MTL - I Really Am a Slag Shou!-Chapter 104 Residue that regent (20)

The war came by unexpectedly and caught everyone off guard, but it was just a short night. The parties that were about to move had gone through another reshuffle. Shen Wumian did not sleep all night. In the early hours of the morning, when the sky was bright, he took With the chill from night, I walked into the palace of the little emperor.

Chi Zhao was thinking about something, and he couldn't sleep soundly. When he heard the sound of slightly heavy footsteps, he opened his eyes almost immediately, his eyes turned quickly, and fell directly on the person coming.

Shen Wumian's footsteps paused for a moment. Immediately, he continued to walk over, still at the same pace and with the same look.

Chi Zhao also sat up. He pressed his lips tightly and looked at Shen Wumian silently.

Today Shen Wumian wore a pure black robe with a bright saber on his body. His momentum was too serious, which made Chi Zhao's mood heavier.

Shen Wumian did not sit directly next to Chi Zhao, as he did before. He stood like this and looked down at the still young emperor.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "The barbarians invaded the border, and I'm going to fight them back."

Instead of proclaiming himself as a humble and alienated "Weichen", he used a more ordinary "I". Chi Zhao was silent for a while, his hands under the quilt, and he nervously grabbed the yellow sheets, "Well. "

The sword has no eyes, and every time he enters the battlefield, it is a gamble of life. When Shen Wumian entered the battlefield for the first time, his father had already died. His mother was a female general who would not allow her to be an eyebrow. She would not cry and say goodbye to her son like other mother-in-law, before leaving, His mother just said to him, don't lose the face of the Shen family, and then turned and left, without even a worried look.

Later, his mother also died, and no one would come to see him on the battlefield. Shen Wumian always felt nothing. Crying and holding hands were not suitable for him. He was born to be a soldier with a knife and an enemy. His life There are only calculations and killings, tenderness and honey, which are strange things that do not belong to his world.

But now, his heart is a bit sour, because he hopes the little emperor can say two more words to him, as long as the little emperor can show even one tenth of perseverance and worry, it is enough to make him strong enough to come back alive. Believe it.

If there was a seemingly insignificant "hmm" that cut off all his hopes, Shen Wumian seemed to be used to such a cold treatment. Whenever this time, he always thought about himself, if the person standing in front of him was Shen Shiliu, can he still be so indifferent?

I was angry when I thought for the first time, sad when I thought for the second time, and numb when I thought for the third time.

One, two, and three disappeared, Shen Wumian felt that he really wanted to grow a hard heart.

Indifferently twitching his lips, Shen Wumian continued, "Before I return ..."

There were many things he wanted to tell. He wanted to let the little emperor take care of himself. He also wanted to let the little emperor not run around and just stay in the palace and wait for him to come back. Numerous utterances circulated in his mouth several times. His pause was so long that Chen Huan raised his head in doubt, Shen Wumian looked at his eyes, and slowly lowered his eyelids.

The action was clearly silent, but Chi Zhao seemed to have heard a very faint sigh.

"Don't be capricious until I come back, remember to take medicine."

Chi Zhao froze slightly.

Of course, this medicine is not to say to drink poison / medicine, but to detoxify and recuperate the body. The old royal doctor carefully adjusted the body of Chi Zhao every year before. The prescription will change from time to time. He has a personality, and is regarded as the most disrespectful person in the whole country. Later, Chi Zhao discovered that he not only did not respect Shen Wumian, but also himself.

...

Each bowl of Lao Yuyi did not add any medicine that neutralized the bitterness. It was extremely difficult to drink each bowl. It was difficult for Chi Zhao to adapt to the current prescription. It is no longer difficult to accept it, and new prescriptions will appear. And a bowl is more bitter than a bowl.

Chi Zhao secretly went to the old imperial doctor and begged him to add some bitter medicinal herbs to the recipe. The old imperial doctor who was writing the prescription for a while paused, raised the eyes of the ancient wells and sent the photo Two words, "No."

Chi Zhao: "..."

On the one side, Shen Wumian sipped his tea calmly, and he couldn't help feeling that the doctor didn't look down on him, but he did so to everyone, and he really had a personality.

...

Unsure of the doctor, Chi Zhao didn't want to drink the bitter medicine. In his eyes, he had to ascend to heaven sooner or later. He didn't need to take care of his body so healthy. So he used various reasons and excuses to avoid the medicine, but the magic One foot tall and one foot tall, Shen Wumian saw the move. For a year, Chi Zhao didn't even hide a bowl of medicine.

Chi Zhao waited for a long time, just wondering what the half sentence behind Shen Wumian was, "Don't think about what shouldn't be thought", or "Be patient and don't make trouble for him"?

I have thought of various kinds of speculations in my heart, but there is no such kind.

Until now, Chi Zhao suddenly realized the fact that the regent seemed to really like him.

Shen Wumian had planned to leave this sentence, and the battle was indeed urgent. He could not delay for a second. He had to rush to the border immediately. Even saying goodbye to the emperor at this time was a waste of time.

However, Chen Yan's gaze fixed on him tightly made him unable to open his legs, and for a moment of silence, Shen Wumian took a step forward and sat down on Chen Yan's bed again.

This position is almost becoming his exclusive seat.

He sat down and Chen Yan's eyes followed him.

"Are you obedient?"

Hearing this question, Chi Zhao retracted the line of sight that had followed Shen Womian. He lowered his eyes and looked at the brocade quilt covering his body.

His voice is very quiet, but he should not be humble: "If you want me to be obedient, you shouldn't let me know too much."

Chi Zhao said that the meaning of this sentence is that Shen Wumian taught him to govern the country and let him govern the country. This is a practice of raising tigers. This is the emperor. Now that he has learned how to be an emperor, it is impossible for him to listen to Shen Wumian again. That's it.

But these sentences were heard in Shen Wumian's ears, and the translation meant something else.

——If I don't know the existence of Shen Shiliu, maybe I will continue to listen to you.

Shen Wumian felt that he should be used to it, but at this time a heart full of sores was still bruised by Chen Ye.

All the internal organs are hurting. If it is the same as before, it's time for Shen Wumian to be angry and hurt, but Shen Wumian just blinked a little, and the expression on his face didn't change much.

He didn't hear this sentence. Looking at the little emperor's drooping head, he stretched out a hand and pulled Chi Zhao firmly towards him for a while. Chi Zhao looked up in shock and Shen Wumian's hand Hooping his arm, the other hand was rubbed heavily on Chi Zhao's lips.

The rough thumbs of Chi Zhao ’s lips were flushed with redness, and they seemed to be dripping brightly. Chi Zhao was painful and wanted to resist, but Shen Wumian's strength was too great, and he couldn't make it.

Watching the little emperor's lips become red, Shen Wumian closed his eyes and closed his eyes.

He did n’t go deep, and did n’t grind. This may not be a kiss, just ordinary contact. Chi Zhao widened his eyes and looked at Shen Wumian ’s handsome face close to himself. His body was a bit stiff and Shen Womian Slightly retracted, the finger that originally crushed the lip was moved down, pinching the tip of his chin, and the other hand that hugged Chi Zhao's arm was moved up slowly, pressing it lightly on his neck bone .

This is the crux of the person. If he wants to twist his wrist slightly, the little emperor will die instantly.

This is a very threatening action, especially a non-heavy pressure like him, it is almost the same effect as saying "I am trying to take your dog's life" directly, Shen Wumian is indifferent. Looking into Chi Zhao's eyes, he thought he would see panic and alert, and he was ready to be struggling violently, but he didn't see anything.

The little emperor just stared at him with a slight complex look on his face. His fingers trembled stiffly, as if he wanted to lift it, but he didn't know why.

Shen Wumian suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, he said quietly, "Your Majesty is more obedient, otherwise, I don't know what I will do."

His tone was light and light, as if he hadn't said anything serious, and changed to someone else, and received such a straightforward threat from the Regent, even if he was not scared, he would faint immediately, at least he would slap his back, after all. Words that threaten life.

But the little emperor in front of him is still the same as before. If we want to say change, it is not as silly as it was just now.

His eyes were to the left, and his left brain was where the memory was stored, which meant what he was remembering, but Shen Wumian, an ancient man, did not know the distinction between left and right brains. He thought that Chen Huan was still avoiding him with silence.

It would be too late if he didn't leave. He never received a promise from Chen Wei. I am afraid that it would be futile to wait any longer. Shen Wumian closed his eyes and swallowed the bitterness and coldness in his heart. He retracted his hands, stood up, and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to take a step, it was as if there was a tiny force behind him that held the corner of his clothing. This strength was nothing compared to Shen Wumian's own strength, but it was just a little bit The almost powerlessness stunted the regent's footsteps.

Shen Wumian stood stiffly. He didn't look back, nor dare to look back.

As for why you do n’t dare, it may be that the hometown is more timid, and you never get it. Once you get it, everyone ’s first reaction is doubt. After all, the most unacceptable thing in the world is nothing but joy. .

Chi Zhao held Shen Wumian's clothing corner, opened his mouth, and opened his mouth again.

In the end, words of a thousand words can only be brought together into four simple words. This is not what he wants to say most, but it is the most needed thing for Shen Wumian at this moment.

"……come back earlier."

Shen Wumian was shocked, and his hands hanging on his sides were clenched. He took a step forward, so Chi Zhao's hand was freed by him. Shen Wumian left quickly, as if he had fled, but Chi Zhao still heard the response that almost melted in the wind.

Leaning on the bedside, wondering what to think, Chi Zhao suddenly laughed.

It's really awkward.

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Tianwen was very panicked and wanted to run when he turned, but before he turned around, the mutation suddenly broke out.

——As soon as the rooster sings the world is white, Mr. Wenwen comes on and slaps the bear! !! !!

The polar bear was sobbed with tears and ran home to sue, and after solving the enemy, Wenwen smiled at the sweet and evil charm still sitting on the ground in a daze, "Little fool."

"That woman doesn't want you, and I don't want that woman anymore. Without us, see how she writes, huh."

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