Shen Jun slowly put down his chopsticks, carefully took the emperor's red hand that was slapped by him, and rubbed it gently.
It was purely because he was used to photographing Qiu Mu, and Qiu Mu's reaction was always to smile silly at him. Shen Jun didn't know that he was so loud when photographing people in a quiet environment.
The back of the emperor's hand was red from being slapped by him. He felt guilty, but he was even more afraid of his claws disappearing. He bit his lip gently and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"
When he asked, Shen Yu's eyes flickered. The emperor looked at him, with only him in his eyes, and shook his head: "It's just that I don't see much sunlight, and my skin color becomes redder when exposed to force, that's all."
Shen Jiu pursed his lips: "Then Your Majesty, I am afraid of pain, can you..."
"Huh?" Qiang Ceyan could control all his emotions, but he seemed unable to control his eyes chasing Shen Zui.
"Can you please stop chopping off the minister's hand?" Shen Xue purred at the emperor's hand in a flattering manner.
Qiang Ceyan laughed: "When did I say to chop off your hand?"
"Well!" Shen Jun's eyes were bright, "Your Majesty, you are so kind."
Then he rubbed the emperor's hand, and then he flattered you less skillfully and said, "The weather is very cold, but you are very warm, and your warmth makes my heart warm."
In fact, he was very unskilled in the art of flattering. Shen Xue scratched his head, he would practice it in the future.
Suddenly realizing his mistake, he smiled sheepishly and changed his words: "But the Emperor is very warm..."
Shen Jun smiled so seductively that Qiang Ceyan couldn't move his eyes away, "Yeah."
The emperor, who had always been silent during sleep and eating, unexpectedly spoke a lot to Shen Jun during this meal.
Drunk and full, he leaned on his chair and watched the palace maid and eunuch clearing the table. He bit his index finger as if he was trying to restrain himself.
This was what Qiang Ceyan, who had been observing the drunkenness, was curious about. After the palace maid and eunuch left, Qiang Ceyan heard someone whispering and burped in a suppressed voice.
At that moment, Qiang Ceyan's heart melted. The prime minister was right, he was a little too cute.
I was too full and felt a little uncomfortable, so I rubbed my belly drunkenly.
If you rub it to feel comfortable, you will feel drowsy if you are drunk.
"Didn't the Prime Minister come to see me with something important?" Qiang Ceyan moved his body slightly and invisibly.
In order to get closer to Shen Zui, he only sat half-body on the chair.
Shen Jiu's body slowly moved down, and the back of his head hit the chair. The posture was a bit inelegant, but he was lying down absolutely comfortably.
Hearing the emperor's words, he turned to look at him and said something that had nothing to do with the emperor's problem: "Your Majesty, I am tired."
The emperor seemed a little unable to react.
Shen Jun said again: "Your Majesty, your harem is so big, you must have a spare bedroom. Can you give me a place to sleep?"
"Sleeping in another palace?" Qiang Ceyan was jealous, "You are my concubine, and you want to go to Concubine Feng, right?"
When he got up, the emperor was very angry: "Shen Ji, I have never seen the green man still upright in front of me."
But whether this green is the green of Chen Zui or the green of Fengdai Yun, only Qiang Ceyan who said this knows.
Shen Jiu got up and walked out, "Then I'll sleep on your bed."
Qiang Ceyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed Shen Jun. He watched Shen Jun enter the inner room and lie down.
"You..." Qiang Ceyan blushed and hesitated: "Do you know this is a dragon bed?"
Shen Xun, who was lying down, rubbed his feet, took off his shoes, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
With his scent, even I, who had trouble sleeping, could fall asleep quickly.