Become A Villain And Swing Your Sword At The Scumbag!

After staying awake for several nights, Shen Shenyan finally fell asleep tonight.

He felt that he had had a long, long dream.

I dreamed of many people who had been killed by my sword over the years.

Later, those faces all turned into Lu Chengting.

He was so frightened that he wanted to open his eyes, but fell into the next dream.

His eyes were filled with happy words on red silk, the streets were deserted, and the gongs and drums were noisy. He was locked in a cage and watched Lu Chengting riding a tall horse to kick the door of the new lady's sedan chair.

He wanted to see who the new lady was, but his vision was obscured by the bright red hijab on her head.

There was a cramp in his heart, numbness in his hands and feet, and dizziness. He even felt like something was squeezing his stomach, making him want to vomit but couldn't.

The suffocation in the dream replaced reality.

Shen Shenyan suddenly woke up from the bed, breathing heavily. When he raised his eyes, he saw the person he had been missing sitting beside his bed.

Shen Shenyan looked at Lu Chengting longingly, breaking out in a cold sweat on the snowy and cold night.

He felt that he probably hadn't woken up yet.

Shen Shenyan didn't dare to touch Lu Chengting, so he could only raise his hand to pinch the wound on his arm to prove whether he was still dreaming, but Lu Chengting's warm hand held his wrist.

"Shen Shenyan, this is how you take care of yourself."

When Shen Shenyan heard Lu Cheng's voice, tears instantly flowed from his eyes.

He bit his lip and said nothing, letting tears blur his eyes.

After a long time, he said with a trembling voice and choked with sobs: "Hug me."

Lu Cheng didn't move.

Shen Shenyan grabbed his hand on her wrist and begged, "Please, hug me."

Lu Chengting pulled Shen Shen Yan into his arms and hugged him tightly: "Admit your mistake."

The tears that had not left Shen Shenyan's eyes for thirty years completely burst at this moment.

"I was wrong, Your Highness," he said.

Lu Chengting let go of Shen Shenyan, tore off his clothes and pushed him down on the bed.

Shen Shenyan's face was filled with tears, and she pushed Lu Chengting's chest: "The conditions in the army are difficult, and I'm not clean."

"No resistance." Lu Cheng didn't care. He pinched Shen Shenyan's chin and refused to allow him to refuse.

He lowered his head and kissed the tears on Shen Shenyan's face, and whispered softly: "My baby, you are always the cleanest."

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When the heat wave dissipated and only warmth remained, Shen Shenyan heard Lu Chengting ask him again: "Shen Shenyan, what do you want?"

Shen Shen Yan now truly understood the answer Lu Chengting wanted.

He hugged Lu Chengting tightly and said to him, "I want you, I only want you."

That night, Shen Shen Yan finally had the most solid sleep he had had in a while.

Lu Chengting looked at Shen Shen Yan's tired sleeping face in the darkness and the hideous wounds on his arms, and felt heart-wrenching and uncomfortable.

[Why didn’t you come earlier? 】037 couldn’t help but feel distressed.

Lu Chengting held Shen Shenyan in his arms: [I want him to have a long memory. 】

He also needed to make Shen Shen Yan understand clearly what he wanted.

037 is right. Lu Cheng's behavior most of the time is very love-minded.

But this did not prevent him from meditating on the inkstone while also maintaining his due sobriety.

He dares to give and also dares to ask for rewards.

If a person has been in a state of physical and mental tension for a long time, he or she will easily fall ill once he suddenly relaxes.

Shen Shenyan developed a high fever before dawn.

Lu Cheng listened to the non-stop journey for half a month, and he was inevitably tired. When he fell asleep, he felt like he was holding a stove in his arms.

He opened his eyes and tested the temperature on Shen Yan's forehead with his lips, and his heart immediately sank.

He gently called into Shen Siyan's ear: "Ayan."

Shen Shenyan didn't respond, with a somewhat unhealthy flush on his face, and shrank into Lu Chengting's arms.

Lu Chengting gently pulled his arms out from under Shen Shen Yan, got out of bed and walked to the door of the tent, lifted a corner of the tent curtain, picked up a small stone from the ground, and threw it at Xiao Lizi's butt.

Little Plum sat on a small wooden stool, facing the warm fire and falling asleep.

He tried hard to pull his eyelids with two fingers, forcing himself not to sleep.

Unfortunately, it had little effect. Before he almost jumped into the fire, he was attacked by someone. He stood up suddenly and looked back at the coach's camp.

A hand stretched out from the tent and hooked his fingers.

Xiao Lizi ran over quickly, opened the tent, and as soon as he entered, he bumped into Lu Chengting's expressionless face.

Xiao Lizi took a breath of air and said in a breathy voice: "Madam, madam, madam, madam!"

Lu Chengting looked at him: "You don't have to stutter every time you see me."

Xiao Lizi was surprised: "Why are you here?!"

Lu Chengting didn't explain to him, he just said: "Zhangyin is sick, bring in some hot water."

Xiao Lizi's expression changed: "Sick?!"

Lu Cheng agreed and said, "Don't talk nonsense and go quickly."

Xiao Lizi quickly turned around and ran out.

After a while, he ran in with a basin of hot water and washed and dried facecloths that were cold and stiff: "Your Highness, can you help me with your servants?"

Lu Chengting waved his hand and handed a page of paper to Xiao Lizi: "No, go out and ask the medical officer accompanying the army to boil the medicine and bring it over according to this prescription."

Xiao Lizi was not at ease: "Is this recipe reliable, Your Highness?"

Lu Chengting looked at him: "If you eat too much, I will be buried with the palm print."

Xiao Lizi just said "Oh" and ran to grab the medicine.

Shen Shen Yan was in very bad condition. He was too worried, injured, and caught cold. He was almost in a semi-conscious state. Lu Cheng called him several times, but failed to wake him up.

But he seemed to be sleeping very restlessly. From time to time he would make a low whimpering sound. His legs and feet were always spasming, and he couldn't take the medicine.

Xiao Lizi was so anxious that he walked around in the tent: "What should I do?"

The conditions in the army were difficult. Shen Shen Yanruo was seriously ill and couldn't even find a few good medicinal materials. Now that he was in war, the enemy might make a surprise attack at any time.

Today is New Year's Eve again. If Shen Shenyan doesn't show up, how can we appease the soldiers and boost their morale?

Lu Chengting held the medicine bowl, held up Shen Si Inkstone with one hand and carried it into his arms, put the medicine into his mouth, and then lowered his head to feed Shen Shen Yan.

It was the first time that Xiao Lizi saw two men kissing.

One of them is still his own palm print.

Even if he had known that Lu Chengting and Shen Shenyan had a close relationship, he couldn't help but twitch his facial muscles.

Lu Chengting ignored Xiao Lizi's presence, fed Shen Shenyan the medicine, helped him lie down, then took off his own shirt, picked up the coach's riding uniform at the foot of the bed, and put it on himself.

He tied up his hair, put on the hair crown of Shen Shenyan, and said to Xiao Lizi: "Until the palm print is healed, Gu is the palm print."