The third year after the death of the emperor

The color of the tail has an almost dazzling brightness.

Xiao Xuanqian's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly looked back, like an ordinary student who respects his teacher, he waited for him to wash and change his clothes, took out his outer robe, and changed into some light clothes.The maid knew that His Royal Highness Ninth Prince was filial, so she entrusted him with all these matters, and went outside to pack things and order servants.

In the quiet room, only the two of them.

Xiao Xuanqian knelt on the ground and took off his shoes and socks for him, the palm of his hand happened to touch Xie Wen's ankle - it was so cold outside that even his joints were icy.Xiao Xuanqian stared at the thin ankle bone, and suddenly felt that Xie Wen seemed to be very delicate everywhere, and his bones were agreed to be long, so that he could be so comprehensive and beautiful.

There was a violent beating sound from his chest, and that thirsty thirst surged up again.Xiao Xuanqian closed his eyes and calmed down his thoughts, then raised his head and approached him and asked, "Master, do you want to drink the anti-wine soup before going to bed?"

Although Xie Wen was drunk, she was obediently drunk. At this moment, she just stared at him blankly. After a long while, she replied dully: "Everything is fine."

It's all good... Xiao Xuanqian heard his drunkenness, and suddenly came up with a strange idea. He was usually cautious, lest he would fall into the ground of others, but now he seemed to have lost his mind, and said in a hoarse voice: "Nothing is wrong. Okay? Do you want to do anything?"

Xie Wen looked at him and thought for a while, subconsciously he didn't think Xiao Xuanqian could do anything to him, so he said slowly: "...you decide."

What he meant was whether to drink the hangover soup first or turn off the lights and go to bed first, let Xiao Xuanqian decide.He doesn't have the spirit to judge at the moment, all his thoughts are on the political situation of the government and the opposition, and he often doesn't like to make decisions when dealing with such trivial matters in life.

Xiao Xuanqian raised his hand and touched his cheek with nostalgia. His fingertips were obviously trembling, but there was still an unforgettable joy.The breaths of the two were intertwined and blended together, and the distance was so close that it couldn't be any closer, Xiao Xuanqian said with a low voice, pure and sincere: "What kind of wine did the teacher drink?"

Xie Wen hesitated for a moment, but didn't answer for a moment.Xiao Xuanqian's fingers gently stroked his lips, the other party was already practicing martial arts at the moment, the new calluses in his hands were between soft and hard, scraping a little unique blood on the soft lips.

"Let me have a taste," Xiao Xuanqian asked in a low voice, "How about it?"

The author has something to say: you better just try it.