Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

It was late, and even on summer nights, the temperature plummeted.

It was halfway before Heron said. Zhen Xunyang was still wearing a satin singlet that she wore casually when she was greedy. At this time, she was sticking to the root of the wall and eroding his skin a little bit coldly.

The night was cold and the surroundings were silent, and no one cleaned the tea or water. Yi Fa looked lonely.

Zhen Xingyang stared at the empty wall, reflecting as the man said, but after thinking about it for so long, he didn't think he was half wrong.

If someone else dared to speak to him so disrespectfully, or even provoked him, he would have stripped him of his skin. Like now, he would just scold him, but he would still be punished.

He hated his good-looking emperor, who was so docile in front of the gentleman, but turned his back on him, but looked differently, and only wanted him to tear his face hard.

What can he do? Aren't they good at disguising? Zhen Yiyang was full of dissatisfaction, and at the same time, he suddenly realized that he was aware of the danger of such people.

Thanks to his patience for so many years, everyone thought he was kind and respectful. At this time, the secret calculation was naturally not true in the eyes of others. And he has always been a very unreasonable pronoun. Without any explanation, in ordinary people's thinking, the fault must be attributed to him.

Maybe it was the sleepy attack, Zhen Xunyang yawned, his eyes were moist, and by this occasional tears, stubbornness and grievances inevitably surged up, pressing him with a posture of overwhelming mountains.

He never knew that he would be so cowardly, and tears secreted so naturally, any trace of distrust in the gentleman, like a small sharp needle, made him uncomfortable.

After standing for a long time, he was very tired. He simply sat against the wall and the floor, but as soon as he sat down, the deeper the drowsiness, Zhen Xunyang couldn't help closing his eyes, his body fell slightly, and he sneezed during the period. It is the man who has been thinking about him for the last time ...

But he didn't know that from the beginning to the end, there was a figure in the courtyard without any trace of movement, so he stood silently and looked at the boy facing the wall.

It wasn't until Heron's eyes fell asleep that waves appeared on Herron's face. How could a prince fall on the cold floor in the courtyard?

He hurriedly took a soft, fluffy blanket, stretched out his hands, wrapped the boy leaning against the wall, wanted to pat his face, and asked him to get up to sleep in the dormitory, but touched his His cheeks were cold.

Heron was startled, his brows tightened even more, and he raised the boy in his arms with an anxiety.

If the child is really cold, don't say if the emperor will anger him, even he himself will not be able to get through that hurdle in his heart.

His movements were very gentle, for fear of shocking the young man, he just wanted to quietly take him back to the dorm to rest him, but the young man was obviously not so slow, and he was already straight as soon as Helang met him, Only feeling the familiar breath, he relaxed.

When the body was held by the man, Zhen Xunyang sucked his nose and immediately pressed his cheek against his chest.

Heron thought it was the reason he just sneezed. He was even more sure that he was cold, and he blame him. It ’s time to come. It ’s early. It ’s late and the wind is cold. When he returns, he must let His Highness drink. Some **** soup.

Zhen Liyang's chilled body was covered with gentle temperature, and the limbs that had appeared numb warmed up instantly, and the body fell into a comfortable embrace.

In front of him was the gentleman's chest, his head was his beautifully shaped neck, and his nose was filled with his breath. Such an intimate contact made his heart beat violently.

Most of the moment he was angry and resentful, but now there was an impulse to cry.

Didn't this person misunderstand him and take the initiative to punish him? How could he appear here? Is it enough for two hours?

It's a pity that Zhen Xunyang has been trapped in his brain at this time, unconscious, hazy eyes, and want to explain incoherently.

"Shh." Heron knew that he was sleepy, and held down his mouth, bending the corners of his mouth with a soothing smile, showing a light smile, and stroking his somewhat messy hair. Yes, Chen knows that although you are overbearing, you will not insult anyone for no reason. "

As he spoke, warm light appeared in his eyes.

Although his Highness was called the Demon King, and said how naughty he was, he felt that the child's heart was truly pure, straightforward, without any calculations, and he could intuitively feel likes and dislikes.

Although his mentality is good, it will become a shortcoming of his road to emperor.

But this is not a problem at present, because of all obstacles, he will try his best to remove his Highness. Only later, he left the world, hoping that His Royal Highness would still be able to act without leakage.

He stroked Zhen Yanyang's hair, showing a slight tangling.

If he could, he hoped that His Highness would always be so heartless, but at this time, His Highness should grow up.

After all, growing up is a process that will gradually make you the person you hate.

Zhen Yeyang listened to Heron's words, and suddenly she softened. She was relieved, but she asked with a little annoyance: "That gentleman still!" Isn't it deliberate to punish yourself like this?

Seeing that grieving face had finally returned to normal, Heron vacated a hand, rubbed the blanket, and hugged his long-legged body.

Zhen Yiyang can no longer be called a child. It is really laborious to hold such a large block, but fortunately, Heron is not exactly a literati with no chickens.

He took a breath and hugged the awkward eldest child as he walked, explaining: "The courtier did not punish His Royal Highness for insulting Ren, but his impulse."

He knew that Yan Ren was not as simple as he was, and maybe a little disappointed, but it would definitely not affect him who was hanging on His Highness.

"The gentleman must be sobered ... Your Highness must learn to restrain yourself and converge your emotions, so that people will not see your mind at once, and will be stimulated deliberately by His Highness as a weakness and a handle. And even control you. "

Herron was whispering, no trivial words.

"I don't know what the child said to you-but you shouldn't be surprised."

Zhen Xunyang guilty of clasping the placket on his chest and nodded.

Next, he didn't get bored, just listened so quietly.

He leaned his ears against his chest, felt the slight vibration when he spoke, and raised an unprecedented calmness in his heart. He felt that Tai Fu was right and everything was so reasonable.

The bright moon on the horizon is glowing with silver light, and the whole sky is illuminated high and far away, while the moonlight falling on the earth has cleared the way for them, and the carved walkway in the palace has become hazy at this time. hazy.

Fortunately, Heron's vision is not weak, and he can see things even without lighting. The quiet palace at night is very lonely, but there are other sceneries. Both of them hope that the time can be slowed down and appreciate this rare Time.

Zhen Xunyangwo was in Heron's arms. The soft, long hair on the blanket covered his face, making him tickle. He couldn't help bending his mouth and called Heron: "Sir . "

"Huh?" Heron looked up at the bright moon that seemed to change with their footsteps, making a single sound from his nose.

"Yanger is so cold ..." Zhen Xunyang saw that his eyes were not on himself, and he couldn't help shouting, suggesting that he should return his attention to him.

"Um." Heron bowed his head, his arms wrapped around the blanket and those in his arms.

Zhen Xunyang bowed the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, leaned his head on his not-so-thick chest, sniffed the light breath of Heron, and felt the slight bumps as he walked step by step, his frozen limbs gradually warming up, It also contributed to his sleepiness, and actually fell asleep in Heron's arms.

He returned Zhen Xunyang to the dorm, but Zhen Xunyang refused to let go.

It was dark that night, and the maidservant holding the lamp served his Highness for many years. Seeing that he was not willing to come down from the Taifu for so long, naturally he knew some subtle truths. For fear of His Highness really waking up, he quietly advised him to rest .

Helpless, Heron had to undress and rest with him, hugged and fell asleep, a good night's dream.

The next day, the maidservant holding the lamp rose to the rank.

Zhen Xunyang nodded with satisfaction, turned over from the bed, leaned over the still-sleeping Taifu, warm eyes, and slender fingers brushed his eyebrows carefully. "Then see how much you will love me?"

After receiving his continuous attention and concern, Zhen Xunyang also rarely wanted to respond, but he racked his brains and couldn't think of how to please him.

Although he didn't care much about the throne, since the husband wants him to sit in that position, maybe he could try it? The condition of the exchange is that he wants him to treat him as always, preferably the tenderness of a lifetime.

The author has something to say: Hey, it's relatively slow, everything has to be taken slowly ...

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