Chu Wunian lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was blowing her hand, and as soon as his lips and teeth moved, he heard a cool response from this person, "Don't ask the master." ”

Pouting, she had no choice but to give up.

When Qin Tian brought the basin in, he saw that his master was bent over, his eyebrows were soft, and he lowered his head to blow his hand to the person dressed as an attendant on the tea couch.

God, he has been with this person for so many years, when have you seen him so gentle, where is the high-ranking and majestic Prince Xun on weekdays?

Pretending not to see, he lowered the basin and floated out like a gust of wind.

"Wow! Lord Qin's skills are so good! Chu Wunian was speechless, grinning at the black shadow that had disappeared with admiration.

Hearing this, the person in front of him closed his mouth and said with a slight annoyance: "I won't blow it for you." ”

Well? What's wrong?

Chu Wunian blinked, she just praised Qin Tian, this can also provoke him? The tip of her nose wrinkled, she moved her ass closer to him, lowered her head, opened her mouth, bit his sleeve with two rows of neat fangs, raised her head again, and winked at him, her eyes wet, as if begging him: Don't be angry, okay?

"Do you know you're hurt?"

Zhao Zhixun glared at her, but his cold face was warming up a little.

It's so coaxing.

Chu Wunian let go of his fangs, grinned at him, and moved back by himself.

Zhao Zhixun wrung out the sweat towel and wiped off the blood on her hands little by little, and the flesh of the palm covered by the blood had been turned out, and it was still full of blood.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

After wiping it, Zhao Zhixun frowned and stared at her, from wiping her with a sweat towel to now, this person has been staying fixedly, as quiet as if this hand is not hers.

As if he didn't expect him to ask like this, Chu Wunian was stunned, and after a while, he bent his eyebrows and nodded, and slowly swallowed: "A little bit." ”

It's not 'it hurts, of course it hurts', it's not 'it hurts to death, it's a little bit', "don't put up with it in the future." He turned sideways and put the sweat towel in his hand into the basin of water, and the words 'in front of me' were silently pressed back by him.

The fingers that had been wiped by him moved, and the people on the tea couch were slightly hot behind their ears, and the two of them, who were still noisy just now, suddenly quieted down.

"Master, the husband is here."

So, when Yutang led the Taifu in, he felt that there seemed to be a sweet smell in the air, stretched out his nose and sniffed, as if it was still a little fishy, and when he wanted to smell what it was, he saw the basin of blood on the side of the tea couch, blinked clearly, he walked over and took the blood away.

It wasn't until the beginning of the night that the husband finished treating the wounds of the people on the tea couch, and Chu Wunian looked at his swollen hands and knees wrapped in gauze and yawned.

"Sleepy?"

Zhao Zhixun, who tied the gauze knot for her, raised his head and saw that this person's eyelids were already fighting.

"Hmm."

She replied in a daze.

The next moment, the sunset light shining in from the window was hidden behind the person in front of her, and then the luxurious room spun around, and she fell into the man's arms again, and the tip of her nose was filled with the familiar scent of geraniums.

As soon as his legs fluttered, he was honestly pressed by the sentence he blurted out, "Go to bed and sleep warmer".

His chest was very warm, so that the sleepiness that she hadn't slept for three days swept over in an instant, Chu Wunian leaned over gently, and said chaotically, "May you be with you, and you will be with you every year", and closed her eyes.

"Insincere."

Zhao Zhixun snorted lightly, but the corners of his mouth were raised high.

The man in his arms didn't see his unbridled smile, but felt as if someone's heart was shaking in his sleep.

By the end of November, seeing that more and more officials were pouring into Chang'an City, fearing that they would be suspicious, King Wen of Zhou could no longer lock up the crown prince and withdraw his grounding.

Above the court, I saw his figure again, and people looked haggard.

"How is the prince doing?" When he went down, Zhao Zhixun collided with him in the palace corridor, and behind him, he was followed by his minister, Gongsun Yu.

Zhao Zhixun folded his hands and replied to him with a smile, "It's okay, but His Highness's face doesn't look good." ”

Zhou Qiyan nodded, "I have been imprisoned by my father for more than a month, so this is naturally not pleasant." He stroked his dangling robe and stepped forward, "The prince has never been involved in party disputes, but this time he has to help the second brother?" ”

Zhao Zhixun's back straightened, he smiled slightly, and the ink in his eyes flowed, "If the second prince is a Ming monarch, this king doesn't mind helping him, and so does His Royal Highness." ”

Oh? Without any help, Zhou Qiyan withdrew his eyes and looked at him, hooked his lips and smiled, "Prince Fuzheng is very fair. ”

Gongsun Yu behind him sneered: "The prince is naturally fair, otherwise he would not have changed the local officials who went out to collect taxes with the second prince so quickly, and the stability of the Great Zhou will depend on the prince in the future." ”

Old stuff.

Zhao Zhixun gritted his back molars, and the smile on his face did not decrease, "The beard is white like this, and Lord Gongsun has also made a lot of efforts." ”

Is this scolding him for being old?!

Gongsun Yu's face became very ugly, and his gray eyebrows rose upside down.

Zhou Qiyan didn't have time to look at the two of them, and the smile on his face was faint, "I hope that the prince can be the same." ”

With a flick of his robe, he left without looking back, and Gongsun Yu hurriedly followed.

Heart-to-heart as one?

What's that?

The man under the porch glanced at him and walked away.

As soon as he saw the brocade colorful auspicious cloud court dress stepping into the courtyard, Yutang hurriedly ran up, like an ant on a hot pot, and shouted, "Master, it's not good, it's not good!" ”

Zhao Zhixun frowned, "Talking about people." ”

was glared at by the person in front of him, his voice lowered again, and he stumbled: "Miss Wunian, Miss Wunian was taken away by Mama Cui..."

Again?!

Zhao Zhixun glared at him fiercely, and hurried to Shou'an Hall.

The man's palms and kneecaps have not healed yet, if he is punished again, he doesn't know that he will have to wait for the Year of the Monkey to be good, he is not distressed, or he feels sorry for his house, which is always occupied by her like this, he is not used to it, uncomfortable, very unhappy.

"Ahh

Chu Wunian, who was beating Xiao's shoulders and telling the drama in Shou'an Hall, sneezed loudly, "Who is scolding me?" She muttered quietly.

"Are you tired?"

Xiao Shi, who was listening to the drama with relish, turned his head and looked at her.

"No, the minions are not tired."

Chu Wunian's eyes immediately widened and he shook his head.

Xiao Shi glanced at the sun outside and said with a smile: "Xun'er Xu should come back, you go back first." ”

"Okay."

Chu Wunian bowed his head and hummed a little song out of her courtyard.

Walking through the courtyard, as soon as she walked out of the crescent-shaped arch, she saw someone in the distance rushing to her, and he was in a hurry, as if he was about to burn his eyebrows, "Lord Wang! ”

She shouted at the man who was about to burn his eyebrows.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Zhixun raised his ink eyes, and saw that the man was waving at him with a smile, and the next moment, he jumped up and ran towards him.