Chapter 17 I want to leave because I have something to do
Zhu Wenqin was startled, and finally managed to calm down, and quickly responded:
"No, Your Majesty. I was afraid that if I was too slow, I would anger Your Majesty."
Jing Siye looked calm, his thin lips curled slightly, as if smiling:
"Well, that's good. Come and help me undress."
When Zhu Wenqin heard this, she was so happy that she responded immediately:
"Okay, my lord, I will obey your command."
When Zhu Wenqin's hand touched Jing Siye's belt, Jing Siye slowly took out the letter from his arms and placed it casually on the stool next to the bathtub.
That’s right, just put it where both of them can see it. Zhu Wenqin was stunned for a moment, her expression froze, and she screamed madly in her heart:
How come this doesn’t follow the plot? 】
[Shouldn't it be placed on the screen, waiting for me to 'steal' it? 】
[This is what the storybook says]
[This stingy guy.] 】
Zhu Wenqin's expectations vanished in an instant, and she stood there motionless.
Jing Siye opened his hands, tilted his head slightly, and stared at Zhu Wenqin with interest:
"Guard Zhu, don't make any move yet."
Zhu Wenqin felt so aggrieved, but she didn't dare to disobey. She could only hang her head, pout, and reluctantly reach out her hand to slowly pull at Jing Siye's belt.
After a moment, Jing Siye was left with only a thin undergarment. Normally at this time, Jing Siye would ask him to leave and no longer serve him. But today was a little unusual. Just as Zhu Wenqin was about to turn around and leave, Jing Siye stopped her.
"Guardian, there is more."
Zhu Wenqin was stunned, but when she saw Jing Siye still had his hand down, she immediately understood.
He swallowed, slowly stretched out his hand, and moved towards the belt of his undergarment.
Just when his hand was about to touch the belt, Jing Siye's hand inadvertently closed slightly.
He was a little panicked, not knowing how the little guy would react next.
But he felt that he would see it sooner or later.
As Zhu Wenqin gently untied the straps of her undergarment, the undergarment slowly opened up, revealing Jing Siye's firm chest.
Zhu Wenqin's pupils dilated instantly, and her face was full of shock.
The chest of the man in front of me was covered with old scars of varying sizes. The most noticeable one was a deep wound not far from the heart. It was obvious that the wound was stabbed very deeply. Just by looking at it, I could imagine the danger and tragedy at that time.
Zhu Wenqin's legs felt weak and he staggered backwards.
Jing Siye was quick to move forward and hold his waist, feeling a little disappointed at the same time:
It turns out that the little guy really rejects these scars.
Zhu Wenqin was in a daze for a while, and finally calmed down.
Jing Siye said to him, "It's my fault. I scared you. I don't need your service anymore."
Zhu Wenqin did not retreat as usual. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and she was shocked by the scars on Jing Siye's body.
His hand slowly rose up uncontrollably, and with caution and a hint of heartache, he gently touched the scars, some deep and some shallow.
His fingers started from Jing Siye's lower abdomen, moving inch by inch, then to his broad chest, and finally stopped at the most shocking wound on his heart.
Jing Siye's eyes were always following Zhu Wenqin's tender, white and slender fingers. His Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably again and again, and his breathing became heavier.
Zhu Wenqin's eyes gradually became moist. She slowly raised her head and looked straight at Jing Siye with her watery eyes. Her voice became hoarse:
"My Lord, is this left on the battlefield?"
Jing Siye stared at him deeply, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.
This simple action carries the bloody battles and life-and-death struggles on countless battlefields.
Zhu Wenqin rubbed his fingers back and forth on the wound, and asked again with a strong nasal tone:
"When you were injured here, did it hurt, Your Majesty?"
Jing Siye spoke in a low but calm voice: "This happened half a year ago when I was fighting against Chief Daque. There was an insider. I was injured and was unconscious for three days and three nights. It was Chen Lian and Xue Nian who pulled me back from the hands of death..."
Zhu Wenqin's eyes flashed with anger and shock, and he asked, "Did someone betray the prince?"
Jing Siye just said "hmm" softly, but this brief answer caused a storm in Zhu Wenqin's heart. His eyes could no longer hold the surging tears, and instantly they burst into tears.
He looked at the man in front of him who was willing to sacrifice his life and shed his blood on the battlefield so that his people could live and work in peace and contentment, and his heart was filled with heartache and guilt.
[He is clearly a great hero with flesh and blood,]
Why are you scolded by others? 】
[Is there some hidden story behind my uncle’s matter?] 】
[Am I wrong?] 】
Jing Siye looked at Zhu Wenqin with tears in his eyes, and his heart softened. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that kept rolling down his cheek with his thumb, and coaxed him softly:
"Don't cry, I'm not in pain anymore."
Zhu Wenqin cried even harder after hearing this, her shoulders trembling violently, and then she threw herself into Jing Siye's arms, sobbing and saying:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."
Jing Siye naturally understood the deep meaning behind his "I'm sorry", but the little guy didn't know that he could hear his inner voice, so he pretended not to know and asked:
"I'm sorry for what?"
Zhu Wenqin just kept shaking her head, her tears soaking Jing Siye's shirt on his chest. I want to say something but I don't know how to start.
Jing Siye hugged him tightly in his arms, and then kissed the top of his head, his movements gentle and affectionate.
Zhu Wenqin felt the gentle touch on her head and stopped crying instantly. She looked up at Jing Siye in confusion. Her mind was blank, with only one thought echoing in her mind:
[Did the prince kiss me just now?] 】
Watching the little girl's tears flow down her cheeks, across the corners of her rosy mouth, and down to her neck, Jing Siye could no longer control the surging emotions deep in his heart.
His eyes became hot, and he slowly leaned over and kissed her wet red lips.
Zhu Wenqin's mind went blank, her eyes gradually closed, and her body began to soften.
Jing Siye's hand gently supported the back of Zhu Wenqin's head, pressing him closer to himself. His tongue tip gently probed in, tracing the shape of Zhu Wenqin's lips, and then entangled with his tongue tip.
Zhu Wenqin was kissed so hard that she was almost breathless. She subconsciously grabbed Jing Siye's arms with both hands. Their breathing intertwined, rapid and passionate.
Zhu Wenqin fell softly in Jing Siye's arms, allowing him to lead her into oblivion.
After the kiss, Zhu Wenqin breathed heavily, her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and even the tips of her ears were shyly pink.
Jing Siye looked at the little guy like this and couldn't help but peck his slightly swollen lips again.
This sudden kiss brought Zhu Wenqin back to his senses instantly. He felt as if he was scalded and struggled to break free from Jing Siye's arms in panic.
He quickly lowered his head and stammered, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I...I...will leave first." The more he spoke, the redder his face became.
Jing Siye had a gentle smile on his lips. He stretched out his long arms, pulled Zhu Wenqin over again, and took him into his arms:
"Guard Zhu, you want to leave because you haven't finished your work yet."
Zhu Wenqin was forced to raise her head and look into Jing Siye's eyes, her heart filled with shyness.
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