Chapter 49 He had seen Shen Zhejiang climb to the top

At dawn, Shen Zhejiang was awakened from his sleep by a burning smell.

What time is it?

He remembered that he was daydreaming in the middle of the night and had no sleepiness at all. Then, for some reason, he seemed to be in a daze and dozed off for a while.

I touched the place where Xiao Zhinian had originally sat beside me, but it was empty. He was gone, but there was still some warmth on the bed, which showed that he had just left not long ago.

"Little Year?"

Shen Zhejiang called out, but received no response.

Where did you go?

But at this moment, there was a crackling sound outside the window. It was not difficult to distinguish that it was the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground.

Shen Zhejiang immediately took the coat hanging on the wooden handle, put it on, and walked out quickly. As soon as he went out, he ran into Xiao Zhinian standing helplessly by the stove, looking extremely annoyed at the messy debris on the ground.

"What happened?"

He then walked to Xiao Zhinian's side, took a look around, and found that the situation was not too bad, just a few bowls were broken.

When Xiao Zhinian saw Shen Zhejiang coming, he immediately hid his arms behind his back and lowered his face in distress: "But did I wake you up? I wanted to make two bowls of egg drop porridge so that you could eat it when you wake up, but I was so clumsy."

Not only did he mess things up, but he also woke up Shen Zhejiang.

Shen Zhejiang did not blame him: "Please take out your hand, let me see it."

"Ah?" Xiao Zhinian suddenly became nervous and quickly clenched his palms, hiding deeper, "What's so good about it?"

Shen Zhejiang refused to give in and took a tough attitude, dragging Xiao Zhinian to him. However, Xiao Zhinian held his fist tightly and could not pry it open. His brows were a little stern: "Spread it out."

Xiao Zhinian sighed, and had to slowly loosen his grip in front of Shen Zhejiang and spread out his slender fingers.

The inside was exposed and it was all red, indicating burns.

Before Shen Zhejiang could speak, he hurriedly said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. I just washed it with clean water. Sir, have you forgotten that I used to jump up and down when I was young? This little injury is nothing."

"......"

Shen Zhejiang looked down and said nothing.

The man who had been pampered since childhood was actually willing to condescend to make a bowl of hot porridge for him, even at the cost of injuring himself. How could he, Chen Zhejiang, be worthy of Xiao Zhinian to do this for him?

What he felt was not touching, but bitterness.

"Really? It doesn't hurt?"

The nose feels slightly sour.

When Xiao Zhinian saw that Shen Zhejiang seemed to be about to cry, he panicked and clumsily raised his paw to Shen Zhejiang's mouth and said softly: "It hurts, sir, blow on me."

Even though he knew it was of little use, Shen Zhejiang still followed the stupid old method and blew gently into his palm.

Xiao Zhinian felt a tingling sensation that went straight to the bottom of his heart.

His husband is so nice.

Suddenly, he embraced Shen Zhejiang in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed his ears, rubbing them closely and closely.

If possible, he wanted this moment to last forever, right now, without any need for anything else.

Shen Zhejiang must be the best gentleman in the world, but also the most easily addictive poison in the world, but he enjoys it and will not stop until his death.

From the temples to the sides of the face, and then to the corners of the lips, he kissed her obsessively, leaving a mark that belonged only to him, as if marking his possession.

"Hmm..."

Shen Zhejiang couldn't help but groan, just like throwing a handful of firewood into pine oil, the raging fire burned the field, burning all of Xiao Zhinian's rationality to ashes.

He bit Shen Zhejiang's delicate earlobe passionately. Shen Zhejiang couldn't stand his stimulation. He felt his whole body trembling wildly. He almost gave all his body weight to Xiao Zhinian and raised his perfectly curved neck uncontrollably.

Xiao Zhinian then lingered forward, took two steps closer, protected Shen Zhejiang's waist, pushed him down on the stove, and before they were separated by half an inch, he bit Shen Zhejiang's Adam's apple that was exposed in front of his eyes.

“Hmm!”

Shen Zhejiang half-closed his eyes, his fingers subconsciously scratching the rough surface of the stove.

"Don't hold on like that, you'll get hurt. Just hold on to me, it's okay to use force."

In my ears was Xiao Zhinian's seductive voice.

Shen Zhejiang only felt as if there was a layer of fog around his ears, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

There seems to be a gurgling sound.

What is it?

He could hardly spare a moment of his attention from the joy that Xiao Zhinian brought him.

"It's a mess!"

"What's wrong... Never mind, just focus..."

Xiao Zhinian's voice was sticky, and he turned back to kiss Shen Zhejiang.

Shen Zhejiang got angry and bit Xiao Zhinian's tongue.

"hiss......"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Zhejiang pushed Xiao Zhinian, tidied up the clothes that Xiao Zhinian had messed up, and quickly opened the wooden lid. He took a wooden spoon and scooped a circle in the pot, then put it to his nose and smelled it: "The porridge you cooked is mushy."

No wonder he smelled a burnt smell when he woke up, it turned out to be right here.

I was so busy getting close to Xiao Zhinian that I completely forgot about this matter.

"Pull out all the firewood underneath and put it out."

The river is sinking.

Xiao Zhinian didn't expect that such a good opportunity would be ruined by a pot of porridge, which he had cooked himself. He didn't know who to be angry with for a moment. He felt very depressed and could only sulk at the firewood.

"Humph! It's all your fault!"

He threw all the firewood into the water tank. With a sizzling sound and accompanied by rising white smoke, the fire was completely put out.

Now, Xiao Zhinian picked up the wet firewood, threw it in an inconspicuous place, turned around and went back to Chen Zhejiang, but saw that Shen Zhejiang had already poured out all the mushy porridge and scrubbed the pot again.

"What are you doing, sir?"

"Don't you want to drink porridge? Make another bowl."

Chen Zhejiang was much more skilled in his movements. He could wash the rice, add water and cover the pot basically in one go.

While he was doing this, Xiao Zhinian's eyes followed the movement of Shen Zhejiang's fingers, watching the pair of hands that should have been well taken care of as they expertly moved through the daily necessities of life. They looked less smooth than before, and a little rougher.

A gentleman stays away from the kitchen.

Xiao Zhinian didn't understand so many complicated principles, but he felt that Chen Zhejiang should not be confined to this small world, but should be like a swan, writing and talking about great things in the temple. He had his own grand plans.

Xiao Zhinian couldn't help but think of the promise he made to Shen Zhejiang when he was young, and even the words he said to Shen Zhejiang when he first met him in Luocheng. Whether it was the Crown Princess or the Queen, he thought he was thinking about Shen Zhejiang, but was such an arrogant person really willing to bury his fame?

The position of the harem is nothing but a shackle for Chen Zhejiang. Once he is trapped, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to clear his name and display his talents.

In the ninth year of Shuncheng, Xiao Zhinian remembered it very clearly. He sat beside Emperor Wu Kun as the crown prince of the Eastern Palace. In the center of the palace, the high-spirited young Shen Zhejiang faced the tricky national policy problems of all the civil and military officials in the court, and spoke eloquently and with unique insights.

There have been only two people who have won the top three places in the imperial examinations and become Jinshi since the founding of Dayan, and Shen Zhejiang is one of them.

However, that year Shen Zhejiang was only sixteen years old, more than ten years earlier than the previous top scholar. He was so famous that the threshold of the Shen family was almost broken down by matchmakers.

He had seen Shen Zhejiang soar to the sky.

Ask yourself, does he have the heart to clip Shen Zhejiang's wings and force him to stay in the backyard for his own selfish desires?

"What are you daydreaming about?"

A freshly-made bowl of hot porridge was placed in front of Xiao Zhinian. The white mist rising from it drifted over his face and formed some tiny water droplets on his dark eyelashes.

Xiao Zhinian raised his head suddenly.