Near the end of the year, the weather is getting colder and colder, and some ice particles have fallen on this day.
When the weather is cold, sleeping on the pedal is not a comfortable thing, after all, the pedal is not as warm as the bed.
Shen Jue stood beside the bed, and after helping Murong Xiu make the bed, he was ready to help Murong Xiu take off his coat. Murong Xiu was taller than Shen Jue, and when he took off his clothes, he had to open his hands. Murong Xiu raised his chin to avoid being swept over by Shen Jue's head.
Once, Murong Xiu was distracted. When Shen Jue's hair swept his chin, he only felt itching. Shen Jue knelt down to accuse the two of them.
Tonight, Murong Xiu looked down at Shen Jue, then looked down at the cold feet, his eyes moved slightly under his long eyelashes, and then he calmly asked, "Is it cold to sleep on the feet?"
Shen Jue folded Murong Xiu's belt on the red lacquer plate and replied in a low voice, "It's not cold."
Murong Xiu coughed, "I feel a little cold at night."
Shen Jue raised her head and glanced at Murong Xiu, "The servant poured two more soups for His Majesty tonight, put it on the soles of your feet, it will be better."
Murong Xiu habitually frowned, pretending to be stupid for the other party, he looked at Shen Jue's face and felt that he was no longer going around in circles, "You sleep with me tonight, in case your foot gets cold, who will take care of you in the future? Zhen?" He saw that Shen Jue was about to open his mouth, and cut off the other party's words in advance, "The others are not as well served by you, alright, you don't need to say any more."
Shen Jue pursed her lower lip in embarrassment, "But is this unreasonable? How can there be a eunuch who is in the same bed with the emperor?"
"Who said no? Emperor Chongwen was born with cold feet, and the eunuch beside him often warmed his feet at night." Murong Xiu raised his chin, "You sleep in tonight."
Shen Jue couldn't compete with Murong Xiu, so he could only obey the order, but Murong Xiu let him sleep inside, which made Shen Jue feel a little strange. However, Murong Xiu thought very simply. The last time he slept with Shen Jue, Shen Jue was so attached to him that he didn't dare to push him, for fear of pushing him awake or pushing him off the bed. He wanted Shen Jue to sleep inside, so he wasn't afraid to push him under the bed.
Murong Xiu was ready to be clinging to him, but Shen Jue was too quiet tonight, let alone clinging to him, he hardly even moved his body. Murong Xiu opened his eyes abruptly and looked at the person beside him unhappily, but Shen Jue slept so sweetly that he didn't know anyone was watching him. I had to say that Murong Xiu's dragon couch was really comfortable to sleep in. Shen Jue was very tired today. Almost fell asleep on the pillow.
It turned out that when he was an immortal, Shen Jue was not used to sleeping with people in the same bed, but after thousands of years of reincarnation, he had already developed the habit of completely ignoring the people next to him.
Of course, Murong Xiu's waiting was destined to be in vain. The last time Shen Jue stuck with him, the reason was that Shen Jue hadn't slept at all. The wound on his body was so painful that he couldn't sleep. Now, why would he still think about getting close to Murong Xiu
Murong Xiu straightened up slightly, because it was cold in winter, Shen Jue hid half of his face under the quilt while sleeping, only showing his eyebrows. Shen Jue's eyebrows are not thick enough on this face, and although the eyelashes are long, they are not dense. Murong Xiu stared at Shen Jue's face, thinking to herself, Shen Jue's hair is not thick, and she doesn't know if it has anything to do with the clean body.
Thinking of this, Murong Xiu slightly lifted the quilt and looked at the lower half of Shen Jue's face.
Shen Jue's chin was bare, and there was no sign of a beard.
Murong Xiu couldn't help rubbing his chin, but in the middle of the night, his beard was already protruding. He looked at Shen Jue's face again, and gently reached out to touch the other's chin, which was as smooth as the cheek.
Murong Xiu was naturally cold, and his icy fingertips pressed against the other's chin, as if he would be warmed by the other's warm face.
It's just that Shen Jue frowned uncomfortably at the ice, and he went deeper and deeper into the quilt, and moved his face, as if he wanted to shake off the cold hand. Murong Xiu was amused by his actions. He was smiling slightly when he heard Shen Jue murmur in a low voice—
"Qingbao, don't make trouble."
Those words were vague, but Murong Xiu could still hear them clearly.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and the hand on Shen Jue's chin was even harder. With this force, Shen Jue was woken up.
Shen Jue seemed to be taken aback, opened her eyes in confusion, and when she saw Murong Xiuwei looking straight at him, she still couldn't react. He rubbed his eyes slowly before calling out to Murong Xiu in a low voice, "Your Majesty?"
Murong Xiu stared at Shen Jue well, his eyes were as cold as winter snow, Shen Jue looked at Murong Xiu's expression, the confusion on his face gradually faded. He immediately got up, knelt directly on the bed, lowered his head, "Your Majesty forgive me."
"Oh? What's your fault?" Murong Xiu chuckled, but his voice was extremely cold. He rarely spoke to Shen Jue like this.
Shen Jue was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know if the servant has offended His Majesty?"
"Yes, do you know what you just did?" Murong Xiu leaned over slightly and approached Shen Jue. Shen Jue was kneeling, and he was half-sitting. As he approached, his cheek was very close to the other's bowed head. Even his breath could blow into the other's face.
Shen Jue wanted to move back because of Murong Xiu's approach, but Murong Xiu reached out and squeezed his chin in advance, preventing him from retreating.
"You just had the audacity to call me by my name. You can call the word Axiu too?" Murong Xiu lied coldly. If Shen Jue hadn't woken up early, he would have believed it.
Shen Jue opened his mouth, pretended to be embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "Minions... Minions..."
Murong Xiu rubbed the other's chin with his fingertips. Seeing that Shen Jue was unable to speak, he lightly pulled the corner of his lower lip, "What about you? You called me by my name, and you said I should punish you?"
After he finished speaking, he stared at the young man's face tightly, seeing that the other party's face was white and red, his eyes were even more aggrieved, he narrowed his eyes, and said: "I want you not to punish you, it is not No, unless..." He deliberately didn't say the second half of the sentence, and when the other party raised his head to look at him, Murong Xiu said slowly, "Unless you help me warm my feet."
Um
Shen Jue thought that Murong Xiuhui put forward other excessive reasons, such as not being able to get too close to Feng Qingbao, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually ask him to warm his feet.
Shen Jue is now Murong Xiu's personal eunuch, and this kind of request actually only needs Murong Xiu to mention a word, and there is no need to involve any punishment.
After hearing what Murong Xiu said, Shen Jue was about to hug Murong Xiu's feet, but Murong Xiu ducked.
"Not now, when I am grading the memorial tomorrow, come over and help me warm my feet."
Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, but could only nod his head.
On the second day, Shen Jue looked at Murong Xiu with a reluctant expression on his face for the first time.
Murong Xiu actually asked him to get under the table and warm his feet with his stomach.
Shen Jue had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he had heard such a request, and such a request was clearly made to Murong Xiu by the regents of previous generations, so why did it fall on his head now
Recalling in previous lives, the regent wanted Murong Xiu to warm his feet, and Murong Xiu hid under the desk with messy clothes.
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Murong Xiu sat on the dragon chair and looked at Shen Jue with a serious face, "You don't want to? Then go get another punishment, I see that you are ambitious now, I'm afraid you don't want to serve in front of the royal family, and now Go and tell Liang Rong, before that, you call Feng Qingbao in." He smiled suddenly, his beautiful eyes were even more curved, "Feng Qingbao is definitely better than you."
The words have become like this, and Shen Jue has no choice but to obey.
He pursed his lips and climbed under the table, then couldn't help but stare at Murong Xiu's feet, then reached out and took off his boots for him.
Shen Jue wanted to just take off his shoes, but Murong Xiu moved his feet and said calmly, "The socks are gone too."
"...Yes." Shen Jue could only take off the snow-white stockings for Murong Xiu again. As the master of Jing, Murong Xiu's feet were very beautiful, so to speak, it was almost impossible to look away, but Shen Jue gave him a disgusting look, and resignedly went to undo the belt on his body.
He loosened his belt, opened his clothes slightly, and put Murong Xiu's feet into his clothes.
Murong's pedicure was cold, and Shen Jue's body trembled slightly when he pressed against his belly. He gritted his teeth and sorted out his clothes, gently hugging each other's feet, keeping him warm in this way.
Murong Xiu felt the warmth under his feet, and couldn't help hooking his lower lip, and it didn't take long before Feng Qingbao's voice sounded outside the hall.
"Your Majesty, the servants are here to deliver dragon bone soup."
Feng Qingbao, who was standing outside the hall, was actually a little puzzled. He didn't need him to deliver soup on weekdays, but today Liang Rong came to him specially, saying that he was lazy all day, so he specially asked him to go to the imperial front to deliver soup. Logically, it was a good thing to send something to the emperor. What a errand, Liang Rong actually told him to do it.
"Come in."
Hearing the voice inside, Feng Qingbao quickly restrained his expression, and carefully carried the soup into the hall.
Feng Qingbao entered the hall and did not dare to look up at will. Since Murong Xiu's disfigurement, his temper has become much weirder. Feng Qingbao is now more and more afraid of Murong Xiu. He was about to put the soup on the table when he heard Murong Xiu say.
"Put it on my right hand."
"Yes." Hearing the order, Feng Qingbao had no choice but to carry the soup and walked to Murong Xiu's right hand. He was about to put down the soup, but his eyes caught a pair of dragon boots on the ground and the exposed corner of his clothes.
The corners of his clothes were exactly the same as those on his body.
There is someone under the table.
Feng Qingbao's heart froze, and he quickly put down the soup, but he saw Murong Xiu's legs move, and the corner of his clothes seemed to move as well.
"What are you looking at?"
Murong Xiu's voice suddenly sounded in Feng Qingbao's ear. He was so frightened that his body trembled, he even forgot his taboos, and looked up at Murong Xiu dumbfoundedly, only to see Murong Xiu smiling at the corners of his lips and looking at him gently.
Obviously the other party's attitude is gentle, like a warm spring breeze, but Feng Qingbao feels cold for no reason.
Sure enough, Murong Xiu's next sentence was—
"Take your dirty eyes and look at what you shouldn't, and I will let Liang Rong dig your tricks."