After I ate against the cold eunuch [Transmigration Book]

He was ready to be sensational, but Shi Yichen knew what he was about to say when he looked at his face, so he put down the spoon and put a bowl in front of him, with a smile on his face: "You drink with me. "

Ning Cong nodded and sat down, picked up the bowl, and ate it, what a fairy taste.

When did his ability to cook soup drop so much?

Looking at Shi Yichen again, he also looked at him; "What's the matter, why don't you drink?"

Ning Cong swallowed the fish soup with a "gudong" sound, and his whole body was not well, his face was a little distorted, but he smiled: "Elder-in-law, you haven't bathed in the past few days, I'll prepare some water for you, take care of it." Wipe it, change your dressing after wiping, and take a bath frequently is very helpful for the body's resistance, so you won't get sick easily." After finishing speaking, he got up and walked outside without waiting for Shi Yichen's reaction.

Naturally, Shi Yichen wouldn't stop him, he wished Ning Cong would leave as soon as he was gone, he sighed and poured the fish soup into the soup pot, his scalp was still numb in circles.

Too bad to eat.

evening.

Shi Yichen was wearing a middle-clothes, his chest/mouth/exposed/was covered with white snow, and his hair was wet. Just now, Ning Cong took a bath for him and wiped his whole body. Now he feels refreshed and much lighter. .

"Elder-in-law, change your medicine." Ning Cong had already brought the medicine box over, and Shi Yichen went to the bed and sat down.

Ning Cong opened the medicine box and was very proficient in changing his dressings, but now, Shi Yichen's whole body exuded the fragrance after taking a bath, and Ning Cong was a little absent-minded about changing the dressings. When he wiped the wound on his heart, he couldn't help it. Wanted to stroke/knead with his hands, and he did.

When Shi Yichen was massaged by his soft fingertips, he couldn't help but shuddered all over. Ning Cong gently stroked his sword wound before applying the herbal medicine. The red scar had recently become darker, with A little itching, this is the reaction that Scar will have in the later stage. Ning Cong's hands are very lightly touched. He seems to know him very well. He knows where itches and where it feels uncomfortable. Every moment his fingers fall, Shi Yichen He felt extremely comfortable and relaxed, and at the same time, accompanied by an inexplicable emotion, slowly soaking his nerves.

He propped his hands on his sides, held his head high and leaned back a little, and said in an unnatural voice, "Okay, let's take the medicine." He felt that his body was about to be unable to bear this strange feeling, and he didn't want to let Ning Cong saw it.

"Elder-in-law, this sword injury will be very uncomfortable in the later stage. You have to bear with it. I'm rubbing it for you. This way the blood will dissipate quickly, and you will suffer less." Ning Cong caught a glimpse of Shi Yichen's slightly flushed face. On his cheeks, he took off all the make-up, and now he is completely bare-faced, so he can clearly see every expression, every inch of his skin, including the size of his pores.

Shi Yichen's shoulders couldn't help trembling/shocking and his deep clothes were shaking, Ning Cong suddenly thought of something else, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, his hands were still massaging, and he didn't move away because of Shi Yichen's words .

There are long red scars on the jade-colored skin. Under the candlelight, it is weird and coquettish, with an indescribable charm. Besides, Shi Yichen's posture is also very... Thirst, the strength in the hand has become stronger, but the scars are not shallow. These days, the medicine has already healed, and the skin and flesh are connected to each other and the new flesh is growing. This process is the most difficult. Then It's numb and can't be scratched casually, but the movement of Ning Cong's hand on him at this moment has solved Shi Yichen's extreme physical discomfort very well. It seems that the greater the strength, the more comfortable the scar on his heart will feel.

But this feeling is too strange. In the past, no one treated him like this when he was injured. The doctor hurriedly changed the medicine and left after the change, but he just endured it with a blank face. Now, Ning Cong sometimes gently and sometimes hard. Extra loose, Shi Yichen felt like his heart was beating out of his chest.

He obviously just took a shower, the window in the room was open, and the night wind was blowing in, so it wasn't very dry/hot, but there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, following Ning Cong's priorities, his voice became hoarse Try to keep his voice as calm as possible; "It's fine." He felt like he was in a steamy bath room, and an unknown air pressure filled his whole body and suffocated him, but he didn't hate this feeling .

Ning Cong finally stopped, took out the gauze from the medicine box next to him, opened the special herbal ointment prescribed by Dr. Li, began to apply the medicine carefully, and finally changed his upper body.

Shi Yichen adjusted his breath secretly, pulled away the quilt, lay down, looked at Ning Cong's back where he placed the medicine box, and found that his waist was so slender, it seemed that he could wrap it around lightly with one hand, Ning Cong was in good shape , with a well-proportioned upper and lower body, especially when the lower body is restrained by the belt, his legs look extraordinarily slender when walking. He used to look like nothing, but now when Shi Yichen glances at him, he always feels that the graceful figure makes him dizzy for a moment.

"Elder-in-law, every time I change the dressing from now on, I'll rub it for you, okay? This way you'll recover sooner." Ning Cong walked over and began to take off his clothes. Ever since they lived together, they didn't care about being in front of each other. It's about getting dressed.

Shi Yichen watched his series of neat movements, turned his eyes and looked at the curtain in front of the bed, thinking of the same tactile sensation brought by his fingers across the skin just now, which shocked him and reminded him.

Ning Cong couldn't hear his reaction for a long time, so he leaned over and said dissatisfiedly: "Elder-in-law, don't you like me rubbing for you?"

Shi Yichen woke up startled, watched him move back a little, and smiled: "No."

"Then it's settled, I'll squeeze it for you once a day." Ning Cong showed a happy smile.

Shi Yichen nodded, and then wondered if he had agreed too quickly, rubbing him once would cost half his life, if he massaged every day, then he...

Thinking of this, Ning Cong has already rolled into his quilt, and hugged him with a satisfied face. Shi Yichen is a little less than other men, so Ning Cong turned sideways and hugged him. Grabbing his waist, one leg rested on his body, and the extra leg slammed straight on his body, not as soft as imagined, but with a bit of yelling/clamour, he looked down at Ning Cong, Ning Cong Cong's black hair hangs down beside him, like gauze by the stream, light and beautiful, Ning Cong's unique fragrance flutters in his nostrils again, his body tenses up, he feels that now is the most difficult thing for him to deal with The case also gave him a headache.

If he can't handle his business well, he can find someone to vent his anger, but now, he has nowhere to vent his anger, and he can't do anything to Ning Cong, so he has to bear this unprecedented strangeness by himself.

"Eunuch, why is your body so hot?" Ning Cong suddenly raised his head full of concern.

Those star pupils were too pure, without any impurities. Shi Yichen darkened his pupils, and changed him into the posture of a man slaughtering him, peeping at him from top to bottom. Ning Cong was startled and couldn't bear it. Stop shouting.

"Father."

"What's your name?" He was a little sullen. He had never made him look so ugly in more than 20 years. He stared at him with a bad tone: "Did you do it on purpose? If you feel that I have something less than you, you will be unscrupulous." Are you indiscriminate against me?"

Ning Cong: "..." What is this guy so crazy about in the middle of the night?

"Hey—" With a scream, Shi Yichen made a sudden move. He felt that the force was stronger than Yichen's grip when he was in the bathroom last time. How could he offend him?

"Elder-in-law." Ning Cong immediately showed weakness, looking at the person above his head with tears in his eyes, hoping that he would show mercy.

Shi Yichen's expression was cold, and he didn't say a word. If it wasn't for the feeling coming from there, the whole room would be deserted, everything was silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

"I'm different from those men you've seen, but if I want to do something to you, do you think I can do it?" Shi Yichen stuck to him a lot, his eyes were shining, observing every move of Ning Cong, He disturbed his heart, and now he doesn't want to be merciful, so naturally, Ning Cong frowned, and his forehead was forced to sweat: "Uncomfortable."

Ning Cong's pitiful look made the unknown fire in his heart more vigorous: "Didn't you say you like me? You say so much and do so much, do you want to be like this now?"

Ning Cong whimpered, Shi Yichen suddenly treated him like this, could it be that it was really what he guessed just now, when he was applying the medicine, he keenly noticed that something was wrong with Shi Yichen, deliberately lingering on the injured part of his heart, he did not expect to be guessed by him By the way, in fact, Shi Yichen didn't feel much repulsion towards his body, and he didn't want to push him hypocritically, saying no, don't, and other nonsensical words.

The bare-faced Shi Yichen is really amazing, especially now that he is wounded, he is wearing a flowing shirt, and his red lips are as pale as if he had vomited fruit-colored lipstick. That kind of forbearance that is clamoring to break out of the wall is integrated into one, making him exude a unique temptation//attraction that no one can bear to look away after seeing it. How can Ning Cong stand it? He straightened Hooking his neck, sending myself into his neck, I stopped pretending and whispered in his ear: "Yes."

......

Inside the West Factory Dungeon.

Luo Ling was alone in the huge prison cell, and he was the only one locked up in it. Through the wall, he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the sound of whippings from the next room. Ling frowned, his nostrils seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

His purpose of coming here this time has been achieved. He has no ability to shake the foundation of the Daxing royal family, but the emperor of Daxing can. He didn't expect that his own face is still useful.

The envoy who will come with him is imprisoned at some place, and he probably won't be able to go back. Most likely, he will be cut in half. When he thinks of this, Luo Ling's enchanting face can't help but smile. He hates everyone and things related to the Chen imperial family, die, die, and destroy those envoys even Xi Chen. Although he doesn't like this dog emperor, but if he is asked to choose, he would rather let Xi Chen It fell into the hands of the man just now.

Luo Ling looked at the iron windows on the wall. The windows of such a large dungeon were so small that the light could hardly be reflected in. It was cold and humid here, and his body didn't feel very comfortable after staying for a long time. He still had injuries on his body, that The eunuch's martial arts are excellent, although he claims to be good, but it is almost a fact that he will make trouble in the Daxing Palace, with few enemies and many enemies.

He didn't think about winning, but he just used his identity as an envoy of Xichen to assassinate, so that the Daxing royal family would drag the anger of the Xichen royal family.

"Dangling..." He was wearing shackles on his feet, and the other end of the shackles was tied to the wall. He could only move within a fixed small area. It would be as difficult as climbing the sky to leave here.

He had seen it, the iron chains were made of fine iron, even if he was not injured and faced with this level of bondage, it would probably be difficult for him to escape.

This time it's probably going to be here, Luo Ling's brows and eyes flashed an almost invisible bleakness, and after a while, he pursed his lips and chuckled: dying here is better than watching Langyue rule Xichen rule all day long. Good start.

If her mother hadn't died, if he still lived in that small courtyard, wouldn't he be where he is today, would he be able to compete with Langyue?