It should be the silk curtain that half covers the incense

Qiu Ling was appointed by Ji Mingxiu as his personal eunuch when Ji Mingxiu was six years old.

That year, he had just started studying with his elder brother in the Chaoyue Palace of the Imperial Master. His father asked him to choose a book boy from among a group of eunuchs, and he picked Qiu Ling at first sight.

At that time, Qiu Ling did not look as old-fashioned as he is now. His round eyes kept looking up at him secretly. His eyes were like the eyes of his puppy when it was looking for him to play, which made him itchy. Therefore, even though Qiu Ling was so thin and small that people doubted whether he could lift the books, Ji Mingxiu still chose him.

This is what it means to be master and servant for ten years.

During these ten years, Qiu Ling was well-behaved and considerate most of the time. He could clean up a lot of mess for him without batting an eyelid and even dared to intercede for him in front of his brother the Emperor and the Imperial Master.

But after spending so much time together, he couldn't help but feel afraid of Qiu Ling sometimes, like now.

"I won't paint, get out!"

Ji Mingxiu's face flushed as he stared angrily at Qiu Ling, who was kneeling in front of the couch holding the ointment and refusing to leave. He clutched the quilt covering his body. His voice was still hoarse from crying, and he didn't sound dignified at all, but rather like a coquettish kitten.

"Your Majesty, the dragon's body is more important, please don't be angry with me."

Qiu Ling's tone left no room for argument, and Ji Mingxiu knew as soon as he heard it that he would not be able to escape today.

Once his own physical problems were involved, Qiu Ling would become extremely strong. Ji Mingxiu was not a person who could not distinguish between good and evil. He knew that Qiu Ling was doing this for his own good.

But...but this kind of place...

"Your Majesty." Qiu Ling saw that Ji Mingxiu was getting nervous, and took advantage of the situation to attack, "I have been following you for ten years. I have done everything from bathing to changing clothes myself. It's just applying ointment, nothing serious."

That being said...

"And if you don't take medicine, it will hurt for a long time."

Well, it hurts.

Ji Mingxiu gave up resistance in anger and covered his blushing face with the quilt. As an emperor, he really had no say at all.

Seeing that His Majesty had surrendered, Qiu Ling knew better and stopped teasing him. With a smile on his face, he carefully took off Ji Mingxiu's underwear.

With just one glance, his smile froze on his face.

On Ji Mingxiu's skin, which was as white as ice and jade, there were purple-red marks dotted all over, and the area between his legs and that part was rubbed red and swollen, which was truly horrible to look at.

Qiu Lingqi's hands were shaking, and there was ointment on his fingertips but he was afraid to apply it.

He shouldn't have let Su Yuanbai off so easily!

Your Majesty is delicate and frail, and has always been pampered and protected. How dare Su Yuanbai go so far!

Qiu Ling's breathing became a little disordered. He suppressed his anger and endured it again and again before applying the ointment as gently as possible to the wound.

"Hiss! Cool..."

Ji Mingxiu shuddered subconsciously. Most of the soothing and swelling-reducing drugs have a cooling nature. Applying them on such a delicate and sensitive area would inevitably cause some discomfort.

However, it was still within his tolerance. Such a big reaction made Ji Mingxiu feel that he was somewhat hypocritical, so he blushed and said, "No... It's okay, you can continue."

Qiu Ling paused. He looked at the emperor who was so well-behaved that it made people feel sorry for him. All his jealousy and anger were concealed without showing any sign.

He rubbed the ointment in his palm to warm it up, and gently applied it to Ji Mingxiu's wound with his body temperature. He slowly moved it from the red mark on his waist to the red swelling between his legs, and finally gently covered the pistil.

The heat rose in the narrow space, blending with the slightly bitter herbal scent of honeysuckle, and the atmosphere gradually became subtle and strange.

Qiu Ling felt that all the muscles in his body were tense, and the sweet and maddening scent all around made him dare not breathe. It was not until he felt the skin under his palm tremble slightly that he tried his best to restrain himself and moved his hand away. However, his fingertips seemed to lose control and quietly slid across the petals, causing a lot of shudders.

"If your majesty is tired, please take a rest..."

After Qiu Ling washed his hands and tidied up everything, the bloodshot in his eyes had not yet completely faded away.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the misty mist that overflowed from the corners of Ji Mingxiu's eyes, and then covered these ignorant and seductive eyes without knowing it.

His Majesty cannot be seen in this disgraceful state. It would be blasphemy to think any more about a person like him.

"Once I have sorted out the memorials and other documents, you can move them directly to the Palace of Heavenly Purity."

"Well, you can take care of this kind of trivial matter."

Ji Mingxiu also understood that the news of his assassination and injury could not be concealed, so all court meetings that could be held during this period must be suspended, otherwise the Imperial Master would not dare to go so far as to torture Ji Mingxiu to the point where he could not get off the bed.

Hiss, it really hurts...

As soon as he frowned, Qiu Ling gently smoothed his brows. He felt the person next to him leaning close to his ear, his breathing hot and boiling, and the hoarse, dry voice sounded like a long sigh.

"Your Majesty, please go to sleep. You didn't get enough rest last night..."

The rising warm sun was blocked by heavy curtains, and the dim environment really made people drowsy. Ji Mingxiu did not force himself and happily took another nap.

Qiu Ling quietly left the Qianqing Palace. Thinking of the light kiss on the back of his hand just now, his throat began to tighten, and the fingertips that had applied the ointment were also terribly hot.

Your Majesty is not too young anymore. If the rest of his life continues to be like today, how will he cope with it?

He didn't know that the slight pain caused by the sharp nails digging into his palm brought him back to his senses.

The cold winter light shone on his pale face, revealing the inferiority complex that was ingrained in his bones.

What could he do? He just followed His Majesty's wishes. Even if His Majesty wanted to take his life, he would be honored.