After being thoroughly violated, he ran away with the enemy emperor's child.

Along with the ointment, a book was also taken out, and the character "Spring" could be vaguely seen on it.

"…Mo Yan! When did you let him in?"

"When Aci was washing her face."

Pulling his arm around Chu Junci's waist, Mo Yan led him to a page: "Last time, Aci said she liked this position, so today is the perfect time to put it into practice."

Chu Junci finally saw the posture that had puzzled him before. He saw that the people in the painting were holding hands, and one of them was...

The lines outlined their robes and profiles, and he recognized them almost immediately as himself and Mo Yan.

"This was painted by me."

Mo Yan, as if seeking credit, said, "When I was young, my tutor praised me for my skill in painting, saying that my paintings were lifelike. At first, I didn't take it seriously, but now it seems..."

"That's excellent."

"..."

Chu Junci didn't want to know how it was good. He nudged Mo Yan's chest and said, "I'm sleepy."

Chu Junci quickly lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and pretended that he was already asleep.

In his half-asleep state, he felt a slight itch on his chin and his neck felt damp.

When he opened his eyes, he found Mo Yan nestled in his arms, nibbling and biting at his shoulders and neck.

"Ink, Yan!"

His Adam's apple bobbed as Mo Yan kissed his cheek: "Aci, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Touch it, touch it..."

Her wrist was being held and pushed towards the brocade quilt. Chu Junci shook off Mo Yan's hand: "Touch it yourself, don't bother me."

"A-Ci has such a cruel heart."

Feeling that he shouldn't be the only one suffering, Mo Yan suddenly crawled into the brocade quilt and groped towards Chu Junci's underpants.

"Mo Yan!"

Holding tightly to his underpants, Chu Junci tried to kick, but Mo Yan grabbed his ankle.

"My dear Aci, let me see your red birthmark."

"Get out of here."

Chu Junci gritted her teeth and kicked wildly with both legs. She didn't know where she kicked, but Mo Yan suddenly groaned and crawled out of the quilt with a pale face.

Deserve it.

Chu Junci thought to himself and wrapped himself up tightly in the quilt.

Beside him, Mo Yan took a full quarter of an hour to recover before pinching Chu Junci's cheek: "If you kick me and break me, I'll see what you do in the future."

Chu Junci ignored him, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Perhaps he was really tired, because he soon fell into complete darkness.

When he woke up again, Mo Yan had already left. Lu Shu brought him hot water to wash his face: "His Majesty went to court. Before he left, he instructed the kitchen to prepare a nourishing soup for Chen Jun."

"A nourishing soup?"

Chu Junci was puzzled. Why would Mo Yan prepare a nourishing soup for him out of the ordinary?

He quickly understood.

Sitting at the dining table, he looked at the table full of "nourishing soups," his face ashen.

Lu Shu stood in front of the table and introduced it to him: "This is lamb penis soup."

As he spoke, he used silver chopsticks to part the fat, revealing the tender, stewed ingredients: "Western Region lamb, stewed with goji berries over low heat, has been simmered for a full two hours."

"This is beef broth..."

That's enough.

Chu Junci interrupted him: "Take it away, I don't need it."

"But His Majesty said..."

Lu Shu glanced at him cautiously: "His Majesty ordered that you must make sure that Chen Jun finishes all the soup."

"He can drink it himself if he wants."

Chu Junci gritted his teeth: "I will not drink this kind of stuff."

After saying that, he turned and left the dining table, going to the bedside.

He reached into the hidden compartment with his fingertips and pulled out two items: a book and a bottle of ointment.

In the end, the books were thrown into the charcoal brazier, and the ointment was thrown out the window.

After doing all this, Chu Junci sat by the window and read a book.

Yong Kingdom values ​​literature, while Zhao Kingdom values ​​martial arts. The books in his hands were specially found for him by Mo Yan. He has a good memory and can remember everything he reads, so he can finish reading a book in almost a day.

Before long, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his profile. Chu Junci put down his book and looked out the window.

It snowed last night, and everything outside the window was white. Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind—

The sky was covered in white snow, and snowflakes were falling from the sky.

In the snow, a man holds a boy's hand and writes the words "You depart" in the snow.

"Ah Ling, I don't know how much longer I can stay with you. Maybe I can wait until you come of age, maybe not."

"But I've already decided on your name; how about 'Jun Ci'?"

The boy nodded: "Father, I really like this word."

"good."

The man ruffled his hair: "My Ah Ling has been sensible since she was little, and she has never caused me any worry."

"Father..."

The boy's eyes reddened slightly as he reached out and hugged the man.

At twelve years old, he had just reached his father's chest. He hugged him tightly, afraid that he would never see him again.

"Don't be afraid. Everyone has to go through this life eventually, even the emperor is no exception."

The man sighed: "Before I leave, I'll take care of everything for you."

"You and A-Li are both my sons. If that day ever comes, you must support each other so that you can go the distance together, understand?"

"Know……"

The image flashed through Chu Junci's mind, and he stared blankly out the window.

"What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, he heard Mo Yan's voice.

"I wasn't thinking about anything." He shook his head and picked up the book.

He'd only picked up the book a few seconds before Mo Yan slammed it back onto the table, raising an eyebrow and saying, "They said you didn't drink your tonic soup?"

Chu Junci calmed his anger: "If you want to drink it, you drink it yourself. I won't drink it."

"Aci is always so cold. I was hoping she would be more enthusiastic after drinking the soup."

"..."

Chu Junci brushed his hand away and silently read her book, ignoring him.

Mo Yan wasn't annoyed. He just propped his forehead up and looked at him with a gaze that seemed almost tangible. Chu Junci pursed his lips, got up, and left.

"Where to?" Mo Yan grabbed his wrist.

"I'm fine with anywhere, as long as it's far away from you."

Mo Yan chuckled, "Then shall I take you out for a walk?"

Several times he saw Chu Junci staring out the window in a daze. Although he didn't know what he was thinking, Chu Junci had been confined to Qiyue Palace for some time and must be bored.

Chu Junci did not refuse as expected. He put the book back where it was and said, "Let's go."

"Lu Shu".

Mo Yan also stood up: "Bring Chen Jun's fox fur coat."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lu Shu quickly brought over the red fox fur coat. Mo Yan took it, shook it out, and helped Chu Junci put it on. He also gave him a hand warmer.

"Tell me if you're cold, don't just silently tough it out, understand?"

"Um."

After making preparations, the two stepped out of Qiyue Palace, and Mo Yan held up an umbrella to cover them.

He didn't bring many people with him, only having his guards follow him at a distance, and thus he walked step by step to the Imperial Garden.

Their footprints were left in the snow. Chu Junci looked at the lake, where a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface, and the bottom of the lake could be clearly seen through the thin ice.

"Aci, are you cold?"

Mo Yan took his hand; they were very close, appearing to be huddled together from a distance.

"It's not cold."

He was still gazing at the lake when he suddenly saw Mo Yan hand him an umbrella, then bend down and pick him up.

Suddenly lifted into the air, Chu Junci's pupils trembled slightly: "Mo Yan..."