Jinchun pursed his lips tightly. At noon today, he vaguely heard Zhizhou entertaining the prince, but he didn't hear the details clearly.

Could it be... that kind of place?

"Wanxianlou." Qi Hanchuan didn't hide anything.

Wanxianlou?Naturally, have heard of its signboard this spring, Wanxianlou is a serious restaurant, but apart from the smell of alcohol, the prince also has a vague fragrance of makeup and powder.

Others might ignore it, but growing up in the Nanfeng Pavilion this spring, I am very familiar with this aura, and I will never admit it.

At the thought of someone touching the prince, his heart twitched slightly, as if being clenched and contracted by a big palm, and he choked for breath.

Qi Hanchuan went to get the handkerchief, and when he turned around, he saw the young man drooping his red eyes, his emotions were obscure, and the bright red flowers drawn at the end of his eyes seemed to have lost their brilliance, half-closed in displeasure.

The wet and smooth black hair was shaped like satin, wrapped and lightly wiped by the pure pigment handkerchief embroidered with the Qing Palace logo on the lower right corner.

Qi Hanchuan slowly helped the young man wipe his hair, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jinchun was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses and anxiously wanted to stop Qi Hanchuan's actions: "How can the lord..."

Qi Hanchuan pressed his limp and weak hand, put it into the quilt, continued to wipe it slowly, and asked again: "What were you thinking just now?" He looked extremely sad and pitiful.

Wenfa's kind of intimacy usually only happens between loving married couples.

The prince's movements are still so careful and focused. This spring, his cheeks felt hot. Seeing the prince's beautiful and slender hands holding a handkerchief and gently stroking his hair, the moonlight melted, and his hands seemed to be shining. He was fascinated by it, couldn't help confiding in his heart: "The prince smells like powder on his body."

Qi Hanchuan paused.

After finishing speaking this spring, he regretted it. How could he have the right to ask the lord? He pinched himself annoyedly, and peeked anxiously at the man beside him.

"Yeah." Qi Hanchuan didn't deny it, touched the young man's eyes wide open suddenly, and he was about to cry, and he brushed the flowers painted with a vermilion brush on the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and explained softly: "Yang Zhizhou called someone to serve, I drinkAfter drinking a glass of wine, let them go to Yang Zhizhou, without touching a finger of them."

After only eating a few mouthfuls of food, hurried back.

Fortunately, came back in time and didn't make the tortured people wait longer.

Listening to the explanation this spring, my tense heart relaxed, and the ensuing deep shame and secret joy turned into a mess.

Qi Hanchuan looked at his improved expression, and promised: "Tomorrow, I will give you a satisfactory explanation for what happened tonight."

Chiyang Wei would definitely not make his own claims, and the only one in the mansion who had this right was the housekeeper that Yang Zhizhou gave him along with the courtyard.

Looking at the young man with red and swollen eyes and deep scars on his wrists, Qi Hanchuan lowered his eyelids to hide the coldness emerging from his eyes.

This spring opened his mouth, originally wanting to calm things down and avoid causing trouble for the prince, but thinking of the humiliation of being manipulated like a puppet, he closed it again, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, prince."

After wiping off the gray silk, he reckoned that the quilt wrapped in this spring could no longer be covered, so Qi Hanchuan changed another dry quilt for this spring, put down the bed curtains, and said in a low voice, "I was shocked today, so go to bed earlier."

A white hand stretched out from inside the bed curtain, pulled his hand, and quickly retracted it as if it had been electrocuted, and there was a nana voice: "My lord, this is your bedroom, I'll go back to Nanyuan."

"You have trouble moving." Just standing up and shaking your legs, how can you walk?What's more...Qi Hanchuan doesn't want anyone to see this spring.He pondered for a while, then deliberately said: "I really want to go back to Nanyuan, I can carry you back."

Thinking of the hot palm that just clasped his waist this spring, his body trembled.

He curled his fingers, stuttered, shook his head in a panic and said, "No, no need."

A smile flashed across Qi Hanchuan's eyes, and he heard the young man in the bed curtain ask him where to sleep in a low voice.

Qi Hanchuan said: "Sleep with peace of mind, there are many courtyards in the mansion, so it won't make people have nowhere to go."

Jinchun knew that the prince was joking, but she was still extremely ashamed and guilty.

He, he not only blasphemed the prince, but also troubled the prince to serve him, and now he even occupied the prince's bed.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Jinchun slowly lay down, but only dared to curl up next to the edge, and did not dare to lean in the middle at all.

He closed his eyes, thoughts were messy in his mind, all about the owner of this bed, and those slender and strong palms, the palms were covered with calluses unique to martial arts practitioners, a little rough...

This spring's eyelashes fluttered, and his breath trembled uncontrollably. don't know if it was the aftereffect of the medicine, or something else. The place touched by Qi Hanchuan was amazingly hot, and he couldn't help but tighten the quilt on his body.

The prince is the bright moon in the sky, what virtue can he...

This spring reminded himself all the time that the prince is someone he can't imagine, but his body is getting more and more uncomfortable.

Just, just a moment.

This spring sneakily lifted the bed curtain and looked to confirm that no one was there, secretly hugged the quilt and took a greedy breath,

This is a new quilt.

He was a little disappointed.

Qi Hanchuan went out from the main courtyard, ordered Shisan to bring the housekeeper, and called Yang Zhizhou on Shisan, went to the main hall where the guests were treated, sat down at the head, took a sip of tea, and moistened his dry throat.

Before the cup of tea was finished, the butler was roughly pulled by the collar by Thirteen and thrown on the ground.

"My lord, it was indeed the housekeeper who did what you did this spring." Thirteenhui reported.

"En." Qi Hanchuan glanced at the butler who was kneeling on the ground trembling and dared not speak out. Thirteen kicked him, and the butler trembled.It was Master Zhizhou who gave orders, but this slave is only following orders."

Qi Hanchuan's tea cover brushed off the tea leaves, and said calmly: "You are working in this king's mansion, but you listen to Yang Zhizhou's orders. Is your master this king or Zhizhou?"

The butler had a flattering expression, and begged: "I know I was wrong, my master is the lord, there will be no next time, lord, please forgive me."

"Procrastinate." Qi Hanchuan glanced at him, did not see the slightest sign of repentance from the housekeeper's eyes, put down the teacup heavily, and said coldly: "The housekeeper will be killed, and the rest of the participants, twenty boards, will all be expelled from the mansion.”

The housekeeper raised his head in disbelief. He saw that the prince's temper was obviously good these days, so he dared to do that with confidence. How did he know that he would be punished so severely?

"My lord, spare me!" The butler's still calm expression burst into tears for a moment, but was gagged by the guards behind him and dragged him down.

Yang Zhizhou happened to see this scene when he came in a hurry, sweated instantly, and knelt down with a plop: "My lord."

Qi Hanchuan didn't let him get up. He stood up and walked in front of Yang Zhizhou, condescendingly looking down at Yang Zhizhou who was trembling., meddling in the affairs of this prince's palace!"

Yang Zhizhou was already sweating profusely from the muffled screams outside, and he was almost scared out of his wits when he heard the words.

Kneeling on the ground, he could only see a pair of black and gold soap boots in his sight. He grabbed the pair of soap boots like life-saving straws, and cried, "My lord, this minister is guilty. This minister did something bad with good intentions. I only talk to the housekeeper."I mentioned that the prince wanted to like that young master, but I don’t know what kind of temperament that young master is, whether he can serve the prince well, but I didn’t expect the steward to hear him wrong, he is the one who made the decision, not the subordinates.”

"Zhizhou is worthy of being an old man in the officialdom." Qi Hanchuan shook off his hand, with a half-smile, the smile didn't reach his eyes: "This king hasn't said anything yet, you should know what the butler has done first."

Yang Zhizhou froze, the regent was a beautiful woman, but he acted swiftly and resolutely. Rumors of iron-blooded wrists passed by, and he knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, forgive me."

Qi Hanchuan turned around, and the corner of his robe drew a sharp arc from the air. He sat back to his original position and said calmly: "It is not easy for Yang Zhizhou to climb to this position, and this king will not make things difficult for you. Since you want to forgive your sins, you have to take out your sins."Come with sincerity, and make amends to the sufferer."

"What does the lord mean?" Yang Zhizhou asked hesitantly, "Shall I go and apologize to that young master?"

Qi Hanchuan vetoed it, and this spring thought he was humble, so asking Zhizhou to apologize to him would probably scare him.

He ordered a few words.

Yang Zhizhou was stunned after hearing this, subconsciously raised his head to look at Qi Hanchuan, met that indifferent gaze, shivered, nodded quickly and said: "I know, thank you, my lord."

...

After killing chickens and monkeys to clean up everyone, Qi Hanchuan stepped back and quietly entered the dormitory.

Gently lifted the bed curtains, and saw the young man curled up sleeping on the edge, and Yu Hen's hand clutching the clothes at the heart, his brows were tightly furrowed, showing a bit of pain and sadness, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, as ifIt looks like being haunted.

Qi Hanchuan's lips were drawn straight, and he took off the black veil that covered half of his face, wiped away the tears, gently removed Jin Chun's hand clutching his heart, and covered him with a quilt.

Worried about what might happen this spring evening, Qi Hanchuan didn't leave, and scanned the room. He wanted to go to the imperial concubine's couch by the window to rest, but just as he sat down, he suddenly heard a vague voice behind him: "Yes, my lord?"

All the coldness faded from Qi Hanchuan's stern eyebrows, his expression softened slightly, and he replied softly: "En."

"My lord..." Jinchun looked at the blurred figure on the imperial concubine's bed through the bed curtain, the throbbing pain in his heart had not completely dissipated, and his mind was still in a trance.

He seems to have had a dream, dreaming that everything around the prince is his fantasy. In the dream, he was still being enslaved in the Nanfeng Pavilion.His lord is completely different, looking at him as humble and lowly, his eyes are like ants, and he dismisses him.

It seems that it was not a dream, but now it is a dream.

He suddenly wanted to touch the prince.

Qi Hanchuan watched the people in the tent sit up, and also stood up, and was about to ask what's the matter, when Jin Chun stumbled out of bed, opened the curtain, and rushed towards him.

Qi Hanchuan caught the fallen man, hugged the young man's waist, followed the momentum and sat back on the imperial concubine couch, looked down at the motionless man who flung himself into his arms, and asked, "What's wrong?"

There was no answer, but the young man who straddled his lap was buried in the hollow of his shoulder, his whole body was pressed against him, and he rubbed against him affectionately.

Qi Hanchuan waited for a while, and the breathing of the person in his arms was getting hotter and hotter. They hugged and rubbed back and forth in his arms, and even let out a little humming sound similar to satisfaction.

Could it be that the effect of the medicine has not expired?

Qi Hanchuan hesitated for a moment, shackled Jinchun's hand, slightly pushed Jinchun away, and saw the blurred eyes of the man's eyes slowly converge. After seeing the two people's postures clearly, he froze for a moment, his face was pale and red, and he was extremely frightened, almost jumped up: "My lord!"

Qi Hanchuan raised his hands to show his innocence.

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