Shen Jingnian rubbed his wrists that were a little uncomfortable being restrained by the hemp rope.
Well, it looks like I can move.
He raised his fingers at Chu Zhengyang with a normal expression: "Chu San, come here."
Chu Zhengyang didn't smell any danger at all.
"What's going on, Brother Shen? It's so mysterious—"
"I'll fight!"
"ah!!!"
The screams echoed endlessly. Shen Qingyi, who was having a good chat with the beautiful lady and was drunk while holding a wine jar, raised her eyes in confusion and said, "Hey, what's the sound?"
The beauty didn't care at all: "It must be the third child, don't pay attention to him, he gets startled every day, let's drink ours."
She poured another glass of wine.
"Speak clearly."
That touch of tenderness bloomed like a fire in his heart, and even his voice became a little hoarse.
Chu Zhengyue raised his eyebrows.
Both of them lowered their heads stiffly, their eyes falling on Chu Zhengyue's chest exposed to the air.
Chu Zhengyue couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to turn her back again, and deliberately stretched out his hands to support the armrests on both sides of the armchair, so that Shen Qingyi could not escape.
However, the other party did not answer her.
I have arbitrarily picked on this ruddy color more than once...
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Let me see!"
His wound was still aching, so he sat down to avoid injuring the wound, so he pulled the back of Shen Qingyi's chair and turned her around, asking her to face him, and said: "You were fine just now, why are you angry now? "
Chu Zhengyue straightened her face seriously.
She put all the anger she had just now behind, held his face and stared at the fresh whip marks, looking left and right, and said: "Who...who did this?! How could I beat you like this?! "
Shen Qingyi pushed her hand away: "Don't drink anymore, don't drink anymore - I seem to hear my brother's voice, I, I'll go out and take a look, you stay here."
Chu Zhengyue stared at her lips, his Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously.
She stood up in disbelief.
One cup, then another.
The door behind her made a creaking sound. Shen Qingyi thought it was the strange beauty who had returned, and did not look back. She just shook the wine jar and said, "There is no more wine. Should I go get some more?"
Shen Qingyi stared at the intertwined scars on his chest through her fingers, and whispered: "You won't let me see it, but I will see it all."
Who on earth could injure this future regent like this?!
Only then did Chu Zhengyue remember that he still had a whiplash wound on his face, he quickly pushed her hand away, turned his back, and stammered: "I...I just accidentally scratched it, it's okay, it will be fine soon. "
He pulled off Shen Qingyi's hand that was pretending to be in front of his eyes, pulled her to him, and said, "If you want to see it, feel free to see it."
Naturally, Chu Zhengyue would not let her act like this. He pinched his collar and wanted to escape, but Shen Qingyi refused to let go. While the two were in a stalemate, they suddenly heard a "chila" and their movements started in unison. The ground stopped.
The beauty pressed her on the chair and said: "Look at how drunk you are. Forget it. For the sake of you being Ayue's friend, let me go for you. You rest, I will be back soon." .”
Chu Zheng's face turned red, and he frantically pulled on his clothes to cover himself while saying, "What else do you want to see?"
Shen Qingyi's attention was on the wine glass in front of her, and she never noticed anything strange about the beauty.
She stood up staggeringly.
Chu Zheng could tell more and more that she was unhappy.
Shen Qingyi was about to ask again when a hand passed over her head, grabbed the mouth of the wine jar and weighed it in her hand. Then a clear male voice came: "While I'm not here, you can Stealing wine?"
When Shen Qingyi saw this, she knew something was wrong. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol that had numbed her nerves or the quality of her wine. She ignored Chu Zhengyue's stop and unhesitatingly pulled the ties on his clothes. He actually intended to take off his entire clothes.
Shen Qingyi burped nervously and covered her face with her fingers. She wanted to turn around, but after thinking about it, she paused and said while peeking: "I, I, I, I, what?" I didn’t see it either!”
No wonder...no wonder those maids just brought so many golden sore medicines to heal wounds.
She grabbed Chu Zhengyue's arm and tried to turn him over, but as soon as she grabbed his arm, she heard him let out a muffled groan that she couldn't hold back.
He lifted Shen Qingyi's chin, lowered his head and came close to an extremely ambiguous distance. The sweet scent of rose water came out from the girl's faint breath between her lips and teeth.
He said: "Besides my mother and concubine, you are the only woman beside me. I don't know what flower I slept on and what willow I slept on. Miss Shen, please explain?"
He was slightly distracted.
The sweet rose fragrance diluted the sourness that poured into her throat from the past life and this life. She picked up the wine glass and was about to continue pouring it, but only a pitiful drop came out.
She shook her head in disgust.
His voice was breathy, and when I heard it, it was filled with inexplicable desire that made my cheeks turn red.
Shen Qingyi pushed his hand away, moved the stool back, propped up her chin, and said: "Don't dare, I don't dare, the little girl's status is humble, not as noble as the prince's status, and the prince's concubine is still sleeping outside in the willows. He does frivolous things to me, a girl in the boudoir, without hesitation. It is really a young man's love affair, which is really eye-opening for this little girl."
When she walked to the door, she paused, turned her head, glanced at Shen Qingyi with a pair of glazed eyes, showed a meaningful smile, then stood up and left.
She turned her head away, swallowed the small sip of wine left in the cup, and said in a distant tone: "His Royal Highness is well, Qingyi is being polite and asks His Highness to arrange a place for the little girl, so as not to bother the Prince here. Your Highness’s eyes.”
Shen Qingyi originally wanted to scold him aggressively, but when they looked at each other, she saw the whip marks on Chu Zhengyue's face.
"..." "..."
Seeing the darkness in the room, he lit the lamp and finally asked: "It's so dark in this room, why don't you order someone to light the lamp?"
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
"It's clear, I'm clear...what's wrong with your face?"
"I have never stopped you..."
Shen Qingyi recognized the voice as Chu Zhengyue and rolled her eyes.
Shen Qingyi struggled to no avail, so she turned away angrily and muttered in a low voice: "What a stinky man who doesn't mean what he means."
Shen Qingyi used her drunkenness to cover up her shyness and bit her lip. However, when she lowered her head and saw the shocking old and new scars on Chu Zhengyue's chest, she suddenly couldn't say anything. Any dissatisfaction disappeared with the pain in my heart.
She carefully wanted to touch Chu Zhengyue's new injury, but she was worried that it would hurt him and hesitated in mid-air.
Tears fell one by one.
She raised her head with trembling hands, touched the scars on Chu Zhengyue's face with her cold fingertips, and said with tears: "Why... do you always let yourself be so seriously injured?"
