Shen Jue squeezed the opponent's hand when Wen Yurong's hand touched his belt. He breathed a little, and his always pale lip color was a little unnaturally blush at this time, and there was even suspicious water on it, like a begonia after the rain, delicate and beautiful.

But those eyes are really arrogant, even at this moment. He stared at Wen Yurong, with commands in his tone, "Stop, Wen Yurong."

Wen Yurong looked no better than Shen Jue, but when he heard these words, he pressed his lower lip and stopped.

Shen Jue saw Wen Yurong stop her hand, and glanced at the side of the stone road, where there was no one. He was a little tired, so he simply leaned his whole person on Wen Yurong, regardless of whether the other person was uncomfortable or not, "What strange thing did you eat today?"

Wen Yurong looked down, and put one hand around Shen Jue's waist to prevent the other party from sliding down, "I drank tea."

His tone was a little low, at least compared with his previous enthusiasm.

Shen Jue snorted when he heard the words, raised his head, and touched Wen Yurong's face, "Next time, don't eat randomly. What if you are not alone?"

This said as if he helped Wen Yurong to solve it. In fact, he just added another fire to Wen Yurong, knowing that the other party was uncomfortable, so he had to lean in his arms.

Wen Yurong couldn't hear the joke in Shen Jue's tone, so he could only answer helplessly.

Shen Jue looked at Wen Yurong's head sweating and forcibly enduring, he pulled the corners of his lips, reached out his hand to circle the opponent's neck, and lowered his head, "Yu Lang is really good, good boy."

He gently touched the other's lips.

...

Tong Meng'er's medicine is very measured, it will make people feel confused, confused, but can return to normal after a while, not the kind of tiger wolf medicine that must be handled.

After all, she was not prepared to prevent Wen Yurong from coming to stage outside, she just wanted Shen Yongcheng to see that Wen Yurong was not someone he could pay attention to.

Shen Jue and Wen Yurong stayed in the pavilion for a while before Wen Yurong felt that the heat in the lower abdomen had gone down. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the emperor who was already asleep in his arms, and sighed helplessly.

...

Since that day, Shen Yongcheng's eyes have become more disciplined. He no longer secretly stares at Wen Yurong. It's just that the teenager can't hide his thoughts. When facing Shiji, he can't hold his smile and frown.

Shi Ji was surprised to see that Shen Yongcheng's face was even worse than him. He asked a few words, "What is the prince?"

Shen Yongcheng had a secret crush for the first time, and within a few days, he was completely broken because he actually fell in love with his uncle's lover. He thought that if Wen Yurong was not a man, he might still be a queen, after all, family background, appearance, and talent were there. Count it this way, is he a stepmother in love with him? At least fell in love with his aunt.

He couldn't tell anyone about this young man's mind, even his mother. If his mother knew, she would definitely have to strip him off.

But this kind of thing will be suffocated in my heart.

Shen Yongcheng looked at Shi Ji and felt that the other party was a guy with well-developed limbs and simple mind, so after thinking about it, he decided to tell the other party about his depressing thoughts.

"This king likes a person, but that person... that person has someone he likes." Shen Yongcheng looked at the high red palace wall not far away, with a bleak cloud on his face.

When Shi Ji heard this, he rolled his eyes uninterestedly, but said: "Forget it."

"Can not forget."

"Then grab it."

"Can't grab it." How could he have grabbed the emperor's uncle?

Shi Ji: "..."

Shi Ji said, "Do you want to drink, the prince?"

Shen Yongcheng lived to sixteen years old. He hadn't touched the wine. He was moved by Shi Ji's sentence. He asked the palace man to bring the wine to him immediately and drank with Shi Ji.

You drink one cup at a time. Shi Ji is used to being on the battlefield. Drinking is always in a bowl, but the wine is a throat-burning liquor. This small cup of palace wine can't make him drunk.

But Shen Yongcheng hadn't drunk it, and was drunk after only a few cups, and all the words in his heart poured out.

"Yulang...Why is Yulang the emperor's uncle's person? Oh, how come I can't get the emperor's uncle."

Shi Ji was drinking wine as water. Hearing Shen Yongcheng's words, his eyes widened suddenly, and he peeked forward, "Chu Jun, what are you talking about? Yulang? Wen Yurong? Are you talking nonsense, how could he be your majesty? People?"

Shen Yongcheng raised his head and looked at Shi Ji, with sadness in his eyes, "He is! I saw Yulang and Uncle Emperor kissing in the back garden for a long time, I...I dare not speak out, afraid of them saw me."

Shi Ji's expression instantly sank, and he didn't care about Shen Yongcheng who was drunk, got up and walked directly outside.

...

Now that the weather is getting warmer, Shen Jue's spirit is better and he can handle some memorials. Although Tong Meng'er is not willing to let Shen Jue distract him to do these things, Shen Jue does not want to put all the burden on Tong Meng'er alone.

Shen Jue didn't avoid Wen Yurong in handling the memorials, and even asked Wen Yurong to help him sort out the memorials. For example, ordinary Wanan memorials and tax memorials in various places need to be opened separately. Therefore, Wen Yurong reads every booklet first and then Shen Jue.

"Your Majesty." A palace man walked in from outside, "Master of Normal University, please."

Wen Yurong heard Shi Ji coming and glanced at Shen Jue next to him.

Shen Jue's eyes were on the memorial, and he snorted slightly, "Did he say anything?"

"Normal Master didn't say, but he looked a little anxious." The palace man replied.

Shen Jue thought about it, could it be that something happened to Shen Yongcheng?

"Let him in." He said.

Shi Ji came in soon, and he strode into the palace and saluted Shen Jue.

"Get up." Shen Jue stopped writing, leaned back and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, "What's the matter?"

Shi Ji naturally saw Wen Yurong sitting next to Shen Jue and the memorial opened in Wen Yurong's hands.

What kind of intimacy is this so that a courtier can read the memorial?

When did these two people become so close?

Shi Ji's gaze was so unceremonious that even Shen Jue, who was exhausted, could not help but straighten up, his face sinking.

"Shi Ji, who taught you to be so unruly? Shi Haoran taught it? Or did your grandfather teach it?"

These words were very heavy, and I brought them directly to the teacher's residence.

But Shi Ji suffocated his neck without accepting defeat, "Does your majesty think that the minister does not understand the rules? Then why can Master Wen sit next to your majesty and read the memorial?"

Wen Yurong didn't seem to expect Shi Ji to be so courageous, he dared to talk back to Shen Jue directly, and also took him in the words, his eyes changed, he wanted to hint Shi Ji, let Shi Ji kneel down quickly, but Shi Ji was so stunned. Busy to breathe with Shen Jue, his big eyes widened round, and he looked not afraid of death.

Shen Jue laughed angrily when he saw this, grabbed the tea cup on the desk and threw it at Shi Ji, "Okay, Shi Ji, when is it your turn to teach the lonely?"

Shen Jue was not allowed to lose it, and the tea cup fell to the ground before it even touched Shi Ji. Shi Ji didn't even look at the tea cup on the ground. "Your Majesty was told something unspeakable by the minister, so he was so angry?"

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Not responsible for the small theater:

Shi Ji: You explain clearly, do you like the vixen next to you? !

Shen Jue:...

Shi Ji (don't give up, don't forgive): What's so good about a vixen? Are we cute? what! You touched someone on the bed last time, you are responsible for touching it. You have slapped all the bear hair.

Shen Jue: ...Don't talk nonsense.

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