Chapter 94: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 30
He is Qian Lingxiao's man again. What he said always makes people feel like someone is having an ambiguous relationship with him.
The word "miss you" occupied half of the paper, and each stroke spread along the paper, as if climbing up along Qianzhou's fingers.
Qianzhou frowned, held the paper and placed it in the candlelight, and the flames emitted a bright yellow-red color.
The word "miss you" on the paper turned into ashes, leaving nothing behind.
Qian Zhou: Qian Lingxiao is so clingy. He misses me, but I don’t miss him.
Qian Zhou: Want to take me back to the Central Plains? What was he doing earlier?
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's personal style is really disappointing. He traveled thousands of miles to send fox furs, but the three boxes of shiny treasures are still gathering dust in Qianzhou's room.
[System 052: Since the person who sent the note is his, and he wants you to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible, then where are these precious treasures?]
[Qianzhou: Throw it away]
[System 052: Really rich... He doesn't feel bad at all.]
[System 052: I feel like I'm going to such great lengths to make you smile, don't I?]
Qian Zhou: No, that wouldn’t be a mess.
Who would want to mess with a boy who has the same father as him?
Qianzhou touched his arm and felt goosebumps all over his body.
He lay on the table, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and found that the temperature was normal, so he casually placed his fingers on the table.
Qian Zhou rubbed his delicate and beautiful nose against the cuff of his cotton jacket, exhaled slowly, and began to sort out his thoughts bit by bit.
With his food supplies cut off, Wang Yuhe was forced to confess to a serious crime.
The wronged Wang Yuhe was sent to Beili. Who wants to see him kill innocent people?
And...the person who just delivered the note was not caught either.
A tangle of thoughts tangled in his brain like threads; if one thread was pulled tight, the others would strangle him.
Qian Zhou closed his eyes and tapped the table rhythmically with his fingertips. "Who are they..."
Since the request for peace was fake, the purpose of the envoys' trip was to bring him back to the Central Plains.
Are they so sure that Xiao Jintian won’t notice?
They are so bold as to be so presumptuous in Xiao Jintian's territory.
Qian Zhou spent too much energy today on intrigue and calculation.
In addition, the cold has just begun to appear, and the brain feels dizzy and tired.
According to 052, it means that today's energy has been used up and entered a low-energy state.
Qianzhou closed his eyes and dozed off.
Xiao Jintian had returned without knowing when.
Without concealing the footsteps at all, Qianzhou opened his eyes slightly and watched the door open.
Xiao Jintian had taken off his armor and was holding snacks in one hand.
Xiao Jintian closed the door and saw Qian Zhou lying there, so he leaned over and said, "You're still wrapped in a cotton robe in such a hot room, but you don't say a word to me and you don't touch the snacks."
Qian Zhou felt a large hand covering his forehead and said weakly, "No fever..."
Xiao Jintian put the snacks on the table, still six packs.
He touched Qianzhou's hair, raised his eyebrows and said, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Your waist? Your legs? Or..."
As he spoke, the hand on Qianzhou's back moved downwards. Xiao Jintian smiled and said, "...This? Should I massage you myself?"
Qian Zhou half-opened his eyes, still lying there motionless, as if even blinking would take a lot of his energy.
Xiao Jintian withdrew his hand, sat down, and looked at Qian Zhou quietly for a while.
He held Qianzhou's waist and legs and brought him to sit on his lap.
Qianzhou lowered his head and slowly raised his eyes. For the first time ever, he did not struggle or push him away.
Although he was very well behaved, Xiao Jintian frowned, gently touched Qianzhou's forehead, and asked:
"What’s wrong with you?"
Qian Zhou closed his eyes and spoke almost silently. Xiao Jintian was very close to him, and he could only make out what he said by the shape of his lips:
A little tired.
Xiao Jintian supported his weight, letting Qianzhou lean on his hand, and said for him, "So you're tired."
Qian Zhou was still able to fight against him even with a shoulder injury. On the battlefield and in the ring, he always looked glowing and unrestrained.
Now, like a star that has temporarily dimmed, it rests quietly in my arms, without making any noise or talking.
A distinct stinging pain crept up to the tip of my heart, and the phrase "vital energy is hard to maintain" turned into a pain that lingered all year round.
Every time I see Qianzhou like this.
Xiao Jintian is about to pay the price again for what he did in late autumn this year.
"Qianzhou..." Xiao Jintian called him softly.
Qian Zhou's eyelashes moved, and he said in a softer voice: "Don't call me..."
Xiao Jintian pressed the back of Qianzhou's head and asked him to rest his chin on his shoulder.
The room fell into a peaceful silence. Xiao Jintian had a rare opportunity to hold him like this and said, "Okay, don't scream."
By the end of the day, it was completely dark and only one candle was lit on the table.
The warm light reflected in Xiao Jintian's pupils, and he lowered his eyes to look at the table.
He held Qianzhou's waist even tighter.
The gray-black star-shaped ashes stuck to the base of the candle, not very noticeable, but Xiao Jintian had amazing eyesight.
The light-colored wax solidified on the metal base, sealing the ash inside.
Xiao Jintian pinched Qianzhou's fingers and wanted to lift his hand to take a look, but Qianzhou pulled it back.
This action seemed to have drained away all his strength. Qian Zhou's body softened and he fell on Xiao Jintian.
"You let Yin Wu watch me, and let Yin Chi follow me... Xiao Jintian... What do you suspect me of..."
Qian Zhou spoke very slowly, and Xiao Jintian heard every word clearly.
Qian Zhou felt dizzy and weak, which were signs of a cold. He turned his head and moved his mouth and nose away from Xiao Jintian.
If it's a common cold, it shouldn't be contagious...
He took a deep breath, coughed weakly a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "You still say that I am too thoughtful... It's obviously you... cough cough cough... It's you who don't believe me..."
Qian Zhou's cough became more and more severe. Xiao Jintian put him on the couch and poured water into the cup from the hot iron kettle on the stove.
When the drink was brought to Qianzhou's mouth, he turned his head away, took the cup himself, and drank it in small sips.
His black hair was scattered, and the dim light made his face look even paler. In just half a day, the illness took root.
Xiao Jintian covered him with a blanket, gripped Qianzhou's wrist, and said, "If you haven't lied to me in the slightest, I will trust you. But if you have, even the slightest, I will never tolerate you."
He spoke harshly, but his fingertips gently caressed Qianzhou's wrist and tucked it into the quilt.
"You are very good at manipulating people's hearts."
Xiao Jintian leaned closer, and the only candlelight was blocked by his tall body.
"You know I can't bear to be cruel to you at this time, so you just do whatever you want and act lawless."
"What did you burn on the table?" Xiao Jintian asked.
Qian Zhou still had no expression and replied softly, "Snack paper."
Xiao Jintian is so sharp and suspicious that Qian Zhou will never be able to truly trust him unless he cuts off all the threads that are involved.
"Qianzhou, are you burning snack paper?" Xiao Jintian watched him in the night. "Oil paper doesn't turn out this color."
"You have to be sincere in what you say casually."
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