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Shen's residence is on Yongyuan Street, a bit far from Miyagi, but it is the busiest street in Shangjing, and there are many vendors and pedestrians on the street at the end of Xu Dynasty.

In fact, Shen Ming'an seldom returned to the manor. He was the number one scholar and was not yet a weak crown. He was promoted to Taifu by exception when he was in his twenties. He taught the lessons of the princes and lived and ate with several princes in the Imperial College. Ten years later, Shen's mansion is still as new as before. The door plaque of the emperor's imperial book is hung in the middle, showing the splendor of the past, but he is no longer used by the emperor like he used to be.

The servant drove the carriage very slowly, and it took more than half an hour to stop at the entrance of Shen's residence. He carefully arranged the step stool, and whispered: "My lord, we have arrived at the residence."

"En." Shen Mingan leaned against the wall of the carriage to doze off. Hearing this, he moved his unwarmed body, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and got out of the carriage, but unexpectedly tripped over the threshold, and the hand stove in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". The boy was supporting him, he was afraid that he might fall straight down.

The young man supported him and complained dissatisfiedly: "What is the broken threshold built so high? It's not just once or twice that you stumble over it. It's just that this is a mansion bestowed by the emperor, and it can't be rebuilt at all."

"It's because I didn't pay attention to my own feet. I can't say this anymore." Shen Mingan put his hand to his lips, coughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and his whole body trembled slightly.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was standing at the door of Shen Mingan's room. When he saw him, his face was flustered, and he almost subconsciously wanted to push him away, "Sir, you, why are you back?"

"Heyu, I was just looking for you." Liu Heyu said this strangely, but Shen Mingan didn't think too much about it, and told him: "Go and get the documents on the study table for me, I'll go change my clothes first, and we'll see later Let's go to the East Palace together."

Seeing that Liu Heyu hadn't moved, Shen Mingan felt suspicious and urged, "Why don't you go? It's about the people of Yizhou, so there is no delay."

Liu Heyu hesitated to speak, but when he saw Shen Mingan walking towards the back room, he said anxiously: "Sir, the third prince..."

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Mingan frowned, the disgust on his face was beyond words, he turned his head to ask Liu Heyu and pushed open the door.

He only saw Liu and Yu opened their mouths, and before he could hear what he said, he was dragged in by the people in the room.

His waist was savagely pressed against the door panel, hurting him so much, and the man in front of him grabbed his chin roughly, Shen Mingan had no choice but to raise his head, and saw himself full of astonishment in his surly and slightly narrowed eyes.

The blood on Shen Ming'an's pale face faded the moment he saw him clearly, and he began to struggle after a while, "Lu Ciheng, why are you so crazy, get out, get out!"

Struggling was useless, Shen Ming'an was shackled even tighter by him. Lu Ciheng held his thin wrists with one hand and pressed them on top, and stroked the back of his head with the other hand, grabbing a piece of tender white flesh on the side of his neck with his hands. The canine teeth were grinding deeply and shallowly, and the voice was cold and fierce, "Why do you still want to see the prince?! The prince is as useless as that old thing. You might as well beg me instead of begging them."

Lu Ciheng snarled hard. He watched with satisfaction that the piece of flesh turned red, like a red plum falling in the snow. That's good.

It's a pity that Shen Ming'an struggled a lot. He knelt in the snow for half a day, his legs were frostbitten, he couldn't stand now, his back was against the door panel, his legs couldn't support him, he slid and knelt down, tilting his head to avoid his bite Bite, and kept swearing at him, "Bastard... let me go!"

Lu Ciheng couldn't stop his slide, so he could only let go of his wrist, and hugged him with both hands. Shen Mingan's hand was free, so he slapped him with his backhand, cursing: "Beast!"

The slap on the face was so painful that Lu Ciheng was so angry that he couldn't hold back the rage. He waited for Shen Mingan in Shen's mansion for half a day, but Shen Mingan was about to go to the East Palace right after he came back, and he still beat him without any hesitation. He put it in his eyes.

"Bastard bastard, I've been used to hearing these curse words since I was a child. What other people scold is much dirtier than what you scold." He bit Shen Ming'an's lip, and mercilessly squeezed his tongue in to pry his mouth open. Grinding his teeth, "After so many years, the Tai Tuo still only scolds this bastard who doesn't hurt at all, why hasn't he made any progress at all?"

The smell of blood permeated the mouths of the two of them, and Shen Mingan was forced to raise his head, revealing his pale and fragile neck, crystal liquid overflowed from his slightly parted lips, and the corners of his eyes were stained with thin red.

His mind was dizzy and he couldn't breathe, he clenched his fist to hit Lu Ciheng's shoulder, but he didn't have much strength, it was limp, in Lu Ciheng's eyes it was a fight between lovers, he let go of Shen Mingan's lips Seeing Shen Mingan leaning his head on his shoulder, moaning softly like a cat, he became overjoyed, clamoring deep in his heart for more, stretched out his hand and tore off the official uniform on Shen Mingan's body, bowed down. head to tease his chest.

Shen Mingan was stripped clean, with vermilion official uniforms piled up under his feet, his slender ankles became more and more radiant and white, his slender body trembled uncontrollably, he stretched out his hands to push his head buried in his chest, his voice was loud She was so excited that her tone changed, she was low and hoarse, with an imperceptible cry: "Lu Ciheng, don't, don't touch me."

Shen Mingan usually dresses properly, even the official hat should be neat. When he was teaching in the Imperial College, he was strict with his students, and he was even stricter with himself. Everyone said that Shen Mingan was a true gentleman.

But only Lu Ciheng knew that everything under his clothes was sensitive, and he couldn't even touch his body. With a little force, the red marks would not disappear for a few days.

Lu Ciheng got his body wet, lifted one of Shen Ming'an's legs, and let him hang around his waist, without stretching him in any way, but said to him gently: "Ming An, don't mess around. Move, or it will hurt in a while."

"Uh..." Shen Ming'an bit his lips tightly, choked his breath in front of his chest, unable to get up or down, had to hang both legs on Lu Ciheng's waist, in order to relieve the pain a little.

But in fact, it didn't work at all, Shen Mingan was still so painful that he couldn't breathe, but this action greatly pleased Lu Ciheng, he took out a piece of paper from his arms, shook it in front of Shen Mingan, and lifted the black silk beside his ear With long hair like that, he said to him with a smile: "This king asked someone to make a painting, and Ming An and I were painted on it. Ming An, let's see if the painting looks like it?"

Shen Ming'an's eyes were originally out of focus, but when he saw the painting, he suddenly opened his eyes that were stained with thin red water color.

——In that painting, the figures of the two people are intertwined, without any clothes, it is him and Lu Ciheng who are painted, and they look alike in detail.He didn't care about the pain under his body, so he wanted to reach out to grab it.

Lu Ciheng let Shen Mingan crumpled and shredded the paper, and said to him with a light smile: "Ming An just tear it up, I asked someone to draw a lot of them, and there are still some in different poses, if you tear it up, there will be more."

He supported Shen Ming An and carried him to the bed, "Tell me, it would be good for me to ask someone to bind these paintings into a book. Ming An looks so good-looking, and this book will definitely sell well in Shanghai."

"Are you crazy?!" Shen Mingan trembled all over, looking at him in disbelief: "Lu Ciheng, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to do it|you." Lu Ciheng pushed him up, raised the corners of his lips and said, "That year in the capital, Longyang was very popular. When the Tai Tuo was arguing with me in the school, did you ever think about trying it for yourself one day? Is it such an ecstasy after all?"

Shen Mingan couldn't stand the pain, even kneeling in the bone-chilling snow, he didn't feel this pain. He leaned on Lu Ciheng's shoulder and couldn't stop panting, when he heard Lu Ciheng refuse to spare him at all, he lowered his voice and said He whispered in his ear: "If it wasn't for you, Fifth Brother wouldn't have drowned himself."

Shen Mingan was shocked when he heard the words, the feeling of suffocation spread all over his body, and he even forgot to push and struggle. Lu Ciheng noticed that the person in his arms hadn't moved for a long time, and thought he had made him pass out again, but after a while He heard him whispering in a hoarse voice: "It turned out that I was sorry for the Fifth Prince."