Seeing Shen Lie's right shoulder drooped, his face showed a look of deep pain, and large beads of cold sweat were dripping from his forehead.
Zhu Yijun was not only negligent, he hurried over and asked with concern: "Are you seriously injured?"
Shen Lie endured the pain and forced a smile: "It doesn't matter... I can hold on!"
Seeing how tough he was, Zhu Yijun felt relieved and praised again: "What a man!"
As he stretched out his hand and helped Shen Lie sit down on a big rock, he turned back and urged: "Let the imperial doctor hurry up!"
A quarter of an hour later.
Several imperial doctors who were proficient in treating bruises came quickly with medical kits and began to diagnose and treat Shen Lie's injuries at the emperor's urging.
The school grounds deep in Xiyuan became a little chaotic.
Just half an hour later, the Supervisor of Ceremonies.
The official office in the important place of the inner court is still so quiet and solemn.
Feng Bao, the chief eunuch of the imperial family, was buried in a mountain of official documents as usual.
At this moment, Feng Bao was holding an imperial pen in his hand, using the fine wolf to dip it in cinnabar from time to time, and then approved something on the memorial sent by his confidant eunuch.
The young emperor is now angry and flirting. He rides horses and shoots arrows in Xiyuan every day, has fun with his concubines, and ignores the government affairs.
So Feng Bao, the chief steward of the inner court, became even busier.
The young emperor acted out of temper, so Feng Bao became the deputy emperor. He had to divide the work and cooperate with Zhang Juzheng. One of them was in charge of the internal affairs, and the other was in charge of the external affairs. They barely maintained the normal operation of the Ming Dynasty.
This is naturally determined by the Ming Dynasty system, which is what the courtiers call eunuchs who interfere in politics.
At this time, a young eunuch hurried in from outside, bowed his head and whispered in Feng Bao's ear: "Old Ancestor, Your Majesty met a person over there in Xiyuan, and something happened..."
Feng Bao was reviewing the memorial and listening calmly.
Until the little eunuch said that the emperor taught Shen Lie how to shoot arrows, but Shen Lie was injured. The emperor looked very anxious and even called the imperial doctor.
The chief steward of the inner court paused as he held the hand holding the cinnabar imperial pen.
Put down the imperial pen.
Feng Bao frowned slightly. After listening to the little eunuch telling the whole story, he asked suspiciously: "Which Shen Lie are you talking about?"
The young eunuch hurriedly said: "If we go back to our ancestors, it is Shen Lie, the shopkeeper of the cheap shop."
Feng Bao was slightly stunned. His expression couldn't help but froze for a moment. He paused again and then said softly: "Go down."
As the little eunuch bowed and retreated, Feng Bao's eyes flashed with a frightening light. He frowned at first, and then smiled slightly.
In an instant.
He saw through Shen Lie's intention and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "What a good boy, you actually know how to hide your clumsiness... I'm looking down on you."
I thought about it again.
Feng Bao put down his imperial pen, stood up, walked to the corner of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, and started searching on a row of shelves with files.
Soon Feng Bao found a file on the shelf and opened it. There was a line of small Chinese characters on it, which was a record about Shen Lie.
While flipping through the files, he walked back to the table, picked up the royal pen and wrote a few lines on it: "Be steady and mature, and know how to hide your clumsiness, which can be put to great use."
As Feng Bao wrote the notes and hurriedly put the file back, the majestic Chief of Ceremonies became quiet again.
In the evening, the Shen family's new house.
Under the surprised gazes of Zhang Jingxiu and Miss Xuan'er, Shen Lie sat in the yard with bare arms, grinning and gasping.
Yun'er stood behind him, holding a bottle of safflower oil in her hand, which was specially designed to treat bruises, and was rubbing her broad and strong shoulders with her soft little hands.
As the little hands gently kneaded the red and swollen tendons.
Shen Lie felt hot and sour...
Suddenly, a stabbing pain hit him, causing Shen Lie to tremble, grinning and shouting: "Oh, hey, be gentle...hiss!"
Yun'er felt distressed and helpless, so she had no choice but to make her movements more gentle.
Zhang Jingxiu, who was standing aside, suddenly couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter: "Haha."
Seeing Shen Lie's unbearable pain, Miss Zhang felt distressed and laughed again and again: "I went to Xiyuan to accompany the emperor to shoot arrows in good condition, but why did I end up like this?"
Seeing Shen Lie grinning was so interesting that even Miss Xuan'er couldn't help covering her little mouth and laughing secretly.
Shen Lie was in pain and angry. He rolled his eyes on the spot, looked over angrily, and muttered: "Do you still have a conscience?"
My shoulders are swollen like this, can you still laugh?
As expected, Yun'er loved the young master the most.
Seeing that he was a little annoyed, Miss Zhang quickly suppressed her smile and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...hehehe."
Amid Miss Zhang's ridicule, Shen Lie rolled his eyes.
I felt that as the medicinal power of the safflower oil gradually dissipated and penetrated into the muscles, the sore and swollen muscles gradually became heated, and I felt much more comfortable.
Yun'er then asked with concern: "Master, do you feel better?"
Shen Lie snorted comfortably and said softly: "It's better now. Let's rub the young master's neck again."
Yun'er obediently used her delicate little hands to gently caress his neck, her expression as if she was caring for a newborn baby.
At this time, the setting sun was shining, and the sky was lit up with flaming clouds.
The setting sun shone on Shen Lie's strong bronze shoulders, exuding a healthy masculine aura, which made Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face blush slightly.
Miss Xuan'er didn't know why her heart was beating wildly.
The mind is wandering and the mind is wandering.
Shen Lie hummed happily, and Miss Zhang spat softly, endured her shyness and walked forward, squeezing the other shoulder of her sweetheart.
Being squeezed by two pairs of soft little hands, Shen Lie narrowed his eyes in contentment and looked at the gorgeous sunset, not knowing what he was thinking.
I don't know how much time passed in the silence.
The gentle Yun'er put down the remaining safflower oil, looked at Shen Lie and said softly: "Master, does it still hurt now?"
Shen Lie snorted: "Yeah."
On the side, Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help laughing and said: "Silly girl, don't be fooled by him, he... he is just putting on a show for that man to see!"
She grew up in the Taishi Mansion, so how could such a drama be hidden from her?
Hiding clumsiness?
There are benefits to showing a little clumsiness in front of the emperor...
Shen Lie couldn't help but rolled his eyes again, Yun'er touched her little head, and there was a puzzled look on her beautiful little face, somewhat vaguely understanding.
She didn't understand why the young master wanted to hide his clumsiness.
But Zhang Jingxiu understood. She looked at her sweetheart's resolute face. Although it was not very handsome, it had a mysterious aura, and her pretty face blushed slightly again.
There is a sour smell in the air.
After a moment of flirting with each other, Miss Xuan'er couldn't resist it anymore, so she lowered her head and said softly: "Nunu, go back to your room first."
Yun'er seemed to have smelled something. Although she was a little jealous, she still said softly: "I'll take you back to your room..."
She had already determined in her heart that Miss Zhang was the future mistress, and the little jealousy in her heart had long since disappeared, and she became more and more knowledgeable.
This is what women of this era are like.
So the two girls walked together towards the courtyard of the inner house, and disappeared under the moon gate with that graceful figure.
Shen Lie could no longer suppress the passion in his heart, so he put his uninjured arm around Zhang Jingxiu's slender waist and pulled her into his arms.
With a cry, the beauty is in my arms.
Zhang Jingxiu let him hug her, her legs softened, and she couldn't help but sit on Shen Lie's lap. Her bright and pretty face flushed, but she couldn't bear to push him away, so she had to let his rough hands curl up on her. As the buttocks moved, the soft and rosy mouth was blocked again, and the body became hot.