Shen Jue pressed Wen Yurong's hand when he touched his belt. His breath was a little short, and the color of his always white lips was a little unnaturally bright red at this time, and there was even a suspicious water light on it.
But those eyes were so arrogant, even at this time. He stared at Wen Yurong with an order in his tone, "Stop, Wen Yurong."
Wen Yurong's expression was not much better than Shen Jue's, but when he heard these words, he pursed his lower lip and stopped.
Seeing that Wen Yurong had stopped, Shen Jue glanced at Shizi Road, where no one was there anymore. He was a little tired, so he simply leaned on Wen Yurong completely, regardless of whether the other party was uncomfortable or not, "What strange things did you eat today?"
Wen Yurong lowered her eyes, and wrapped one hand around Shen Jue's waist to prevent him from sliding down, "Just drank tea."
His tone was a little low, at least compared to his previous enthusiasm.
Shen Jue snorted, raised her head, and touched Wen Yurong's face, "Don't eat indiscriminately next time, what will you do if you're alone?"
He said this as if he helped Wen Yurong get rid of it, but in fact he just added another fire to Wen Yurong, knowing that the other party was uncomfortable, so he insisted on leaning into the other party's arms.
Wen Yurong couldn't hear the teasing in Shen Jue's tone, he could only helplessly respond.
Shen Jue looked at Wen Yurong's sweaty head and had to endure it forcibly. She pulled the corner of her lower lip, put her hand around the other person's neck, and lowered her head, "Yu Lang is so good, good boy."
He touched the other's lips lightly.
…
Tong Meng'er's medicine is very measured, it will make people feel infatuated, confused, confused, but it will return to normal after a period of time. It is not the kind of medicine that must be dealt with.
After all, she didn't plan to let Wen Yurong get off the stage outside, she just wanted Shen Yongcheng to see clearly that Wen Yurong was not someone he could pay attention to.
Shen Jue and Wen Yurong stayed in the pavilion for a while before Wen Yurong felt the heat in the lower abdomen went down. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the emperor who was already asleep in his arms, and sighed helplessly.
…
Since that day, Shen Yongcheng's eyes have become more disciplined, and he no longer secretly stares at Wen Yurong, but the young man can't hide his thoughts. When facing Shi Ji, he can't hang his smile and frown.
When Shi Ji saw that Shen Yongcheng's face was even more stinky than his, he felt strange and asked a few words, "What's the matter with the prince unhappy?"
Shen Yongcheng had a crush for the first time, and it didn't take long for him to fall out of love completely, because he actually fell in love with his uncle's lover. He thought that if Wen Yurong was not a man, he might still be able to sit on the throne of the queen, after all, the family background, appearance and talent are there. In this way, does he count as falling in love with his stepmother? At least he fell in love with his aunt.
He couldn't tell anyone, even his mother, about such a young man's mind. If his mother finds out, she will definitely rip him off.
But this kind of thing will be suffocating in the heart.
Shen Yongcheng looked at Shi Ji and felt that the other party was a guy with developed limbs and a simple mind, so after thinking about it, he decided to tell the other party about his distressed thoughts.
"This king likes a person, but that person... that person has someone he likes." Shen Yongcheng looked at the high red palace wall not far away with a gloomy look on his face.
When Shi Ji heard it, he rolled his eyes secretly in disinterest, but said, "Forget it."
"Can not forget."
"Then grab it."
"It can't be robbed." How could he rob the uncle of the emperor
Shi Ji: "..."
Shi Ji said, "Do you want to drink alcohol?"
Shen Yongcheng lived to the age of sixteen, and he didn't drink a drop of alcohol. He was moved by Shi Ji's words. He asked the palace servants to bring wine immediately and drank it with Shi Ji.
You drink it one cup at a time. Shi Ji is used to being in the battlefield. He uses a bowl to drink, but that wine is a strong drink that burns his throat. This kind of small cup of palace wine can't get him drunk at all.
But Shen Yongcheng hadn't had a drink, he was drunk after just a few drinks, and all the words in his heart were poured out.
"Yu Lang... Why does Yu Lang belong to the emperor's uncle? Woohoo, I can't get the emperor's uncle."
Shi Ji was drinking wine as water, but when he heard Shen Yongcheng's words, his eyes widened and he looked forward, "Chu Jun, what did you say? Yulang? Wen Yurong? You talk nonsense, how could he be your majesty? people?"
"Fairy Wood"
Shen Yongcheng raised his head and looked at Shi Ji, his eyes full of sadness, "He is! I saw Yulang kissing his uncle in the back garden, it was a long time, I... I didn't dare to say anything, for fear that they would see to me."
Shi Ji's face sank instantly, and he didn't care about the drunk Shen Yongcheng, got up and walked out directly.
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Now that the weather is getting warmer, Shen Jue is in better spirits and can handle some memorials. Although Tong Menger is reluctant to let Shen Jue be distracted to do these things, Shen Jue does not want to put all the burden on Tong Menger alone.
Shen Jue did not avoid Wen Yurong when dealing with the memorials, and even asked Wen Yurong to help him sort the papers, such as ordinary pleas for security and tax papers from various places, all of which needed to be separated. Therefore, Wen Yurong read each excerpt first, and then Shen Jue read it.
"Your Majesty." A palace servant came in from outside, "Master Shi asks to see you."
Wen Yurong heard Shi Ji coming, and glanced at Shen Jue next to her.
Shen Jue's eyes were on the memorial, and he murmured lightly, "Did he say something?"
"Master Shi didn't say anything, but his expression was a little anxious." The palace servant replied.
Shen Jue thought about it, could it be that something happened to Shen Yongcheng
"Let him in," he said.
Shi Ji soon came in, he strode into the palace and saluted Shen Jue.
"Get up." Shen Jue stopped writing, leaned back, and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, "What's the matter?"
Shi Ji naturally saw Wen Yurong sitting next to Shen Jue, and also saw the memorial opened in Wen Yurong's hand.
What kind of intimacy is this, so that a courtier can read the memorial
When did these two become so close
Shi Ji's eyes were so rude that even Shen Jue, who was already tired, couldn't help but sit up straight and his face sank.
"Master Ji, who taught you to be so ignorant of rules? Shi Haoran taught it? Or did your grandfather teach it?"
This is a very serious word, and I took it directly to the teacher's residence.
But Shi Ji stuck his neck in disobedience, "Does Your Majesty think that Wei Chen doesn't understand the rules? Then why can Lord Wen sit next to His Majesty and read the memorial?"
Wen Yurong didn't seem to have thought that Shi Ji was so courageous, that he dared to talk back to Shen Jue directly, and even took him in the words, his eyes changed, he wanted to imply Shi Ji and asked Shi Ji to kneel down quickly, but Shi Ji was so stunned. Busy arguing with Shen Jue, his big eyes were very round, and he looked like he was not afraid of death.
Seeing this, Shen Jue laughed angrily, grabbed the tea cup on the desk and smashed it at Shi Ji, "Okay, Shi Ji, when will it be your turn to teach me a lesson?"
Shen Jue was not sure about throwing it, and the tea cup fell to the ground before it touched Shi Ji. Shi Ji didn't even look at the tea cup on the ground, "Could it be that Your Majesty was told something elusive by Wei Chen, so you are so angry?"
The author has something to say: Not responsible for the small theater:
Shi Ji: Explain clearly, do you like the vixen next to you? !
Shen Jue:…
Shi Ji (unrelenting): What's so good about fox spirits? Are we cute? what! You touched someone on the bed last time, and you will be responsible if you touch it. You've ripped off all the bear hair.
Shen Jue: Don't talk nonsense.
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