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If Wu Jitong hadn't appeared, Lu Ciheng might really not be able to resist fucking him outside.

Shen Ming'an's face was thinner than paper, he was hugged by Lu Ciheng, he gasped and coughed again, his eyes became blurred with physiological tears.

Lu Ciheng kissed him all over the face, pressed against him through the clothes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What should I do?"

Shen Mingan was made uncomfortable all over by him, he turned his face away, broke away from Lu Ciheng, and walked into the room on his own, when he just sat on the bed, Lu Ciheng pushed him up.

When Lu Ciheng pressed his back again and wanted to tear his clothes off, Shen Mingan didn't struggle, but raised his porcelain white neck when Lu Ciheng kissed his neck, and said without emotion: "I I have a headache and don't want to do it."

Not once did he want to do it.

But Lu Ciheng never listened to him.

No matter how hard he struggled, it would only make Lu Ciheng even more indifferent.

He was really tired today, with a severe headache, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and he just felt sleepy lying on the bed. He didn't expect Lu Ciheng to let him go, but at least he hoped that he would be lighter.

This was the first time that Shen Mingan spoke to him so peacefully on the bed, his voice was very low, his breath was slightly panting, he looked at him steadily, Lu Ciheng's heart was numb, and he kissed his trembling eyes.

He let go of Shen Ming'an, without saying yes or no, and wrapped his arms around him, quietly resting his head on his neck, without moving for a while.

Shen Mingan didn't know what he meant by that, he soon fell asleep in a daze, and after a long time, he vaguely felt that Lu Ciheng had gone out for a while, and when he came back, he lay down beside him and hugged him, with a slight smile on his body. cool damp.

This sleep was very deep, and the fatigue on the body was relieved a lot when I woke up in the morning.

It is rare that there is no snow outside, and the wind is still very strong. From time to time, large pieces of snow are blown off the tree trunks by the wind and smashed to the ground.

Wu Jitong graciously invited them to have lunch before leaving. The dishes on the table were rich, but Shen Mingan only drank half a bowl of porridge and refused to move his chopsticks.

Wu Jitong felt that the impression he had left on them during this time was not bad, and he wanted to show a good performance before the two of them returned to Beijing, so he found a way to say: "Third Prince, don't blame me, I went to Beijing last night. Didn't the officer bump into you and that girl on purpose...uh..."

"Shut up." Lu Ciheng gave him a sharp gouging look, and Wu Jitong swallowed the rest of his words in fright. He was still thinking that everyone is a man, what's wrong with this kind of thing, and he heard "Kang Dang With a sound, Shen Mingan on the side pursed his lips, and accidentally knocked over the porridge bowl in front of him, with an ugly expression on his face.

Wu Jitong suddenly realized, he thought that Taifu Shen was strict and he was the third prince's husband, if he found out about this, he would have to reprimand Lu Ciheng anyway.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Wu Jitong winked at the boy beside him and asked them to bring out the two girls he was looking for.

Wu Jitong sent someone to look for these two girls overnight last night. They are tall and handsome, and he used a high-sounding reason: "It's a long way from Yizhou to Shangjing, so it's inconvenient. In order to find two maidservants, the next official, They are all girls from innocent families, and they can serve two adults on the road."

Lu Ciheng naturally understood the meaning behind what he said, but his first reaction was to look at Shen Mingan first.

"Thank you Zhizhou for your hospitality." Shen Mingan lowered his eyes, he stood up, and said coldly, "See what the Third Prince means."

Lu Ciheng stared at Shen Mingan's back as he went out, slapped the chopsticks on the table, and said to Wu Jitong in a cold voice: "You keep it to serve yourself."

After lunch, Wu Jitong was restless.

The carriage back to Beijing was waiting at the gate of Zhizhou's mansion very early, and the luggage was almost packed. Shen Mingan thought it was too stuffy inside, so he stood beside the carriage, helping the guards who carried the luggage from time to time.

The wind gradually subsided, the sun hung in the sky, and the sun sometimes disappeared.

In the distance, a carriage came approaching from far to near, and the driver of the carriage stopped the carriage firmly at the gate of the mansion, Shen Mingan dodged to the side to make way.

A skinny hand lifted the curtain of the car. That hand was skinny and slender, showing an old appearance with skin and bones, but it was not ugly. It was just a conspicuous scar winding from the tiger's mouth all the way to the wrist. It looked extremely hideous.

Shen Mingan looked at the hand blankly, and suddenly felt dizzy, his body reacted one step ahead of his brain, he turned his back uncontrollably, and raised his legs as if to get into the carriage.

Behind him was Wu Jitong talking and laughing with that person, and the name Wang Xingyan appeared repeatedly.

Lu Ciheng came out from the mansion with Shen Ming'an's cloak, seeing his pale face, cold sweat on his forehead, and no blood on his lips, he thought that something was wrong with him, so he grabbed him before he entered the carriage and asked: " What are you shaking?"

"I..." Shen Mingan opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

"Ming An?" A rough voice came from behind, Shen Ming An's whole body began to tremble, and even his breathing became short and chaotic.

Lu Ciheng turned his head following the sound, and saw the man getting out of another carriage, dressed in a brocade robe, about a generation older than Shen Mingan, with sharp eyes, and a deep frown between his brows from frowning for a long time. Wrinkles, apart from that, looked like a kindly elder.

Good self-cultivation forced Shen Mingan to turn around, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, he was supported by Lu Ciheng so that he would not fall off the step stool directly, he tried his best to calm down his voice, and called out to Wang Xingyan, "uncle……"

His voice was still trembling uncontrollably.