Your Majesty, I am not worthy

When Chu Yuheng fell asleep, he opened his eyes to Rong Mu who was still awake.

Seeing the person leaning on his arms obediently, Chu Yuheng showed satisfaction, nodded and lowered his eyebrows to kiss Rong Mu's slightly raised lips, but did not see Rong Mu's eyelashes that moved suddenly.

Unexpectedly, after such a shallow kiss, Chu Yuheng's suppressed eagerness last night was rekindled, and then Chu Yuheng's lower head was still pressed against Rong Mu's leg bones in the quilt.

Rong Mu's other hand, which was placed under the quilt, was silently clenched, as if waiting for something.

Ke Rongmu waited quietly.

Just waiting for Chu Yuheng to let out a deep curse.

Chu Yuheng wanted to turn over and stay on the bed? But his movements suddenly froze.

The reaction to Chu Yuheng was clear, and he could perceive everything with his eyes closed, and Rong Mu's heartbeat speeded up silently.

Will Chu Yuheng touch him...

Rong Mu could completely sense Chu Yuheng's strangeness.

Just this time... If Chu Yuheng still wants him this time...

Immediately, the arm pillowed under Rong Mu's head was pulled away, and Chu Yuheng stuffed the man's arm outside the quilt into the quilt, compacting the somewhat open quilt opening where the wind was blowing, and the man left.

When the people left, Rong Mu slowly opened his eyes, his face was cold, and there was a grievance that was so faint that it was almost invisible under his clear eyes.

Rong Mu was very familiar with Chu Yuheng's reaction now.

But he, Chu Yuheng, let him stay on the couch and left by himself.

Sure enough, he loves Wen Li.

The current self is not even worthy of soothing him.

Chu Yuheng was indeed walking extremely fast.

Thinking of Rong Mu's cute appearance last night, Chu Yuheng's chest burned a little. He never thought that Rong Mu would be so attractive to him.

If Rong Mu's body wasn't too weak now, and Chu Yuheng held him in his arms and he was still a little smaller than before, Chu Yuheng would definitely not be able to help but do something.

He was afraid that he would not leave again, so he killed Rong Mu on Rong Mu's bed early in the morning.

His A Mu has never had any likes or dislikes, except that he has a lot of demands on this matter.

But he never said that these little details that Rong Mu didn't like were all made by Chu Yuheng himself.

Rong Mu loves cleanliness the most, every time they have an incident, those joyful remains can't stay overnight, even if they are on Rong Mu's couch, Rong Mu's bed can't be dirty.

Otherwise, Rong Mu would have a cold face the next day and ignore everyone.

Not long after Chu Yuheng went out, Song Du quietly stepped in.

Last night Song Du was kicked by Chu Yuheng and hurt his chest. Now even with the medicine, his chest was black and blue, and there was a burst of burning pain.

But these don't matter, the adults are the most important.

Song Du was afraid that his lord would offend His Majesty, and when His Majesty got angry, how could his lord be wasted with such a thin body?

But fortunately the adults are okay, Song Du breathed a sigh of relief.

"My lord, do you want to get up?"

"What time is it?" Rong Mu lay reclined on the couch, it was still clear today.

"It's just past Yinshi."

Usually at this point, the adults have already had other meals, today His Majesty is in the adults' room, and the two of them have been quiet and peaceful until now, Song Du did not come in to disturb.

"Get up."

Rong Mu sat up, his underwear was not too thin, and it barely covered his figure.

A piece of clothes was placed aside, Rong Mu wore little, and the thick brocade quilt on his body could not stop his emptiness.

But his eyes itched slightly, he leaned against the head of the bed and asked sideways: "Adu, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Du was slightly stunned, and then covered up, "My lord, I'm fine."

Rong Mu knew Song Du very well, now seeing his sideways eyes when he was lying, Rong Mu took a deep breath: "Did Your Majesty make things difficult for you last night?"

Song Du couldn't hide it, so he just nodded in response.

Seeing this, Rong Mu sighed: "It made you suffer..."

Chu Yuheng has a violent temper, Rong Mu was surprised to see Chu Yuheng sleeping next to her this morning, but obviously Chu Yuheng came last night, so he should have been stopped by Song Du.

Chu Yuheng lost his temper and let Song Du suffer that crime for nothing.

"Let the doctor get any medicine you want. I'm sorry about this."

Song Du didn't like to hear these words: "How could this be your fault? It's your subordinate who made His Majesty angry."

Hearing this, Rong Mu was slightly startled, but he quickly laughed.

It's because he thought about it, but he hasn't turned around yet.

Today's Chu Yuheng doesn't need him to protect him all the time.

Rong Mu took water and cleaned his face first, while Song Du was holding the medicine beside him, watching his master apply the medicine himself.

After Chu Yuheng relieved himself, he stepped forward, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man on the bed with a body like white jade, his clothes half-unclothed, but a black mark remained on his chest.

It was like fine ink ruining the flawless Nuanyu, the traces were extremely glaring.

"Ah Mu, what happened to your chest?!"

Surprised and suspicious, Chu Yuheng strode in with an unstoppable momentum.

Rong Mu's long and slender knuckles, which were covered with medicine, suddenly froze, and then he raised his wrist, and quickly pulled up the clothes that had been parted.

After making sure that he was completely covered, Rong Mu raised his eyes to look at the angry man in front of him.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine."

"I have eyes, I can see for myself!"

Even though his chest was bruised to the point of that appearance, he still had to be brave enough to say that he was fine.

Chu Yuheng stepped forward, stretching out his arms to lift off the white robe on Rong Mu's body, but Rong Mu's deep eyes suppressed a bit of depression, and he leaned back, Rong Mu avoided the man's approach hands.

"Your Majesty, I have said that I will be fine."

Being dodged by Rong Mu, Chu Yuheng's hand was firmly on Rong Mu's shoulder, and his expression had already become ugly.

"Ah Mu, do you really want to part with me?"

Rong Mu stretched out his hand, and put his left hand lightly on Chu Yuheng's sleeve. His hand was still stained with dark green ointment, and it wrapped his white fingertips in a thin layer, which looked very soft and strong. nothing.

He only gently pushed Chu Yuheng's hand away without using any force: "It's not about birth, it's about obeying etiquette."

Monarch etiquette!

Rong Mu's short words made Chu Yuheng angry again.

Rong Mu did this every time, when he was angry, he didn't explain the reason, and he looked at him coldly and indifferently.

But this time it was Rong Mu who was injured, and even he was injured, why couldn't he care about it?

Chu Yuheng's pressure on the tiger's mouth gradually increased, Rong Mu's calm face was broken, and the pain in his shoulders caused the pain in his chest, which made his beautiful eyebrows slightly raised.

"Your Majesty, please let go..."

Rong Mu's voice was extremely light, but extremely piercing.

Chu Yuheng just wanted to seal Rong Mu's mouth, so that this person would be speechless for the rest of his life.

"Ah Mu won't let me see it, but I want to see it!"

But Chu Yuheng's hand that exerted force was removed in an instant.

But for a moment, Rong Mu firmly grasped Chu Yuheng's wrist, and Chu Yuheng looked at Rong Mu's way of capturing him with an expression of disbelief.

Rong Mu's technique is indeed very ingenious, and it's not like Chu Yuheng can't break it.

It's just that he was so shocked now, he didn't even think about avoiding Rong Mu's hand that was holding him, instead his eyes were burning, and Chu Yuheng stared fixedly at Rong Mu's eyes like an eagle.

"Who did you learn from?"

When he picked up Rong Mu, Rong Mu's health was not good, and he took care of him carefully, so he would never learn martial arts.

Rong Mu didn't expect that he would attack Chu Yuheng. After letting go of his hand, he rubbed the meridians of his already weak arm, looking extremely tired.

He thought that Chu Yuheng would reprimand him for offending the emperor, but unexpectedly he asked him who he learned from.

But before he could speak, the man in front of him was extremely quick and took the opportunity to peel off his robe.

At dawn, the burnt out candle scorched the last wick, but it didn't matter, the sky was bright outside, so bright that Chu Yuheng could only feel that Rong Mu's chest/chest was white enough to dazzle the eye, and the bruises on it were black enough to run black.

All of Chu Yuheng's anger was extinguished suddenly.

His knuckles were still tugging at the clothes of the person in front of him, peaks and peaks gathered between his brows, and all his concerns rushed to the injured Rong Mu on the couch.

"Who caused this injury?! Did Hua Huaiyin do it to you!"