Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 218
"What kind of incense are you smoking?"

Jing Chun smelled his clothes and didn't smell any special fragrance. He guessed the reason for the four pheromones, but he didn't know how to explain it or where the pheromones came from. .

Jing Chun simply followed Jiang Hejin's words and replied: "Maybe the nuns put some spices on their clothes. If you like it, you can ask later."

"is it?"

It's not like Jiang Hejin didn't check. Since the last time they smelled this fragrance, they asked the nuns who took care of Jing Chun, but the answer they got was that those nuns had never contaminated Jing Chun's room or clothes. What kind of spice? Now Jing Chun's answer made Jiang and Jin even more unsure.

Jiang Hejin gradually got closer, and the fragrance made him more and more tired. He gently leaned his forehead on Jing Chun's shoulder, just like a lonely ghost who had found his own grave outside, and his tired body was resting at this moment.

Jing Chun's body suddenly stiffened, obviously frightened, and he subconsciously wanted to push Jiang Hejin away, but the warm shoulder stopped Jing Chun's movement.

Jing Chun's hands were empty and he had no idea for a moment, "What are you... doing?"

Jiang Hejin closed his eyes tightly, and he quietly leaned on Jing Chun's shoulder, "Headache."

"I'm going to see the doctor."

Jiang Hejin hugged Jing Chun, who was about to get up, and couldn't help but feel the warm body temperature. He lay on Jing Chun's shoulder, "Just let me have a rest. There is no need to find the imperial doctor. I am too tired." ”

Jiang Hejin's tone was full of weariness. Jiang Hejin was like a little kitten craving for warmth. She was so docile that people couldn't bear to refuse.

A vague breath passed over Jing Chun's neck, which was a little numb. Jing Chun wanted to push it away, but when he thought of Jiang and Jin pressing acupuncture points for him in the carriage today, he gave up with his hands hanging in the air.

"But where is my book?" Jing Chun braced himself, "Now I am in good health, but you are not feeling well and don't have much strength, so it's time to return my little book to me."

No energy?
Do you really think Jiang and Jin can't feel the strain on Jing Chun's strength?If Jiang Hejin hadn't intentionally propped up half of his body, how could Jing Chun have been able to do so?
"You are a woman. The strength of men and women has always been mysterious. Even if a man is not in good health, he is still slightly better than you in terms of strength."

Jing Chun was a little disdainful, "You're already like this and you still want to say some great truths?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hejin pushed Jing Chun onto the bed with one force. With just one hand, he tightly restrained Jing Chun's hands and pressed them above his head, "This is not a rationale, it is a serious matter. fact."

Jing Chun tried to break free, but his strength was not as strong as Jiang Hejin's.

"Where do you have this headache in your body?"

"My body with a headache can trap you, let alone An Jianshi's body."

Jing Chun was still dissatisfied and used all his strength to let go of Jiang Hejin's hand. Just as he was about to open it, Jiang Hejin's quick eyesight and quick hands pressed down on Jing Chun's wrist.

Jiang Hejin's expression became more and more serious, "I don't agree to be a joke. You cannot match the strength of ordinary men. If you encounter a strong enemy, you must not be tough."

"I'm not asking for trouble, so how can I compete with ordinary men?"

"You won't ask for trouble. Trouble will find its way to you. Don't trust men easily, no matter how much you trust them."

Even he, Jiang Hejin, couldn't do it. Jiang Hejin would sometimes deceive Jing Chun.

Jiang Hejin's serious expressions really didn't look like he was joking. Jing Chun could only accept it and said, "I understand. Can you let go first? My hand hurts."

Hearing this, Jiang Hejin let go of his hands, pulled Jing Chun up again, and continued to lie on Jing Chun's shoulders, as if nothing happened.

"Why are you..."

"My head really hurts."

This man... is really...

Jing Chun also calmed down, "So? How can I return my book to me?"

"The book is in my arms." Jing Chun was a little wary, "You're not asking me to get it myself, are you?"

"That's what a disciple did, and I'm not one of them."

As he said that, Jiang Hejin searched for Jing Chun in his arms. Although he was searching, he never let go of Jing Chun.

But there is no book in this empty robe.

"It seems...lost."

Jiang Hejin's slightly surprised look was definitely not a joke.

"lost?"

Jing Chun actually started groping around Jiang Hejin's body, "Are you sure you put it in your arms? Didn't you notice it was gone when you were changing clothes?"

Jiang Hejin also took off his coat to prove his innocence, "It must have been in my arms. I was still holding him in my arms when I was changing clothes."

Jiang Hejin had already taken off everything, leaving only a thin shirt on and nothing.

"It's not really lost, is it?"

"Probably... so"

Jiang Hejin knew that he was in the wrong, and hesitatingly didn't know how to deal with this matter, so he sincerely replied: "Don't worry, I will buy you a new one when I get back. The title of the book is "Zhong Kui Catches Ghosts". Bar?."

Jing Chun was inevitably disappointed, but he also knew that it was not worth getting angry with Jiang Hejin over this trivial matter. After all, Jiang Hejin's loss was unintentional.

The two people's gazes were so close, and those sincere eyes made Jing Chun not know what to say for a moment, so he said with relief: "Forget it, it's not a valuable thing."

"Don't you like it very much? Why forget it?"

Jing Chun just realized that Jiang Hejin did have a headache. In the past, he had never said such words to Jing Chun, putting himself in someone else's shoes and empathizing with others.

This headache hurts a lot...

"I like it very much, but you didn't mean it. There is no need to get angry with you because of this."

"That's how it is..."

Seeing that Jiang Hejin was only wearing a shirt, their thin bodies were only covered with a hazy layer under the candlelight.

Jing Chun was not a lecherous person. He knew the difference between men and women. Thinking of Jiang Hejin's headache, he picked up his coat and put it on him.

But that cold and skinny body still made it difficult for a little girl like Jing Chun to be shy. She could only turn her face away and said, "I don't know who picked her up, but at least she didn't bury it."

"Wouldn't it be a pity if it was picked up by a calligrapher whom I don't know?"

Jing Chun was amused by Jiang Hejin's words, "You forgot, it's a little book, you can read it even if you don't know the characters."

"Besides," Jing Chun's smile deepened, "This incident also proves that His Highness Prince Li is not a perfect person, and there are times when he is careless."

Jiang Hejin also smiled, then picked up the quilt to cover Jing Chun, and wrapped Jing Chun in his arms.

Jing Chun was a little shocked, but did not choose to break away. How should I put it, with such a comforting gesture, Jing Chun would inevitably sink.

(End of this chapter)