Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

The tip of Zhao Xuan's nose brushed against the side of He Lanxi's face, and his soft, cool lips pressed directly on the young man's earlobe.

"Is it okay?" He Lan silently exerted force and squeezed Zhao Xuan's wrist through the robe.

Zhao Xuan, "?!" Damn, is this person teasing him?

He Lanxi didn't wait for Zhao Xuan's answer. He imitated Zhao Xuan's usual habit of raising his eyebrows and looking sideways at him with deep eyes.

This slightly tilted head posture is not too ambiguous at all. The silent extreme pulling and pure desire atmosphere can be seen by anyone with eyes.

If the two of them were photographed on the cover of a magazine in this posture in modern times, the magazine would probably be sold out.

He Lanxi grasped the essence of Zhao Xuan's usual flirtation with him, and her soft and red lips were just an inch or two away from being able to touch the side of his face.

"Do you mean to let me do this?"

"...There's no need to try it like this."

Zhao Xuan thought to himself, does this count as a disciple of the church, doing his own thing?

"But I think this should help you better understand how my hand is recovering?" He Lan exhaled like a blue breath. Although these words were gentle, Zhao Xuan felt chills running down his spine.

After saying that, his hand silently tightened its grip on Zhao Xuan's wrist.

Oh shit.

Not only did this person learn the essence, he was also able to draw inferences from one instance to another!

"Okay, you can rest first, I'm going back." Someone who was inexplicably flustered quickly rubbed oil on the soles of his feet.

As for He Lanxi, he stared deeply at Zhao Xuan's leaving figure and remained silent for a long time.

A Wu looked at Zhao Xuan's panicked escape with a look of confusion on his face, "??"

What is this for?

Is there a ghost chasing you behind?

-

Another half month has passed, and the storm outside is getting stronger and stronger.

His Majesty helped the third prince up to confront the seventh prince, and he hinted that he really wanted to protect He Lanxi.

He Lanxi also made some moves during this process, but Zhao Xuan never asked too much. He knew that He Lanxi was different from others. He didn't need anything other than his own physical treatment.

He Lanxi's tactics were ruthless and powerful enough. Zhao Xuanyi had no power and no followers, so what he could do was limited.

On a full-moon night, He Lanxi's face quickly changed, turning red as if he was drunk, and he clutched his collar and breathed heavily.

The inside of the main hall is no longer as shabby as Zhao Xuan saw at first. Everything has been sorted out. On the right are two bookshelves filled with books.

On the right are two wardrobes. Zhao Xuan didn't want to be too conspicuous. He only prepared two wardrobes, and they were all filled with clothes that Zhao Xuanxin had prepared for him.

He Lanxi used to like to wear bright yellow robes that represented his status as a prince. Now after this incident, he likes to wear black or dark brown robes.

As for the shabby appearance on the outside, it just looks like that on the outside. Zhao Xuan had already overhauled it on the inside.

It is guaranteed that no more wind will leak in, and no one will be able to see what's going on inside through those holes.

Zhao Xuan added a layer of wooden boards inside. Although this method caused little light in the hall, at least it was not cold.

If you want to replace all the broken doors and windows, as well as the window paper, it will definitely attract the attention of others.

A Wu saw He Lan Xi's face getting redder and redder, and asked him to get a bucket of cold water, soaked in a stick of incense, but it still didn't relieve him, and also refused to let him in.

The loyal A Wu had no choice but to ask for help from Zhao Xuan. There were several guards next to Zhao Xuan's residence. They were all martial arts practitioners. When they heard that A Wu came to ask for help anxiously, it seemed that it was for He Lanxi's sick son. .

Although they were in the room and did not come out, they secretly heard the incident in their hearts.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan quickly took the dark blue robe from the bedside, draped it on his body, and put it on while walking out.

When he opened the door and came out, Awu saw a neatly dressed Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan did not ask Awu about He Lanxi's situation, but rushed towards He Lanxi's residence quickly.

If Ah Wu were not so eager, he would have noticed that under the dim light, Zhao Xuan's elegant and beautiful face was actually a little red, which was the same as He Lanxi's symptoms.

As for the secret guards who were quietly guarding the abandoned palace, they had already asked He Lanxi what he meant and asked him if he needed to hire an imperial doctor.

He Lanxi refused without thinking. He didn't need to ask a doctor to know what was going on with this familiar feeling.

When he arrived at his residence, Zhao Xuan opened the door and went in without saying a word, and gave cold instructions to A Wu who wanted to come in.

"You don't have to go in."

Awu looked confused, "???" Why?

He had a look of resentment on his face. Did this person make a mistake in his position? He was His Highness's confidant, and he was the traitor who had betrayed His Highness!

"If you don't want anything to happen to your Highness, you'd better do as I say." Zhao Xuan said in a cool tone.

Ah Wu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He once again couldn't help but wonder if he was sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth when he called Zhao Xuan over!

"Get in." He Lanxi's breathing inside was a bit wrong, and his voice was uncharacteristically angry.

"Stay outside and don't go in no matter what noise you hear. Otherwise, if your Highness' life is in danger, don't blame me."

Zhao Xuan dropped such a warning and closed the door without thinking.

Awu, who was locked out of the door, looked confused, "..." During the time when he was unconscious, what happened between the traitor and His Highness?

-

As for Zhao Xuan in the room, he walked behind the screen and saw a young man sitting in the cold water, biting his lip, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes full of lust.

The boy's long hair was like fine silk, and it was draped obediently on his back, but it was wet.

Normally, He Lanxi's eyes were as deep and cold as cold pools, but now He Lanxi's eyes were stained with life-threatening lust, like boiling water, which could boil people on the spot just by staring at them.

Zhao Xuan stretched out his long arm and fished out a white handkerchief from the screen with his well-jointed fingers, threw it on He Lanxi's head, and then fished the person out of the bathtub with quick movements.

After taking it out, he strode towards the bed.

This bed was made later. He quietly moved it over at night and put it together one by one.

Although it is not as good as Zhao Xuan's bed in the East Palace, it is still better than the temporary bed made of several boards before.

"Love Gu is different from ordinary love potions. Do you think you can restrain your emotions with a bucket of cold water?"

Zhao Xuan's actions were not gentle. He threw the person on the bed roughly. He was also burned and his sanity was almost exhausted. Although he did not take any action like He Lanxi, he could not feel the emotion of He Lanxi at this moment. Quite a few.

What made him most angry was not that He Lanxi soaked in cold water, but that the cut under the robe was quite deep, a little below the elbow.

Fortunately, it was not a vital part, otherwise Zhao Xuan's month of treating his hand would have been in vain.

Zhao Xuan immediately opened He Lanxi's clothes. The current situation forced him to use the nearest material, take off He Lanxi's white undershirt and tear it into several pieces.

He Lanxi thought that Zhao Xuan was humiliating him. The young man who thought that his heart was filled with despair became so embarrassed that he blushed and cursed, "You bastard!"

As a result, Zhao Xuan's next move was to wrap the torn rag around the wound to stop the blood from flowing out.

Helan couldn't take a breath, "..." Damn, I'm so angry.