drunk spring branch

Although it took a hundred days to hurt his muscles and bones, Jing Zhu has a good recovery ability and is already alive and kicking.Not to mention wheat, I have been used to uncovering roof tiles since I was a child, and falling off the wall is just some skin trauma, and it will be fine after a few days of care.

Although Maizi still wants to hug his new father's thigh and stay in Prince Xiang's mansion for a few more days, his new father is unexpectedly good-faced and rushes him to leave as soon as possible.As for why Maizi asked, Jing Zhu kept silent, and when asked too many times, he only said that it was a different way in the end.

As for what it meant, Maizi didn't know very well, but he could faintly sense the deep meaning, so he didn't ask any more.

It's not feasible to sneak away, so let's go openly.

So, Jing Zhu followed her for a few days, and came to the study at dusk when Ming Xuanyu was finally in the mansion, and it didn't seem to be particularly busy.

It has to be said that the prince's room is different.Jing Zhu thought to himself, what are his rooms?Bottles and cans, pots and pans, all kinds of junk that others don't want, and a big porcelain bowl that has been lying on the ground to prevent the roof from leaking.And what about Ming Xuanyu's room?The four treasures of the study, the picture scroll teacup, the neat bookcase, the quiet sandalwood, and...a prince who hides behind the pile of books and sleeps at his desk.

Yi An said that when the prince was in the study, he didn't mention that he was sleeping?Jing Zhu tilted his head, like a bird that happened to stay on a branch, looked left and right, looked around, and then walked in cautiously.

The orange sunset light poured in through the window, soft spots of light danced carefully between the desks, and the warm light lightly gathered on Ming Xuanyu's ink-splashed long hair, flowing on the ends of the hair.The spotless white clothes are like pear blossoms surrounded by trees.

The beauty only needs to lie there motionless, and it is a painting.And Jing Zhu walked in front of Ming Xuanyu involuntarily, put his hands on the table lightly, and stared at the picture of beauty on the opposite side with ecstasy.

How can someone be so good-looking?Exquisite facial features, like a finely crafted masterpiece, charming but not bewitching, I can't help but look at it a few more times, wondering where is Yipin so captivating.

"Yi'an, I have a headache, press it for me."

Presumably Ming Xuanyu was still half asleep and half awake, still lying on the table and whispering softly.

"It turns out that Uncle Yi will give you a massage."

Jing Zhu muttered, pouted with a smile.

When it comes to massage, Jing Zhu is not proficient, but he has dabbled in it.When I was a child, my mother suffered from headaches, and every time she had a splitting headache, the little Jing Zhu would rush to her mother's back to massage her.Although at that time I just heard that rubbing could relieve it, so I rubbed it randomly, but my mother was always very happy.Later, I read some medical books, and when I really mastered better massage methods, my mother was no longer alive.

Sighing, Jing Zhu walked around slowly to get behind Ming Xuanyu.With this deep sigh, I don't know whether it is to respect the past or to think about the present.

Lightly brushing the hair on the back of Ming Xuanyu's neck, his body was only tense when he was touched, and he did not resist.I must have thought that as usual, Yi An came for the massage.

Taichong, Zhangmen, pulse.Every acupuncture point that can relieve his migraine is inconvenient to press and rub now. One needs to take off his shoes, and the other two need to undress. After thinking about it, he can only press the most conventional temple, and other positions can only be found in the future. Another chance to help him.

In the future... Jing Zhu suddenly laughed.This time, I came here just to say goodbye and talk about what to do next.

Point, press, knead, dial.Every technique, Jing Zhu can do it skillfully and calmly. From Ming Xuanyu's expression, it can be seen that he enjoyed the massage very much, and even his frown was relaxed a little.

The light in the room gradually dimmed.The sandalwood is lingering, and you can see the bright clouds in the distance. I don't know if there will be another snowy night.Jing Zhu never stopped moving his fingers, and Ming Xuanyu in front of him lay quietly on the table, like a well-behaved little white cat at the moment.

For some reason, looking at this good cat, Jing Zhu suddenly remembered the scene he saw after accidentally knocking open the door with Maizi that day.

There is no resistance or disgust, I just feel that it is a temptation that I have never experienced before.Previously, the impact of the erotic palace was too great, but for some reason, the picture of the erotic palace engraved in my mind faded away the people around me and the surrounding scenery, leaving only Ming Xuanyu with teary eyes and flushed face, occupying all.

And now what is touched under the fingertips is that person's skin.After thinking about it, his movements slowed down.

Sensing something strange, Ming Xuanyu slowly opened his hazy eyes.It seemed that after waking up, he sensed something was wrong, stood up vigilantly and looked back, saw the person behind him clearly, and sat back down with peace of mind.

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Jing, and I have improved a lot in the way I treat it as Yi An."

Ming Xuanyu had no expression on his face, and straightened the broken hair on his sideburns.

"I'm bothering myself in vain. Dare I ask why it's 'Sure enough'? Have I been exposed long ago?"

Jing Zhu bowed politely and smiled generously.

Facing the question, Ming Xuanyu just pursed his lips, and while sorting out the messed up book case, he sent out a sentence softly, with a tacit understanding.

"Ok?"

Jing Zhu once suspected that he was hallucinating.

"If Mr. Jing has something important to discuss, you might as well go to Suiyuexuan. I'll ask Yi An to prepare good wine and drunk Chunzhi, okay?"

Ming Xuanyu simply tidied up his skirt, and made a serious proposal, as if it was really just an auditory hallucination.

"Haha, that's great! I'll go and settle Maizi first. I don't know where to play this unlucky boy."

Jing Zhu scratched his head, smiled awkwardly but politely, and turned to leave.

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"Someone will bring wheat to eat."

Ming Xuanyu suddenly took a step forward, and naturally grabbed Jing Zhu's hand.

"Huh? Then I'll add some clothes. Suiyuexuan is a bit cold at night, haha... the prince should wear thicker clothes."

Jing Zhu stretched out his other hand to touch his shoulder, and said with a smile.

The cold touch is conveyed by the intertwined fingertips, from the fingertips to the palms.For some reason, Ming Xuanyu's hand was icy cold, did he catch a cold while lying on his stomach for a nap?Jing Zhu didn't know, he only knew that this iceberg beauty, whether intentionally or not, was able to get close to him and hold his hand.

Although it should be to keep him, let him have a drink or two.However, I always feel that after witnessing Lord Xiang's secret that time, Ming Xuanyu has undergone some inexplicable changes.

"Alright, I'll wait for you at Broken Moon Pavilion."

Ming Xuanyu still had no expression on his face, but his downcast eyes were flowing, as if he was in a charming and charming manner, faintly visible.

He walked back to the other courtyard with strides, and closed the door with a bang when he entered the house.Maizi in the house was eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, who would have guessed that there was no normal father who was elusive, and came as soon as he said it, and the pastry he just took a bite of was frightened and fell to the ground, and the wide-eyed Maizi quickly knelt on the ground , picked it up numbly, held it in his hand and blew it again and again.

However, Jing Zhu didn't notice that Maizi was so frightened that he couldn't hold the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand.He moved on the door frame, blinked his eyes, and folded his arms in thought.Sometimes frowning and pursing lips, sometimes smiling.

Maizi has never seen such a nagging look, staring at Jingzhu who seems to be in a hysterical attack, he still doesn't forget to take a bite of osmanthus cake.After calling Jingzhu several times, he came back to his senses in a daze.

"Father, do you know? Just like you just now, I heard before that this will be put into the drama, that is Yan Poxi misses Zhang San."

Maizi took a big bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and muttered.

"Hey you brat! Who is Yan Poxi and who is Zhang San? Yan Poxi thinks of Zhang San, but those two people are not... Cough cough, I have seen a few scenes, dare to talk nonsense to my father here? If you want to say, That's also the head of the willow on the moon, Ren Yue Huang... Oh, why am I talking about this with you child, get out of the way!"

Jing Zhu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable on his face, loosened his collar, and rolled up his sleeves to beat someone up.

Seeing this situation, Maizi hurriedly swallowed the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus cake in one gulp, laughing loudly, being chased by Jingzhu all over the house, and finally ran out of the house laughing.

Looking at the back of Maizi running out with a smile on his face, Jing Zhu couldn't help but be speechless.But in the blink of an eye, seeing the lonely moon in the bright sky, he suddenly remembered that he came here to add some clothes, not to teach naughty children a lesson.

Patting his face to try to force himself to wake up, Jing Zhu casually grabbed a big cloak sent by Ming Xuanyu and rushed to Suiyuexuan.