I Really Am a Slag Shou!

In full view, the little emperor started making messy drinks.

First tossed in a few grains of rice, then poured in some orange-red soup. Finally, he took a plate of Sixi meatballs and used chopsticks to make a meatball larger than his fist. After frowning for a long time, he decided Squash it with your own spoon.

He was going to put the wrecked pill into the wine glass, but the wine glass was too small to stand up to his toss. The **** even called a few times, and Chi Zhao ignored him. There were some sharp-eyed ministers under him. Naturally seeing this, they were silent for a second, and then they happily toasted their colleagues.

Although they could not understand what Her Majesty was doing, as long as they had eyes, their Majesty was drunk. If the minister is out of control, the regent who has always practiced iron politics will definitely choose to cut them off. On the contrary, if the minister sees the emperor's out of control, it is estimated that the regent will choose to cut them in order to maintain the face of the little emperor.

No matter what, you can't hide your miserable fate, so let's be blind.

...

No one has ever seen what a little emperor is like when he is drunk, so they are all terribly worried, just because the little emperor suddenly jumps up and drank crazy. But to disappoint them, even if Chi Zhao is drunk, he is also a good baby who will not cause any trouble. He is now focusing on the glass of wine he is tinkering with and does not want to do anything else.

After discovering that the state of Chi Zhao was wrong, Shen Wumian stood up and walked to the dragon chair without any care. He leaned down slightly, stood beside Chi Zhao in a respectful and intimate posture, and whispered to the young man in his eyes. "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Similarly, Chi Zhao ignored him. The neglected Regent thought for two seconds, he straightened his waist, beckoned the **** next to him, gave him two orders, and then he reached out and wanted to bring Chi Zhao up, "Sir, it's time to go back, Wei Chen Take you back to the palace, okay? "

Chi Zhao seemed to hear his voice. He looked up and looked at Shen Wumian calmly, not drunk at all, but when he looked at it like this, Shen Wumian suddenly became very nervous.

He has seen all kinds of people after walking south and north for so many years. He also knows that there is almost no difference between a group of people who look peaceful after being drunk, but if such people are upset, no one can fight it.

For a moment, Shen Wumian flashed a lot of after-care methods, some were mild, some were bloody. In short, his majesty could not feel a little embarrassed. But before he had a chance to use these methods, Chi Zhao tilted his head and said obediently, "Okay."

Putting down the things in his hand, the wide cuffs swept around the table, and Chi Zhao grabbed Shen Wumian's cool palms and stood up, because his legs were soft, he still choked, but holding Shen Wumian, he soon Standing again, Shen Wumian worried that he would fall, and followed his figure tightly. Except for the unstable steps at the beginning, he walked very smoothly, and he could not see that Chi Zhao was now in a fragmented state.

There were no two steps to go out. Suddenly, Chi Zhao acted, he turned around, Shen Wumian looked at him puzzled, Chi Zhao's gaze swept backwards, and finally locked on the glass he had just fooled. .

He told the **** in the distance: "That's my rosy beauty, I want it. Send it to me in a while. Did you hear me?"

Pretty in Pink……?

The little emperor did not have the opportunity to contact women, except for the dancing dancers just now. Is it possible that when he didn't notice, Chen Yan liked the dancing dancer? !!

Holding the palm of the little emperor's palm suddenly exerted strength, Chi Zhao was suffering, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Shen Wumian grasped him tightly and did not let him release his hand at all.

This is still the hall. A group of people are watching it. Shen Wumian can no longer expose his true nature here. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to adjust his mentality. After he managed to adjust it, he opened his eyes and opened his eyes to the small side. The emperor smiled slightly. "Let's go, Your Majesty."

When the figures of the little emperor and the regent disappeared in the hall, the rest of the people, whether they were eunuchs or princes or generals, or the guards left by the regent, all straightened slightly because of fear. By the way, wiped the forehead that had oozed sweat.

It's scary, really.

...

He returned the little emperor to his own dormitory, and Shen Wumian waved his hand to let the rest go out. Red tears were the last one to go out. She stood at the door and hesitated for a moment.

The little emperor had taken off his cumbersome and heavy coat and was half-sleeping in bed, and the master was sitting beside the little emperor. The tall shadow enveloped the little emperor and blocked the last light in the hall.

Red Tears was a little worried about this situation.

Feeling that someone was looking over here, Shen Wumian narrowed his eyelids and stared at the door, staring at the cold gaze, red tears stiffened, and he didn't worry anymore.

...

She hurried out and closed the door by the way.

No outsider bothered, Shen Wumian slowly retreated his gaze and looked at Chi Zhao, who was closing his eyes with a fake eye. The teenager closed his eyes with a particularly quiet look. Compared with him, he was somewhat obedient, but a little more relieved and calm.

The little emperor with open eyes was always loaded with many calculations and thoughts. Shen Wumian still likes him now.

Thinking like this, Shen Wumian stretched out his hand and grabbed Chi Zhao's chin. The original owner had a very skinny body, drank Chinese medicine for a whole year, and ate countless unpleasant medicated meals. He finally took Chi Zhao from The row of chickens grew into white chopped chickens. Shen Wumian did not use much energy, but he suddenly woken up Chi Zhao. The feeling of being pinched by his chin was not good. Chi Zhao frowned. He raised his arms and went to sink. Sleepless fingers.

Chi Zhao's strength seemed to tickle in Shen Wumian's eyes. He didn't care at all. At this moment, his mind was still surrounded by Chi Zhao's body.

After so long raising, there is still no progress. The old imperial doctor said that it would take five years to completely recuperate the little emperor's body. It seems that this is true.

Although Shen Wumian was anxious, he also knew that no one could be anxious in such a matter as the disease came down like a mountain and the disease went like a shred. But looking at the boy's excessively thin cheeks, he always hoped that he could grow his meat faster.

It will feel more comfortable like this.

Perhaps the drunk young emperor was particularly bullied, Shen Wumian even abandoned the half-obedience of the monarch and his court, like a disciple, slowly and passionately rubbing the tip of the chin of the little emperor, at the same time, The index finger stretched forward and gently slid it over the soft meat on his chin.

When he did these things, he didn't even think about what it meant. He just did what he wanted to do. Anyway, the little emperor had already accepted his jade pendant. Since then, he is his person, and he has no chance to repent.

The movement of Chi Zhao's shoving suddenly suddenly disappeared. When Shen Wumian finally raised his eyelids and looked at Chi Zhao's eyes, looking at those clean and clear eyes, Shen Wumian froze slightly.

He was watching himself intently, no matter in the last life or this life, Shen Wumian had never been looked at by the emperor like this seriously and curiously.

Suddenly, the little emperor sat up and asked softly, "What's your name?"

There was a surprise in Shen Wumian's eyes. Immediately, he remembered again. The current little emperor was a drunk. There was no logic in the drunk and he could say anything. Thinking about it that way, Shen Wumian chuckled, and answered patiently: "His Majesty, Wei Chen's name is Shen Wumian."

After hearing his answer, I didn't know what was wrong with him. The little emperor frowned, and asked again, "What's your name?"

Shen Wumian froze and paused for a moment before he answered again: "My name is Shen Wumian."

The little emperor's brow frowned even more. He lowered his eyes and muttered softly, "No, I'm not asking this."

Before waiting for Shen Wumian to ask him what he wanted to know, the boy suddenly became angry. He sat forward a little, stretched out his slender arm, and firmly held Shen Wumian's neckline. "What's your name!"

Shen Wumian's eyes flashed a few mistakes, and soon those mistakes turned into shock and confusion.

He ... got it?

Tough and stubbornly asked what his name was because he already knew that he was not the one who saved him then?

After understanding this, Shen Wumian's strength was quickly lost in the limbs and bones, and his blood boiled at this moment. The burning sensation almost dried up his internal organs. After the blood had risen to the boiling point, it quickly froze. I heard the sound of each blood vessel freezing into ice, and then gradually cracking.

Going back and forth, or returning to the origin of his last life, he still knows, and it is likely to be the same time as the last life, then this time, why did he not go to Shen Shiliu with all his thoughts?

It was because in this life that he was preemptive and took the lead to control his life, so he did not dare to act rashly like before.

In these past days, is he so obedient and obedient to paralyze the sight of his enemy with a quiet surface?

Shen Wumian's thoughts were desperate and negative, but Chi Zhao was not the same as what he thought. The more Shen Wumian did not answer him, the more angry Chi Zhao was, and the strength of holding Shen Wumian ’s neckline was a little stronger. Actually dragged Shen Wumian closer to him by two inches.

Chi Zhao still wanted to know the answer to that question, "What's your name?"

Shen Wumian's lip color was a little pale. He moved his lips without making a sound. Finally, he heard himself asking in a weird and hoarse tone, "What's my name, is it heavy?"

Upon hearing this question, Chi Zhao froze.

Very important.

Everyone has a name, even his family ’s stupid system has a version name that makes it persistent and loved. If it is really like his vague conjecture, if his conjecture is not a sad and desperate lunatic theory, then ...... He should have his own name.

Chi Zhao was indeed drunk, but he still had a bit of reason and sobriety, these words turned and turned in his mouth, but eventually he couldn't be spoken, looking at those eyes that didn't know anything, Chi Suddenly, there was no energy.

He suddenly let go of his hand and replied in a very low voice: "It doesn't matter ... but I just want to know."

His chin was suddenly pinched violently, and Chi Zhao was forced to raise his head. The person opposite was no longer calm and gentle. At this time, he looked ruthless and terrible. He stared at Chi Zhao's eyes and said nothing. Temperature, word by word, is like a warning.

"My name is Shen Wumian. No matter how many times you ask me, my name is Shen Wumian."

The emperor that the little emperor loved in the last life was Shen Shiliu. This always stayed in Shen Wumian's heart and became a thorn that couldn't be removed. If the wound has been around for a long time and no one is going to heal it, it will eventually become purulent, rot, and gradually pollute other healthy organs. Shen Wumian never showed it because he was waiting. He was waiting for the day when the little emperor could abandon his original life-saving grace and truly fall in love with him.

But now, he doesn't seem to see it that day.

Shen Wumian's words knocked on Chi Zhao's heart, dull as a ruthless blow, his eyes instantly rose up in mist, and even his eye circles became red. Seeing that he was about to cry, Shen Wumian's heart seemed to be pierced by several poisonous needles at the same time. It was terrible but did not bleed.

The toxin slowly spread along the blood and the atrium, and Shen Wumian raised the corners of his lips, showing an ugly and crazy smile. He wanted to tell the little emperor what he knew and how to escape, as long as there was a day when he was sleepless. He, Chen Yan, don't even want to leave!

He can only stay by his side forever. If he ca n’t get his heart, he will leave his people. If he ca n’t even get him, even if Chen Zhi is made lifeless and ca n’t breathe Alas, he will never let him go!

Shen Wumian knew very well that as long as he said these words, the relationship between him and the little emperor was completely over. The little emperor seemed to listen to him, but in fact, he also had his dignity and bottom line. He could accept Shen Wumian not Like him, you can also accept Shen Wumian to abuse him, and you can accept that Shen Wumian killed him, but you cannot accept it. Shen Wumian played with him and imprisoned him.

In fact, this is Chi Zhao's personality traits, but now Chi Zhao is the little emperor, so he is not wrong in saying so.

When I opened my mouth, and when the hurtful words were about to be spoken, Chi Zhao dropped his head, raised his arms, and wiped his eyes with his cuffs. He buzzed and asked, "Do you like me?"

The words with a nasal noise suddenly interrupted Shen Wumian's thoughts. The latter looked at him with a complex look, and for a moment, he quietly responded, "Well."

He was defeated in these two words. If he was free to choose his own mind, he would not let himself fall into this field.

"Then why do you like me?"

Chi Zhao's voice was still so low, but Shen Wumian was easy to hear. This time, Shen Wumian had been quiet for a long time. He never heard the answer. Chi Zhao raised his head, Shen Wumian pressed his lips tightly, and he After looking at each other for about three seconds, he gave his answer.

"……I do not know either."

really do not know. He also thought about this problem, but no matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't think of the result. In the end, he could only confess his fate. Maybe it was a horrible witchcraft. Maybe it was sad karma. Maybe it was an established practice Destiny reincarnation.

In short, he couldn't think of a reason why he liked the little emperor, but he liked him without help.

Just like the madman.

The author has something to say: The third issue! It's over, it's light without debt ~

Answer the question in advance when Chi Zhao knew that she was all alone. From the beginning of this world, I felt [note, I do n’t know], the middle step by step, the real time will be known when the penultimate world ends, the spoiler ends , Mimi ~

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