Imperial City

Wei Qi lowered his head and shook the suitcase in his hand a little bit forward.

The slave went on an errand and didn't move around.

Although the emperor was annoyed at him, he couldn't get angry after seeing his little actions.

Moreover, it is really not good for the majestic emperor to vent his anger on the master for no reason in front of all the servants.

He snorted softly, "Respond with hesitation, it's useless to learn the rules."

Fu lowered his head to paint again, New Year's Eve would be around in a few days, and the painting of cranes in his hand was intended to honor the Empress Dowager.

Wei Qi pleaded guilty in a low voice, and was relieved to see that the Holy Majesty did not pursue it. He was carrying something in his arms, although he hid it skillfully, he still felt guilty.

Because of a guilty conscience, it is inevitable to hide it in action, but in the end it was discovered by others.

"What's in your arms?" The emperor didn't raise his head, but said in a flat voice, "Take it out." "

The eyeballs muttered and always glanced at the chest, and then pretended to be nonchalant after the glance.

Wei Qi's heart was pounding, and he knelt respectfully and half a foot away from the emperor, "Returning to the emperor, yes, it's the subordinates who honor the food of the slaves." His voice trembled a little.

He slowly took out the oiled paper bag from his arms.

The light sweetness spreads lightly, and it really smells like eating.

Heh, walking outside for a while has gained a lot of benefits. I hide it in my arms like a baby, for fear that people will not see it.

"Bring it up."

"Hey." An Xi came up from behind, took the things, uncovered the yellow-orange oil paper wrapped outside, and bowed to face the emperor.

It's not some rare things such as poison or silver coins and jewelry, but a few pieces of sour plum glutinous rice cakes.

How can this slave like sour things.

The emperor was about to drop his teeth just looking at it.

Although it is not a great thing, it is common for the subordinates in the palace to respect those above them.However, it is a taboo to eat such things and bring them to the imperial court, which violates the palace rules.

"Anxi looks at the punishment."

"Hey." Well, it's a waste of time.

Wei Qi watched helplessly as the dim sum that was still in his arms a moment ago was taken away by the servants called by An Xi, and he was discouraged for a while.

Seeing his aggrieved and frightened look, the emperor thought he was happy, at least he was still popular.

promising.

"Go back."

"Whoo."

In the end, Wei Qi was deducted one month's salary as a punishment, and his things were thrown away somewhere.

At Haishi (nine o'clock) in the West Nuan Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the three-legged incense burner with peacock blue glaze and unicorn pattern engraved in dark is dyed with acacia incense. Not far away, a few oil lamps on the vermilion bar table quietly emit a warm orange shimmer, making the huge The empty Nuan Pavilion is also much softer.

The bright yellow bed curtain inside is like microwaves on the surface of the lake, floating in bursts.The sound of sticky water overflows faintly from the gap, sentimental and glamorous.

But Emperor Longtali's actions were very cruel, his strength was so great that he showed no mercy and showed no mercy.

Wei Qi was lying under him, facing the person, his legs were bent and wide open, and the scars on the folds between his legs were unobstructed and unobstructed.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to cover it, but he was powerless, because at this moment his hands were tightly clutching the mattress under him.

If not, Wei Qi would want to avoid it.

He couldn't escape, and he couldn't understand how tragic the fate of escaping would be.

Although he did not evade, this gesture was definitely not pandering. His closed eyes, bleeding lips, trembling body and unstoppable cold sweat all showed his pain and fear.

But he dared not speak out.

The more the people above looked at him, the more annoyed they became, and the more annoyed they became, the more ferocious they became, and the more ferocious Wei Qi became, the more frightened Wei Qi became.

Finally, after seeing the blood on the corner of Wei Qi's mouth faint, the emperor couldn't bear it anymore.

It has been more than half a month since that incident, and this is the third time to thank him during the period. After the first consolation, the slave promised very well, but the next day he still looked like he was dying.

The emperor clasped Wei Qi's jaw, opened his mouth roughly with his fingers, leaned closer and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Wei Qi opened his eyes, filled with panic, he opened his mouth, and a painful moan flowed out uncontrollably.

"what..."

"Return...to the words of the Holy Master, the slave...doesn't hurt."

"If it doesn't hurt, what are you doing biting it?" His fingers slowly stroked Wei Qi's bloody lips.

The latter frowned in pain, but dared not answer.

The emperor's subordinates increased their strength.

"If you return to the Holy Master, the slave will hurt." Wei Qi lowered his eyes and said timidly.

"Speak out when it hurts." The emperor sneered.

"Whoo."

Wei Qi yelled loudly, with fear in his voice, and everyone who heard it knew that he was having a hard time right now.

After making a sound, I couldn't help crying anymore, tears rolled down, mixed with cold sweat.

The emperor thought to himself, I don't know how many people have been lying on my bed, and I have never seen anyone who is as sad as you. It is not Cheng Huan, but it seems to be being tortured.

The two are closely connected physically, but their minds are completely different.

The Son of Heaven felt a little frustrated for the first time, and raised Wei Qi's head bitterly, saying, "Laugh."

Wei Qi didn't hear it, he was in great pain, the scar between his legs was scorched by the emperor's abdominal flesh and felt uncomfortable.

"I told you to laugh." There was a stern tone in the sentence.

Wei Qi listened this time, but suspected that he heard it wrong.

He stared blankly at the emperor, his dark eyeballs glistening with water.

Ah.

"No?" You clearly will.

Why is the Holy One annoyed again?why make me laugh

"Return... Your Majesty's words, slave, yes."

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't." He stroked Wei Qi's lips, and let go after a while, "If that's the case, laugh."

Wei Qi lowered his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

The corner of his mouth was raised, but his face was bitter and fearful.

One can imagine how ugly it is.

The emperor turned the person over, and it was pure if he couldn't see it.

His movements became more violent, Wei Qi really couldn't bear it anymore, and was afraid of holding back his anger, so he hurriedly turned his head and showed a more genuine smile.

She smiled so whitely that her whole mouthful of small silver teeth were exposed, her face was moist and flushed, as bright as spring flowers with dew.

The emperor was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly felt relieved.

Turning the person back again, his eyes locked heavily on the red lips around Bai Fang, after looking at it for a while, he bent down and bit down on it.

A sense of oppression shrouded the sky and the sun, and the ambergris penetrated and was sucked into the limbs and bones.

Wei Qi's lips were caught before Wei Qi came back to his senses.

The emperor bit slowly one bite at a time, let go and put it in his mouth again to eat.

Wei Qi was stunned.

The touch on the lips is unfamiliar and frightening, but it is so hot that it makes the whole body numb.

Your Majesty. . .This is at. . .kiss Me!

Wei Qi closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the face so close.

Breathing entangled, the straight and hard bridge of the nose sank into the soft flesh on the other person's face.

The emperor looked carefully, from the full forehead, slightly frowning brows to trembling eyelashes.

It's not bad, the mouth is soft, but the temper is bad.

Perhaps after biting for a long time, the emperor let go when Wei Qi was almost out of breath.

The water on the lips was slick, blood red and swollen, and the emperor's fingertips slid gently.

He said, "He's doing well."

Wei Qi was gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.

With a blushing face, she replied: "Slave... Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment."

It's not too dirty to bite.

only. . .

The heart in Wei Qi's chest was still pounding because he couldn't breathe for a long time. He secretly said:

It turns out that even the emperor's lips are as soft as those of others.

Wei Qi's slender fingers curled up. Although he was panicked, he was not as afraid of him as he was a few days ago.

The Holy One is also a mortal body, with desires in his heart.

Seeing Wei Qisi in a daze, the emperor with a mortal body and a desire in his heart was stunned, chuckled lightly in his throat, and pressed down his lips to bite the sweaty bead of Cen Cen's cheek.

This too. . .unusual.

Wei Qi came back to his senses, and the ambergris smelt his nostrils, binding people tightly.

The flesh was squeezed by the light bite force of his teeth, as if he was really eating something, he stiffened his body and did not dare to move rashly.

But the emperor kept laughing lowly, his Adam's apple vibrated right in front of his eyes.

Wei Qi looked down at the ball, thinking of his own, and was very curious.

He still had time to think about it.

The emperor's lips moved slowly, sliding along his cheeks to his ears, numb and itchy, Wei Qi shivered violently, and grabbed the mattress tightly to carry it.

But it's too itchy, just bite it if you don't think it's dirty, why bother people like this.

The hot and humid breath rushed into the ears, and Wei Qi couldn't help laughing anymore.

The Emperor stopped and looked up at him.

Wei Qi's face was as bright as a peony in Luoyang, and he muttered to defend himself, "Slave...itches." But he couldn't stop trembling slightly.

itch.

The emperor bit down on the small and round earlobe.

"Hmm..." Wei Qi snorted softly, short and provocative.

The lips and tongue were sucked together, and the rough grinding sensation spread from a small piece of flesh to his whole body. Wei Qi lost his strength in an instant, as if someone had pinched his lifeblood, and limp into a ball.

His change was so obvious that even the emperor hadn't expected it.

It turned out to be here.

The latter suddenly had a lot of interest, he couldn't stop biting the tender meat in his mouth, he was rough and gentle, not like what the emperor did.

Before he became a prince, he was also a romantic son. Although he was good at martial arts, he was also proficient in literature.

It's just that he was high-ranking and impatient with others. He was busy with government affairs, and there was no difference between left and right.

Although he is unfamiliar now, it is only one or two points. This servant has already become like this, very immature, he does not look like someone who came out of the inner court prison.

The emperor stopped teasing a few times, and it was a good time to make a move.

Wei Qi was in the mist, as if wandering in a fairy mountain, not knowing whether it was itching, numbness or pain, he sometimes let out a low cry between his lips and teeth, his voice was mixed with honey.

It was the first time it was so weird, so weird.

The emperor lifted himself up, pinched his sideways face, and looked down condescendingly.

Misty eyes, sweaty nose, crystal marks on red and swollen lips, wet and greasy face, looking up at him absently.

The former's eyes were as cold as usual, only the corners of his lips were wet, as if he was still inviolable.

After a few glances, his lips curled up, but his lower body moved again.

The wind and showers had subsided, and the night was exceptionally long, so long that An Xi who was standing on the porch shivered from the cold.

The inside finally called someone.

"Get in."

It's not lifting people, it's rolling in. Although it is called rolling, there is joy in the words.

Standing outside tonight and listening to the sound, I felt it was different, and now I heard it, it was really different.