Zhuzi show off

After Cheng Zhiyuan left, Xiao Mo called He Bao in, asked He Bao to help him out of bed, and circled around the room, but after a short while, Wei Wensheng with a gloomy face opened the door and barged in .

Pushing He Bao away, Wei Wensheng took over the work of helping Xiao Mo circle around.

Glancing at Wei Wensheng's face, Xiao Mo pursed the corners of his lips: "You look so bad, are you still angry with me?"

Wei Wensheng was silent for a while, and then asked without answering: "Do you like Cheng Zhiyuan?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

For Wei Wensheng, not answering is tantamount to acquiescing, so...

Xiao Mo, who was pushed back to He Bao again, watched Wei Wensheng, who came and went in a hurry, gradually disappear from the field of vision, with a bewildered expression on his face.

On the other side, Cheng Zhiyuan, Wei Wensheng left without saying a word, which made him gradually calm down, and he couldn't help regretting his impulsiveness. He wanted to persuade Wei Wensheng to leave Xiao Mo, but he could use another method!

Cheng Zhiyuan, who was deeply remorseful, suddenly caught a glimpse of Wei Wensheng turning around, with a wine jar in his hand.

"Are we still friends?" Wei Wensheng threw out such a question when he walked up to Cheng Zhiyuan.

Cheng Zhiyuan naturally didn't want to end this friendship with Wei Wensheng, so he nodded for no reason: "Of course."

"Since we are friends, accompany me to have a drink." Wei Wensheng said, he patted the wine seal off the wine jar, let the guards nearby take two wine glasses, Wei Wensheng poured a glass of wine for himself and Cheng Zhiyuan each.

After the wine was poured, Wei Wensheng drank a glass first without further ado, Cheng Zhiyuan's frown became tighter when Wei Wensheng saw this.

"Wen Sheng, is something wrong?"

Wei Wensheng raised his head and glanced at Cheng Zhiyuan, then gestured to the wine glass in front of Cheng Zhiyuan with his chin: "Drink the wine."

Cheng Zhiyuan lowered his head, looked at the clear wine in the glass, then picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Seeing that Cheng Zhiyuan had drunk, Wei Wensheng explained: "Nothing happened, so I just wanted to find someone to drink." Then he began to pour wine for himself and Cheng Zhiyuan.

Wei Wensheng poured the wine attentively, but there were few words during the pour, and the jar of wine quickly ran out.

Neither of them are people who can drink, so after drinking a pot of wine, they both blushed and felt hot, especially Cheng Zhiyuan, who was even more drunk than Wei Wensheng, with flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and forehead. Already drenched in sweat, his whole body was unbearably hot.

Cheng Zhiyuan frowned and raised his hand, tugged at his collar, intending to cool himself down, but this cooling method alone could not reduce the raging fire that was rapidly rising in his body and mind.

Suddenly realizing something, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly raised his head to look at Wei Wensheng, in disbelief: "What did you give me to drink?!"

Wei Wensheng lowered his head, making it difficult for people to see his expression at the moment. He stroked the wine glass with one hand, and gently rubbed the edge of the wine glass with his fingertips.

"It's just a little bit of passion." Wei Wensheng muttered, and then, as if he had touched some switch, he suddenly stood up from his seat, went out and summoned a guard guarding the door, and pointed at Cheng Zhiyuan:

"Send him to the emperor's residence." YZ,

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The guard's face was covered, and he didn't carry out Wei Wensheng's order immediately, which made Wei Wensheng very annoyed, so he pushed the guard: "Hurry up!"

The guard was pushed back, and immediately rushed to help Cheng Zhiyuan who had lost his mind.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt someone's touch, his whole body trembled, he squinted his eyes and looked at the guard who supported him, inexplicably felt that the guard's lips were red and his teeth were white, which made him really want...

Before Cheng Zhiyuan wanted to touch the guards, Wei Wensheng tied Cheng Zhiyuan's hands with a rope.

Xiao Mo was a little tired after wandering around the room a few times, especially Wei Wensheng's inexplicable question and ruthless pushing away just now made Xiao Mo even less in the mood to carry out the rehabilitation training he planned, so he asked He Bao to support him Went to bed and casually picked up a book to pass the time.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, it was time for dinner, Xiao Mo was waiting for He Bao to bring him dinner, when the door opened, the person who came in was not He Bao, but Wei Wensheng, and there was a guard behind him , the guard was still supporting Cheng Zhiyuan whose wrists were bound.

"Help Lord Cheng to the emperor's bed." Wei Wensheng was expressionless, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone when he ordered the guards.

The guard's questioning gaze turned to Xiao Mo, but at this moment Xiao Mo was completely bewildered by the three people in front of him, and he didn't see the guard's questioning gaze at all.

Without Xiao Mo's feedback, the guard had no choice but to obey Wei Wensheng's order and help Cheng Zhiyuan to Xiao Mo's bed.

Xiao Mo finally regained his ability to speak, frowned and asked Wei Wensheng, "What do you mean?"

Wei Wensheng came over to help the guards help Cheng Zhiyuan to Xiao Mo's bed, then untied the rope on Cheng Zhiyuan's wrist, then raised his head and took a deep look at Xiao Mo, and led the guards out.

Xiao Mo was even more confused, looking at the door that was closed by Wei Wensheng, all kinds of guesses appeared in his mind for a while, but these guesses were quickly denied by Xiao Mo, until a hot body was pressed against him, and put He fell down on the bed, and Xiao Mo finally understood Wei Wensheng's intentions.

Xiao Mo condoled Wei Wensheng's parents in his heart, and then pushed Cheng Zhiyuan, who was hugging his neck, but the injury on Xiao Mo's shoulder was not healed, and the seams in his whole body were also caused by being in the snow that day. Staying for too long and the cold evil invading the pain is unbearable. At this time, there is no strength at all.

Xiao Mo could smell the strong smell of alcohol emanating from Cheng Zhiyuan's body, mixed with the smell of blood spreading from the wound on his own shoulder being torn again, Xiao Mo felt helpless and painful.

"Cheng Zhiyuan! You fucking let me go! Look who I am!"

Xiao Mo let out a loud shout, and upon hearing Xiao Mo's shout, Cheng Zhiyuan really stopped all his movements.

Cheng Zhiyuan raised his body slightly, and looked down at Xiao Mo from above, while Xiao Mo looked back at Cheng Zhiyuan with a frown, his eyes revealing the pain of the wound being torn.

Seeing Cheng Zhiyuan stop, Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to persuade him: "Cheng Zhiyuan, you have been poisoned, if you did something to me today, you will regret it when you wake up, so, get out of my bed Go down, I'll let someone detoxify you."

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes focused on Xiao Mo's lips, which opened and closed. Xiao Mo's lips were much more beautiful than those of the guard just now. The fire was burning hotter and hotter, and when Xiao Mo tried to persuade him again, Cheng Zhiyuan lowered his head and bit the perfect lip that was as red as blood, biting, licking, and licking, as if he was tasting the supreme delicacy in the world.

Xiao Mo really regretted it, he should have kicked Cheng Zhiyuan out of bed just now, what reason is he talking to an unconscious person! ?