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Yuan Cixian was climbing down from the bed, her feet were still hanging in the air. Hearing this, he looked down at his hand pressing on her wrist, and touched his ear. Did she hear that right?

Seeing her like this, Lu Shiqing let go of her hand and stretched into the quilt as if she was weak, and said in disappointment: "It's okay, you go back." After that, he closed his eyes sleepyly.

Yuan Cixian was choking in place. What a good guy, she was being played with to get.

She was confused, but when she touched her feet, she recalled the hoarse voice when she was just talking, and her tone was dying, and she couldn't help but look back at him. When she saw that his eyebrows were frowning, his face was flushed, and a circle of blue and black shadows looked really bad.

She pulled her face, held her breath and turned around and took the towel and cut it on his forehead. Thinking about it, she would change the application to him again. Unexpectedly, Lu Shiqing felt like there was a miracle. She closed her eyes and blocked her hand accurately, and said tiredly and coldly: "What can you do if anyone can do?"

Then he would also find a servant to sleep with him.

Yuan Cixian was upset by his attitude, so she turned around and left in anger. When she closed the door, she heard a continuous burst of shattering and coughing.

When she started fighting in southern Yunnan, she followed the Chinese medicine practitioners for a while, and knew a little bit about how to distinguish the disease, so she couldn't help but frown. This cough was definitely not something that could be casually pretended to be sympathetic. His coldness was so contaminated that it seemed to hurt his lungs.

She paused, fought back and forth twice, and finally moved the door back and forth. Perhaps half of it was soft-hearted, half of it was guilty of Xu Shan's fault. She stood in front of his bed for a while, then bent down to take off her boots.

The moment she climbed onto his bed, she suddenly realized that playing hard to get was actually a conspiracy. The person who fell into the trap might not know that it was a trap, but she just didn't know what to do with the person who set up a trap.

Perhaps when she used this trick on Lu Shiqing, he knew it clearly.

She shrank her hands and feet restrainedly and greeted him: "I'm here."

Lu Shiqing endured the laughter and the wound was so painful that he thrust and thrust. He pretended to be calm and continued to close his eyes and said, "Yes."

Yuan Cixian felt hatred. Seeing that he refused to open his eyes, he didn't know what position to pose when he sat on the bed. He bent his knees and stretched them out, and then bent his knees again, and was about to move his butt when he suddenly heard Lu Shiqing ask, "Are you sitting and sleeping?"

Before she could answer, he pulled her "highly" and helped her lie down on her side.

With a glance at each other, Yuan Cixian's heart jumped suddenly, subconsciously looking into his eyes, seeing his slightly panicked expression in the reflection, he hurriedly looked away at Chengchen above his head.

Lu Shiqing seemed to bend her lips, then reached out and pushed her out, causing her to lie flat.

Yuan Cixian was pirated around like a puppet. She felt unhappy and forgot to be nervous. She turned her head and said annoyedly: "What are you doing?"

Of course, Lu Shiqing was afraid that she would be too close to him when she was face to face, so she saw the disguised makeup on his face, and said to her mouth: "Look at me, how can I sleep."

I have to sleep with him again, but I can't look at him.

She complained to him in her heart and said it was hard to do it. She turned her back and moved away two feet away, ignoring him with her arm.

Lu Shiqing stared at her back because of this.

Today she wore a slightly wide skirt. When she stood, she didn't look very good. She pressed her skirt tightly and lay down, and she could see the spring scenery that was not revealed in the past. Her eyes saw her waist and her hips were full, and her winding curves were as smooth as a stroke when she was painting. It was as smooth as a stroke. Further up was a piece of slender neck exposed by the black hair, which was as transparent as jade and as white as the face, making people want to take a bite.

But Lu Shiqing was afraid that the action would be too big and the injury would be exposed, so he endured nothing, but just silently covered his heart and continued to slid around.

Halfway through, I saw Yuan Cixian slamming the bed and turning around almost fiercely.

Lu Shiqing was like a thief who was caught and closed his eyes quickly.

Yuan Cixian's words "You sleep with your eyes open" were choked on her lips, and she said "Look at it again and calculate the numbers", and then she turned her back angrily again.

Her intuition was so sharp that Lu Shiqing didn't open her eyes anymore, but her head was full of the amazing scenes she had just seen. She knew that she was close to her and could not fall asleep at all. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that the weather suddenly became cold after the sun set, and a gust of wind blew from the window. He noticed that the person two feet away was trembling with cold.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and then realized that in order to avoid revealing the filling, he covered himself tightly with the bedding, but was occupied by Yini's heart and forgot that there was nothing covered on her body.

He avoided traction with the wound, moved out with difficulty, then lifted a corner of the bedding and covered her.

Of course, Yuan Cixian didn't fall asleep either. She felt the bedding he had split up and the sudden enthusiasm. She couldn't help but feel nervous and just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

This happened to fit Lu Shiqing's wish. He became more and more eager, and he moved her closer to her, rolled her entire body into his bedding, hugged her in his arms, and asked her back to close to his heart.

Yuan Cixian breathed tightly, and just as she was about to get out of the room, she heard him say softly: "Don't move."

The sound of "Don't move" was like divine power, and she really told her to stop.

He continued, "Anyway, I'm sleeping, so how can I feel comfortable?"

Just as Yuan Cixian was about to say that she was uncomfortable, she was firmly wrapped around her waist by his arms. She felt that he seemed to have his head lowered and put his forehead on the back of her neck.

His fever had not subsided, and the feeling of the skin touching became more and more soft and warm, and she suddenly couldn't say anything unhappy against her will.

Feeling her stiff body gradually relaxing, Lu Shiqing closed his eyes with satisfaction just by stretching her elbow and stabbing her back, and he would die due to the rupture of the wound.

Yuan Cixian didn't close her eyes for two days and night. As soon as she relaxed, the feeling of fatigue came like a tide. After a while, she felt her head heavy and fell asleep in his arms. When she woke up like a dream, she heard a very light but serious voice coming from behind, as if Lu Shiqing was saying: "Thank you."

She suddenly opened her eyes, not knowing what he was thanking. She was about to ask, but she only heard his long and symmetrical breathing, as if the light words as light as Yusha were just her imagination.

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Yuan Cixian woke up at the second hour that night. Because the curfew had passed, she could not leave, but she did not make the reason to spend the night with Lu Shiqing, so she went back to the East Cross Courtyard where she had lived before.

When she was bathing, she felt that the back of her neck was slippery, as if she had coated a layer of powder. She was wondering why her hands and feet were so unclean, but she didn't think much about it. Because she was still very sleepy, she fell asleep again and fell back on the bed and returned to Yuan Mansion early the next morning.

Lu Shiqing slept all night and subsided, and cheered up and went to Zichen Hall to serve Emperor Huining. Because he only faced the saints, he easily concealed the past. One day he went to court. King Ping was indeed interested in investigating officials in the court, and arrested a political matter and kept confronting the saints, which led to the court officials' list.

Lu Shiqing was also asked several times for his opinion. Because he did not hurt his right palm, he did not show any flaws when he stepped out of the line and bowed his hands. However, the bad thing was that the court would be extended for a full hour. He stood straight for a whole morning, and it was really unbearable to support him. The powder used for fakes could not suppress the pale color on his face.

Most of the court officials were impatient, but the matter of taxation in Huainan proposed by King Ping this time was a very concerned issue for the saints. The old emperor was interested and no one dared to interrupt it. Even when it was approaching noon, he was still talking in front of him.

Lu Shiqing stood behind with his back straight, his lips pursed, but he could hardly hear everyone's words in his ears, and fine beads of sweat were also oozing from his forehead. Fortunately, King Ping focused on the right palm of the courtiers and did not pay much attention to him.

Zheng Zhuo looked at him calmly, knowing that it was probably because of his wound, so he quickly winked at Cai He beside him.

Cai He was promoted to the Dali Temple Minister after Lu Shiqing's few words of a slight tremendous amount of money and replaced Jiang Min.

When he got Zheng Zhuo, he was aware of it. When Emperor Huining asked him about his opinion, he pretended to be hesitant and hesitated: "Report to Your Majesty, I have not made up my mind yet."

Emperor Huining seemed a little annoyed when he saw that he was not listed: "Cai Siqing must have heard of the principle of planning his politics in his position. If you can't decide on this tax avoidance case, who will take it?"

Cai He seemed to have no choice but to go out, and arched his hand to the saint, and saw a thick bandage wrapped around his right palm, which was very hurt.

Lu Shiqing bit the tip of his mouth because his eyes were black, and he leaned against the pain and the salty, fishy and sweet taste. When he looked up and saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In order to protect him, Zheng Zhuo sacrificed Cai He.

King Ping saw that he had grabbed Cai He, and finally stopped being persistent and dispersed from the court. Lu Shiqing turned around in a straight posture. As soon as he took a step, he obviously felt a pull on the wound, as if he could finally not hold back the crack.

He frowned and was about to leave quickly, but he saw his mortal enemy Zhang Zhixian come up at this time and asked him about his well-being: "I see that Mr. Lu's complexion is not good. It's colder sooner or later. Do you remember to add more clothes to avoid losing my pillars in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

This old man obviously didn't know the inside story, so he just found faults like usual.

Lu Shiqing smiled at him slightly, and when King Ping was about to come forward, he was cursing in his heart, but he could only calmly say: "Lao Zhang Pushe is concerned, you are old and old, so you should take care of yourself, so as not to lose the preaching, learn to help others before you can get the exam."

Zhang Zhixian's son was useless. This sentence hit the old man's pain point. He was so angry that he kicked his feet and left.

Lu Shiqing felt relieved. He heard Zheng Zhuo talking to King Ping behind him, obviously delaying the time for him, so he quickly gritted his teeth and walked out of the hall. Unexpectedly, he left the hall gate, looked down and saw that blood had oozed out of the front.

Now that he leaves the palace, he may not encounter any more twists and turns. Once his obviously wrong wound is exposed, Cai He's sacrifice will be in vain.

He took a deep breath, pinched his palms tightly with his fingernails to keep his eyes open, turned to look at the Hanliang Palace of the Thirteenth Prince. When he entered the palace, he was at the end of his strength and could no longer support him, and he fell to the threshold.

Shao He, who was teaching Zheng Hong in the palace, was shocked when he heard the sound. He looked up and saw this scene, and hurriedly got up and ran forward.

Zheng Hong was drowsy when he was studying in the school. Seeing this, he said in surprise: "Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Before Shaohe came, Lu Shiqing stood up with the door frame, saluted him, and smiled and said, "Your Highness, I am not at ease, I just accidentally stepped on the threshold."

Zheng Hong is young, but he is not easy to fool. He pointed at a large pool of dirty traces in front of him and said, "What are you?"

He wore a dark official robe, and the blood oozed out, which was like the color of the cloth being darker, and from a distance it seemed like water was sprinkled.

Shaohe had already rushed to him, and understood at first glance, his face turned pale, but he tried his best to calm down and turned around and said, "Hong'er, Mr. Lu's official robe has been stained with water. You can study here with peace of mind. Sister will find him a new garment."
Chapter completed!