Crane Chong dressed as a villain and a foolish king

It was already dark at this time, the lanterns under the eaves outside were lit up one by one, the servants guarding the courtyard were silent in the corner, Zhuang Heng was the only owner in the new home, it was deserted, and after Ji Dashi left, the whole courtyard was even more empty and silent.

Zhuang Heng went to the bathtub to take a comfortable hot bath, and lay down on the couch to rest after washing, but belatedly began to be afraid.

Ai sensed that his emotions were not right, and hurriedly asked: [Master, what's the matter with you? ]

Zhuang Heng sat up, wrapped in a quilt, and looked at the bedroom that was surrounded by darkness due to too much space: [I, I, I, I killed someone, what should I do now that the stamina is picking up? ]

Ai was startled: [If you don't tell me, I'll forget it!I, I, I am also a little scared...]

Zhuang Heng: [...As expected, I can't expect you to comfort me. ]

ai came up with an idea: [How about you move the little brother out!Let the little brother comfort you! ]

Zhuang Heng turned his head to his knees, lowered his eyes and muttered: [A dummy who can't speak or move, what do you expect him to comfort? ]

ai: [Then I can only find the little brother himself...]

Zhuang Heng scratched his head, a little tangled, on the one hand, he felt that he had already made up his mind to stay away from Xiao Lang, and he should do what he said, otherwise he would run over even the most serious things, and it was no different from refusing to welcome, but On the other hand, he felt uneasy in his heart. After all, he had a battle with the national teacher, and the national teacher died. It was a bit unscientific for them to be unscathed. He was worried that something would happen to Xiao Lang, but he was also afraid that this worry was in his subconscious. The excuses I came up with were, in short, very contradictory.

ai continued to give him advice: [Just take a look secretly, don't let him find out. ]

Zhuang Heng struggled for a while, then took a deep breath: [Okay, go and take a sneak peek and come back after making sure he is fine, please help me turn on the live broadcast, I will cook a supper. ]

AI turned on the live broadcast for him. He took out a pack of instant noodles from the system, soaked them in boiling water, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: [Fairy friends, I’m going to see my younger brother. It takes about three minutes to cook instant noodles. It's been a while, I went to see it and came back to eat noodles. ]

The audience in the live broadcast room: ...

Zhuang Heng covered the instant noodles, disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, and appeared in the capital palace.

The sleeping hall was silent, except for the hazy light from a floor lamp in the corner gauze, the light sources in other places were extinguished. Zhuang Heng walked in on tiptoe, smelling the scent of tranquilizing incense in his nose, and the brocade quilt on the bed had It was obviously bulging, he leaned over to have a look, Xiao Lang was lying inside with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

The live broadcast room exploded, and the audience turned into mother fans one after another. Seeing Zhuang Heng leaning over, they howled with excitement.

Aww, my goose is Sleeping Beauty!kiss him!kiss him!Kiss him up!

Zhuang Heng took a closer look. Although the light was dim, Xiao Lang's complexion could not be seen clearly, but he could hear his breathing was very gentle, and coupled with the calmness in the palace, it was basically possible to judge that nothing happened. He held his breath and watched. After a while, he cautiously stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Lang's forehead, feeling completely at ease, then straightened up and disappeared from the side of the couch, returning to his new home in the abandoned capital.

The audience in the live broadcast room: ? ? ?

Zhuang Heng removed the small chopping board that covered the bowl, took out the chopsticks, mixed the noodles with the seasoning, and started to eat: "Well...not hard or mushy, the taste is just right, it seems that I have mastered the timing well, and with my exclusive The secret seasoning tastes great, everyone come and taste it, ahh..."

audience:……

Zhuang Heng finished eating the instant noodles, and put down his chopsticks contentedly: "Everyone, this live broadcast is over, everyone go to bed early, don't stay up too often, and be careful of baldness."

audience:! ! !

You fucking say it again?Did you say it was over in a quarter of an hour?Ah ah ah ah continue ah!What are you sleeping on? Wake up!

Zhuang Heng exited the live broadcast room neatly amidst the wailing of resentment, washed the dishes and chopsticks, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, and then lay down on the couch again, then moved out Xiao Lang's clone, leaned sideways to hug him, closed his eyes and was quiet After a while, I finally felt sleepy, and muttered in a daze: "After a bit of tossing, I'm not so afraid at all."

AI also yawned very humanely, and went into hibernation not long after he fell asleep.

In the dark night, Xiao Lang's duplicate body breathed, then opened his eyes, turned over and hugged Zhuang Heng, he lowered his eyes and looked quietly for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed gently on the corner of Zhuang Heng's eyes.

Before Zhuang Heng went to see him, he knew that he had lived under the eyes of the national teacher for so many years, and he had already perfected his feigned sleep. He guessed that Zhuang Heng would pass by, so he asked someone to fan the smell of medicine in the dormitory early on. He lighted the Anshenxiang again, which didn't attract Zhuang Heng's attention. He couldn't tell whether he didn't want to worry Zhuang Heng, or didn't want to show weakness in front of Zhuang Heng, or maybe both. Zhuang Heng bent over by the couch, When the breath approached, he had the urge to run away for the first time.

Fortunately, he is in the body of the dummy at the moment, and the arm hugging Zhuang Heng is still strong.

Zhuang Heng didn't sleep well. After all, he killed someone. Even if the person killed deserves to die, it is impossible for him to have no disturbances in his heart. He frowned from time to time, and occasionally he would be startled by the terrifying scene. Xiao Lang hugged him tightly. After a while, he raised his hand and patted him on the back, and he gradually calmed down. In the middle of the night, he finally fell asleep, but after an unknown period of time, he began to have unspeakable dreams again.

This time it was not as intense as last time, but the people lying on him kept kissing him, the warm and moist touch was as close as it could get away, falling on him as light as a feather, this kind of touch swept over his whole body, itchy and numb, obviously not The extremely violent action made him almost collapse. He opened his mouth wide to pant, and vaguely called Xiao Lang's name in his dream. Once he called the feather, he would intensify his strength, but soon it changed back to a light touch. He seemed to be halfway through. After waking up once, I got up nervously and stared at the replica next to me, and then I couldn't bear the sleepiness and lay back to sleep, and the dream came back again.

On the eve of dawn, Xiao Lang suppressed his heavy breathing and got up from Zhuang Heng's body. He went to the bath to wash himself lightly, and when he came back, he hugged Zhuang Heng again.

He closed his eyes, his whole heart was so hot that he was so ecstatic after just a little taste, he really didn't dare to think about anything more presumptuous, and all of this was hidden from Zhuang Heng, and he felt guilty of doing bad things, and the rest He didn't dare to move any more for a while, seeing that Zhuang Heng had fallen into a light sleep, he quickly let go of his arms and lay down back to the original position.

Zhuang Heng didn't get up until mid-sun, and the whole process of washing and eating was in a trance. When Ji Dashi came over, he was sitting in the yard in a daze. Willow doubts life.

Ji Dashi ran over worriedly, stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Xianjun, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Heng regained consciousness in a trance: "Oh, what's the matter?"

Ji Dashi stared at him wide-eyed: "Xianjun, you said yesterday that you would do...a census, did you forget?"

In fact, he wanted to ask Zhuang Heng where he felt uncomfortable, but he thought that this is a fairy, and there should be no problem of physical discomfort, so he swallowed the words without asking. Sick appearance: "I haven't forgotten, go now, bring someone who can write, and make a record."

Ji Dashi looked around, and said in a low voice: "Xianjun, I have asked people to watch those who have different intentions. I planned to take them to work early this morning, but one of them complained of a stomachache and sneaked out of the city to meet people. , A brother sent a message, saying that the person who met him had the accent of Qi Guo, and he should have been bought by Qi Wang, and now he is Qi Wang's eyeliner."

Zhuang Heng raised his eyes: "King Qi, it's normal, don't startle the snake for now."

Ji Dashi nodded: "Yes."

Zhuang Heng changed his clothes and went out with him, and went door to door all day long. The AI ​​input program started again and again, and he spent all his remaining balance and the rewards he got from the last two live broadcasts. , but the money is well spent, I don't feel bad at all.

Abandoned Capital used to be a real abandoned city, no one would notice it, but recently it may be because of the reputation of Xianjun that people began to miss it. Zhuang Heng checked a small half of the city and only found a spy. It should not be difficult to solve this trouble if we don’t start so quickly. However, after the census found that many elderly people were helpless and almost lost the ability to work, it was a more difficult problem.

Zhuang Heng has been busy all day, and he has no time to think about anything else for a while. When he returned to his new home at night and prepared to rest, the feeling of trance came back to his mind.

Ai saw him tossing and turning on the couch, unable to fall asleep, and asked suspiciously: [Master, why didn't you move the little brother out? ]

Thinking of the scene in the dream, Zhuang Heng blushed: [Forget it, I don’t need it today. ]

Ai is puzzled: [What kind of horse? ]

Zhuang Heng closed his eyes: [Nothing. ]

ai: [Are you afraid of dreaming about him and you again? ]

Zhuang Heng opened his eyes suddenly: [! ! ! ]

How did he forget! AI lives in his mind. Although it does not have the function of mind reading that does not pay attention to privacy, occasionally when he has a particularly strong and clear idea, it will inadvertently be converted into brain waves and become the language in the brain for AI to capture. Just now he My mind is full of rejections of the dream, and ai really noticed it!Shame!

ai is very curious: [What is it like in the dream?Are you shy? ]

Zhuang Heng's face became even hotter, and he smashed the jar: [Yeah, I'm so shy, I can't fucking sleep with a humanoid pillow, now I seriously suspect that I'm too hungry and thirsty, and vent at night by taking the dummy as a real person . ]

ai: [Wow!Sounds so exciting!Such an exciting dream is nothing to do! ]

Zhuang Heng: […]

It's nothing, if there is no dummy next to him, he can still enjoy it frankly in his dream, and even looks forward to it again the next day, but there is a dummy next to him, he always feels like a pervert, he will feel special Guilty, especially because he always feels strangely that he seems to have done something with the dummy in the middle of the night.

ai: [Really don't want a pillow?The little brother's pillow feels so safe to hug! ]

Zhuang Heng grinds his back molars: [No more! ]

He did what he said, and he really didn't move out Xiao Lang's clone. As a result, he woke up the next day with black eyes, which shocked Ji Dashi who came to him to continue the census.

Ji Dashi looked at his face carefully: "Xianjun, didn't you sleep well at night?"

Zhuang Heng's heart was gloomy, and his face was sympathetic: "Yes, thinking that there are still so many people in the city who are old and homeless, I can't sleep or eat well..."

Ji Dashi was very moved: "You don't have to be like this, since Xianjun came here, our life is much better than before!"

Guiltyly, Zhuang Heng raised his sleeve and wiped his face.

A few days later, the census of the abandoned capital was over, and Ji Dashi found a reason to arrange sporadic spies into the labor team. Zhuang Heng started to work on the disciples, and the air pressure in the palace in the capital was getting lower and lower day by day.

The imperial doctor told several humerus ministers about Xiao Lang's condition in detail: "Your Majesty is still young, he recovered quickly, and he is much better now than a few days ago, and hemoptysis is also decreasing day by day, but his body is weak. Nian should be more careful, get up and down slowly, and avoid strenuous activities."

Xiao Lang's face was clouded with dark clouds, and he was about to roll over. The imperial doctor continued with a stern look: "You shouldn't be overly emotional. Don't be overjoyed or sad. You can't practice kung fu, and you can't have sex."

"Kacha——" the medicine bowl in Xiao Lang's hand cracked a crack.

The imperial doctor was shocked: "Your Majesty! Don't get angry!"

Xiao Lang threw the medicine bowl away with a bang, and closed his eyes.

Zuo Zai was old and refined, and approached him and asked: "The Immortal Lord hasn't come for several days, but he didn't know that His Majesty was ill? Why don't you send someone to the waste capital to deliver the news..."

Xiao Lang gritted his teeth and finally nodded.

He thought about Zhuang Heng so much that he was going crazy, it was all because he acted too recklessly that night, maybe it scared people, now Zhuang Heng refused to hug him to sleep for several days, his intestines were almost green with regret.

But in the end, he still can't let him worry about himself...

Xiao Lang opened his eyes, his voice was hoarse: "Let's wait for a few days, wait until I feel better."

Zuo Zai stroked his beard and smiled clearly: "Yes."

The author has something to say: Brother: I'm not feeling well, I want to hug.

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