concubine on top

The window sill was covered with snow, and it was wet. The little emperor slipped and fell on his back.

"emperor!"

Little Fuzi was startled, lost his whisk and rode on the window sill to go out, but the little emperor got up as if nothing happened, and ran forward with all his strength.

His body seemed to be in pain, but that didn't matter anymore, the shouts and wind in his ears disappeared, and the only thing he could see, hear and feel in the world was Shen Yanchuan.

The blue brick floor covered with a layer of fine snow was slippery and slippery, the little emperor slipped under his feet, slid, and slipped right in front of Shen Yanchuan.

He was so ecstatic just now, but when they met face to face, he suddenly stared at Shen Yanchuan for a moment like a timid person, before reaching out to hold the other person's face, touching and touching from cheek to forehead: "It's really Shen Yanchuan Is it? I'm not dreaming again, am I?"

"It's me." Shen Yanchuan couldn't help laughing seeing him talking stupidly, "I'm no longer needed in the south, so General Wang sent someone to take me back to the palace. We brought less things and walked faster than the army. Go fast."

"Oh oh oh...Okay, okay." The little emperor nodded and looked at him, stroked his dry lips with his fingers, and said with infinite pity, "You've lost weight, and you've also grown rough."

"Yes." Shen Yanchuan was immersed in the warm and moist touch, and stared at the childish emperor with his eyes reluctantly, "Is the concubine going to lose her love?"

"Nonsense!" The little emperor stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly, holding back two tears in his eyes, "I don't just look at your face, what do you think of me..."

"Well, my concubine made a mistake..." Shen Yanchuan raised his right hand and slowly rubbed it on the little emperor's back, as if to appease a small animal with teeth and claws on the surface, but is actually frail and frightened, "The emperor is a gentleman..."

"Hmph..." The little emperor felt much better after being stroked, and he rubbed against his chest like a jolly pony, "Besides, it's nothing to be thinner or rougher, give me two Yue, I can make you white and fat, just like tender lotus root..." He giggled, his eyes sparkling, "Then I will eat you right away! Just stay in my stomach obediently !"

The two ignored the wind and snow and kept warm, but Xiao Fuzi couldn't just sit idly by. He walked cautiously on the floor tiles, and hit the big umbrella in his hand on top of the two of them: "Your Majesty, it's cold outside, let the imperial concubine go inside to bake." Dry off the moisture on your body! The hot tea has just been boiled and you can drink it!"

The little emperor sounded reasonable, but at the same time he had a lot to say to Shen Yanchuan in his heart, so he let go of his neck, pulled his arm and was about to leave.Immediately, the little emperor heard him grunt, and the arm in his arms stiffened obviously.

The little emperor looked down, only to realize that there was a little fine cloth protruding from the cuff of his left hand: "Are you injured?" Then without waiting for his answer, he turned his head and said to Xiao Fuzi: "Let the imperial doctor come over!"

"Hey!"

Xiao Fuzi recruited a palace man to hold the umbrella for him, turned around and was about to run, but was stopped by Shen Yanchuan.

"Concubines don't want imperial doctors." Shen Yanchuan went around to the left of the little emperor, patted the little emperor's back under the cover of the cloak, and rubbed gently through the thick clothes, with an urgent and ambiguous hint, " The concubine wants the emperor."

He didn't intend to hide the injury in his words, the emperor felt relieved, this time he took his hand carefully and led him into the house.

The two drank tea around the charcoal basin, and after a few words, Shen Yanchuan started talking about the war, and the palace people consciously retreated to the outside room, leaving only Shen Yanchuan talking in the room.

In the end, Shen Yanchuan's teacup had run out, he put the lid on, and said softly: "Everything goes well in the south, thanks to the emperor, you have worked hard all this time."

His pair of dark phoenix eyes reflected the red light of the charcoal fire, they were less sharp and more clear.The little emperor seldom heard him praise himself so sincerely. At one moment he wanted to tell him the grievances he had been full of lately, at the other moment he was too happy. He really wanted to hug him and kiss him fiercely, but he didn't know where else he was wearing. Injured, so I grabbed his hand that put down the teacup and squeezed it: "You know I have worked hard, so you have to give me a big reward, don't just say that you don't need money to be obedient."

Seeing his coquettish and foolish appearance, Shen Yanchuan pursed his lips: "The concubine rushed back without stopping, the emperor should at least let the minister rest?"

The little emperor touched Shen Yanchuan's hands warmed by the tea, and touched several thin calluses. Looking down, the back of the hand was also dry and white, and his heart ached and throbbed—such a pair of fine and delicate hands , for him, once again became the hand of a warrior.

He picked it up and put it to his lips for a kiss, and he said, "Okay, I will clean up the noble concubine myself, let our great hero sleep, and have a whole feast of snail noodles at night!"

The place to wash dust, as the name suggests, is in the bath.

Regarding Shen Yanchuan's injury, the little emperor hid his thoughts, although he did not call the imperial doctor according to Shen Yanchuan, but a personal examination is indispensable.

Shen Yanchuan also knew that he couldn't hide, so he simply didn't speak, and opened it openly for the little emperor to see, but he refused to take off the muslin on his left arm: "The doctor told me not to touch the water, let's see when the dressing is changed next time. "

The little emperor let go of his arm for the time being, but his eyes glanced over his skin inch by inch, and after seeing the rest of him thoroughly, he still frowned, because his body was full of bruises, old and fresh. , a small piece, a large piece, everything.The little emperor didn't dare to wipe it with a towel, so he could only rub the soap with his hands to foam up, and then gently smeared it on Shen Yanchuan's body, being gentle and careful, but he couldn't help complaining: "You're so hurt! Now, why didn't you say it earlier? And let me gossip about a cup of tea with you!"

"It's a war, a little flesh injury is inevitable." Shen Yanchuan looked indifferent, and directly grabbed the man into his arms with his right hand, and rubbed his lips gently on the temples, "I won't delay my concubine from rewarding you."

The little emperor was hugged so hard that his heart was pounding, and he pinched his buttocks - that was the only place that didn't hurt: "I'm so anxious!"

"No." Shen Yanchuan let him pinch, and let out a breath of steam with a smile, "It's my concubine who is in a hurry."

The little emperor was distracted by him, and was just about to say, "You were still pretending when you were drinking tea just now", but inadvertently saw his left arm stretched out of the pool, and a line of blood was slightly leaking from the muslin.

"You're in a hurry...you can't do it." The little emperor gently pushed him away, pouted slightly, in a coquettish and negotiating tone, "Wait until your injury is almost healed, otherwise you won't be able to exert yourself at night, and I won't be able to enjoy myself gone."

"Okay." In the mist, Shen Yanchuan smiled hazily, "The concubine must be recovering from her injuries, and she will serve the emperor in place at that time."