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Lu Ciheng didn't touch him.

Zhu Huai's face was indeed three points similar to Shen Ming'an's, even the coldness and alienation were exactly the same as Shen Ming'an's.

But as soon as Zhuhuai made a sound, Lu Ciheng's drunken head became clear for a moment.

Shen Mingan would never call him so softly.

Lu Ciheng came out of the Nanfeng Pavilion, and went straight to the Imperial College with a stomach full of unknown fire that was burning in his head.

The sound of Lingling playing the piano stopped when he entered the door. Lu Ciheng pulled up Shen Mingan who was sitting in the room playing the piano, his eyes were filled with ice, and he said fiercely: "The Tai Tuo used to teach, and he always talked about the common people and righteousness. By the way, why are you still thinking about playing the piano here because there is a shortage of food and grass in the Northwest Army?!"

"Have you been drinking?" Shen Mingan put his cold and slender hand on the back of Lu Ciheng's hand that was pulling his collar, exerted a little force, but failed to make Lu Ciheng let go of him, so he put down his hand, paused, and said softly after a while: "The emperor summoned you back. Since you arrived in Shangjing, the food and grass have been sent to the northwest."

Lu Ciheng was already very drunk, it took him a long time to react, and he said in disbelief: "Is it your idea to let me go back to Beijing at this time?"

Shen Mingan lowered his eyes and did not answer him.

"Shen, Ming, An." Lu Ciheng's every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "You are really working hard for the prince."

Lu Ciheng didn't even remember how much wine he drank that night. The wine had a strong aftertaste, and all of it rushed into his mind at this moment, only to feel that the hatred in his heart was even worse. He slowly loosened Shen Ming'an's collar, and suddenly He strangled the back of his neck and pressed his entire chest to the strings.

The sound of the clothes breaking was abrupt and crisp in the silent room.

With his waist and neck tightly clasped by him, Shen Mingan's white back was exposed in the air, trembling for a while, and said in a broken voice: "Lu Ciheng, what are you doing?"

"Do what I've always wanted to do." Lu Ciheng turned Shen Mingan's face so that he had to look at himself, and rubbed his fingers vigorously on his lips, making his whole lips rosy and moist, before leaning down. Bite his ear and said: "You don't even know, I wanted to do this six years ago. I expressed my heart to you, and you started to alienate and indifferent to me, without even an explanation, and refused to talk to me." Say one more thing. Then don’t say it, just do it.”

Shen Mingan trembled and wanted to shrink himself back, trembling as if he was about to faint, and tremblingly said: "Lu Ciheng, let me go..."

His upper body was pressed against the strings, his slender waist collapsed, his cold eyes were foggy, as if his mind had been lost, he gasped quickly, and said in a mournful voice: "Don't do this, I beg you... ..."

Shen Mingan never begged him, but even so, Lu Ciheng never let him go.

When he entered, Shen Mingan's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he subconsciously screamed.

Lu Ciheng smiled lightly and said in Shen Mingan's ear: "Teacher, call twice more, louder, so that everyone in the Imperial College will know what you, Shen Mingan, are doing with me."

Shen Ming'an was so painful that he bit his wrist tightly, Lu Ciheng turned him over, told him to face himself, kissed away the physiological tears overflowing from his eyes, and asked him gently: "Are you happy?"

"...It hurts." Shen Mingan was like a dying fish resting in the shoal, it took him a long while to answer his word.

"You know it hurts too?!" Lu Ciheng was suddenly furious. He grabbed Shen Mingan's limp and drooping hand and asked him to touch his back. "Touch and see, these scars were all left in the northwest. Because of you, why are you not at all uneasy! Do you just hope that I will die in the army, so that you will never have to see me again!"

Lu Ciheng acted fiercely, and said again: "Why is I not as good as Lu Qingzhi in your hearts? How can he compare to me?"

Shen Mingan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his chest was full of red marks pressed by the tight strings, one by one were chaotic and clear.After Lu Ciheng turned him over, he lost his focus and sat unsteadily on the strings.

He tossed Shen Mingan all night, and in the end, the strings under Shen Mingan were broken one by one.

Lu Ciheng didn't sleep for two days and two nights, and because of the hangover, he slept until the evening of the second day. When he woke up, Shen Mingan was still asleep.

Lu Ciheng drank too much alcohol that day, so he didn't remember very clearly, but he only vaguely remembered that Shen Mingan was still very disgusted with him, so much so that whenever Lu Ciheng kissed him, he would retch physiologically.

Lu Ciheng eats the marrow to know the taste, once there is the first time, there will be countless times.

But there is always progress, at least in the past two years, when Lu Ciheng kissed him again, he would no longer reflexively retch.

Although Shen Mingan still hated him very much.

Only when Lu Ciheng made Shen Mingan twitch and twitch in his arms would he have a real feeling that he only belonged to him.

Just like that, Lu Ciheng stretched out his arms and hugged Shen Mingan in his arms.

The air was filled with a fishy and obscene smell, and Shen Mingan's body was also filled with his smell. Lu Ciheng put his head on the top of his hair and smelled a faint green pine fragrance.

Only when Shen Mingan was asleep could he be hugged quietly and without struggle.

Shen Mingan curled up tightly, lying on the inner side of the bed, his head full of black hair messily sprinkled on the quilt, the redness and swelling on his knees was due to kneeling on the snow for half a day for the people of Yizhou.

Shen Mingan can do this to those ants-like common people, but he is the only one who is not good to him.

Tonight, Shen Ming'an stopped talking since he mentioned Lu Wenhuai's death. No matter how Lu Ciheng tried to mess with him, he just bit his lips and kept silent, not even showing the slightest groan.

Lu Wenhuai drowned himself in the fall of picking lotus with Lu Ciheng.

Lu Wenhuai died as soon as he died. After so many years, Lu Ciheng didn't even remember his fifth younger brother's face and voice, but he was happy to mention it from time to time to make Shen Mingan feel uncomfortable.

Lu Ciheng hugged Shen Mingan for a while, then pushed open the door and went out. He kicked Liu Heyu who were still sitting under the eaves and didn't know what to think, and said gloomily, "Go and boil some hot water."

Liu Heyu was kicked forward and almost fell to the ground. After standing still, he got up and glared at Lu Ciheng with round eyes, "What's wrong with you sir?"

"It's nothing." Lu Ciheng didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and asked him again: "Are you going?"

"No, why do you need to boil hot water?" Liu Heyu raised his head and asked him with his neck stuck.

"what ever."

After Lu Ciheng said these two words, he walked away.