Imperial City

After dinner, Anxi presented the green card, the emperor paused for a moment, and said: Let's go.

This is the fourth day, and three days have passed before.

Anxi didn't persuade him much, he knew that the emperor wanted Wei Qi, but he couldn't show his face to let the talent be lucky, it would seem that the emperor couldn't wait for him.

It's a pity that when you become an emperor, you still worry about what to do.

Anxi felt distressed, thinking that since you can't save face, then the servant will help out and assign him to work tonight, it's good if you don't want to see it.

Wei Qi didn't become suspicious when he took over the errand. He has been raised for more than ten days, but he still doesn't remember who's turn to be on duty at night, and it doesn't matter what the superiors arranged.

However, he never expected that tonight was not just as simple as being on an errand.

Haishi ([-]:[-] p.m.) in the West Nuan Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The Holy Majesty rested, Anxi led the people back, and Wei Qi and the father-in-law who had watched the night with him last time entered.

The warm pavilion was dark, except for an oil lamp not far away on the huanghuali wooden table. The orange light shone on the three gold-threaded and wooden Wanmaqi screen embroidered cloth, reflecting two slaves nestled behind the screen and wrapped in clothes. The mattress is drowsy and sleepy.

Half an hour later, there was a sound from Longta's end, "Pour tea."

"Hey." The two responded lightly, and got up swiftly, but their movements were silent.

For example, the father-in-law let Wei Qi go to make Nalaoshizi white chrysanthemum tea, and went straight to Longta by himself.

After a while, Wei Qi brought tea, just like my father-in-law hung up bright yellow bed curtains, and the bed curtains are thicker in winter, so I only hung one light layer and one thin layer.

"My lord." Wei Qi called out in a low voice.

The emperor took it and took a sip.

White chrysanthemum tea?He raised his eyes suddenly, and it was not Wei Qi who was standing before him bowing his head and bowing his head.

I was so confused at night that I didn't hear it for a while.

"What's wrong with you?" The emperor frowned.

ah?Wei Qi doesn't understand, why can't it be me?He raised his eyes and said, "Returning to the words of the Holy Master, according to the date, today is a servant guarding the night."

He was ignorant, and the emperor became more and more irritable. He drank the scented tea in a few gulps, threw the tea cup into the tray in front of him, "Back down."

"Whoo."

The emperor sat quietly for a stick of incense (half an hour), gradually tossing and turning a little bit agitated.

"Pour tea."

Wei Qi knocked his head soberly.The two looked at each other, white chrysanthemum tea soothes the nerves, is the Holy Majesty so thirsty tonight?Could it be that something was wrong for dinner?

"Whoo."

Another cup of tea was poured down, and after a stick of incense, the emperor still could not sleep peacefully. It was almost midnight ([-] o'clock in the evening).

The dragon collapsed on the emperor's tossing and turning, and Wei Qi, behind the screen, fell asleep with his head stuck.After all, he was ill for a while, and he was a bit out of money after the two servings. No matter how hard the people on Longtao were tossing about at this moment, he never heard any movement.

He didn't listen, Ru Gonggong could hear it, this night is unusual, how hard is it to fall asleep?But the person next to him is the new favorite of the Holy One, how dare he blame him.

The emperor turned over and sat up, lifted the curtain and looked towards the screen on the west side of the lower head. Through the Shu embroidered silk, two blurred figures, one wide and one narrow, could be vaguely seen.

The wide one stood still, and the narrow one's head drooped.

The emperor was suddenly furious.

If the father-in-law heard the Holy Master turn over and sit up, he struggled for a long time, and wanted to ask questions from the screen.

But he saw that the Holy One lifted the curtain of the bed, his face was gloomy, his eyes were like deep moats, and he looked straight at this end.

His face turned pale in an instant, he knelt down and opened his mouth tremblingly, "Holy...go up..." Do you have any orders.

The second half of the sentence could not be uttered, the emperor glanced at him, and put his index finger on his lips, making people shut up.

For example, the father-in-law asked someone to choke his throat, and hurriedly closed his mouth to silence.

The former lifted the mattress and slumped down, and walked towards this end with bare feet and hands behind his back, his whole body was full of imposing manner, his steps were steady and light, and he walked slowly step by step.

For example, the father-in-law froze in place, anxious in his heart, with cold sweat layer after layer on his forehead, and he caught a glimpse of the lifeless boy on the right side from the corner of his eye, thinking that tonight would be over.

The emperor walked half a foot in front of the screen, but the figure of the man was still swaying slightly.

You are in a deep sleep.

He turned his head and glanced at the other one who was kneeling and trembling, making room for his father-in-law with great insight. Who would dare to cover up this situation for others.

As the Son of Heaven passed by, he saw Wei Qi curled up like a silkworm chrysalis, with his back against the table legs, his arms on his knees, and his palms on his forehead.

The ground dragon in the Nuan Pavilion was burning hot, his face was flushed from sleeping, his delicate brows were slightly wrinkled, maybe he sensed the danger was approaching in his dream, he smacked his mouth twice, a stream of transparent saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his nose wrinkled .

If the father-in-law closes his eyes and a drop of sweat falls from his forehead, the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu can't save him, and Mr. An can't save him here.

The emperor approached, stopped two feet away (about 70 cm), and bent down to have a look.

The tall back was projected on the screen, and Wei Qi was startled, keenly awakened.

The face of the person in front of him was cut like a knife and an axe, his eyes were dark, showing some anger, but his thin lips were curled up.

Wei Qi stared in shock, opened his mouth wide, lost color.

Bad Luo Bad Luo!

He wanted to lift the mattress to plead guilty, but who knew that the emperor made a quicker move, and was picked up with one arm and carried on his shoulders.

After walking two steps, the black velvet hat on Wei Qi's head fell off and rolled on the vermilion embroidered double dragon playing bead thread blanket, the moonlight shone in through the window lattice, the lapis lazuli on the top of the hat shone under the moonlight and the dim oil lamp, and the peacock Ling hair dim light.

"Hmm." This, this, this. . .What is it!

This this this this. . .What is it for!! If the father-in-law wants to ask, he is already stupid now.

Wei Qi exclaimed, and the emperor slapped Yu Cheng hard on the shoulder and hip with his left palm.

The former shut up, it's annoying to be noisy at night.

I am the emperor, I have to endure what I do, and I don't have to suffocate the dragon's body.

The Son of Heaven carried a eunuch steadily, lifted his feet up the steps, lifted the curtain of the bed, threw the man into the dragon bed, and leaned over to hold him down.

It's down, it's down!

For example, the father-in-law rolled, staggered and rolled out, smashed the screen along the way, and smashed the blue and white porcelain vase placed by the door, which made people's ears sting.

Wei Qi curled up in the mattress like a baby bird, hiccupping in shock.

The emperor was angry, the useless slave turned his head and scolded his father-in-law: "Idiot!"

"Hey." The idiot no longer knew what the sage was talking about, and just wanted to get out of here.

He is going to find Mr. An.

The servants guarding the corridors of the inner courtyard were in a mess, something like this had never happened in the Qianqing Palace.

Tonight, the person in charge outside hurriedly sent someone to call Anxi in the back, and he paced anxiously in the corridor.

In the dead of night, everything is locked.

The little eunuch who sent the message was so panicked that he slammed the gate of the side courtyard.

The night guard eunuch in his Tanli beside the gate of the courtyard woke up, put on his clothes and went out.

Anxi also woke up in the main room, and sat up to listen to the movement outside the door.

"Noisy in the middle of the night, what a shame!"

His personal servants went out to watch.

After a while, he ran over in a panic to answer.

"Master An! It's not good!"

"Shut up! Look at what you say, the rules are white!"

It is taboo in the palace to say that it is not good, that he is going to die, that he is finished, and other unlucky words.

"The little one is guilty." The eunuch was in his twenties, and was about to cry.

"But, the sage is lucky for Wei Qi, everyone has already collapsed!"

Anxi was dumbfounded.

After two moments of silence, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and put on his boots and clothes, "Wake everyone up!"

Where is this sung!Things must be prepared, people must be beaten, and what happened tonight must not be spread.

From midsummer to cold winter, half a year has passed, which can be regarded as absurd.If the ancestors knew about it, even if Wei Qi was saved by her own hands, she would die.

The emperor's whim completely disrupted the quiet night of the Qianqing Palace.

But at this moment, he felt very comfortable.

The people under him trembled like chaff.

The stronger the trembling, the more comfortable the emperor is. I can't sleep, but you sleep well. What kind of dynasty's rulers and servants make sense.

He peeled off the bedding.

Wei Qi was so frightened that he stretched out his arms to resist, "Holy Saint...go up." He swallowed.

"Slave... drank a full three cups of tea tonight." The three cups took a long time.

The emperor sneered, what a ghost, the servants on duty can drink so much, can there be some fresh reason.

Pretentious.

"Nu Nu... Only... Unwashed, it stinks..."

The emperor stopped, squeezed his chin up, and moved closer, but only three inches away (about 10 centimeters).

He watched jokingly, but there were many tricks.

"If you lie to me again, what should you do?" The voice was low and hoarse, whispering in his ear.

Wei Qizhi faltered and couldn't answer, since he has to be on duty today, he should be afraid that there is still a smell of medicine on his body, suffocating the Holy Majesty, and he loves cleanliness, so if he is on duty at night and wants to wash himself with hot water before going to bed, it will be inconvenient.

Therefore, he took a bath specially after he was off duty at noon today.

Wei Qi has no confidence and feels guilty, his eyes are erratic.

The emperor understood, moved closer, and sniffed his hair.

It is fragrant, with a light saponin smell.

Wei Qishu's hair bun at the back of his head was messed up, and the hair was scattered around, covering his forehead.

The emperor sniffed his hair, then moved to his face.

It also has a light fragrance, what kind of soap did you use?

It smells good.

The tip of his straight nose slid past, wherever he moved, the skin on Wei Qi's face turned red, and goosebumps appeared.

The emperor had had enough, and raised his eyes.

"It's better to bully the king."

Wei Qi looked at him, not knowing whether the Holy One was angry or not.

But this time I was indeed on duty until the dragon collapsed.

He was terrified. Early in the morning, rumors would spread everywhere. Zensheng was a good thing.

And thinking about tomorrow morning, I can't handle it right now.

The emperor stripped the man out of the mattress, but it was a pity that he was not naked inside, but also wore a dark purple silk robe.

Disappointing.

"Take it off by yourself."

He raised himself up and sat cross-legged, resting his chin on his knees and watching.

Asking Wei Qi to take off his clothes by himself, naked—Zi Cheng—Xing, he couldn’t do it.

He tilted his head away from the emperor's leisurely gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty." He pursed his lips, holding back his shame, "Does it have to be tonight? Tomorrow..." He couldn't continue.

"Why?" The emperor was really surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "I'm glad you still want to pick the sun?"

I don't need it.

"Slave will die, return to His Majesty's words," Wei Qi said with difficulty, "You are His Majesty, so...you don't have to."

"Hmm." The emperor casually responded in a low voice, lowering his eyes and rubbing his fingers twice.

It means that it is not taken off.

Wei Qi didn't let go.

"Forgive me for talking too much, slave... this time, slave... did not go to the inner court prison." There is a deeper meaning in these words.

The emperor was proud of it, and his lower abdomen became hot with fever.

"What are you doing there?" He sneered, with some interest in his words, he raised his eyes and looked at Wei Qi again.

"Aren't you unwilling to go?"

So I still remembered, I played tricks on him, now I'm waiting here?

Wei Qi was bitter and unable to answer, the sentence just now was already very embarrassing.

After a long time, the emperor raised his eyes to look at the oil lamp, reckoning that it was half past midnight.

I don't have time to play with him anymore, and there are two chores in the morning.

The emperor supported his chin with another hand, and tilted his head slightly to look at him.

"You don't take it off," he rubbed the jade wrench with his fingertips, "do you want to trouble me to come in person?"

Wei Qi was so frightened that he suddenly turned his head and stared at him with wide eyes in horror.

one two Three.

Three moments later, the emperor made a gesture and stretched out his hand, poking into the messy and bright yellow deep purple hem, the peacock feathers were swaying, and he was about to take off his robe and float out.

Wei Qi finally said: "The sage is benevolent, the slaves dare not," his drooping eyelashes trembled flickeringly.

"Please let the servant come by himself."

The emperor gladly stopped, watched and sat and waited.

What a fun night.

The moon is shining outside the window, the cold wind is howling, and the trees are withered, but the evergreen under the trees remains unchanged.

Wei Qi's fingers trembled, as if he had a severe epilepsy.

The servants outside stood still in the cold wind, everything was prepared, and hot water was also warmed in the side room of the side hall.

An Xihou was very upset in the corridor.

This time he really didn't mean it! He just wanted to make the Holy Majesty look at him a few more times, and playing tricks on people in the daytime was just because of missing him.

Who would have thought that the Holy Majesty would lose face, and the first time the man recovered from his illness, he would be so anxious to keep vigil, luckily, it was never like this before!

Long Teng unbuttoned Wei Qi's coil to the third, revealing a section of his glistening white neck.

Deep purple is called snow, it is more interesting to look at it like this than to be naked.

It's just that the emperor looked down at himself.

Hey, let out a sigh, this slave is a pain in the ass.

After waiting for a while, it will be dawn, and the interest will disappear.

Could it be that stupid thing is aiming at this idea?Do you really think I have a good temper?

The emperor leaned over to eat the part of his neck that was exposed, and Wei Qi tilted his head so that he could enjoy it.

I used to just touch it, but now I actually bite it.

Wei Qi frightened Luo and let out a cry of pain.

The emperor held his Adam's apple, which was not protruding or even non-existent, and swallowed slowly.

He didn't want to eat indiscriminately, the disease came from his mouth, and he was still a slave, so he lowered his status.

However, this part is so white that it is eye-catching, and it is really greedy to put it upright.

Waiting anxiously, people are dawdling again, there is no way, so I have to start from the exposed place.

Wei Qi's cleverness failed, so he dug a hole by himself, jumped into it by himself, and buried it with his own hands.

While swallowing, the emperor pulled his outer pants from the hem, with great force, he tore them apart in two strokes, and even the obscene pants were crooked and messy.

Wei Qi was dumbfounded, the emperor was taking off his own clothes, and his legs were weak when he thought about it.

Half of the obscene trousers were stripped off and hung on the knees, the spot was bare, and Wei Qi pinched his legs to cover it up.

A chuckle escaped from the emperor's lips, and he reached for his hand.

It's a bit difficult not to go to the inner court supervisor.

It is very astringent and cannot be eaten for a long time.

The emperor moved his lips away, Wei Qi heaved a sigh of relief, trying to persuade him.

Look, look, no.

Before he could speak, he saw the person above looking out of the tent, and there was light there.

For some reason, Wei Qi was blessed to the heart.

oil lamp!

Ridiculous! I can still come out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation alive tonight!

He was so frightened that he pulled the palm of the emperor's hand, grabbed the man's fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

Something soft wrapped around his fingers, the emperor was stunned and looked down.

Wei Qi lowered his eyes and licked, his tongue twisted.

This slave, the emperor laughed.

Just now, he pretended to refuse, like a woman who is a virtuous woman, and he panicked when he got up.

On the contrary, there were a couple of times, and he even came up with a new method, duplicity.

Maybe he really didn't like the inner court supervisor so he had to deceive himself.

The emperor looked at the man's well-behaved appearance, and felt that Wei Qi should like him.

It was the same as last time, don't be awkward, like you really care.

He let others do it, and only watched the beautiful scenery from a condescending height.

After a while, the fingers were wet and covered with saliva, Wei Qi spat it out and did not move.

He was short of breath, gasping for breath.

The emperor raised his hand and looked closer, it was dripping with water.

Groping all the way down, he bowed his head and chuckled into Wei Qi's ear with joy.

The voice became hoarse, "The inner court supervisor is good."

With just this one sentence, Wei Qi's face was on fire.

"Have you learned a lot?" The emperor continued to tease while expanding the territory with his fingers.

The scorching breath covered the entire ear, Wei Qi covered his face, he was no longer the real Wei Qi.

There was a faint sound coming from inside, Anxi was holding a vermilion lacquered tray carved with dragon patterns, and a pair of dragons were entangled on it.

Under the bright yellow brocade on the tray, a long box of nanmu is placed in various jade-pots, and the other box is acacia ointment.

Hey, he was wondering, can things be done without these things?He underestimated our Saint Shangluo.

The underestimated sage moved on top of Wei Qi who could not be underestimated.

The deep purple robe was spread out in a mess, half revealing the fair body.

The emperor had to admit that this slave was a hook-man-demon-jing.

Really tonight. . .Extra tight.

The Son of Heaven gritted his teeth, and it was difficult to get in and out. Sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped onto his robe, staining it black and deep purple.

He held down the slippery slender waist in his palm and gave a deep stroke.

"Hmm." Wei Qi had no strength and couldn't push the distance, so he could only breathe low, stuffed in his throat, a little overflowed, and the end of the sound was drawn out.

The emperor was really itchy, but the more itchy he was, the more he couldn't help but want to hear it.

Wei Qi was out of breath, his long hair was scattered, covering half of his face, his red lips were moist, and he breathed softly after his hair.

The emperor wanted to see it, he reached out and grabbed the slender wrist, and took it away.

Brushing away the wet hair, a blushing pretty face was revealed with sweat.

His heart skipped a beat again.

The boy's eyelashes drooped and he lost his cover in vain and only trembled twice.

In fact, Wei Qi was really tired.

The red lips opened and closed, and the moist hot air was exhaled, accompanied by one or two uncontrollable low-groans.

The emperor's fingers covered it, it was really soft, so soft that people's hearts softened along with it.

He was bewitched by someone and leaned closer, so close that one thin and one thick lips were separated by a thin line, so close that the stiff and straight bridge of the nose touched the other's soft and delicate nose.

Some want to try.

But he can't taste it.

Lips are the softest piece of flesh on the human face, they are all different in color, and they are where the blood enters and exits.

The Son of Heaven believed that lip-tongue contact was an obvious sign of weakness.