MTL - Want to Ascend? Then Fall in Love-Chapter 112 One hundred and eleventh

Chapter 112

In these days of deep coma, Shen Qingxian is very busy.

This forced palace has already reduced the losses to a minimum, and all those who died are sinful people. As long as the reactionary coup, the turmoil is unavoidable.

Shen Qingxian did not want to let the country continue to chaos, nor did he want the people to suffer. Therefore, after he took office, he implemented a series of policies to benefit the people, in order to appease the people.

In a few short years, the gold country was destroyed, the Indian country was destroyed, the new country was established, and the new monarchs were enthroned. The people are most concerned about life in the future.

What Shen Qingxian has to do now is to give them hope.

To be a good power, busy is inevitable.

Shen Qingxian also wants to be busy with himself. The heavier the better, the best is not to think about anything.

No matter how busy, he has to rest when he is still in the dead.

There is a person sleeping in his bedroom, a person who has not been awake for a long time.

Shen Qingxian didn't dare to go back at first. He was afraid to see him. He was afraid of remembering the scene where he saved himself and was afraid of seeing his clear eyes. He was even more afraid of his sigh—I owe you.

He owes him...he said he owes him...

Actually, what does he owe him...

Since ancient times, the king has lost, and the replacement of the dynasty is the most ruthless and unrighteous. Who is wrong with who is wrong, and who is judged clearly.

Shen Qingxian did not dare to think deeply, because once he thought about it, the barriers built in his heart would be like castles on the beach, and the tides would be ruined.

He couldn't see him, but he was thinking about it every day.

Hearing that the doctor said that he was out of danger, he let out a sigh of relief; he heard that the doctor said that his wound was gradually recovering, and he was relieved; the person who heard the service said that although he was still in a coma, he could still eat, and his heart was raised with a burst of joy.

He is diligent and good at politics. The country is on the right track every day. The political power is firmer day by day. He is so young, no one will remember the heirs. All of them are on his mind and fully cooperate with him to develop the country.

After a few months of hard work, everything stabilized. Shen Qingxian almost forgot the two years, as if he was the throne he had taken over from his father, as if the trajectory of history should have been like it, as if the Indian family who gave him a nightmare never did. Appeared.

But... there are individuals who are printed on his soul.

After no longer busy, Shen Qingxian had a rest time, and the big sleep brought him a lingering dream.

At first he was very resistant. In order not to dream of himself, he couldn’t do it, but he couldn’t dream of it overnight. His heart was empty.

His near attendant whispered softly: "Your Majesty, please take care of your body."

The emperor who diligently loves the people must be very loved. The extraordinary ability and the heart of love that Shen Qingxian displayed in such a short time made the person who followed him convinced and let him have great prestige.

He had a very personal charm, and he was deeply acquainted with the emperor's technique. He was able to carry out a policy with a tight degree. No one could pick out the mistakes and only admire him.

Shen Qing’s string seems to inadvertently ask: "How is he?"

莺啼 whispered: "The situation is very stable, and it is not bad."

Is it good?

I didn’t look at him for a few months. Shen Qingxian thought that he would not remember his appearance. But I know that it’s just like this flooding, it’s like a flood that opened the gate, and a lot of memories roll out. It’s a dream or a The reality is always him.

When you laugh, when you are sad, when you are in love, when you are in pain...

Shen Qingxian slammed up.

He was shocked and asked him, "Your Majesty?"

Shen Qingxian coveted: "Look at him alone." Then he walked to the back hall, and he quickly followed.

Regarding the Yin Jiuyuan of lethargy, no one in the entire palace dared to discuss one sentence.

It is too taboo. Shen Qingqin's singularity and singularity are unique. The palace people don't even think about it, but how dare to talk nonsense.

Shen Qingxian stepped into the palace step by step, and when the eyes were close, the heart began to violently beat uncontrollably.

He shouldn't have come, but when he got here, he knew that he couldn't manage the legs, just like the heart in his chest.

At the moment of pushing in the door, he was calm when he saw the man who was in a coma.

All the entanglements of all the pains have disappeared.

He stood on the side of the bed and looked at him condescendingly.

The man in the sleepy man was still so handsome, the pain didn't make him wandering, and he didn't lose his spirit from the edge of death. He seemed to be sleeping lion, and he would open his eyes and shred the prey in the next moment. throat.

Shen Qingxian looked quietly and reached out and touched him.

Immediately after being burned to the general, his fingertips curled up, but he did not recover.

I bowed my head and didn't dare to think about anything.

Shen Qingxian stayed here for a long time, maintaining this movement, quietly watching for a long time.

No one dares to disturb, no one will speak out, as if the whole world has fallen into the silence of the night.

- Silence but not deserted.

Shen Qingxian finally compromised and compromised with his heart.

He missed him, wanted to see him, and wanted to be closer to him.

The past life is worth mentioning, the world is also a good thing, everything is gone, he wants to know how... no need to have any scruples.

Shen Qing’s string raised his lips, and the smile that evoked seemed like the blooming plum in the frosty snow.

Shen Qing string sounds briskly: "Hey, prepare, let alone live here."

The heart is shocked, but the sound is extremely calm: "According to the purpose."

Shen Qingxian moved back to the palace, and he lived in the same place with the coma. At first, the outsiders waited for the meal to see him. Later, he took the work himself and carefully ate for him.

I don't know if it is his illusion. He always felt that he was particularly obedient when he fed him, and he also ate more.

Shen Qingxian’s heart was a little sweet and soft, and there were more smiles on his face.

He made a lottery outside at night, and when he was busy, he went back to the house to rest.

The waiter has helped me to finish the daily washing and changing clothes.

Shen Qingxian took off his coat and kneeled beside him, sleeping a sweetr feeling than a dream.

No dreams, no panic, only endless peace of mind.

His mood is getting better and better, he is getting more and more happy, and the efficiency of handling government affairs is much higher.

The subjects outside are only boasting his kindness and love. They are a generation of sages, but the inner ministers in the palace are very embarrassed.

Especially oh...

They are close together and look better than anyone else.

It is said that the prince was the ban of the former king of India. He said that now... I am afraid that it is more than that.

His majesty is reckless, he is willing to take his place, and the feelings that can be paid are not recoverable.

Now that the former prince is not awake, his majesty can still be "shouldered" with him, if he wakes up...

When I think of it, I can’t help but feel a little distressed.

His Majesty is a good commander. He is more diligent than the old king of the Golden State. He is better than the old king of India. He has shown them a rich and happy future. They love him and they also feel bad about him.

His Majesty and the former prince are destined. I can't solve my life, but love is hate.

Shen Qingxian didn't want to do this. He only thought that this time he was very happy, and he was not so happy in this life.

Putting down the country and hating the family, and letting go of his status, he is eager for his temperature, as if he had gone to the dream that has always attracted him.

that's nice……

Shen Qingxian is willing to live this endlessly.

After half a year of hard work, Gu sees that the body is gradually stable, and the doctor has no longer been treated daily. Shen Qingxian has never asked him when he woke up.

Because he didn't want him to wake up, he woke up and woke up.

Maybe it is really necessary to wake up, and when you look deep, you have to wake up, and Shen Qingxian should wake up.

So Shen Qingxian, who hasn't dreamed for a long time, dreams again.

Sleeping in the eyes of Gu Jianshen, he dreamed of seeing deep.

It is a very beautiful place, a large piece of red leaves cover the sky, Shen Qingxian is hard to imagine that there will be such a huge phoenix wood in the world, it seems to be connected to the sky, standing in the world.

Among the bright red phoenix flowers, a man in red clothes smiled back.

The beautiful red dragonfly that makes people breathe and stagnate makes people forget the beauty of the beauty together, and people can only hear the gentle sight of the heartbeat.

Shen Qingxian looked quietly, and if he saw the fairyland on earth.

The man chuckled at him: "Come here."

Shen Qingxian passed, and he walked over to him, let him hold him, let him kiss him.

Sweet and fragrant in the woods, bright red filled the world, lit up the soul, and pointed out the thoughts.

He asked him: "Do you like it?"

Shen Qing Xiandao: "Like."

Love this beauty? No, I like this person more.

His heart is like a person who has loved for generations.

He kissed him down, his heartbeat was fast, but he was not willing to resist.

His kiss is very light and gentle, like a baby in the palm of his hand, afraid of scaring him, afraid of scaring him, and afraid that he is not happy.

This kind of care, so carefully cared for, this kind of love is thick.

Shen Qingxian only wants him to be more forceful, eager, and even rude.

Because then he will think that this is not a dream of lightness, not a beautiful idea, not a vain past life...

It’s really a dream to come here. He did as he wished, increased his strength, kissed him with emotions, kissed him with enthusiasm, and kissed him dizzy.

The two men lost their clothes in this open-air place...

Shen Qingxian was full of eyes and he said: "Go...go to the house."

He smiled at him with a beautiful voice: "Is this not good?"

Ok? Empty outside, cold and windy trees, large flamboyant phoenix flowers...

Shen Qing’s string trembled: “Okay...”

He kissed him hard and eagerly requested it.

Shen Qingxian has never experienced sex, but in the dream it seems to taste delicious, without any discomfort, but rather sweet as natural.

The sweetness of lovers is always inexhaustible. Shen Qingxian is intoxicated in beautiful dreams and enjoys the ultimate happiness.

At the end, he opened his eyes violently, as if falling from reality into reality, the heat was dissipated, leaving only the biting cold.

Shen Qing’s string looked at the credit, not only when it was today.

He moved and thought of getting up and washing, but his hand was held.

Shen Qingxian a glimpse... turned his head to a pair of deep scorpions.

The heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he stared at him dumbly, completely unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Gu Jian got up and held his face and kissed his lips.

Real heat, true breath, true kiss.

Shen Qingxian couldn't move anymore, but Gu Shen was already invaded into his mouth and set off a terrible wave.

"Well..." Shen Qingxian made a sweet voice, but she couldn’t stand it even though she couldn’t help it.

He turned over and gestured strong, and could not help but say.

Shen Qingxian stared at the eyes, and the numbness of the bones made him lose his mind.

He opened his mouth slightly and breathed like a fish that was short of water, but it couldn't alleviate the irritating desire of the scalp.

Is it a dream?

It is true.

It’s so painful, but so happy...

What happened to him?

Shen Qingxian fell into the unspeakable sea of ​​hope.

When I woke up, Shen Qingxian was completely worn out like a wheel.

He snorted and moved a little, but it was a hot kiss.

Shen Qingxian’s hoarse voice: “Don’t...”

Unfortunately, the man has pressed him...

Endless thirst is like burning him.