After I died, the sickly prince turned black

"what happened?"

Zhao Zhen turned to look at You Ziqing.

You Ziqing exerted force on his hands, and Zhao Zhen was pulled by him to sit beside the bed.He sat up, stretched out his hand to caress Zhao Zhen's eyelids, his face full of distress.

"Your eyes are bloodshot." You Ziqing could not help but tell him to take off his robe: "No matter what happens, put it aside, take a bath, and sleep well."

Knowing that You Ziqing is stubborn, how could Zhao Zhen not follow him.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhao Zhen pinched You Ziqing's face: "Go to bed first, and I'll take a bath."

Zhao Zhen washed quickly because he was afraid that You Ziqing would wait, and when he came back, he saw him waiting with his eyes open.

"Didn't I tell you to sleep first?" Zhao Zhen lay down beside You Ziqing.

As soon as she lay down, You Ziqing rolled over and hugged her waist.

Zhao Zhen reached out and patted him on the back: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." You Ziqing rubbed his shoulders: "I just want to hug you."

What You Ziqing didn't say was that the mystery of Zhao Ji's life and death made him feel uneasy.

Especially when Zhao Yan looked at him before, it always gave him an indescribable feeling.

It was because of this uneasiness that You Ziqing hugged Zhao Zhen even more tightly.

"Can't sleep?" Zhao Zhen lowered his head and patted You Ziqing's back soothingly with one hand: "Do you want me to help?"

You Ziqing was absent-minded, and upon hearing this, she simply said, "I'm afraid His Highness will fall asleep halfway."

This mouth owes.

Zhao Zhen was just joking at first, but when he heard that, he immediately got excited, turned over and put You Ziqing under him.

"Even if your man stays up all night, it's more than enough to handle you." Zhao Zhen pinched You Ziqing's chin: "Come and see now, will I fall asleep halfway through?"

You Ziqing returned to her soul, and begged for mercy in a calm manner: "Brother, I was wrong, I just have no heart and no lungs..."

"Are you owed?" Zhao Zhen snorted and said, "It should be cleaned up."

"I'm still sick." You Ziqing grabbed the hand that went down her waist, and looked at Zhao Zhen pitifully.

Zhao Zhen narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while: "You little bastard who will be cowarded after flirting."

"How can it be so small?" You Ziqing said with a pun, "Aren't we the same age?"

Zhao Zhen had already rested his mind, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "I still owe you?"

You Ziqing shook his head.

Zhao Zhen's eyes flashed, he squeezed You Ziqing's face, raised his hand and took out a wooden box from the dark compartment of the bed.

Facing You Ziqing's suspicious eyes, Zhao Zhen explained: "I made a set according to my size, just for you to see."

"What?" You Ziqing had a bad feeling, and then saw Zhao Zhen took them out one by one.

There are five pieces in a row, and the jade is the best and exquisitely carved, but this is not the point. The point is that each one has Zhao Zhen's name on it!

You Ziqing: "!!"

Zhao Zhen pinched You Ziqing's chin and turned his head: "Do you want to try?"

"You..." Seeing that there was still a dog's head engraved on it, You Ziqing was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

The alarm bells were ringing in my head, and now I am not soft and boneless, and I want to run away when I open Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen put his arms around his waist, dragged the person back, and directly suppressed him violently, which made You Ziqing deeply understand what it means to be tired and broken.

So many dog-headed Zhao Zhen joined the battle, the shamed You Ziqing almost lost his soul...

Standing in the outer hall, Hu Chang listened to the intense commotion inside, and he missed An Qi very much.

An Qi, who was missed by Hu Chang, had already been taken to the restaurant by Zhao Yan, and looked at the wine glass in front of him indifferently.

"Are you drinking with Grandpa, or watching Grandpa drink?" Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows seeing An Qi standing there like a wooden stake.

"As a dark guard, the villain cannot drink alcohol." An Qi was expressionless.

Zhao Yan didn't get angry, and just raised his eyelids: "Come here and pour wine for Grandpa!"

This... Although it is not a duty, it is acceptable.

An Qi got up and sat down, just as he reached for the flagon, Zhao Yan grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"Third Prince, please respect yourself!" An Qi was taken aback, and reflexively, his backhand turned an elbow, which was easily caught by Zhao Yan, turned around and pressed on the floor, suddenly shocked and angry: "Third Prince! "

"Hush——" Zhao Yan reached out to take the wine glass, pinched An Qi's chin, and forcibly fed it. Seeing that An Qi was coughing from choking, he said unexpectedly, "Have you really never drank?"

"Cough cough third prince..."

Zhao Yan quickly put down his wine glass and patted An Qi on the back: "The cough is so severe, it seems to be going well?"

An Qi was wondering how he was going well, so Zhao Yan lowered his head and kissed his mouth shut.

Dark Seven: "!!"

ahhh-

Being kissed, what's the situation? !

After the kiss was over, Zhao Yan raised his head and was delighted to see An Qi's thunderous expression. He touched his face and said, "Why are you so shocked?"

An Qi stared at Zhao Yan, blushing white and black.

"Oh, sorry to see you, have you ever prescribed meat?"

Zhao Yan leaned closer to An Qi's ear: "Actually, coming by yourself is better than listening to someone's corner... Do you want to try it? Didn't your Eunuch Hu ask you to have sex with someone in the Zhaoxian County Government that day?"

"The third prince drank too much!" An Qi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and rattled, if he hadn't cared about the identity of the other party, he would have punched him out a long time ago.

"It's just two cups." Zhao Yan glanced at An Qi's clenched fists: "You clenched your fists so tightly, do you want to beat me up?"

"Beating a dog depends on the master. The third prince insulted me so much, it's too disrespectful to His Highness!" An Qi said angrily with red eyes.

Zhao Yan was startled when he heard the words, and said strangely: "I just kissed you, why did I insult you?"

Dark Seven: "??"

That's not counted?

Is your old Zhao family shameless from your ancestors? !

Zhao Yan slapped him on the forehead: "Speak, why did I insult you, huh?"

"Heh!" An Qi looked away: "Then what is the third prince doing? Your etiquette is to press people down?"

"I just suppressed you, and didn't pick you up. How can you be considered an insult?"

Zhao Yan squeezed An Qi's chin, and turned his face back: "Besides, even if I raped you, why are you, I think so you, how can you be an insult?"

Dark Seven: "..."

What the hell is the difference? !

"Little Qiqi——" Seeing that An Qi was shivering from the cold, Zhao Yan smiled brighter: "Why don't you stop doing it next to Big Brother and come to me, I promise not to let you Listen to the corner, how about it?"

"Third Prince thinks too much, An Qisheng is His Highness's person, and death is His Highness's ghost..."

"Your son heard your words, you must be unhappy." Zhao Yan clicked his tongue, let go of An Qi and stood up to continue drinking: "Come here and pour wine for the master."

An Qima slipped up, straightened his clothes, and was about to run away without saying a word, but before he jumped up, Zhao Yan grabbed his collar and pulled him into his arms.

"Want to run?" Zhao Yan restrained An Qi's hands, smiling a little scary.

"What exactly does the third prince want?" An Qi struggled and said angrily.

"It's really a piece of wood." Zhao Yan turned around and pushed An Qi against the wall: "My Lord has taken a fancy to you, can't you see it?"

"Third prince, don't make fun of the small ones." An Qi was expressionless, but blushed deeply.

"You have so many hidden guards, do you think the Lord is making fun of others?" Zhao Yan put his finger on An Qi's ear: "You are blushing."

Dark Seven: "..."

"You actually blush..." Zhao Yan said, "Does it mean that you can actually accept men?"

Dark Seven: "..."

"Don't talk?" Zhao Yan lowered his hand: "Then I..."

"The villain only likes beautiful and cute little ladies!" An Qi pushed Zhao Yan away: "The third prince is neither a little lady, nor beautiful, I, I will not look for you even if I am sex!"

"You think I'm ugly?" Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes.

Dark Seven: "..."

Originally... Isn't it as good-looking as His Highness and Young Master?

Zhao Yan continued to ask in his soul: "Do you really only like little ladies?"

Dark Seven nodded hesitantly.