qingchuan's mouth, "Brother, drink slowly. "

Shen Qingchuan drank a whole glass before feeling a bit more comfortable in his throat, "You..."

Before he could say anything, Shang Xiaolou picked up a clean silk handkerchief, gently pressed it against his lips, and then wiped away the water stains bit by bit.

Shang Xiaolou's quietly long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his brother's eyes looking at strangers were like cactus thorns, one by one, piercing his heart densely.

There was a moment of silence between the two, Shang Xiaolou put away the silk handkerchief, and with a pleasing smile on his face, he said softly and with a smile, "Brother, what do you think this is?"

Shang Xiaolou was holding a chain in his hand, and a sapphire was hanging from the chain.

Isn't it the necklace that Shen Qingchuan borrowed from Guan Boya before, but disappeared later?

As soon as Shen Qingchuan pulled it over, Shang Xiaolou's face lit up with joy, he thought the necklace was Shen Qingchuan's personal property, but Li Jiu only said that the necklace was Shen Qingchuan's first prize at the mask ball.

With a "snap", Shen Qingchuan threw the chain onto the door with all his strength, and the chain fell behind the door.

"I said before, I don't want to see you again." Shen Qingchuan's tone was cold, he had always been unfeeling and unflinching to those who had deceived him, even his expression and tone were lazy and perfunctory.

Shen Qingchuan thought that his current appearance was all caused by Shang Xiaolou.

Shang Xiaolou's face became very gloomy, his eyes were full of pain and resentment, his hands were clenched into fists, he suppressed them with all his strength and then released them, with a smile on his face, he said to himself, "Brother, it's okay if you don't like sapphires, I still have rubies, citrines, agates, pearls, throw them away if you like."

"Get out! I don't want to see you." Shen Qingchuan pushed Shang Xiaolou away and said.

Suddenly the door was pushed open again, and a thin and short old mother was holding a wooden tray, on which were two bowls of thick brown decoction, which was the dose ordered by the doctor.

She walked quickly with her head down, her eyes flustered, she put the bowl of medicine on the bedside table, and immediately turned and left.

"Cough...cough cough..." After the old lady left, Shen Qingchuan coughed again.

Shen Qingchuan coughed until his snow-white cheeks, a thin red rose from his dimples, like carmine and gradually faded away, his delicate bones shook like a branch, and his timid crimson was like a begonia flower curling up.

Even the sick elder brother is beautiful and heartbreaking.

Shang Xiaolou saw that he was coughing badly, it was like a hammer hitting his heart, wishing he could suffer for Shen Qingchuan.

After Shen Qingchuan finished coughing, Shang Xiaolou took the decoction, brought it to Shen Qingchuan's mouth, and said, "Brother, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Get out! I won't drink it!" Smelling the smell of the medicine, Shen Qingchuan's intestines felt as if they were overwhelmed, unconsciously, he felt deep disgust from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, you can recover faster by taking the medicine." Shang Xiaolou brought the edge of the bowl to Shen Qingchuan's mouth, insisting on feeding him.

Shen Qingchuan pushed and pulled Shang Xiaolou, stretched out his hand, knocked over the medicine bowl, some fell on the collar of Shen Qingchuan's white clothes, and some spilled on the ground along with the bowl.

Shang Xiaolou's face became very scary, obviously on the verge of collapse, his eyes were gloomy like a black cliff.

"Shang Xiaolou, why are you crazy? Don't be like a mad dog, okay?" Shen Qingchuan gasped and roared angrily.

"Hahahaha, crazy?" Shang Xiaolou laughed, a little crazy.

"Brother, you said I was crazy, but I am indeed crazy." Shang Xiaolou bit Shen Qingchuan's lip hard, and he let go only after he tasted the smell of blood.

Shen Qingchuan slapped him hard, "Mad dog!"

Shang Xiaolou turned his face sideways, his scarlet thin lips were stained with blood, like a seductive monster drinking blood and sucking marrow, he pulled out a smile, leaned over and clamped the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck, pressed it against his ear, and said viciously, " If I am a mad dog, then you have been bitten by a mad dog, and you are also a mad dog, brother, don't even think about leaving me in this life."

After speaking, he picked up the remaining bowl on the bedside table, took a sip by himself, hugged Shen Qingchuan tightly, pinched Shen Qingchuan's cheeks with one hand, and directly passed the medicine over.

Regardless of Shen Qingchuan's struggle, they finished the bowl of medicine one mouthful at a time, both of them's mouths were full of bitter medicine.

Seeing the physiological tears aroused by Shen Qingchuan, the teardrops fell on the back of Shang Xiaolou's hands, as if the tears had the magic power to become hot like magma, and they were going to burn through the back of his hands.

Shang Xiaolou kissed Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes, the tears were as bitter and salty as soup medicine, the bitterness spread to Shang Xiaolou's heart little by little, lingering, lingering, like an iron chain wrapped around Heart, heavy and depressed.

Shang Xiaolou picked up the necklace, turned around and started to leave, and closed the door to block the sound of the rain.

The author has something to say: Arigado, thanks to the little angels on the carousel for feeding mines and irrigation fluids, Jiu Jiu, and I wish all the little angels a happy new year, Jiu Jiu.

Scumbag author: I kind of like this kind of paranoid, neurotic, self-destructive character, who burns his life hysterically (of course, reality still avoids it)

Guan Ye (playing with a knife): It's time for me to play

感谢在2021-02-0323:39:09~2021-02-0423:27:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: z1 carousels;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: carousel z10 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!