The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

There was a sound from the book case, Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes in a daze, looked up and saw the figure of Xuanpao at the door, rubbed his eyes and chased after him.

Halfway through the road, I saw the paper objects that had been folded for a day. There were no bones left, only cold ashes were left on the ground.

He hissed in distress, wanting to fight the culprit, Zhou Xuanlan mentioned dinner without looking back, Shen Liu choked, and turned to smile.

The freshly baked delicacies were placed on the jade table in the pavilion by the palace servants.

Zhou Xuanlan didn't eat and went to the study.

Shen Liuxiang picked up the chopsticks alone and ate two mouthfuls. The air was filled with coldness, the hot food was in his stomach, and his body felt warm after eating, very comfortable.

Zhou Xuanlan came out of the study, walked across the corridor, looked sideways to see the young man in the pavilion full of food, with a contented face, got up and walked around the pavilion twice, then raised his eyebrows, seemed to think of something, and ran away.

Zhou Xuanlan's consciousness chased after him unconsciously.

Outside the dormitory, Shen Liuxiang reached out and pushed the door. After realizing that the enchantment was still there, he bared his teeth fiercely at the enchantment and muttered a few words.

Turn around again, lay the bedding in the corridor, and meditate.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty,"

Zhou Xuanlan regained his senses, frowned and looked at the palace servant who called him.

The palace servant said cautiously: "Your Majesty has been standing here for half an hour, do you have any important orders?"

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was in a trance, he withdrew his consciousness in shock, lowered his face, and left without saying a word.

The next day, Shen Liuxiang was taken to the attic again.

Zhou Xuanlan covered himself with a defensive barrier, and everything Shen Liuxiang threw was intercepted. Looking at the desolate stack of papers, he pouted lightly.

When he was bored, he yawned and tapped the enchantment with the reverse scale, and unexpectedly found that the enchantment did not stop him.

Shen Liuxiang blinked and got into the barrier.

Zhou Xuanlan's practice ended, and the moment he opened his eyes, his figure was slightly stiff.

He bowed his head as if feeling, the young man's head resting on his lap, his handsome and fair face, sleeping peacefully, with one hand grasping the corner of the ink edge clothes, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Zhou Xuanlan: "…"

He had never been so close to anyone.

Zhou Xuanlan's hand landed on the slender and fragile neck, and her face was cloudy. After a while, she moved to Shen Liuxiang's face, and gently rubbed her fingertips.

To haunt him so hard is to treat him as a former apprentice.

Unfortunately, he is not.

Zhou Xuanlan was determined, stretched out his hand and pinched coldly on the young man's cheek, awakening him.

Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes, angrily.

Shen Liuxiang was in the attic during the day and in the corridor at night. Just like that, after staying in the Xuan Yao Palace for a few days, Zhou Xuanlan's attitude towards him was much better.

However, Shen Liuxiang was a little puzzled. The previous few syllables had not received any response, and he had passed them on several times, but they were all sinking into the sea.

The weather was dull today. After dinner, the heavy rain that had been brewing all day poured down, and most of the corridor was soaked by the slanting rain.

Shen Liuxiang picked up the quilt and moved it to the door.

The night was already full of chills, and the damp breath of the rainy night came out from the floor. The cold wind, accompanied by the sound of thunderstorms, whizzed through the corridor.

Shen Liuxiang shrank in the quilt, curled up into a ball, opened his phoenix eyes, and listened to the movement in the room with his ears facing the ground.

The people inside seemed to be in some kind of predicament, pacing back and forth, and the sound of footsteps was particularly complicated.

Gradually, he walked towards the door.

Shen Liuxiang nervously held Ni scales, Zhou Xuanlan should not let him stay in the corridor in the rain all night.

"It's time to come out and pick me up." He blinked his phoenix eyes and muttered softly.

In the room, Zhou Xuanlan closed his eyes indifferently, heard the sound of wind and rain, and opened them again.

Under the gaze of his consciousness, the person at the door was wrapped in a quilt. At this time of the year, the weather was so cold at night that it would be freezing cold outside.

Zhou Xuanlan got up, took off the screen coat, and walked out while putting it on, approaching the door, and his footsteps paused again.

In the attic during the day, looking at the gloomy sky, he reminded him that the Xuan Yao Palace is not to mention the usual empty rooms.

Who would have thought that Shen Liuxiang said solemnly: "Separation is a matter of emotional discord. We have no problem, we have to sleep together."

Afterwards, he was still brooding about being thrown out of the bedroom, even if Ni Scale could take him through the barrier, he still wouldn't say, "If you threw me out, you have to carry me back in person."

Zhou Xuanlan had never seen anyone crawling on his bed, so blatantly and arrogantly, nor had he ever seen such a person who made an inch to force him to compromise.

Zhou Xuanlan wanted to let him suffer a cold night and learn a lesson, maybe he would go back to his room obediently tomorrow.

He turned away from the door.

After a while, the rain outside became louder, and Zhou Xuanlan was uneasy. He got off the bed again, picked up something before leaving, and walked straight to the door.

In the foundation-building stage, the body does not need to be as strong as a mortal. There is a cold wind blowing in the corridor from time to time, and if you catch a cold... Maybe it will have an impact on the reverse scale.

Zhou Xuanlan pressed her slender hand on the door and opened it.

The light from the interior sprinkled on the corridor, covering the raised thin quilt.

Zhou Xuanlan stood at the door, her eyebrows lowered, and she saw the sound of Shen Liu's head sticking out of the quilt immediately.

The corners of the young man's lips curled into a smile, and his eyes were particularly bright under the soft light, as if he had expected the people in the room to come out, "Did you pick me up?"

So sure, victory is in hand.

Zhou Xuanlan's heart suddenly felt dry, her thin lips pursed into an icy arc, and her slender figure remained motionless.

Being so sure makes him the same person he used to be...

The light hit Zhou Xuanlan's handsome eyebrows, which were full of gloomy colors.

He was silent for a while, then exposed the hands behind him, holding a pillow with both hands, and threw it to Shen Liuxiang.

With a click, the door closed again.

After entering the room, Zhou Xuanlan's consciousness stared at the outside world and saw that Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a long time, his eyelashes drooping, as if showing a bit of disappointment. Immediately lowering his head, he looked at the pillow he was holding in his arms, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he muttered, "Forget it, I have a pillow anyway, and I will improve a little bit every day."

Saying that, she retracted into the thin quilt that was rolled up.

Zhou Xuanlan frowned and was satisfied with a pillow.

His consciousness fell outside for one night, Shen Liuxiang stayed in the corridor, never crossed the barrier with the inverse scales, it seemed that he was determined and wanted him to go and bring people back in person.

As dawn approached, Zhou Xuanlan pretended to go out, making no small movements, but the figure huddled under the quilt did not move.

Zhou Xuanlan realized that something was wrong, lifted the quilt, and the person inside held a soft pillow in his arms, with an unusual blush on his cheeks, frowned slightly, and his forehead was hot.

Since Shen Liuxiang settled down in the corridor, the palace servants all retreated to the rear to guard.

Hearing the news, the palace servants who came to serve, saw the demon emperor holding a young man in his arms, his expression was slightly tight, and strode into the bedroom: "come here, prepare medicine!"

Shen Liuxiang burned into a daze. In his sleep, he felt that the quilt was lifted, and a warm and familiar breath wrapped him around him. In the cold and wet rain, it was particularly attractive.

Zhou Xuanlan's face was sullen, and the person who was hugged by him was wearing a thin lining, his face was pale, showing a flushed and sick face, and he leaned against him unconsciously.

Zhou Xuanlan felt close, her body was slightly stiff, she quickly entered the room, and placed her on the soft bed.

Shen Liuxiang was still in the foundation-building stage, so he couldn't dissolve some medicinal herbs, so he could only make concoction with spirit grass and let him drink it.

But the person on the couch didn't cooperate. When the pharmacist was feeding the medicine, the medicinal juice flowed down from the corner of Shen Liuxiang's mouth. The demon emperor frowned, and the pharmacist was trembling, and the medicine bowl was taken away immediately, "Go away, I'll come."

The pharmacist quickly stepped aside, Zhou Xuanlan pinched Shen Liu's jaw, opened his rosy lips, put the spoon to his mouth, and poured the thick black concoction into it.

But the entrance was less than one third, probably because it was bitter, Shen Liuxiang immediately closed his mouth.

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, stretched out his hand and grabbed his jaw, intending to forcefully pour the medicine down, but his eyes fell on the pale sick face, he hesitated for a moment, and someone brought something.

Shen Liuxiang's long eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.

like sugar man.

He opened his mouth slightly, stuck out his tongue and licked it, confirming it was correct, and just as he was about to continue tasting, a pungent and strong medicinal smell rushed into his mouth and slid into his throat.

Shen Liuxiang choked, and quickly closed his mouth, frowning deeply.

But it didn't take long for Tangren Sweetness to come again, Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips, couldn't help but opened his mouth again, and another spoonful of medicine poured in.

Repeating this, Shen Liuxiang finished drinking a bowl of medicine under the constant seduction of Sugar Man.

His mouth was full of bitter taste, and he was drowsy, completely unaware of what was going on. He only felt that it was difficult to eat some candy. Fortunately, the small piece of candy man finally fell into his mouth, and he did not run away this time.

After the good spirit grass took effect, Shen Liu rang the scalding temperature on his forehead, opened his eyes slightly, and caught the slender figure beside the bed in his swaying vision.

Zhou Xuanlan handed the medicine bowl to the palace servant, and his sleeve was pulled down.

Although the force was extremely light, the jade-white hand was gripping tightly, and the fingertips turned white and did not let go.

"Zhou Xuanlan..." Shen Liuxiang's voice was slightly hoarse.

As if making some kind of confirmation, his eyes covered in mist, stared at him without blinking, and called his name.

All the palace servants who were serving left, Zhou Xuanlan's face was cloudy and uncertain, she leaned over for a moment, and lifted Shen Liuxiang's chin with her long fingers.

He stared at the pair of phoenix eyes and said word by word: "Don't take this seat as your apprentice, otherwise..."

Zhou Xuanlan's fingertips were slightly tight, leaving pink finger marks on his fair jaw: "I can't spare you."

Shen Liuxiang was in pain, sobered up a bit, and frowned and retorted: "You are him."

"no."

"You are."

"…"

Zhou Xuanlan's heart was full of dryness. In his knowledge, he couldn't be that apprentice. Shen Liuxiang was like a shadow, and he never thought that one day he would become someone's substitute.

After Shen Liuxiang identified him over and over again, Zhou Xuanlan's black eyes became dark and dark, looking coldly at the person on the bed, and breaking apart the long fingers that were gripping the sleeves.

Then he held it again, placing Shen Liuxiang's hand on his heart.

"If I were your apprentice and liked you, my heart should be warm,"

Zhou Xuanlan stared at Shen Liuxiang, as if to tear a wound open, drenched in blood, and put it naked in front of Shen Liuxiang.

"But my heart is cold and never warmed."

"Or, what did you do to make it so cold."

Shen Liuxiang's face was bloodless and frighteningly white. His fingertips trembled, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but Zhou Xuanlan pressed it hard against his heart and couldn't move.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at his expression, her thin lips were slightly hooked, and she was very happy.

It's time to figure it out, he thought.

But in the next moment, Zhou Xuanlan was stunned. In his sight, Shen Liuxiang's pair of beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly rolled out of tears, and he was out of control.

Zhou Xuanlan froze all over, and the hand that was attached to his heart slid down.

…Why are you crying.

I slept in the corridor all night without crying, and was forced to stay in the attic during the day without crying. Why did I cry now.

Zhou Xuanlan suddenly panicked, and reached out to touch Shen Liuxiang's cheek. Shen Liuxiang turned sideways, the soft black hair spread out between the pillows, and buried his face in the quilt without saying a word.

Zhou Xuanlan's expression changed slightly, he got on the couch, pulled the person out of the bed, and subconsciously hugged him into his arms.

He grabbed a hand and pressed it to his heart: "touch again, it's hot, it's actually hot."

Shen Liuxiang: "It's cold."

Zhou Xuanlan was in a state of turmoil, unable to make sense of the mess in his mind, and he did not act like himself, and even panicked to explain.

"It's been cold recently, it's freezing, you're warm, just cover this seat and you'll be hot."

When the words fell, I heard the young man in his arms burst into laughter.

Zhou Xuanlan: "…"

Pretend to lie to him.

Zhou Xuanlan's face sank suddenly, and the hand that fell on Shen Liuxiang's waist tightened, exerting some force to make people come closer, and then he pushed out lightly in anger, "Please keep these deceitful tricks away from this seat."

"Can not be done,"

With a hoarse voice, Shen Liusheng wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in the familiar shoulder pocket, "I'm far away, what should you do if your heart is cold again."

Zhou Xuanlan noticed the wetness on his face, and was silent for a moment: "Master...it's hot, don't be afraid."

After Shen Liuxiang fell into a deep sleep, Zhou Xuanlan realized what he had done, and Jun's face was full of irritability.

He should throw people out, he should go to practice, and deal with affairs, not three poles in the sun, and allow people to sleep in his arms.

Zhou Xuanlan's black eyes were full of anger, which became more and more intense as time passed.

At the moment when it was about to explode, one hand reached out to Shen Liuxiang and tucked the quilt fiercely: "Don't move."