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The moonlight shines into the room from the window, reflecting the snow on the trunks and branches, refracting a dazzling white light.

Shen Mingan curled up on the couch, his whole body lost all strength, and his legs and waist were covered with mottled bruises.

It was icy cold, and Lu Ciheng had long since disappeared.

He raised his hand with difficulty, and covered his crying eyes with the back of his hand, he heard someone knocking on the door in a trance.

"Teacher Shen, have you rested?" There was another knock on the door, but Zhang Ling didn't hear his response, so he called softly again: "Teacher Shen?"

"I..." Shen Mingan opened his mouth and realized that his voice was hoarse. When he first spoke, he could only make a slight gasp. The voice could not even be heard by himself. What's the matter?"

The light of the lantern fell, and Zhang Ling's slightly bowed figure was reflected outside the door, "The emperor just said that he wanted to summon you, so he asked the old slave to come to the mansion to invite you over."

"...I'll come right away." Shen Mingan tried his best to support himself and sat up, the quilt slipped off, his body was uncovered, his white chest was covered with unusually clear hickey marks, he groped for his clothes in the dark, and said aloud : "Excuse me, please wait for me for a moment."

Shen Mingan almost rolled out of bed. Lu Ciheng threw his clothes one by one in the room. When he propped himself up on the side of the bed and stood up, the slippery and sticky dripped out of his body, flowing down his vagina. Little by little fell on the ground, Shen Mingan found a handkerchief, wiped off the white | turbidity on the sides of his legs, and picked up the clothes that fell on the ground with trembling hands.

When I bent down, there was still a strong foreign body sensation under my body, and there was a tearing pain when I moved a little.

Shen Mingan put on his coat, and trembling with his fingertips, he went to fasten the laces on the coat. It took him half a stick of incense to tie two or three laces.

The inner jacket was made of high-quality fabric, but as soon as he put it on, he felt the fabric rubbing against it, and there were bursts of stinging pain from the red and swollen place on his chest bitten by Lu Ciheng, which made him subconsciously bite his lip .

Shen Mingan restrained his panting patiently, the only sound in the room was the slight rustling of his clothes.

Just wearing a few clothes, Shen Mingan almost passed out from the pain.

He didn't go out, so Liu Heyu called him anxiously: "Sir, how are you doing? Do you want me to come in and help you wash and change?"

"Don't come in!"

Shen Mingan seldom spoke so aggressively, Liu Heyu froze in place for a moment, and slowly put down the hand that was about to push the door open.

Inside the room, Shen Mingan picked up his obscene pants, whispered and repeated, "Don't come in..."

It's embarrassing.

He didn't want his dilapidated appearance to be seen by others.

Shen Mingan brushed back his hair, put on his official hat, and tried his best to tidy himself up so that he could barely see others.

He came out of the room while coughing, and said to Zhang Ling who was waiting outside the door: "I'm sorry for keeping my father-in-law waiting for a long time, but I slept... a little deeper."

Zhang Ling bowed and smiled, "Well, the old slave is just a slave, and it's his duty to wait for the Tai Tuo for a long time, but the emperor is in a hurry to summon you, so we can't let the emperor wait for you for too long, let's go now."

"Okay." Shen Mingan took the stove from Liu Heyu, and before getting into the carriage, he asked him: "Did your majesty say anything about summoning me?"

"As slaves, how dare we speculate about the emperor's thoughts?" Zhang Ling is an old man in the palace, and he said with a smile: "The emperor just asked the slaves to come to your house to invite you. When you ask to see the emperor in the evening, Your Majesty is busy, now that he is free, he remembered you and asked you to go over."

Shen Mingan nodded, endured the pain and lifted his legs to get on the carriage. His legs couldn't close together, so he could only sit stiffly in the bumpy carriage, holding the stove and almost fell asleep again.

The carriage drove him all the way, and stopped at the entrance of Huaxing Hall at the end of the ugly time.

It was still dark, but the snow had stopped, and when the wind blew, snow fell from the branches and roof tiles.

Liu Heyu helped Shen Mingan get off the carriage, looked at Shen Mingan's abnormally flushed face with distress, and said angrily: "What time is it now, what important matter does the emperor have to summon you at this time, the weather is so cold It’s freezing, not to mention it’s snowed just now, so I can’t even sleep.”

"I also had something to ask to see the emperor." Shen Mingan tightened the cloak he was wearing, and said softly: "It's better to be later than the emperor refuses to see me. Have you taken the document on the table?"

"Take it." Liu Heyu took out the document that was next to him and handed it to Shen Mingan.

Shen Mingan stepped on the snow and walked to the entrance of the hall, took off the cloak, put it together with the stove in Liu Heyu's hands, and said: "You find a place sheltered from the wind, if you feel cold, you can go back by yourself first."

As soon as these two things left his body, Shen Mingan felt his whole body cool down, and the cold wind poured straight into his collar.

The big cloak and the warm hand stove that were still warm were placed in Liu Heyu's hands. Seeing that Shen Ming'an was shivering from the cold, Liu Heyu said anxiously: "Sir, you are not feeling well, take the hand stove inside."

"There is no one who still holds the hand stove when meeting the emperor." Shen Mingan smiled helplessly and gently pushed Liu Heyu's hand holding the hand stove, saying: "You hold it for me."

Just as Shen Mingan was about to raise his hand to push the palace door, he saw someone coming out from inside.

The man was wearing a wide flat hat, his beard and hair were all white, but his face under the beard and hair was like a child's face. In the center of the gray Taoist robe was a conspicuous Eight Trigrams and Tai Chi picture.

"Tianshi Zhao." Shen Mingan walked past him, nodding his head as a greeting.

Zhao Tianshi stared at Shen Ming'an with his slender eyes for a while, then changed the whisk on his arm from his left hand to his right.

The white hair tail on the whisk was flung on Shen Mingan's sleeve, Zhao Tianshi raised his chin slightly, and left without saying a word.

Chongsheng Emperor Lu Chengjing seemed to have changed in the past two years, not only ignoring the government, but also looking for strange people all over the world in order to seek the medicine of longevity.

Before that, there were many Taoist priests in the palace, but none of them were as highly valued by the emperor as Zhao Tianshi.

Tianshi Zhao entered the palace at the beginning of this year. I don't know what method he used to make Lu Chengjing believe in everything he said, and listen to him in everything. After entering the palace for two months, Lu Chengjing respected him as a celestial master. The power is superior to all officials, and no one can match it up to now.

Even the whisk in his hand was specially found by Lu Chengjing for him, using the tail hair of an extremely rare stag, which is said to be worth tens of thousands of gold.

Liu Heyu stared at the back of Zhao Tianshi who was walking away, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You are just a stinky Taoist priest, how dare you be so rude."

"He Yu, speak carefully." Shen Ming An said in a deep voice, "This is in the palace."

Liu Heyu pouted, and gently pushed Shen Mingan, "Sir, don't stand in the air, go in quickly."

Shen Mingan could see the smoke in the hall from a distance. The smoke slowly rose from the small bronze censer. The smell was so strong and choking that he couldn't breathe, while Lu Chengjing sat cross-legged motionless under the smoke in the hall. middle.

There was an itchy feeling in his throat, and Shen Mingan couldn't help coughing.

He walked up to Lu Chengjing, knelt down and saluted, "My minister, Shen Mingan, sees the emperor."

Lu Chengjing didn't say a word, Shen Mingan didn't dare to get up without permission, and after kneeling for a long time, he felt unbearable pain in his lower abdomen, and a dull pain in his lower body.

He raised his head slightly, and saw Lu Chengjing sitting on the side soft couch with his eyes closed and exhaling, so he said softly, "Your Majesty?"

Lu Chengjing took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. After doing this several times, he finally opened his eyes. Seeing Shen Mingan who was kneeling on the ground, he stood up from the couch with some joy, and held his arm to lift him up. Welcome to the side of the table on the soft couch, "Shen Aiqing is here, sit down quickly."

Shen Mingan said in shock: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is against the rules."

"What I say is the rule." After Lu Chengjing pressed Shen Mingan's shoulder to let him sit down, he sat cross-legged on the other side of the table, pointed at Shen Mingan's collar and laughed loudly: "Aiqing has worked hard, I'm afraid I'm going to put You woke up from the dream, Aiqing is wearing the wrong clothes here."

Lu Chengjing was wearing a light gray Taoist robe, with a wooden stick in his hair. When he smiled, his cheekbones protruded, his face was pale, and he looked a little weird and creepy.

Shen Mingan followed his fingertips to look down at his neckline, only to find that the collar of his inner jacket was dark in color, and it was too big, and it was loosely wrapped around his neck.

He suddenly realized that he was wearing Lu Ciheng's inner garment, and vaguely remembered that his own inner garment might have been torn to pieces by Lu Ciheng a long time ago. What he picked up on the ground in the darkness at that time was not the one he originally wore. The one I wore.