Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

In the evening, after the bonfire banquet, the aristocrats returned to the camp to rest and prepare for the arrival of the autumn hunt the next day.

Qin Ge and Jun Chenbi naturally lived in the same tent.

Although the tent camped outside was already the largest, it was far inferior to the splendor of the palace.

The bed was placed on one side of the tent, and the tub for bathing was only separated by a screen. The palace people brought in hot water to fill up the tub.

Although they used to share the same bed with the tyrant, the place where they bathed was the side hall. Now they are in the same room with only a screen that can transmit light and shadow. Qin Ge can't help worrying about his identity being leaked.

Holding a heart slightly, Qin Ge took a shower as quickly as possible, and Qin Ge heaved a sigh of relief when he put on the snow-white obscene clothes.

After a while, Jun Chenbi also finished bathing and got on the bed, with a trace of water vapor on his body.

However, when Qin Ge was hugged by the tyrant as usual, he could feel the warmth from Jun Chenbi.

The body temperature of the tyrant has always been very low, and his skin is as cold as cold jade. Sleeping next to him in summer is very refreshing, so Qin Ge turned a blind eye to the fact that Jun Chenbi hugged him to sleep every night. eye, no objection.

But, tonight, he was really abnormal...

Qin Ge was slightly startled, sat up halfway, looked at Jun Chenbi through a cluster of pale and hazy night pearls, and asked, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"

Jun Chenbi's narrow and long phoenix eyes are amazingly bright, staring at Qin Ge's light and elegant face like a beautiful jade, and his peach blossom-like shape, the two lips that move slightly when he speaks, the Adam's apple rolls up and down involuntarily, There was a dry thirst: "...um."

Hearing Qin Ge's concerned question, the Son of Heaven said "Mmm" with deep eyes.

Perhaps, he didn't hear what Qin Ge asked at all.

Qin Ge reached out to touch Tanjun Shen Bi's forehead, and frowned: "What's wrong with your Majesty?"

After thinking about it, Qin Ge said again: "The body of the dragon is the most important thing, let's pass it on to the imperial physician."

If anything goes wrong with the tyrant, it's not something he can afford.

With that said, Qin Ge lifted the brocade quilt and was about to stay in bed.

Jun Chenbi held Qin Ge's wrist, not to mention that Qin Ge couldn't stay on the bed, and even fell on the tyrant, who grabbed his waist and pressed him to his chest.

Qin Ge struggled lightly, "Your Majesty..."

Jun Chenbi pressed Qin Ge, and when he opened his thin lips to speak, the breath in his ears was hot: "My concubine, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

"..." Qin Ge's heart was swollen, as if he felt something, he licked his lips, his voice lowered, revealing a faint hoarseness: "I... I'll go to the imperial doctor..."

"I don't need an imperial doctor." The tyrant's eyes fixed on Qin Ge, as if his prey had nowhere to escape: "The imperial doctor is not good, only you can heal me well."

His slender hands pinched the back of Qin Ge's neck, forcing him to raise his head, and then kissed and bit Qin Ge's lips, his usual sultry voice was vague and lazy: "Xia Fuhai, that dog slave, said that deer blood wine is a good wine. Something, gave me a drink..."

"I'm feeling uncomfortable now, I'm feeling very uncomfortable, and taking a cold bath doesn't help, my concubine, please help me."

This may be the rare time for Jun Chenbi, a tyrant, to humble himself.

In Qin Ge's heart... he wanted to scold his mother.

Deer blood wine, drinking it is a great tonic!

Doesn't the dog emperor know what to drink and what not to drink? !