Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

"Mister came to me, came to me..." Throat throbbed frequently, Xiao Shen chewed these words repeatedly, grasping the cool hand in his hand, finally couldn't restrain the gushing emotion, Pulling the husband over, he hugged him tightly into his arms.

An unspeakable sourness surged in Shen Qingzhuo's heart, and he put his arms around Kuanping's shoulders almost at the same time, allowing the little apprentice to bury his face on his chest, and felt the scalding hot breath seriously, and finally felt a sense of reality, " Xiao Qi, sir is here..."

After four months, through countless lives and deaths, they finally embraced each other again.

After a long time, a throat clearing sound came from the quiet military tent: "Ahem..."

Shen Qingzhuo woke up like a dream, suddenly realized that the eldest brother was still there, quickly let go of his hands, and reminded in a low voice: "Let go of Mr. first."

Xiao Shen was deeply smelling the long-lost scent on his husband, and there was a thousand reluctance in his heart, but he obediently let go, and only looked up at him.

This is the desert land north of the Youbei Great Territory, the sky is full of wind and sand, Shen Qingzhuo ran all the way, inevitably a little disheartened.

But in Xiao Shen's eyes, it was his gods who pitied him for his obsession, and wished he could pick out his eyeballs and stick them on his husband's face.

Shen Qingzhuo blushed from the scorching eyes, turned to face his eldest brother, "Brother, I'll come back to see my father."

Shen Fenglan stood aside and witnessed the scene of the deep love between the master and the apprentice just now. Although he felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't think about it for a while, and just replied: "Father is bedridden. If you can come back, he must be very happy." Happy."

The two brothers spoke a few words, Xiao Shen couldn't help urging: "General Shen, I'm tired, you go out first."

Shen Fenglan knew that the pair of master and apprentice hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they must have something to discuss in private, so he cupped his hands neatly and said: "The general will leave first."

There are only two masters and apprentices left in the military tent.

Xiao Shen stretched out his hand again, and called hoarsely: "Sir, come here a little bit, let me touch you."

Shen Qingzhuo turned around, knelt and sat on the side of the couch, and went to lift his skirt without saying a word.

"Wait..." Xiao Shen pressed his slender hand, smiling brightly and begging, "We just met, sir, so you can't wait?"

Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyes and looked into the bottom of his dark eyes, his tone was cold and serious: "Don't give me a hippie smile, let go."

Under his gaze, Xiao Shen let go of his hand in compromise.

The loose black robe was opened, revealing the blood-stained bandages on the waist and abdomen. The size of the wound could not be seen from the surface, but the blood was still oozing, which was enough to show how dangerous the situation was.

The trembling fingertips approached the bandage little by little, and then retreated like an electric shock. Shen Qingzhuo suddenly turned his face away.

Before Xiao Shen could react, he saw the crystal clear teardrops rolling down, sliding over the pointed chin, hitting his hand with a "slap", burning his heart ache.

Except on the bed, he couldn't see his husband cry at all. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he held back Lihua's rainy face, kissed and sucked the warm tears with his chapped lips, and kept whispering: "It doesn't hurt anymore. , sir, the wound has long since stopped hurting..."

Shen Qingzhuo turned his face to avoid his kiss, and there was a pitiful cry in his voice: "Don't kiss me! You clearly, clearly promised me to return my intact Xiao Qiwu..."

He was stabbed in the abdomen, but if he went an inch deeper, or his body was almost unable to resist, what he would see again would be a cold corpse...

Xiao Shen's heart was about to be broken by his crying, so he simply broke his heart, forced his wet face away, and blocked his soft and fragrant lips with his own mouth.

When the lips were pressed together, longing and fear swarmed in an instant. He drank the body fluid in his mouth frantically, sucked and bit the tip of his fragrant and soft tongue, and devoured the lips and tongue of the husband viciously.

"Well..." This stormy kiss successfully captured Shen Qingzhuo's breath, his mind gradually became dizzy, and he was forced out of breath by the devouring kiss, his thin white fingers tightly grasped the sheet on the camp bed, naturally he also forgot Weeping sadly.

As time passed, just when her husband was about to suffocate, Xiao Shen finally showed kindness and let go of his paralyzed lips.

Shen Qingzhuo's waist was so weak that he couldn't kneel, so he could only lean in the arms of the little apprentice, remembering to avoid the wounds on his waist and abdomen when he lost his mind.

"It's okay, sir don't cry anymore..." Xiao Shen caressed his trembling back back and forth, then held his slender snowy wrist, and placed it on his lips to kiss softly, "I won, I won, sir. From now on From now on, I will never be separated from Mr.

***

The emperor came all the way to the front line, bringing condolences and rewards from the imperial court. The Youbei soldiers beat the war drums loudly, vowing to drive the invaders back to the north of the desert with all their might, and never dared to step into the border of Dayong again step.

The Holy Majesty originally planned to continue to command the battle, and even General Shen couldn't persuade him, but when the Tai Tuo came, he could only obediently withdraw from the front line and return to Youbei City to recuperate.

Lifting the door curtain of the carriage, Shen Qingzhuo got out of the carriage and looked at the majestic and solemn Zhumen of the Shen Mansion, a vague sense of familiarity came to mind.

According to the system, he lived three lifetimes, each time he left home at the age of 16, and never returned to the Shen residence until his death.

The guards of the Shen residence stepped forward and asked loudly: "Who is here?"

The deputy general beside Shen Fenglan yelled: "You're blind, don't hesitate to pay your respects to the Third Young Master!"

The guards hurriedly knelt on one knee and saluted: "Third Young Master!"

"Get up." Shen Qingzhuo came back to his senses, turned around and helped the injured person down, and the two of them stepped into Shen's residence together.

As soon as he approached the courtyard, a surprised female voice sounded in his ears: "Xiao Zhuo?"

Shen Qingzhuo paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked over.

A woman who seems to be over forty years old, wearing a plain long skirt with dark patterns, her jet-black hair is meticulously coiled up, her eyebrows are frowning, her eyes are frowning, her face is thin and her waist is thin, she is elegant and refined. It is not difficult to imagine that she must have been a stunning beauty when she was young beauty.

Shen Qingzhuo quickly reacted and called softly: "Mother."

He finally knew why he didn't look like his elder brother at all. His appearance was originally inherited from his mother, Princess Lanyang.

Mrs. Shen stared blankly at her youngest son, and suddenly shed two lines of tears, but she just stood there far away and did not come forward.

Shen Qingzhuo was a little embarrassed, but also a little unspeakably uncomfortable, so he could only say: "Mother, the child is stepping back first, and I will go to greet you later."

Only then did Mrs. Shen come back to her senses, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and saluted gracefully: "I have seen the Holy Majesty."

Xiao Shen replied in a deep voice: "Madam, you don't need to be too polite."

Not long after, Shen Qingzhuo helped him into the room that had already been prepared, and settled it properly, "For the next few days, you just lie here obediently to recuperate, and when the injury improves, we will return to Beijing."

Xiao Shen smiled and said: "It turns out that the master's beauty is inherited from his mother."

Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly: "How do you say?"

"The liking to cry is also inherited." Xiao Shen added in a low tone, "It is often said that women are made of water, and I think husband is also made of water."

Shen Qingzhuo couldn't laugh or cry, and pinched him, "Just because you have an injury on your body, Mr. Dare not dare to teach you, right?"

"Mister, is he willing?" Xiao Shen shamelessly raised his face to beg for marriage.

"Be honest." Shen Qingzhuo reached out to cover her pursed thin lips, "I'll go see my father first."

Xiao Shen took the opportunity to sneak a kiss on the tender palm, and replied: "Okay."

Shen Qingzhuo tucked up the bedding for him, then turned and went to his father's room.

Unlike the young and strong sage, King Zhenbei, who was seriously injured after last fall, collapsed and could no longer mount a horse to kill the enemy.

Shen Qingzhuo made enough mental preparations before gently pushing open the door and stepping in.

The sun was setting and the room was in a daze. He walked to the bed and looked at his father who had fallen into a coma.

He couldn't remember what his father looked like in the past, but he thought that King Zhenbei, who had made great military exploits, must be very majestic.

But the person lying on the bed at this moment, with sunken cheeks and blunt bones, looks like he is about to die.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Geng woke up from his lethargy, his cloudy and gloomy eyes fell on the face of the person beside the bed, he suddenly became agitated, "Ah, Ah Zhuo cough..."

He was so weak that even coughing was a broken breath, trying to reach out his skinny hand to touch Yaozi's face.

Shen Qingzhuo knelt on the head of the bed silently, "Father, it's me."

"It's a cough..." Tears welled up in his sunken eyes, and a trembling hand fell on the back of his hand, "Go home, Ah Zhuo has gone home..."

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes and covered his father's hand with his backhand.

The eldest brother said that his father had been holding his breath all the time, just wanting to see you again, but he still refused to speak out.

The eldest brother also said, Xiao Zhuo, don't blame your father, he has no choice.If he hadn't been cruel enough to send the child to Shengjing back then, the late emperor would have been restless, and Youbei would have had no peace.

"Father rests in peace of mind, we won this battle." Shen Qingzhuo said softly, "The intruder has been expelled from the Youbei territory, and the barbarians will not dare to step into Youbei for at least ten years."

The old king of Zhenbei, who has been on the battlefield all his life, burst into tears, "It's good, good..."

***

A few days later, news came from the front again that General Shen Da led the cavalry to kill thousands of barbarians and captured the leader of Xirong alive.

When the news reached Shen's residence, Shen Qingzhuo was changing the gauze for the Holy One with his own hands.

Before leaving, the magic medicine given by the Miaoshou doctor had obvious effects. After applying it externally and taking it internally for a few days, the wound healed much faster, and it didn't look so scary now.

Xiao Shen leaned on the couch, looked down at the serious face of the gentleman, and then leaned over to steal a kiss.

"Ah!" Shen Qingzhuo was startled, and raised his face, "Can you stop scaring me? If I miss, whose wound will hurt?"

"Sir, if you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore." Xiao Shen opened his bright phoenix eyes, and acted coquettishly with a smile, "Also, when will the master promise me?"

Shen Qingzhuo put on the last bandage, closed his hands and got up, and replied nonchalantly: "Why don't I remember, what did I promise you?"

"The hibiscus tent is warming up the spring night, and the holy majesty and I untie our battle robes." Xiao Shen read slowly.

Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly: "Who taught you to tamper with ancient poems?"

Xiao Shen laughed recklessly and ostentatiously: "I have won the battle, shouldn't I ask for a reward from sir?"

The white and jade-like ears felt hot, and Shen Qingzhuo scolded softly: "The big hole in my stomach hasn't healed yet, so I started to think about it, it hurts to death, forget it."

"I don't want seven or eight, I just want Mr.." Xiao Shen stretched out his hand suddenly, and pulled Mr. onto the bed, "I only want Mr...."

After a while, the slender waist softened, and the peach blossom eyes, which seemed drunk but not drunk, were covered with a layer of mist. Shen Qingzhuo tried to maintain the last reason, "Xiaoqi, sir, I ask you..."

Xiao Shen responded while kissing: "Huh?"

"If..." Shen Qingzhuo pressed his hand, "If there was a previous life, the husband in the previous life still treated you badly..."

The moist and hot kiss went all the way, Xiao Shen kissed the red lips that breathed like blue, "How bad is it?"

"It's just whipping you, and I don't give you food..." Shen Qingzhuo supported his limp body with both hands to avoid pressing on his abdominal wound, "In short, it's so bad that you hate Mr. in your heart..."

Although the system didn't say how he died in his previous life, he should have been killed by Xiaoqi in the end...

"How could it be?" Xiao Shen poked out the looming tip of his tongue, obsessed like he was eating candy, and his tone was affectionate and crazy, "Even if Mister wants my life, I will just wash myself and send it to Mr. personally..."

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes and gasped in shock: "Xiao Qi..."

"Sir, call me by my name..."

"...Ah Shen?"

"Mm... sir, my good sir..." Xiao Shen bit his red ear tip and sighed, "My dear dear, then I will call sir Qingqing..."

The author has something to say:

Wolf Cub: What is a big hole?Even if I can't move my whole body, I can do it!

gentlemen:……

Mister didn't really remember what happened in his previous life, it wasn't as simple as the system said, and he wasn't really bad, wives, don't get me wrong!

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