The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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When Shen Ni rushed out to protect Shen Zhaodu in his arms, Abbot Chen quickly followed suit and drew his sword to drive away the two shadow guards who still wanted to take action.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out two small pills and handed them to Shen Zhaodu's mouth.

Shen Zhaodu recognized it as Abbot Chen and saw that he was wearing the same cloak as Shen Ni. No matter how painful it was, he had to turn his face away and said, "If you don't want to eat, get out!"

Abbot Chen didn't move: "To stop the bleeding, if you don't eat it, you will be left here tonight."

Shen Zhaodu glared at him angrily, his internal organs felt like they were being squeezed tightly in pain. The thin red color at the end of his eyes turned white instantly, and his breath became short and breathless.

"Anyway, I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Ni took the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, pinched his lips with two fingers and said, "Swallow it."

Shen Zhaodu looked at her dissatisfiedly, but to no avail, he could only swallow the pill obediently.

After the chaotic fierce battle, what flowed above Zhaowuhou Mansion was not the wind, but the murderous intent mixed with blood. It was not until the blood on every stone slab and grass was washed away, and the tuberose bloomed in its vomit, that the pervasive panic dissipated. .

The candlelight in Zhuoying Hall was bright, and the faint rosin spread under the warmth of the fire. Shen Ni sneezed, and sprinkled a spoonful of golden sore medicine on his unscabbed back. The pain made Shen Zhaodu twitch.

After waiting for a while, Shen Ni showed no sign. He wanted to turn around in dissatisfaction, but his shoulders were immediately held down: "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

"you've changed."

Shen Zhaodu didn't move, but his free hands were not at all polite. He reached under the bed and grabbed the little pearl on her silk shoes: "You stopped crying when you saw me bloody."

After giving the medicine to his bloody back, Shen Ni took the round fan and fanned him gently: "Captain, you are full of age."

Hearing that she was sarcastic about her childishness, Shen Zhaodu stood up and pushed her onto the bed amidst Shen Ni's nervous scolding.

The medicine she had worked so hard to apply was wiped off, and she said angrily: "I think you are less like a child than Wuming ten years ago."

Abbot Chen's medicine had a miraculous effect, and Shen Zhaodu no longer felt the unbearable pain. Two naked arms were supported in front of Shen Ni, and a pair of clear eyes were brighter than the light in the room. There was only her inside.

It was true ten years ago and it will be true ten years from now.

For more than three thousand days and nights, he walked from the countryside to the court, crossed the mountain of corpses and flowed through the sea of ​​blood. His lonely skeleton grew into the mountains. Standing on the top with half of the country on his shoulders, he still saw her alone.

Her heart softened into a puddle, and she raised her hand to touch a shallow white scar on his face: "Does it hurt?"

There was still a trace of rosin in Ru Ningzhi's hand. Shen Zhaodu was shocked when he was touched. He couldn't help but put his face close to Shen Ni's palm and rubbed it gently: "It doesn't hurt, this little injury is nothing."

Although he might get Shen Ni's love when he said he was in pain, he wanted to tell her that he had grown into a mountain and she could rely on him as much as she wanted.