The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Qi Zhaomian admired her for knowing the situation, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and quickly fell down again, dug out a little with the wood chip, and his fingers hovered in the air without falling down for a long time.

As soon as I finished saying I was coming, I asked her “how do I apply this?” It was a bit…

She pursed her lips, thought about it, and finally didn't ask, and applied it directly to the wound.

Lin Shanjuan thought that since she was so stubborn, he would definitely grab it, so he looked elsewhere to distract his attention. However, he didn't expect that she would actually apply the medicine on the silk directly on the wound.

And it took a lot of effort.

The pain made her whole body tense up in an instant, the muscle lines on her arms became more obvious, and half of her clothes fell down, revealing her equally round shoulders.

Qi Zhaomian looked at her arms with some curiosity. They were completely different from his own, slender, yet looked full of strength.

When she was distracted, she hit him harder.

How could Lin Shanjuan dare to remind you that the sponsor was kind enough to help you apply the medicine, but you are picky and question the sponsor's unprofessionalism?

No, just thinking about it makes me feel too presumptuous!

She gritted her teeth and endured it, and soon her forehead was covered with sweat.

The four-inch-long "groove" was filled up neatly by Qi Zhaomian using medicine, and Lin Shanjuan looked at it with both laughter and tears.

Perhaps Her Royal Highness is actually very suitable for caulking. This putty can be used for a month... No, it's medicine.

It's hit bottom.

Qi Zhaomian picked up the new silk and began to wrap it, following the way he had just witnessed Lin Shanjuan unwrapping it, circle after circle, but for some reason, it was either bulging here or curling up there.

She had never done anything like this, but she was a serious person.

Adhering to the spirit of "If it can't be flat, then I can wrap it until dawn", Lin Shanjuan watched his arm turn into a ball of thread wrapped around a wooden stick.

Okay, okay, I’ll suffocate the wound today!

Qi Zhaomian tied a knot, her arms felt sore. She frowned and thought to herself that she would never do such a thing again.

"You don't like what the Emperor gave you in Wuying Palace today?"

Lin Shanjuan was still getting used to his "ball of yarn arm" and answered casually, "No, I don't need that much money. I'll just give it to you once you bring it in. I'd rather have a few days off."

Holiday, maybe a day off?

Qi Zhaomian probed: "You are at least a third-rank official, it is only natural that you have some savings. Since the emperor has given it to you, you should accept it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shanjuan made a series of assumptions in his mind - if my sponsor knew that I had a secret fund, then my sponsor would think that I had the ability to protect myself and would reduce the money he gave me.

I don’t know how long I will have to stay here. Will I lose the care of my financial sponsor just because of a few pearls?

Only a fool would do that.

"No! I don't want it! Just leave me some money for the wine, and the rest is all yours!"

She looked very serious in her refusal. Qi Zhaomian couldn't help laughing. He didn't answer, but lifted the quilt and lay down inside.

Lin Shanjuan saw that she was very satisfied with this answer, so he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down.

The two of them lay side by side in the warm bed. Lin Shanjuan was almost asleep when he suddenly heard Qi Zhaomian say:

"You shouldn't drink alcohol if you're injured."

Lin Shanjuan sighed: "Alright, alright, as you command, Your Highness."

The indulgent tone pleased Qi Zhaomian. She curled the corners of her lips slightly, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

-

Lin Shanjuan was a lucky person. She was lucky because she had just finished the vacation she had asked for on her own initiative and even took the court's annual leave.

The year ended with the sound of firecrackers. When the sky was just getting light, there was a loud bang and Lin Shanjuan realized in a daze that it was the Spring Festival.

The noises outside continued one after another. Lin Shanjuan raised his hand to cover the ears of Qi Zhaomian, who had her back to him, and then took her into his arms.

The two of them had been sleeping together for a few days and had long been accustomed to this contact, but Qi Zhaomian still woke up at the slightest noise and the sudden approach of the heat source.

Lin Shanjuan leaned very close to him, and the back of his neck was filled with her breath. The two bodies pressed against each other, adding warmth to the hazy morning.

It’s not that I’m craving the warmth of her arms, it’s just that it’s cold outside and the quilt is so warm, so it’s normal to lie down for a while longer.

Qi Zhaomian was thinking and fell asleep again without realizing it.

For some reason, I always slept less in the past. In recent days, I guess it’s because there was someone lying next to me who was very sleepy, and I was infected by it, and I always feel sleepy.

The two of them got up when it was bright, and Xiao'er and others helped them change their clothes. After they washed up, they went to have breakfast.

Lin Shanjuan had already tied his own cloak, but when he saw Qi Zhaomian was a step slower, he simply took hers off and helped her tie it.

Qi Zhaomian stared at her without blinking. The man seemed not to care about all his actions, whether it was helping her cover up the noise in the morning or helping her tie her cloak at this moment, it was all subconscious, and the corners of his lips were more curved.

It was snowing outside, and there seemed to be an unusually heavy amount of snow this year. The princess's mansion was filled with red lanterns, making it look festive.

Lin Shanjuan walked in the snow in a dark robe. The contrast between black and white became more and more distinct, giving her edges a hint of coldness.

Qi Zhaomian suddenly felt a little dazed. Over the past year, her impression of the people around her has changed again and again. Although she still didn't know where she came from or what her purpose was in being around her, but...

Lin Shanjuan didn't know what she was thinking, but he happened to see a swallow's nest under the eaves.

She smiled, turned her head, and looked down at Qi Zhaomian: "Look, there is a swallow's nest over there."

The cold corners of his eyes suddenly relaxed, tinged with a warm temperature. Both eyes were like the shimmering sea surface under a clear sky, revealing a deep tenderness.

Qi Zhaomian curved his lips and responded to her: "Yeah."

"I heard that having swallows building nests at home is a good thing. Maybe something good will happen next year."

This was the first time Qi Zhaomian heard this, but she did not deny it. Thinking about the current political situation, she exhaled and curled her eyes:

"maybe."

The two of them walked through the corridor and just stepped over the threshold of Chaoxi Hall when the servant at the door came in to announce them, holding a gift list in his hand.

"Your Highness, a carriage from the General's Mansion has arrived outside. They say they bumped into your Highness's carriage a few days ago, and since it's Spring Festival, they're sending a gift. Please don't refuse."

The servant was a servant at the main gate. He came at this time of year and had good reasons, so it was impossible to refuse him.

Qi Zhaomian's good mood for the morning was almost gone. He took the gift list and was thinking of accepting it if there was nothing valuable. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened it, the last bit of good mood was gone.

There were no valuable gifts, but they were all things Ye Lang had given her before. This car was not a gift at all, it was clearly something to remind her of him!

Does he really think that I can easily come back to him just because I am obsessed with him?

Qi Zhaomian angrily slammed the invitation on the table, which frightened Lin Shanjuan so much that he couldn't hold the invitation anymore and it rolled under the table.

She looked at Qi Zhaomian in a daze. She wanted to eat the buns, but she saw that Qi Zhaomian was angry so she didn't dare to pick them up.

Qi Zhaomian laughed at her hesitation. She sighed, "Xiao'er, why don't you pick it up?"

Xiao'er then quickly squatted down to pick it up.

Lin Shanjuan poked his head in and asked, "What did you give me that makes you so angry?"

Qi Zhaomian raised his eyebrows slightly: In the past, when I was angry, she would shrink like a little quail, but why is she so bold today and even sticking her little head out to ask?

She nodded her chin slightly: "Let's see."

Lin Shanjuan picked it up and read it, becoming even more puzzled.

What was this gift? If it was a good gift, she couldn't understand the wooden toys inside. If it was a shabby gift, there were a few hairpins marked with words like "pearl" and "agate".

Until the end - there is a garden in the palace.

Why does it feel... a bit like...

Seeing her strange expression, Qi Zhaomian remained calm and took the initiative to answer: "All these things above were given to me by him."

Lin Shanjuan's hands trembled and he almost threw the gift list under the table.

So disgusting, this year feels unclean.