It turned out that a female dog fell in a pool of blood, and next to her was a white-haired puppy, who looked lonely and helpless.

Shi Jun felt compassion and picked up the puppy. The female dog stretched out her paw with her dying breath, then slid down and died.

The puppy made a faint cry, and Shi Jun seemed to see his mother and himself. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried hard to hold back his emotions. He

stroked the female dog's eyelids and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

He held the puppy and asked someone to dig a hole on the side of the road to bury the female dog.

The wide sleeves held the puppy in his arms, as if it was the warmest nest in the world.

This was a misplaced healing, and Shi Jun felt a little better. Under his touch, the puppy slowly fell asleep.

After returning to the palace, he went straight to Penglai Palace without caring about anything.

At this moment, Xu Mian had just finished washing up and was making a handmade round fan on the beauty couch. It was a little toy that Pei Yu sent to the palace to kill time. She

was too focused and didn't notice the tall man coming in until he came to her and called softly, "Mianmian?"

Xu Mian looked up and saw Shi Jun holding a white puppy in his arms.

"Where did you come from?"

Shi Jun sat beside her, and Xu Mian reached out to touch the puppy, revealing her love.

"Mianmian, shall we raise this puppy together?"

Xu Mian had never raised a puppy before, but he estimated that it was similar to raising a cat, and agreed: "Okay."

"Do you want to hug it?" Shi Jun was afraid that Xu Mian would not like it, so he was cautious.

Xu Mian took the puppy in her arms. It woke up, with a pair of bright eyes, showing gentleness and anxiety.

"Your Highness, give it a name..."

Xu Mian spoke to avoid stuttering, and spoke a few words at a time.

"Mian Mian, why not call it Jun Mian?"

Jun Mian? Xu Mian wondered if a puppy needed such a complicated name? But she could tell that the last word was her name.

She smiled and said, "Why not call it... Ah Jun?"

Shi Jun lovingly pulled her palm and wrote a word, 'Jun'.

He wrote too fast, Xu Mian said coquettishly: "Write slowly, I can't see clearly."

He wanted her to know his name, but was afraid that she would know it, so he smiled and said: "Just call it Ajun, Mianmian should hold it every day and keep it by your side. Remember?"

"Okay."

Xu Mian always felt that Shi Yan was not right today, as if he had suffered a serious injury. Although he tried his best to smile, he looked tired and haggard.

Tonight they bathed the puppy Ajun and fed him goat milk.

"Tomorrow I will ask someone to build a small nest for the puppy."

The puppy was very attached to Xu Mian, because it was still young, and its barking sounded like sobbing.

At night, the two washed up in the gauze tent.

Shi Jun gently stroked Xu Mian's soft hair, infatuated with the light orange blossom scent on her body, which was very sweet and alluring.

Xu Mian wanted to ask why he was in so much pain last night, and even today she was forcing herself to hold back, and almost went to tell Queen Xiao about it.

"Your Highness?"

Shi Jun kissed her cheek, soft and smooth, his lips brushed the down on her face, and there was an indescribable breath that made his heart beat.

"What do you want to say, Mian Mian?"

Xu Mian raised her big eyes and asked tentatively, "Does it still hurt?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, and the sudden concern was a kind of care that touched Shi Jun's heart.

"Have you been worried about me today, Mianmian?"

"Yes."

His fingertips stroked her eyebrows, nose tip, and landed on her delicate lips, caressing the soft red lips.

"There is only one medicine in the world that can cure my pain, are you willing to help, Mianmian?"

Why does this sound familiar?

Isn't it the same thing that he said when Shi Yan called her in the garden that day and the two of them chased back to Penglai Palace?

Xu Mian pulled up the quilt, frowned slightly, and stared at Shi Jun with pursed lips. Is this boy poisoned by charm again?

It doesn't look like it. It's different from the fiery look that day. Even now, his face is pale, and he looks thinner after not seeing him for half a day.

Shi Jun was touched by her cute gesture and leaned closer to her, with warm breath flowing between them.

"Mian Mian, when will you stop being so scared?"

He stroked her hair, "Don't be afraid, I'll keep my word when I say I'll wait for you."

Xu Mian was a little dazed, Shi Yan had really changed. She had secretly liked Pei Yu in the past because of his calmness and gentle temperament, but she never thought that Shi Yan could be so deep one day.

Xu Mian, you are so lucky.

With secret joy in his heart, he excitedly stretched out his white and tender hands to hook around Shi Jun's neck, his eyes sparkling, captivating and bewitching.

Noticing her unprecedented initiative, he was just stunned, then slowly tightened his arms and held her in front of his chest.

Her lips were fragrant and sweet, and he kissed her with restraint and forbearance, just like the habit

he had developed over the years. The long and soft kisses fell around her ears, and they melted Xu Mian's body and mind, which were covered with wounds.

Shi Jun had injuries on his back, but he endured the pain in a way that made her feel comfortable.

Xu Mian exhaled lightly between their lips, and the sound was seductive.

The fragrance was dizzying and intoxicating.

At the outer corner of Penglai Palace was a half-empty abandoned space, with a lonely figure leaning against the wall.

The candlelight in the main hall was dim until late at night. It was the flame burning the inkstone.

He controlled himself not to think about what he had found inside, but just calculated that someone would come to knock on the door.

Sure enough, there was an urgent knock on the door of Penglai Palace. This was a matter that Shi Yan had brought up during the day, a reason to trick the fake prince out of Penglai Palace.

The palace was full of ambiguity and sweetness.

Interrupted by the sound outside the door, Shi Jun pulled the light gauze dress onto the shoulders of the beauty.

"What's the matter?"

The guard reported: "Your Highness, Lord Li from the Ministry of Works came to request a water conservancy plan for tomorrow's morning court."

Because he had been out for most of the day and had not dealt with government affairs, and now he had to report to the court tomorrow morning, Shi Jun had to get up. There was

still a smudge on Xu Mian's face, which was heart-warming.

Shi Jun stroked her head, "Mian Mian, go to sleep."

"Yeah."

He gave her a reluctant kiss on the forehead, got off the bed, and pulled the brocade robe on the ebony hanger.

After watching him leave Penglai Hall and the procession go far away, Shi Yan quickly climbed over the wall and went in.

He didn't dare to go in through the main gate, but he knew that the large windows on the side of Penglai Hall could be opened from the outside, which was done during the renovation.

Entering the main hall, the candles in the hall were extinguished, and only the moonlight came in faintly.

A stove of elegant incense rose slowly.

Shi Yan took off the human skin mask, revealing his true face, and stood on tiptoe to close the other two windows, and locked the door from the inside.

Everything was ready, and he walked to the bed.

The beauty was sleeping on her side inside the gauze curtains, her long black hair like a waterfall, casually scattered beside the brocade pillow.

Shi Yan leaned over and stretched out his hand to brush aside a few strands of hair.

The thin fingertips caressed the delicate jade-like face, waking Xu Mian up. She squinted her eyes and saw that it was Shi Yan. She was too sleepy to think about why he came back.

She said sweetly: "Your Highness..."

She turned around and stretched out her arms to him.

This action made Shi Yan feel warm and painful. He could finally hold her in his arms.

But she wanted to get into the man's arms, which was a habitual action she developed from getting along with the fake prince.

Even though he felt sad, Shi Yan still leaned on the bed, stretched his arms under her neck, and wrapped her in his hot arms.

"Mianmian, do you miss me?... I miss you very much."

He wanted to tell her that the stab wound on his chest was no longer a problem, and the Persian cat Afu was not dead.

But he couldn't say anything, so he pulled her hand and put it on his cheek, "Mianmian, touch me, this is your husband..."