He opened his thin lips and said, "Come here before me."
Jiang Zhili lowered his head and walked to the thin inkstone table.
Bo Yan sat on the chair, looking at the servant in front of him. The fresh scent on his nose became stronger, and the irritability he had felt in the past few days since he fell ill actually dissipated a lot.
His sense of smell is naturally more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and he can smell some smells that ordinary people cannot smell.
"Come closer," Bo Yan tapped the table with his slender fingers.
Jiang Zhili took two steps forward, and with her lowered eyes she could see the black uppers of Bo Yan's boots.
A quiet atmosphere lingered around Bo Yan's nose, and he felt his whole body relax. His thoughts, which had been tense because of those memories, also became calm.
He looked at Jiang Zhili with a gloomy gaze and found that he did not have any items like sachets hanging on his body.
"What kind of aura is that on you?"
Jiang Zhili heard Bo Yan speak coldly.
"Your Highness, I was born with a certain aura," Jiang Zhili lied with his eyes open.
Duoduo said that the smell on her body was very faint, and Bo Yan could notice it specially because when he smelled this smell, it would improve his body.
Bo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up from the chair, and almost pressed his body against Jiang Zhili in front of him.
Only then did he realize that the boy seemed too thin and he could lift him up with one hand.
He was so weak that even the dogs in the palace were stronger than him.
Bo Yan frowned slightly, and looked at the servant in front of him with gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.
The candlelight in the study was very bright. When it shone on Jiang Zhili's delicate face, even when she lowered her head, she looked like a luminous body, attracting people's attention inexplicably.
Jiang Zhili felt Bo Yan's sinister gaze. She felt that the gaze was like a poisonous snake, sticking to her body, moving around her, making her heart tremble slightly.
At this moment, a slender finger lifted her chin.
Jiang Zhili's handsome face, which was so white and tender that it looked like water, was exposed in the candlelight.
Bo Yan's gaze was tinged with disdain.
His tone was quite disdainful: "Why do you look like my father-in-law? So skinny, without even a beard?"
In Bo Yan's life, he had come into contact with very few women, and the image of women had long been vague in his mind.
With the help of the system, he looked at Jiang Zhili's frail appearance and subconsciously compared him with the eunuch in the palace.
Jiang Zhili: "..."
After saying that, Bo Yan withdrew the hand that was lifting Jiang Zhili's chin and turned to touch her body.
Jiang Zhili: “!!!”
Bo Yan was a martial artist, and in his hands, Jiang Zhili was like a little chick, unable to resist at all.
He restrained Jiang Zhili and began to search her body with his big hands.
Next, Jiang Zhili was touched all over by Bo Yan except for the man's sensitive parts without taking off her clothes.
Fortunately, she had wrapped a cloth around her chest in advance, so Bo Yan didn't notice anything wrong.
After confirming that Jiang Zhili did not hide any spices on his body, Bo Yan let go of his hand.
He looked at Jiang Zhili, who looked slightly panicked, and said with disdain, "As a man, your body is so weak? How can you work in my palace?"
Especially the chest that should have been stiff, it felt like a white flour bun. Such weakness was a disgrace to the palace.
Bo Yan never let women get close to him, so naturally he didn't know what it felt like to touch a woman's body.
Jiang Zhili: "..."
I touched everything, but this guy still feels disgusted.
Seeing that Jiang Zhili remained silent, Bo Yan sniffed the quiet air lingering in his nose and said, "Just stay in the study."
Jiang Zhili responded softly and stood aside at a distance.
"Get closer," Bo Yan said in a grim tone.
Jiang Zhili stood closer, enough for Bo Yan to smell her scent.
{This thin inkstone is really difficult to deal with. It touched the host but doesn't want to take responsibility!} A lot of mechanical sounds rang out.
Jiang Zhili was speechless.
Did Duoduo's IQ improve? He even teased her.
A moment later, the study door was pushed open.
An old man with a white beard walked in carrying a medicine box. Bo Yan lowered his head and said in a cold tone: "Take a look at what's going on with him."
This boy has a peculiar smell, maybe he is a spy.
It was very common for spies to appear in the Regent's Palace. When Bo Yan first returned to Beijing from the border, on average, unidentified people would sneak into the palace every seven days.
At first, the housekeeper was still working hard to check the people entering the mansion, but this work was extremely labor-intensive and did not conform to Bo Yan's style of eradicating the roots.
After Bo Yan learned about it, he told the butler not to do so. He just opened the door of the Regent's Palace. Anyone who came in and did anything wrong would either be killed on the spot or thrown into a water dungeon and tortured. Over the years, batches of spies had been killed.
The servants who were able to stay in the Regent's Palace were also quite capable.
The old man with white beard is named Zhang Ming and he is forty-six years old this year.
He is a doctor in the Regent's Palace and a military doctor who has been to the battlefield with Bo Yan. Over the years, he has helped Bo Yan catch many spies.
His white hair was caused by overwork in the past few years. Fortunately, Bo Yan's family was wealthy, and they used all kinds of precious tonics to fill his hollowed-out body. But his white hair could never go back.
Zhang Ming bowed to Bo Yan and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
He walked up to Jiang Zhili carrying the medicine box. Zhang Ming looked at Jiang Zhili's handsome appearance and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
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