They hugged each other tightly, and the thumping of their heartbeats made them lose their strength and weaken their limbs in embarrassment.
"Wan'er..."
Shen Qianyu lowered his head and muttered with a pair of eyes full of earnestness: "Back then, Qin Rao threw me into a mastiff fighting ring..."
"The mastiff scratched here."
He held Song Wan's hand and placed it on the back of his waist, gently tracing the scar that had healed for many years.
Song Wan's face was filled with a smile of understanding: "Wan'er, help Your Highness blow it, it won't hurt anymore."
"snort."
Shen Qianyu snorted softly, as if protesting that she was too perfunctory.
He buried his head in Song Huan's neck and said with aggrieved words: "I was tied to a stable by her and lay in the snow all night."
Song Wan touched his ears and rubbed them gently: "Your Highness must have been very cold at that time, right?"
"It's okay. What does it mean for a man to spend a night in the snow? I have experienced even the most difficult environment."
Raising his hands to hug the aggrieved prince, Song Wan's heart had already turned into a puddle of water.
The more she got along with the prince, the more she felt sorry for him.
I even wish I could hold someone warm in my arms all the time.
No one in the world knew what he had experienced, Song Wan thought, if she didn't ask today, maybe he would never mention it again in this life.
She couldn't help but hug the man's neck, leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Wan'er..."
"Wan'er..."
Shen Qianyu trapped the person tightly in his arms, and the grievance in his eyes was gradually replaced by ambition. The lust in his eyes became thicker. He lowered his head and whispered in Song Wan's ear: "Do you dislike it?"
Does she despise his body, his experience, even his humble struggle to survive?
He wanted to ask, but for a moment he didn't know how to ask, and in the end he just calmed down to the word "西".
Although the words were not finished, Song Wan had a glimpse of its true meaning.
She pinched Shen Qianyu's ear, which was so red that it burned her fingertips, and smiled softly: "I don't mind."
"Then I...then I..."
Shen Qianyu stretched out his hand tremblingly and took off a golden hairpin from Song Wan's head.
She didn't stop or dodge, but the man stared at her and took off the hairpin she wore on her head.
Song Wan still said nothing, but watched Shen Qianyu's movements with a smile.
The man carefully took off all her hair accessories, leaned into her ear and said, "If you don't mind, I will bully my master and destroy my ancestors."
Song Wan covered his face and burst into laughter, and Shen Qianyu also laughed, until he couldn't even see his face.
When she stopped laughing, Shen Qianyu reached out to the black hair scattered on the bed, solemnly picked up a lock and entangled it in his hair.
His eyes were serious, his hand movements also stopped, and he tirelessly tied the knot over and over again.
It's just that their hair is smooth and can't be tangled together.
Song Wan saw the man's expression change from pious to panic. She stood up with a smile, took out their long hair from his hands, and tied them together with a knot.
"It's so strong that it will never fall apart."
The man chuckled lowly and held him under his body again.
Shen Qianyu looked at Song Wan, his heart bulging.
After watching for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage to lower his head and remove the pearl plate buckle on her neck.
The girl's skin was as delicate and fair as fat, and Shen Qianyu lowered her head and leaned forward.
Song Wan closed his eyes in shame.
“……”
Warm liquid dripped on her face. Song Wan opened his eyes blankly and saw blood pouring from under Shen Qianyu's nose.
"Your Highness?"
She was startled, and hurriedly pushed away the man who was covering his mouth and nose blankly, and wiped him with a towel that had fallen beside the bed.
"Do you want to call the imperial doctor?"
Shen Qianyu hurriedly shook his head: "No, no."
Wan'er 90%25 didn't know this, but he knew it. If the imperial doctor knew about it, how would he lose face in the future?
"No problem, I'm fine."
Just as she was talking, Song Wan's handkerchief was stained a little red. She was panicking and was about to get out of bed, but was pulled painfully by the hair tied together by the two of them.
"Wan'er, don't be busy, don't be busy."
After wiping the end of his nose, Shen Qianyu looked miserable. He hugged the person again, but his face was extremely ashamed.
"Is your Highness really okay?"
"Don't ask questions about me."
He was really ashamed to answer.
Song Wan took a handkerchief and wiped it gently for him. He was relieved when he saw that it had calmed down for a while and no bleeding occurred.
Shen Qianyu carried Song Wan to the washstand to wash his hands and face, and then carried Song Wan back to the bed.
He didn't want to be separated from Song Wan for a moment.
"Wan'er, can I stay at Lai Yi Pavilion today?"
"Your Majesty, you can stay wherever you want."
"Wan'er, are you willing?"
Shen Qianyu said dullly: "If Wan'er doesn't want to, I will go back..."
"Wan'er is willing."
She chuckled softly, full of love and tolerance.
After tucking the person into the quilt, Shen Qianyu also flipped in neatly. Holding Song Wan in his arms, he couldn't help but become distracted again.
The man traced the outline of Song Wan's face carefully with his fingertips, but felt that nothing was enough to express his love.
The two of them hugged each other, and Shen Qianyu pulled off her outer shirt. Just when she was about to take another step, she heard bursts of noise coming from far and near in the palace.
Hengzhi stood outside the door and gently knocked on the door: "Your Highness, Chenghui, something happened in the palace."
Shen Qianyu frowned and lay motionless on the quilt without saying a word, but Song Wan hurriedly pushed him.
"Your Highness, please don't delay your business."
The man raised his head sadly and stood up obediently, not daring to show any reluctance.
Shen Qianyu took the silver scissors in the sewing basket and cut off their entangled hair. Shen Qianyu carefully put it into his arms, and then turned around to help Song Wan put on his coat.
When they were about to take action, Heng Zhi outside the door said hurriedly: "Your Highness, the Queen has collapsed."
"The Queen collapsed?"
Song Wan frowned slightly, but Shen Qianyu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The queen collapsed!
He had just been intimate with Wan'er. The queen would have died sooner or later. But now?
As if reading his thoughts, Song Wan shook his head slightly.
"The Queen has died. As the Crown Prince, Your Highness needs to report to the Imperial Ancestral Temple and go to Jiyan Palace to offer sacrifices."
"And in the next three days, we need to send hundreds of officials to worship the Meridian Gate and Zhongshan. There are still many things to be busy with. Your Highness, please go quickly."
Song Wan raised his hand and gently stroked the mark of slave on his shoulder: "It's just flesh and blood, your highness, don't care about it."
The pain on the flesh can still be borne, but it cannot be done if it is burned into his heart.
Not long after, Heng Zhi reported that Ji Rong asked for an audience. Song Wan pushed Shen Qianyu, who was still unhappy: "It must be Ji Rong who has sent mourning clothes. I will change the clothes for His Highness."
Taking the mourning clothes from Ji Rong, Song Wan helped him put them on without forgetting to give careful instructions: "Mourning clothes need to be worn for twenty-seven days, and plain clothes need to be worn for a hundred days after taking off the clothes. Your Highness, please remember to pay more attention to your underwear, shoes and socks, and don't wear them here." The truth comes down from the top.”
"Your Highness remembers..."
Song Wan warned carefully, and Shen Qianyu listened quietly, as if they were just like an ordinary couple, loving each other and discussing things with each other.
The prince quickly left after getting dressed, and Song Wan also asked Heng Zhi Heng Wu to replace the red lantern in the Yi Pavilion.
It was getting dark the next day, and Shen Qianyu received an imperial edict to offer sacrifices to the Meridian Gate, Zhongshan and other gods on behalf of Emperor Wenhui.
After finally finishing the Queen's funeral, the Nanqing envoy officially handed over a note to Emperor Wen Hui, saying that they would come to visit.
The court was shaken for a moment, and no one knew what Nan Qing's intentions were.
Before Shen Qianyu could return from Zhongshan, another imperial edict was issued.
The Nanqing envoy personally named Shen Qianyu and asked him to come and greet him.
