Imperial City

The Holy Majesty threw a bright yellow veil and asked Wei Qi to clean his face aside. Wei Qi wiped his face and gradually calmed down.

"I called you like this?"

Wei Qi raised his eyes in panic after hearing this, his face was even more ashamed and frightened, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Talk back." The emperor pinched his delicate jaw, raised it up and admired it carefully.

"Return...to the Holy Master, no...not." Wei Qi was trembling, wondering if he would be condemned for spoiling the Holy Master's interest.

"Yes... it's a slave, myself... I'm in a hurry."

The emperor laughed again, the laughter was as deep as Xiao Guan, with a hint of joy.

He didn't know that Wei Qi retched and shed tears because he was disgusted, and he thought it was because he lost his sense of restraint and choked it out because he was eager to please.

The emperor's palms were wide and thick, and his fingers were slender. Due to years of martial arts practice, his fingertips and palms had slightly thin calluses, and his strength gradually increased. The delicate skin on Wei Qi's chest was rubbed red by the rough calluses.

He trembled slightly, knowing that he couldn't resist, so he could only bite his lips to stop his screams, and his slender fingers tightly grasped the bright yellow silk brocade under the bed, trying to suppress the idea of ​​resistance.

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He was covered in sweat, and when the pain was extreme, he could only let go of his teeth holding the pillow towel, and instead blocked his mouth with his wrist.

Wei Qi was in a daze and suddenly felt that with his appearance and posture, he was like a utensil with holes and mouths. The appearance of the skin and flesh was just for decoration, and it only made the master more pleasant when using it. Ants.

When he thought about it, he felt ironic, wanted to laugh, but he didn't even have the strength to lift the corner of his mouth. Behind him, the emperor finally buried all the dragon roots and began to attack vigorously.

There was faint blood flowing out from the back, and Wei Qi knew that he would be sent back to the inner court prison after dawn.

Before leaving today, Eunuch Wu once told him that all the inner court eunuchs will prepare plasters for him to return.

Wei Qi smashed a hot tear from the corner of his eye, and it was hidden into the bright yellow pillow towel, no trace could be discerned, he closed his eyes, and passed out in pain.

Half an hour passed and there was still no call from the emperor, so Anxi was anxious outside the hall.

He plucked up his courage, and shouted flatteringly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's time, it's time to bring Wei Qi out."

The emperor had never felt that Anxi's eunuch's thin voice was as disturbing as it was today, and he could hear him screaming outside before finishing it once.

"Go away! Dog! If you talk too much, I will reward you with twenty boards!"

Anxi listened to His Majesty's reprimand, and was so frightened that she plopped on her knees and couldn't get up, and said loudly in her mouth: "I don't dare! This slave is guilty, please forgive me!"

The people inside didn't pay attention to him, the sound of flesh-body bumping seemed to be louder, and the servant of Xianyang Hall knelt down again.

An Xi felt strange in his heart, he was an old man who had been in the palace since the previous dynasty and had gone through three dynasties, because of his little contribution to the late emperor's establishment of the dynasty, he had been respected since the emperor was still the prince.

The Holy One seldom loses his master's temper with him, and I don't know why today, but as usual, he reminded him carefully according to the rules, why did he offend Longyan?

An Xi was puzzled, could it be that he had tasted the taste of Long-Yang for the first time, just a momentary pleasure?

That's all, the rules are dead, people have to live, let's wait and see.

There was a dead silence outside the hall, and the servants only heard the blushing sound of collisions, but never heard the joyful or painful begging for mercy issued by the concubines on weekdays.

For a moment, I admired Wei Qi's ability to endure, but I didn't know that he had already passed out.

In a world covered by bed curtains in the hall, Wei Qi happened to be woken up by the emperor's angry shout.

The voice was full of pain, not like the high pitched eunuch's, but because of the first awakening, it was a little hoarse.

The emperor became more courageous because of this painful moan.He is a person who is used to seeing blood. The stronger, more stubborn, and more miserable the enemy is, the more bloodthirsty, more excited, and more he wants to conquer.

However, Wei Qi didn't know this, if he knew, even if he bit off his own tongue, he would never yell.

At this time, I can only blame myself for not being up to date, and not dizzy for a while.

This groan seemed to unravel the shackles of a wild beast, and the movement was like a violent storm.

Wei Qi couldn't hold back as before.

The emperor just wanted to hear him scream, so what's the fun doing it alone.The more pitifully Wei Qi yelled at this moment, the more proud and excited he was, and thus Wei Qi fell into a worse situation.

The court ladies and eunuchs kneeling outside the palace: Here. . .This sound is really true today. . .Your Majesty. . .It is really. . .I just said that the slave has some backbone, but now it seems that he is still not as tough as the Holy One.

Anxi: Your Majesty. . .really. . .It's really too much, I just feel sorry for the child today.If it was a girl, she would be a great success at the moment, but it's a pity that she is a girl. .Alas, eunuch.

The two people on the dragon bed in the hall didn't seem to be having a good time, but it seemed that one was torturing the other, so the time for another cup of tea passed, and the Holy Majesty finally ended it.

Wei Qi's voice was hoarse when he screamed. Seeing that the Holy Majesty was finally done, he tried his best to crawl forward, trying to get out of his control.

The servants outside also heaved a sigh of relief, thinking: It's finally finished, just kneeling outside and listening to it hurts, and the person in the room doesn't know what it looks like.

Hearing that there was no movement in the house, Anxi also guessed that tonight would be consummated, so he boldly shouted flatteringly at the door: Your Majesty, His servants may have come in to carry someone, so you can rest too? "

The emperor played with Wei Qi's buttocks, enjoying himself, and felt a little moved for a while.

I don't want An Xi to dare to defeat his interest: "When I'm done, I'll chop off your head!"

Wei Qi didn't have that - thing, and he didn't understand why this thing was so enjoyable.

He has been by the Holy One's side for nearly three years, and he knows that although he is not pure-hearted and ascetic, he has always been dignified and self-restraining. Why, why is he like this today, so absurd!