After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 90 The hero is its sleeping furnace!

After working for a long time, at dusk, Xiao Lu was so tired that he lay on the sandalwood table like a dog, the feathers on his body were still fluttering with panting.

The room returned to its original state, and it narrowed its eyes.

Surrounding the surrounding area, the tables and chairs carved out of high-quality sandalwood are carved with different patterns in detail, the faint fragrance of sandalwood fills the surroundings, and the hollow carved window tallow shoots the light of the setting sun. .

Qiongluo jade tent carved beams and painted buildings.

Through the bead curtain like raindrops, one can see Shen Yanjin sitting on the edge of the bed in a suit of cloudy and wide sleeves. His long hair is tightly tied with a light gray headband, with delicate features, his expression carries a trace of imperceptible fatigue. .

"Chirp."

Xiao Lu flew up from the sandalwood table, crossed the bead curtain and landed on the lap of the person next to the bed, turned around a few times, and then obediently lay down.

"Jiujiu." It called in a daze, its eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally it could only close slowly.

Xiao Ling found that Shen Yanjin had a faint smell of grass and sandalwood, like a tripod sleeping furnace, every time he was by his side, the quality of sleep was very good, but when he was away from him, he felt as if his body was being hollowed out, although he could sleep, but I always have all kinds of dreams.

It slept very well this time. When it woke up, it was dark, and the night cicada's cry was continuously whispering in its ears. It subconsciously wanted to raise its wings and rub its eyes, but was stunned to find that it was not a hand, and raised its head. , shaking red against the shadow of the candle, looked at Shen Yanjin who was sitting at the desk.

He was flipping through the books slowly, with a serious expression on his indifferent face.

Slipping his wide sleeves, he picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and made circles on the waxy yellow paper. After putting down the pen, he got up with a rustle. The long clothes fit his body very well and were tailor-made. so-so.

Thinking of how this little bastard was still a dwarf four years ago, Xiao Ling couldn't help snickering.

Perhaps because of its movement, Shen Yanjin at the desk raised his drooping eyelids slightly, raised his hand, and five fingers as white as jade were exposed from the cloud sleeves, delicate and beautiful.

this action...

Xiao Lu withdrew his snicker, spread his wings with bright eyes, and flew towards the people in the dimly lit place.

Standing on that shiny index finger, Xiao Ling tilted his head, and chirped a few times towards the person in front of him, from which he could hear the joyful voice.

As usual, Shen Yanjin rubbed its feathers with his thumbs, and flipped through the books on the table.

……

The next day, Shen Yan would like to change Yun Luo's wide sleeves, and put on the court clothes sent by his servants last night.

This dusty color, if it was on others, it would be like a poor scholar in the township, but Shen Yanjin's body does not look poor at all, on the contrary, it shows a different taste.

Xiao Lu was still the same as before, tucked into his sleeve pocket, and entered the palace with him to meet the emperor.

The one-year period has come, and the emperor thought that the legs of the handsome young man had already healed, but it was rumored that he was assassinated in Shenjiazhuang, and his injuries were even more serious.

The emperor was furious about this, and sent someone to find out who would dare to touch the officials under his nose.

When Shen Yanjin was pushed into the Golden Palace in a wheelchair, countless eyes fell on his face that could not be ignored. Seeing his brows were thick and pale, he knew that he was really injured, and the injury was not serious. .

He raised his hand in salute: "My lord, Shen Yan would like to see the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, dear to the emperor."

"Flat body."

The emperor sighed deeply, and asked solemnly, "How is Shen Aiqing recently?"

(End of this chapter)