concubine on top

Chapter 85 I Came to Collect Interest

After all, the little emperor didn't mess around with Shen Yanchuan, he just cuddled with him in the pool for a while, then he took a full bath in a serious manner, and after taking a bath, he sent him to the bed and wiped his body with medicated oil.

The little emperor squinted his eyes into two lines in the acrid breath, and covered Shen Yanchuan with a quilt: "Go to sleep, I'm going to critique papers."

Shen Yanchuan was also so hot that he couldn't open his eyes, so he simply closed his eyes, nodded to indicate that he heard it, and then heard a series of sneezes that gradually drifted away.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.The heartstrings and body that have been tense on the battlefield are finally relaxed in the warm blanket at this moment. Now, it is time to take a rest.

He fell asleep as if he had fallen into chaos, and when he woke up, the little emperor's voice came to his ears clearly: "Wake up, wake up! Go cook some porridge!"

He reluctantly opened his eyes, only to feel that the sky was brighter than before falling asleep, and he felt something wrong: "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been a whole day." The little emperor leaned forward and leaned in front of him, his voice trembling, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have listened to you, if you call the imperial physician early, you'll be fine!"

It turned out that the little emperor was busy with government affairs last night, and felt that he was almost rested after sleeping all afternoon, so he came to ask him to eat snail noodles.Seeing him sleeping with a face that was pale and red, the little emperor thought it looked strange, but when he stretched out his hand to touch it, he found that it was an imaginary fire attacking people, burning hot!The imperial doctor came in a hurry and untied the muslin on his left arm to see that there was a large gash on his pale arm like a child's mouth. Although the medicine was applied, it showed no signs of healing at all, and sticky blood was oozing out due to inflammation. .

The little emperor was surprised that he discovered it too late—he didn't notice anything strange when he touched the face that was blown cold in the snow; In the hot water, he still didn't notice anything unusual.

Not only that, the little emperor came over again this morning, thinking that he hadn't eaten all night, at least give him some soup, but even though his fever subsided a little, he was fainted and couldn't wake up!

The little emperor was so anxious that he couldn't help it. Fortunately, after administering the medicine with golden needles, he finally woke up, and his mind was still clear.

After rambling on about the cause and effect, the little emperor bent down and hugged him, complaining distressedly: "I don't know you're burning, don't you know it yourself? How can you bear it? What kind of joke are you playing in the bath? Are you going to burn?" I'm in a hurry!"

Shen Yanchuan stretched out his soft and warm right hand from under the quilt, and hugged him weakly: "The concubine didn't do it on purpose, but just as a secret guard, and I'm used to enduring the pain."

"What are you used to? Don't get used to it." The little emperor rubbed his forehead against his cheek and said in a low voice, "I know you are thinking about me, but you are not in front of the battle now, and you won't need to fight in the future. You have What kind of headache and brain fever, don't hide it anymore."

Shen Yanchuan's eyes dimmed, and he responded softly: "Yes."

Actually he lied.

Concealing the injury on his arm was not only because he was afraid that the little emperor would be worried, but also because he couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

When he shot the head of the enemy with a divine bow at the top of the city, he himself was stabbed by the Uzan people. The wound made by that special machete was not big but deep, and it just cut his tendons, which meant that In the future, he will no longer be able to make a bow with more than one stone, and his skills will also be affected.

He didn't regret exchanging injury for Wu Zan's defeat, but more or less regretted that he could do less for Tang Di than before.

The little emperor couldn't see his expression, but hearing his voice, he felt that he was too weak and didn't think deeply.After a while, someone from outside came over with a bowl of porridge, and the little emperor sat up and blew it to him spoonful by spoonful: "Shen Yanchuan, can't you be more coquettish with me? It's too late for me to love you."

Shen Yanchuan swallowed the rice porridge with egg flower and minced meat, slightly bent his mouth: "If you don't act like a baby, you won't love your concubines anymore?"

Seeing him smile, the little emperor also smiled: "It hurts too. It's just that I haven't seen you acting like a baby, so I just want to see it."

Handing the empty porridge bowl to the palace servants, the little emperor asked everyone to retreat outside, lowered his head and kissed his lips while saying, "I've been thinking about changing the harem recently." Shen Yanchuan was a little at a loss for this sudden topic: "What?"

"You are enough for my harem. The rest of them are young, especially the talented people from Chu. I have no chance of getting lucky. Why should I hold them back and delay them for the rest of my life."

Shen Yanchuan blinked his eyes, as if thinking for a while, and then said: "At present, the mutual market still requires you to concentrate on dealing with it. This matter is not easy to handle, so let's take it easy."

The harem also involved the former court, the little emperor admitted that what he said was right, he tightened his arms around his waist, and kissed him twice with his head: "Okay, I have a sense of proportion. You can rest for a while, Zhen I'll come see you after I've dealt with the matter at hand."

Shen Yanchuan just lay awake for a few days, during which time he was fed fine medicinal food, and the best medicine for knife wounds was used as mud to paste his arms. After all, he regained his strength, healed his wounds, and the bruises on his body Green also disappears more than half.

So Shen Yanchuan stopped nestling in the side hall, and moved to a small table as in the past, sitting under the hands of the little emperor, the little emperor read the booklets, and he read the loss and repair books of Qiuluyuan.

Everything was as usual, except that Shen Yanchuan no longer accompanied the little emperor to the Golden Luan Hall and the Imperial Study Room, because the little emperor no longer had to rely on him to handle political affairs.And during this spare time, he sometimes used it to pay respects to the Queen Mother, sometimes he practiced his sword in the backyard, and sometimes he did nothing, just leaned on the porch to watch the snow, and occasionally held a bamboo whistle in his mouth. , but may not blow.

At night, all the lights in the palace were extinguished, and the two ends were placed separately.

...It was originally like this, but the fact is that the little emperor would sneak up, hold the stove in his hand, tiptoe to the side hall, and climb onto Shen Yanchuan's bed.

"I'm here to collect interest again."

It seemed that he had been inspired when he was collecting compensation from Wu Zan. The little emperor was afraid that Shen Yanchuan would hurt himself severely, so he didn't ask him to give him a "big reward". In exchange, he came to the side hall every night to do some small tricks. Its name is "collecting interest".

Shen Yanchuan put his face in the face: "So many times, it's not worth a big reward?"

"That's not right. The big reward is the capital I saved with you. When the time comes, I still have to get it back."

The little emperor smiled slyly, hugged Shen Yanchuan's neck and kissed bit by bit, his hands were not idle, and he pulled the lace of his shirt - he was familiar with this matter, even with his hands under the quilt. It's not like in the past when you take off a few clothes for your sweetheart and sweat profusely.

Soon, the two hugged each other close to each other, lingering in the dark night reluctantly.

Shen Yanchuan stroked the little emperor's clean back with both hands, and brushed his lips against his cheeks and messy hair, thinking about what he called "interest", a question suddenly came to his mind.If there is no such so-called capital, what else can be called rewards in the future?

There are no rewards, no punishments, and the only thing left is the word "lucky".