Quick Wear: Pampering Your Lover

In early spring, new buds sprout from dead branches, creating a new scene.

Lu Xingzheng is finally back.

That day, Mingzhen was sitting on the couch in the yard reading a storybook. He rubbed his sore eyes subconsciously, and inadvertently saw the window, which was originally only opened a little, being slowly pushed open, making a slight noise.

She subconsciously looked at Zizhu who was changing the charcoal and Youling who was drowsy. Seeing that neither of them noticed, she coughed and said, "You two can go down first. I want to rest for a while. You don't have to wait."

"Yes, Prince." Zizhu changed the charcoal and pulled the sleepy Youling back.

As soon as the door was closed, a dark figure passed by the window.

In the blink of an eye, the man stood in front of Mingzhen's soft couch.

The man who came had handsome eyebrows and eyes, a strong and tall body hidden under his clothes, and a short knife on his waist. Although the snow had stopped in early spring, there was still some snow outside, so his black boots were still stained with a little snow, and his whole body was carrying the cold air from outside.

Mingzhen shivered and wrapped himself in a thin blanket. "It's so cold. Stand over there and warm yourself up."

"Okay." Lu Xingzheng took off his cloak and obediently warmed himself in front of the charcoal brazier before moving behind Mingzhen and hugging him. "Azhen, I missed you so much."

Mingzhen put down the book, grabbed his hand and examined it carefully.

Just now she felt that there seemed to be a wound on Lu Xingzheng's hand. Now she looked, and sure enough, his originally slender and handsome hand had become very scary, covered with many frostbite cracks, but now it had healed a lot and had scabs.

Mingzhen felt a little distressed and blew on it carefully. "Does it hurt?"

"I've applied medicine and it doesn't hurt anymore." His voice was normal, but also contained a soothing tone.

Mingzhen's heart warmed, and she turned around and kissed the man's slightly cold lips.

He is strong, mature and reliable. I feel safe having him around.

The two of them were in love for a while, and Mingzhen roughly understood the situation.

She never liked to dress up at home. Her black hair was either left loose or tied with a hairband, looking lazy and casual, with her soft hair shining underneath.

She lay quietly on his chest, holding his big hand and lightly telling him about her next plan. He smelled the fragrance of her hair and kissed her gently.

Lu Xingzheng wasn't particularly surprised by Mingzhen's casual revelation of her outrageous plan. He had already sensed some of her intentions. He simply pressed his lips against her neck and said hoarsely, "I'll agree to whatever the prince wants to do. I just need a little reward..."

For some reason, although he was a self-restrained person, when facing Mingzhen, he always couldn't help but want to get close to her and kiss her.

Mingzhen glanced at him and hooked her arms around his neck as if in tacit agreement.

......

Half an hour later, Lu Xingzheng satisfied half of his craving. Looking at the gradually darkening sky, he reluctantly moved his lips away, stared at the girl's watery eyes, and kissed her eyes again.

Mingzhen's eyelashes fluttered, and a gentle kiss fell on her thin eyelids, slowly moving from the corner of her eyes to her cheeks, nose tip, lips, and finally biting her pointed chin.

"Hiss!" Mingzhen cried out in pain and pushed Lu Xingzheng away. "Why did you bite me?"

She touched the place where Lu Xingzheng bit her and felt shallow teeth marks.

Lu Xingzheng said nothing, lowered his eyes, silently picked up the clothes and put them on her, covering up the faint traces on her body that did not belong to him.

......

royal palace.

West Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace.

Near the window, a father and son sat facing each other, with a Go game on the table in the middle.

The chessboard was covered with two-colored glass chess pieces. The black pieces had surrounded the white pieces tightly, and it seemed that the game was coming to an end. A handsome young man sitting on one side was swaying with his chess pieces, his expression slightly stagnant.

The man sitting opposite him was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, with white hair on his forehead, his eyes were calm and deep, and he exuded majestic majesty.

He took a sip from the teacup, his every move revealing the dignity and sternness of someone who had been in a high position for many years.

The Seventh Prince Ming Shiqi pondered for a moment, finally put down the chess piece in his hand, lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Father, I have lost again."

The emperor's eyes were deep, and he said with a hint of meaning: "Qi'er, when doing anything, you must not be impatient, and you must not be dishonest. Otherwise, you will eventually destroy yourself."

Ming Shiqi was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and knelt, saying respectfully, "Your Majesty, thank you for your teachings."

The emperor waved his hand and said, "No need for all this formality. I was just saying it casually. Let's go and see your mother."

After saying this, he strode out of the palace.

"Yes." Ming Shiqi stood up and answered, following the emperor, feeling a thin layer of sweat on his back.

……

It was just daybreak, and the remaining stars in the sky could still be seen. The carriages and vendors on the main street had already started moving, and the restaurants and shops had already opened their doors.

When the sun was high in the sky, a man wearing a light-colored robe with a cross collar and stepping on a gilded stool got off the carriage and entered an inconspicuous little teahouse.

"This time, the snowstorm in the north was devastating. Thanks to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, they trekked across mountains and rivers, crossing snow layers half a man's height to deliver food and clothing to the city, saving the people of several cities from disaster."

"The Ming Dynasty has His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince. This is truly a blessing for our Ming Dynasty!"

"It is said that at that time..."

Mingzhen sat in a room on the second floor of the teahouse, chewing some snacks and listening inattentively to the storyteller's exaggerated narration. However, two bony hands were kneading her slender calves on the soft chair.

It seems to be quite skillful.

"Azhen, are you comfortable?" Xue Chengjiao smiled at Mingzhen like a servile boy, kneading her skillfully with his hands. It was obviously not his first time.

"Well, it's okay." Mingzhen took a bite of the red bean cake, frowned, and stuffed the remaining half into Xue Chengjiao's mouth.

The boy naturally accepted it all, smacking his lips in enjoyment, "What Ah Zhen feeds is delicious!"

"Alright, stop joking." Mingzhen pinched the muscles on his arm. "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"The northern border has been invaded. I want to go on the expedition next month..."

Before Mingzhen could say anything, Xue Chengjiao stopped talking on his own, looking a little lost.

If he went, he wouldn't be able to see Azhen for at least a year and a half.

What if Lu Xingzheng takes advantage of the situation?

However, his dream is to become a great general like Lu Xingzheng.

In this way, he would have more confidence to make King Huai and his wife accept him.

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