Qiang Ceyan carefully stretched out his hand, held Shen Jiu's wrist, and gradually tightened his grip.
"Do you...have anything to treat wounds?" Shen Jun asked, his eyes twinkling.
Qiang Ceyan controlled his emotions from getting out of control, "Shen Ji, what did I ask you just now? Why didn't you answer."
"Is there one in your house?" The tips of Shen Zui's ears were already red.
"Shen Ji!" Qiang Ceyan clung to his shoulder, "Stop pretending you don't know what I want to express, okay. Shen Ji, I, Qiang Ceyan, am a high-ranking emperor. You can't do this." You don’t usually give me face.”
"You have a house, right? Then let's go back to the house." Shen Zui grabbed his hand and pulled him along, and asked: "Qiang Ceyan, your house, hoo!"
After reacting, Qiang Ceyan picked up Shen Jun and sprinted for 100 meters.
"Dirty, dirty, dirty, stop kissing me." Shen Jun pushed the big head in front of him away, disgusted with it: "Kiss my muddy mouth."
Qiang Ceyan crossed his legs and sat obediently: "What about us, taking a bath?"
"Treat the wound first, otherwise it will really disfigure you." Shen Jun held Qiang Ceyan's handsome face and shook his head. It was a threat, "You are so ugly, I don't want you."
"Take care of the wound, we'll take care of the wound immediately." Qiang Ce Yan let go of Shen Zui, and the room was filled with bottles of medicine for cleaning wounds, and they all were put in front of Shen Zui.
Shen Jun carefully wiped the mud on his face, and then gently rubbed the wound around him with medicinal wine.
“Hiss—” someone was particularly exaggerated, “It hurts, I’m so drunk, it hurts.”
"Bear with it." After all, this was an injury caused by himself. Shen Yu came closer and blew lightly. Then, under the scorching gaze of Qiang Ceyan, the wolf, he stole a kiss.
The wolf almost pounced on him.
"Control point, I don't want to eat mud." Shen Zui flicked his forehead.
Qiang Ceyan was a little impatient. He kept tapping his fingertips and kept asking: "Shen Jiu, are you okay?"
"Shen Ji, are you okay?"
"Shen Ji, let's take care of it."
"Quiet, you're so noisy." Shen Jun frowned. He didn't know how to do it in the first place, but Qiang Ceyan still talked, causing his bandage to twist a little.
Qiang Ceyan immediately bit his upper lip and said nothing. He endured the anxiety and burning desire in his heart.
After taking care of Qiang Ceyan's wounds, Shen Jun stood up and took off Qiang Ceyan's armor. Then he was about to go out and call someone to bring warm water.
"Why...why don't you want to believe that my kindness will never change and choose to leave me?" Qiang Ceyan calmed down and remembered such a question that made him very calm and uncomfortable.
Shen drunkenly paused, thinking about it, but didn't know what to say. He said he was not confident whether his influence would be good or bad for the emperor...
"sorry--"
"I don't want your apology." Qiang Ceyan walked behind him, rubbing the other side of his face that was not scratched, and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Shen Ji, don't leave me, otherwise I will use them as a despicable threat and handcuff you to my side forever."
A pair of strong arms lay across Shen Jiu's slender waist. Once they hugged her, they never wanted to let go.
who are they?
They can be people around Shen Jui, Uncle Fu and others.
But those in the west and east of the city, farthest from the center of the imperial city, were the poor people.
Even the people of the world.
Doesn't Shen Jun want him to be a wise king? If he were more naughty, would Shen Jun stay by his side forever, educate him, and supervise him?