Kneeling well, he was caught off guard and stared at a chubby person's head, Ji Ting's mind went blank for an instant. In the previous world, it’s not that she didn’t see blood on her hands, it’s just that the ones she killed were all weird monsters. She only thought of it as a large-scale game experience. It’s not like now, when she suddenly looked at a living person dead.
Even so, she was quite courageous, but she just froze on the spot, while the fat girl next to her screamed and passed out, and the rest of the girls who hadn't fainted huddled together tremblingly like frightened quails—
This showed that she, who was face to face with the head, was extraordinarily calm.
"Bring the head here." Shen Tuchuan's impatient voice sounded.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, looking at the head below, he was a little bit hesitant to take it, but fortunately, he didn't say this to her, because a little eunuch immediately rolled over to take the head.
Ji Ting was really relieved that he didn't have to face the head boy anymore, and dared to secretly raise his head to glance at the person above him. When I came in just now, I only had a quick glance, I only saw him wearing a black python robe, but I didn’t see anything else. Looking at his face now, I found that he was thinner than in every previous world, his eyes were black and blue, and his seal was black , the lips are bloodless, and they look short-lived.
... Isn't it short-lived, only two hundred words came out, and the male lead killed him before he lived twenty-five.
But even if he is so haggard and morbid, he still looks better than ordinary people. Just standing there takes away all the attention of people. Ji Ting has never seen the movie adapted from this novel, and he doesn't know which little fresh meat played this role , but I am sure that person is definitely not as good-looking as Shen Tuchuan.
The corners of Ji Ting's lips raised slightly, his eyes were full of admiration for him, and after seeing what he did to the head, his eyes widened instantly, and the original admiration was replaced by shock—
What is he doing? ! If she read it correctly, he took a sword and peeled off the face of the man's head! ! !
Ji Ting, a good and law-abiding young man, was almost terrified by the scene in front of him. Then he watched Shen Tuchuan pick up a blood-stained face with a sword, and laughed mockingly: "These assassins are getting more and more nervous. , I even thought of using a cockroach to pretend to be a minister to assassinate, and I didn't think that Gu could be assassinated so easily."
Ji Ting: "..." So this person is an assassin
"Your Majesty is wise!" The palace servants knelt down and cheered.
Ji Ting immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him again. Although what he peeled off was a mask, the red flesh on it was not a mask, so it was still quite scary.
However, she didn't look at Shen Tuchuan, but Shen Tuchuan wanted to look at her. After all, she was quite conspicuous against a flock of quails. The sword in Shen Tuchuan's hand was still dripping blood, and his attention had already focused on the white and slender figure. His eyes swept back all the way through her hair, and finally stopped on her slender waist that could not be grasped.
"What are these for?" Shen Tuchuan raised his chin, his eyes full of inquiry.
Seeing his question, the eunuch who led Jiting and other people hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty, these are the outstanding ones among this group of beautiful women, and they are specially sent to see Your Majesty."
"Are you going to choose a concubine again?" Shen Tuchuan said impatiently, "Where are those concubines before Gu?"
"...Back to Your Majesty, all the empresses in each palace have died, and now there is not a single empress." When the eunuch answered this sentence, he was about to cry in fright, for fear that his majesty would cut him off with a single nerve.
Shen Tuchuan paused for a moment, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Whoever allowed them to die, they will be so orphaned that they will have to be drafted again, and dig them out and expose their corpses for three days. There will be no peace for them alone, and neither will they!"
Ji Ting: "..." If she was popularized correctly before, those noble concubines should all be killed by him, right
It is estimated that everyone present has the same idea as her, but no one is brave enough to reason with a tyrant with a sword in his hand, so the eunuch went to do it, and the show girl present could not help but feel sad when she heard this order. Fear, and fainted two.
Ji Ting looked sideways at the quails slightly, her eyes were full of worry, now including her, there are only six beautiful girls in total, and three of them have fainted now, she is worried that the tyrant will be furious.
Just when she was worried, a cold sharp point touched her chin, Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and goosebumps arose instantly. She was forced to raise her head stiffly with the cold touch, and she saw clearly the moment she met Shen Tuchuan's eyes, the sword that raised her chin was the one that killed the assassin just now, and it was still stained with the assassin's blood.
Thinking of the round head just now, Ji Ting's whole body went numb, and he just wanted to die on the spot.
"What's your name?" Shen Tuchuan looked down at her eyes.
Ji Ting stabilized his mind and tried to divert his attention away from the sword: "Returning to Your Majesty, the name of the civilian girl is Ji Ting."
"Ji Ting?" Shen Tuchuan raised his eyelids, and the sword in his hand slid down carelessly.
When the tip of the sword went down her throat, Ji Ting felt a tingling sensation as if the skin and flesh had been cut open, and the illusion of being on the verge of death made her back sweat. Fortunately, the sword tip didn't stay in her throat for a long time, and soon it slashed across the chest/chest along the collar, and paused for a long time on the plumpness in front of her.
Wherever the tip of the sword is drawn, Shen Tuchuan's eyes will stop there. At this moment, his eyes are fixed on the position two inches below Ji Ting's neck. Big, do you want to perform physical breast reduction yourself? !
Yes, in just this short moment, Ji Ting has changed him from a sweetheart to a cruel and terrifying big fool without any psychological burden. Anyway, before coming to this world, Shen Tuchuan himself told her to stay away from him, presumably because he knew the virtue of the tyrant in this world, so he warned her in advance.
Shen Tuchuan's eyes stayed on her for a long time before the sword slowly moved down. Before Ji Ting could heave a sigh of relief, it landed on her slender waist. Ji Ting subconsciously inhaled to avoid the appearance of a small belly annoyed him.
"The waist is good." Shen Tuchuan seldom said a word.
Ji Ting laughed dryly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment..."
"It looks very cut." Shen Tuchuan finished speaking.
Ji Ting paused, and a bad idea flashed in her mind: Could it be the 'cut' she thought of
"Do you think Gu's sword can cut you in half?" Shen Tuchuan personally proved that her idea was correct.
Ji Ting: "..." I can't answer your words.
Shen Tuchuan raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were full of evil spirits that made her hair stand on end, and then Ji Ting felt his waist lighten, and his pupils reflected the movement of the sword leaving her waist, raising it high, and swinging towards her again.
Ji Ting only felt that everything around her had turned into slow motion. From the corner of her vision, she could clearly see the frightened expressions of the quails next to her, and she could also see the helplessness and fear on the faces of the eunuchs who wanted to wipe the floor again. The clearest thing was Shen Tuchuan's rather firm hand slashing at him.
... Fuck, he is serious! He really wanted to see if he could cut her in two with one knife!
Ji Ting thought that she might die during the mission, but she never thought that she would be cut in half. She gritted her teeth and rushed towards Shen Tuchuan. While dodging his sword, she fell down because of inertia. In Shen Tuchuan's arms, he hugged him subconsciously with both hands.
Then the time around suddenly seemed to flow normally, and there was a dead silence above the hall. After seeing this scene, many people hurriedly knelt on the ground tremblingly, for fear that they would be splashed with blood when Shen Tuchuan killed someone later.
After being silent for a long time, Ji Ting carefully raised his face buried in his waist, carefully opened a slit to see his expression, but unexpectedly met a pair of dark eyes.
She was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew from Shen Tuchuan's arms, and then stopped after taking a few steps on the ground with her knees. Under Shen Tuchuan's viper-like gaze, she said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is as powerful as a dragon and a tiger. If it is easily cut in half, His Majesty does not need to personally verify this matter, otherwise it will be as if the daughter of the people does not believe His Majesty."
All the palace people: "..." Your Majesty still has the courage to argue just after the pounce, he is really different from ordinary people.
Ji Ting clearly felt that he might already be a dead person in the eyes of others, so the pressure was even greater for no reason. Looking at Shen Tuchuan again, he was still staring at her blankly at this moment, but he didn't seem to be angry.
Ji Ting's heart moved, and he walked towards him on his knees again, carefully pinching the sword from his hand: "Your Majesty, this sword is already dirty, please don't dirty your hands." The meaning in the words is Take the sword away.
Shen Tuchuan squinted his eyes and looked at her carefully, and he didn't let go of his hand until her temples started to sweat. Ji Ting felt the fingers holding the sword sink, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief, then his brain twitched, and he threw the sword away without thinking.
All the palace people: "..." Save your life and eat a few more bowls of rice, isn't it delicious
Ji Ting also reacted instinctively, and when the clear sound of the sword falling to the ground, she realized how stupid she had done, and could only smile dryly at Shen Tuchuan: "That sword smells too bloody, don't smoke Your Majesty gone."
Shen Tuchuan raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at the assassin beside him with his head separated.
Ji Ting: "..."
Shen Tuchuan turned his head to look at her again, and after seeing her write the words "I'm going to die, I'm going to die" on her face, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes: "You smell good."
Ji Ting, who was powdered: "..."
"The clothes you wear today also suit you."
Thinking of a certain concubine in white clothes stained red with blood, Ji Ting: "..."
"If it is pasted with white clay and fired into porcelain, it will definitely preserve its beauty for a long time." After Shen Tuchuan finished speaking lazily, he saw Ji Ting's dull face, but there was no fear in his eyes that penetrated into the marrow like others, Can't help but smile softly.
Ji Ting swallowed her saliva, and said bravely: "Firing porcelain is so boring, if you save the lives of the folk girls, the folk girls are not only beautiful, but also can talk to your majesty to relieve boredom."
"What you said..." Shen Tuchuan pondered for three seconds, then nodded, "There is some truth to it."
Ji Tingxuan's heart just let go, when Shen Tuchuan said: "I don't need anyone to relieve my boredom."
"...It is still necessary. If His Majesty wants to hear a joke, someone has to tell you otherwise."
Shen Tuchuan looked at her face and sneered, then turned and walked towards the throne. Those who can stay by Shen Tuchuan's side for more than a month and are still alive are all quick-witted people. Seeing that Shen Tuchuan had no intention of killing Ji Ting, a little eunuch immediately came out and changed the subject: "Your Majesty, then these beautiful girls..."
"It's just as good as before." After Shen Tuchuan sat down, a tired look appeared on his face.
The little eunuch hurriedly responded, then bowed his body and called a few people, and picked up these fainting beautiful girls and walked out. There were still people who came to help Ji Ting, but Ji Ting stood up first, trying to shrink himself into a ball and follow behind the crowd, but he still became the most conspicuous one without paying attention.
"Stop." Shen Tuchuan's voice came from behind.
The people who were going out froze in an instant, hunched over and turned their heads, and Ji Ting, who was originally at the back, became the first in an instant.
"Ji Ting, isn't it?" Shen Tuchuan looked at her unpredictablely, his gaze like a poisonous snake only made Ji Ting feel clammy and cold, once again he clearly recognized that this time the male supporting role was different from the previous ones.
Just when she tensed up, thinking that he was going to do something to her, she heard him say lazily: "Wait for Gu."
What do you mean? Is this going to fight her? Ji Ting's scalp tingled immediately, but of course she didn't dare to ask. Hearing this, she immediately slipped away with the large army, walked all the way to the imperial garden, and then stopped to rest weakly.
When she stopped, everyone stopped, like sunflowers at the moment when the sun rose, turning their heads to look at her in unison.
Ji Ting: "...I just take a break, you go slowly, I will catch up with you." Aren't they walking ahead of her? How did she notice it as soon as she stopped
"Your Majesty, there is a gazebo not far in front, why don't I carry you there?" an older eunuch said courteously.
Ji Ting hurriedly waved his hands: "No need, I'll just rest here."
"Is there a place to sit here? My sister, you must not be able to rest here. You should go to the gazebo. If you don't want to be carried by them, I can do it too. I have great strength." The fat girl who had recovered quickly walked towards her Come, I'm about to carry her on my back.
Ji Ting stepped back again and again: "No, no need! Let's go back as soon as possible."
"The empresses of the palaces may be tired too, let's go to the gazebo to rest together." The eunuch said again.
Before he finished speaking, the girls nodded their heads like pounding garlic, looking at Ji Ting with awe, admiration, and even a hint of fear in their eyes.
Ji Ting hesitated for a moment, but compromised in the face of everyone's abnormal hospitality, so the group went to rest in the gazebo. As soon as she sat on the stone bench, a younger girl let out a long sigh of relief, then realized something, immediately shut up and looked at Ji Ting nervously.
Ji Ting couldn't help but chatted with them calmly, and with a few words, they let go of their wariness, and became the same as when they were in the carriage again. They even had a revolutionary friendship after sharing weal and woe.
"I really thought you were going to die just now, but I didn't expect you to be alive. I was really scared to death." The fat girl said with lingering fear, not as flattering Ji as before.
Ji Ting was quite helpless: "I also thought I was going to die." She even secretly summoned the reader's resentment just now when Shen Tuchuan was about to kill herself, but she got a reader who didn't have enough resentment to easily transfer her out of the mission world. As a result, that is to say, there are only two possibilities to leave here, she experiences a death or the mission succeeds.
"Anyway, we survived today safely. No matter what happens in the future, we will at least have a few more days to live." The fat girl became optimistic again as she spoke.
The other girls also talked to each other, nothing more than that before the fifteenth of this month, they don't have to worry about their own lives. The more Ji Ting listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help interrupting them: "Listen to you, doesn't His Majesty invite people to sleep?"
Otherwise, how can you be so sure that you will never die before the next greeting
The fat girl is no stranger to her ignorance, and she just answered carefully after hearing the words: "Your Majesty usually annoys women the most. Maid, as long as she serves in a palace far away from His Majesty, she can protect herself."
... So that's the case, no wonder she doesn't feel pity at all, the co-author is a misogynist, Ji Ting's expression is a bit horrible.
Several people talked a few more words together, and after resting enough, they each followed the eunuch guiding them to their own palaces. Ji Ting followed the eunuch with the oldest qualifications just now, and she heard countless flattery along the way, she could only hold on to the flattery until she entered the gate of her Fengqi Palace.
As soon as she entered, dozens of maids and eunuchs saluted her. After she taught them according to the etiquette, she walked around the palace with the maid Tweet, and the results became more and more satisfactory.
"Your Majesty drinks carefully. The imperial dining room devotes itself to researching the dishes every day, so I don't care about the empresses in the palaces. But don't worry, the imperial concubine. The small kitchen in our palace is the best. The empress will definitely use it. Feel at ease." Tweety said courteously.
Ji Ting nodded, and took Tweety to patrol the palace together. After they all went around and learned about the affairs in the palace, half an hour had passed. When they arrived at his bedroom, their feet were sore. I saw a rather large carved wooden bed, and a large cotton quilt that was obviously soft at first glance.
Ji Ting controlled the thought of rushing forward, glanced at Tweety'er before opening her mouth, Tweety'er saluted cleverly: "Your Majesty must be tired from the exhaustion of the boat and the car, so this servant will ask someone to bring the water that has been prepared earlier. Send it here, and your ladyship will rest after taking a bath."
"...Okay." She was more thoughtful than she thought, so she just had to wait.
After Tweety turned and left, she brought someone in quickly, and filled the pool behind the screen with water at a suitable temperature. For a while, steaming white smoke overflowed from the screen.
After the water was poured, Cui'er walked to Ji Ting's side: "Your Majesty, I will wait for you to take a bath."
"...you guys go down, I don't like being served by others."
"Yes." Tweety didn't insist, and immediately led the people away, and closed the door from the outside quite considerately.
Ji Ting immediately got up and went behind the screen, and after soaking in the hot water full of petals, he immediately took a long breath, and his mind became clearer.
The task of this world is to give the tyrant a good death and satisfy the readers' resentment mentality of 'the villain is too handsome but died', but after today's short meeting, she clearly believes that this task is impossible to complete!
Even if she loves Shen Tuchuan so much, after being with this tyrant for a few quarters of an hour, she has the urge to assassinate him, let alone other people who have suffered from it. The most she can do is to yell "there is an assassin" when the hero assassinates him, and she really can't do anything else.
Ji Ting sighed softly, unknowingly felt drowsy, and fell asleep lying on the edge of the pool. I don't know how long it took, the water in the pool gradually cooled down, she frowned and shrank her body together, but she still didn't wake up, until a hand pushed her hand down by the pool, and she was instantly caught without support. When the water reached her mouth and nose, she suddenly opened her eyes and struggled in the water.
She lost her balance in the water, and the more flustered she was, the more she couldn't stand up. When she choked on the water, she saw a black figure by the pool, and hurriedly stretched out her hand towards him.
Shen Tuchuan leisurely took his hands back after doing the bad thing, looked at her still thumping in the water, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "You can act." How could the water not reach the waist to submerge people.
Ji Ting's ears were full of water, so he couldn't hear his voice clearly. Seeing him standing on the sidelines, he gritted his teeth and grabbed his feet, and directly leaned down to his feet with his strength, and spit out a big mouthful of water. on Shen Tuchuan's feet.
Shen Tuchuan's eyes narrowed instantly, but his eyes fell on her smooth back, and then from the waist, the position was firmly blocked by the petals.
Before Ji Ting finished coughing, he felt a scorching gaze on his back. No matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't help cursing secretly, and then he slid into the water silently, completely hiding his body under the petals, only to be innocent. He looked at him eagerly: "Why is Your Majesty here when you are free?" Didn't it mean that tyrants never set foot in the harem? Why did I see you again just after saying goodbye
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her, then at his feet, and then at her again. Ji Ting had a stiff smile on the corner of his mouth, and refused to follow his gaze.
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment: "You wet my lonely feet."
... So what, you're drowning me, what if I wet your shoes? ! Don't be too double-standard in life.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Shen Tuchuan managed to force himself up: "Why don't you spare your life and just cut off your feet?"
… not so much, but I dare not speak directly. Ji Ting shrank a little into the water with a dry smile, and forcibly changed the subject: "Isn't Your Majesty tired? Why did you come to Minnv all of a sudden?"
"You are an lonely woman now, you should call yourself a concubine." Shen Tuchuan reminded, looking very much like a normal person.
Ji Ting didn't dare to relax a bit: "The concubine knows."
"Didn't Gu Fang just say that I want you to wait," Shen Tuchuan glanced at her after speaking, only feeling that the pool of petals was a bit of an eyesore, "Come out."
"What, what?" Ji Ting was confused.
Shen Tuchuan's eyes showed a hint of impatience: "Gu told you to come out."
Ji Ting shrank his shoulders, glanced at the clothes on the screen behind Shen Tuchuan, and bravely said: "Can your majesty help me get the clothes?"
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, and looked at her with a strange expression: "Are you ordering Gu?"
"No, no, I don't dare, I just ask Your Majesty for a favor," Ji Ting said with a dry smile, "Bi, after all, Your Majesty is the man of the Concubine, and the Concubine can only rely on His Majesty."
He is her man... This kind of words are new, Shen Tuchuan has never said this to him from any woman before, looking at her slightly flushed face, those bright eyes with hidden autumn water, suddenly find it quite interesting , so he handed the clothes to her. When he realized what he had done, Ji Ting had already put on a thin shirt.
Her body was still wet, and most of her clothes were also soaked. They were tightly attached to her body, revealing her exquisite curves. Perhaps because of nervousness, she frowned slightly, her red lips parted unconsciously, and her pair of beautiful eyes stared at him tightly, like a rabbit stretched to the extreme.
But this face, after all, should be a fox.
"Your Majesty?" Ji heard that he was still silent, so he couldn't help calling him.
Shen Tuchuan stared at her lazily: "Why?"
Ji Ting: "..." This is the question she should ask, a big man is also misogynistic, why is he standing in front of her bathing pool
Seeing her speechless eyes, Shen Tuchuan couldn't help being in a good mood, turned around and went out around the screen. Ji Ting heaved a sigh of relief, and after staying for a while, she went out barefoot. As soon as she walked around the screen, she saw someone who she thought had already left, sitting on the cotton quilt she had been looking forward to for a long time.
Ji Ting: "..."
"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you come here soon, I'm sure I won't cut off your foot?" Shen Tuchuan looked at her coldly, and then reminded him that he hadn't forgotten to take revenge.
Ji Ting paused, his eyes fell on his feet, only to find that he was still wearing wet shoes... wouldn't this tyrant take them off by himself? Are you a fool
She sighed helplessly, and walked towards him in small steps, stepping on the clean carpet with her thin white feet, which was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye. Before Ji Ting begged for mercy, Shen Tuchuan didn't want to kill him.
"Your Majesty, you are really, you have already sat down by the bed, why don't you take off your shoes, be careful that your feet will get sick." Ji heard him squatting down at his feet, and while talking to him in a warm voice, he stretched out his hand and raised his hand. His feet, gently helping him take off his shoes.
If it comes, it will be safe, even if the chance of success in the mission is very slim, you can still live for a while, otherwise, with the character of a tyrant, you will be cut in half and feet, I am afraid that before the male lead comes to assassinate, she will have already started. There is no place to die.
... So the top priority is not the task, but to please the tyrant so that I can live through three episodes safely.
Shen Tuchuan looked at her with his eyelids lifted, his eyes full of inquiry. Although there are many people who please him, it is not easy to see this kind of flattery without a trace of fear. At least in the past twenty-five years of life, no court lady or eunuch can do it like her. Serving him calmly, this is really amazing—
It makes people want to use some punishment on her to see where her bottom line is.
Ji Ting only felt a chill on his back, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Shen Tuchuan: "Your Majesty?"
"It's nothing." Shen Tuchuan casually stretched out a hand and pressed it on her head. Although it is bound to be fun to play, I am not afraid that there is only one person for him. If the game is broken, I don’t know how long it will take to meet the next one. Let her live a few more days first, and wait until one day she gets bored.
Ji Ting, who didn't know that he was jumping back and forth on the verge of death: "..." Did he use his own head as a crutch
The corner of her mouth twitched, she lowered her head and continued to help him take off his shoes and socks. When the socks were taken off, she pursed her lips after seeing his feet. Although these feet are fair, it can be seen that they are pampered, but they are too thin, just like the tyrant himself, always feeling like he is about to run out of fuel.
She frowned and held his feet, and her hands felt cold in an instant. Ji Ting's distress for Shen Tuchuan was suddenly greater than her avoidance of the tyrant. She held his feet and put them on her lower abdomen to cover them.
There was a soft warmth under the feet, and the feet that were already numb from the cold seemed to be conscious. Shen Tuchuan's expression moved slightly: "What are you doing?"
"... Your Majesty's feet are so cold, it must be very uncomfortable. It's all the fault of the concubine, and the concubine shouldn't have wet your majesty's shoes and socks." Ji Ting said with a guilty face, but in fact he knew better than anyone else, That little amount of water didn't make his feet so cold. It was probably because of his poor health that his limbs were cold. What she said was just to save him some face.
And Shen Tuchuan was rather embarrassing: "Yes, if it weren't for you, Gu wouldn't have cold feet, so Gu cut off your feet, are you convinced?"
... I will obey you, my lord. Ji Ting's feet became numb from squatting, so he hugged his feet and sat directly on the bed. Shen Tuchuan passively changed from sitting to lying down, but because his feet were warm and comfortable at the moment, his calves and ankles were no longer swollen and painful, so he didn't know her as well.
Ji Ting hugged his feet quietly, looked at the tired look gradually emerging in his eyes, and couldn't help but whispered: "If your majesty is sleepy, please sleep for a while."
Shen Tuchuan squinted his eyes to look at her, and said coldly for a while, "I'm not sleepy." Even on the bed he was most used to, he didn't know how long he hadn't slept well, let alone set foot on this bed once. In my palace, this strange bed.
If it wasn't for his feet getting wet just now, he wouldn't even be able to sit here.
Ji Ting smiled, and took off his shoes and socks, sat at his feet and covered him with the quilt, and covered his legs and feet by the way, while she continued to hug his feet and lean against the end of the bed: "Your Majesty, cover it even if you're not sleepy. It's a bit cold here, be careful not to get sick."
Shen Tuchuan snorted lightly: "I'm afraid it's not because you feel cold, so why don't you find an excuse to cover yourself?"
Ji Ting's smile remained unchanged: "It's because my concubine is cold, that's why I'm worried that Your Majesty will be cold too." He was wearing layer after layer, but she only had a single shirt on her body, and a pair of cold feet in her arms , constantly releasing chills to her, how could she not be cold.
Shen Tuchuan was no stranger to her frankness, and now that he was getting more lazy, he just ignored her and closed his eyes to squint for a while.
Ji Ting stared at his face for a long time, the frown that was originally tightly frowned gradually eased. I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that as long as she finds it right, the tyrant's hair is actually easy to smooth.
Thinking of this, she yawned, and before she knew it, it was already dark, and it was a good time to sleep, not to mention hugging such a thick quilt, she couldn't help but relax...
Shen Tuchuan, who originally planned to squint for a while, squinted for more than two hours. When he woke up faintly, the candles had already been lit in the bedroom, and there was a light crackling sound at this moment, and his feet were warm and warm, and he moved slightly It's still soft to the touch. Shen Tuchuan looked deeply at the sleeping woman at his feet, and narrowed his eyes for a long time.
…
When Ji Ting was kicked out of the bed, he was in a daze. He sat on the ground for a long time and didn't recover. Looking at the man on the bed, he smiled maliciously at this moment: "I told you to warm Gu's feet, who would agree?" Did you sleep?"
Ji Ting: "..."
She was in a trance for a while, and then remembered the world she was in now, and the male partner she wanted to help was the tyrant—yes, the bastard tyrant who behaved badly and didn't know what to do on the bed.
She looked at him with a wooden face, remembering that she was either in fear all day, or on the road in fear. At this moment, she was kicked up due to lack of sleep. If there was no carpet on the floor, she might have a bleeding head right now. Looking at the supporting actor again, his expression was arrogant and he didn't panic at all, completely unaware of how much he had done.
... It is simply tolerable or unbearable.
Shen Tuchuan looked at the suppressed anger in her eyes, and finally had a little surprise: "Are you losing your temper with Gu?"
Ji Ting sneered when he saw the beating Hunjun, got up from the ground with a dark face, climbed onto the bed without saying a word, rolled over him, and lay down directly on the inside to cover the quilt in one go.
Shen Tuchuan narrowed his eyes: "Ji Ting, do you really think you're dying?" He dared to ignore his words and lay down next to him without his permission. He really couldn't see this woman at all. Survival.
Ji Ting's answer to him was to press him on the bed, then hugged him like an octopus, buried his face in his arms, and reprimanded him: "Shut up! Sleep!"
Shen Tuchuan: "..."
After the weird silence, Shen Tuchuan said with a strange expression: "I can't sleep alone."
"Close your eyes and fall asleep without thinking about anything!" Ji Ting's tone was not good, and she was broken anyway, so I can wait until tomorrow to talk about anything, she just wants to sleep now.
Shen Tuchuan was silent again, and after a long time said quietly: "When I can't sleep alone, I like to kill people to vent my anger."
Ji Ting opened his eyes, and silently retracted the hands and feet that were on him.
"It's best to be a woman, who has soaked in the petal bath, and the blood is fragrant."
"...Your Majesty, the concubine can't sleep anymore, how about chatting with Your Majesty?" Ji Ting had a gentle face.
Shen Tuchuan looked sideways at her, and smiled for a while: "Okay."
Then there was silence, Ji Ting had no choice but to work hard: "What do you want to talk about, Your Majesty?"
"I don't want to talk, so you can say whatever you want." Shen Tuchuan closed his eyes lazily. He was not in good spirits all the time, but he couldn't fall asleep, so every time he fell asleep, he just let his eyes rest.
Ji Ting gritted his teeth and smiled, trying to pick up the topic: "Then why can't His Majesty fall asleep?"
"If I knew it, why would I..." Shen Tuchuan suddenly opened his eyes halfway through his words, and looked at Ji Ting thoughtfully. Speaking of which, this is the first time he has slept for so long in recent years. How can he be blessed to sleep for two hours once in the past? Could it be because of...
…
Half an hour later, Ji Ting saw that there was supposed to be a big bed in her dormitory, but there was nothing there, even her favorite big quilt was taken away by the whole bed, and then she remembered what Shen Tuchuan said before leaving The phrase "Gu sleeps well on this bed, if the bed is moved to Gu's bedroom, Gu may sleep better", she finally gritted her teeth and said—
"This bastard!"
The author has something to say: Tyrant Chuan: Come to think of it, you thought I fell in love with your person, but actually it was your bed
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