Imperial City

The holy family seems to be unable to rest.

The emperor cared more and more about Wei Qi, and he was still serious in front of many servants, but when the two of them were alone behind their backs, the tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow.

His behavior became more and more intimate, and he gradually lost his sense of proportion.

At this moment, Wei Qi was restrained by him and pressed down on the Arhat's couch, the two of them stuck tightly together.

It's autumn, but the emperor is dressed lightly.

The heat of his skin spread to Wei Qi through the thin layer of obscene clothes.

The two were still playing chess just now, and Wei Qi wanted to regret the game on the way, but the emperor rushed over for some reason.

It was originally a joke, but it gradually changed after getting entangled in one place.

Wei Qi was a little frightened, so he just got off the couch. After eating some cakes, he didn't finish half the game, but it was only an hour, why...

But he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask.

"Your Majesty, go back... go back to the couch."

"This place is very good, you can still watch the moon." The emperor kissed his lips, looking for a gap to respond.

What's so good, there is not even a thin quilt.Looking at the moon, Wei Qi looked at the night sky through the red lacquer window, the crescent moon was dark, and the stars were shining brightly.

How can there be any moon to reward, just look at the stars.

His mind was wandering, and the emperor grabbed his earlobe and pulled him back.

The latter had no choice but to close his eyes, and followed the emperor to toss and rise up and down, but he couldn't hold him back.

After a while, Wei Qi shivered and shouted cold.

The emperor frowned, he was in high spirits at the moment, but he was afraid that Wei Qi would not be able to hold back, so he stopped and hugged him and threw him on the couch.

The quilt was lifted, and it was absurd to lean in.

Wei Qishi was able to eat something before going to bed, so he seldom fell asleep halfway through. Afterwards, he was always hungry, with his head hanging down and his stomach growling.

If there are too many times, there is no need to hide it, the emperor will send food to the imperial dining room.

Occasionally he was free, and when he didn't have to go to court in the morning, he would accompany Wei Qi to eat and eat. The two of them would play chess or sit together and read their own books.

But Wei Qi has to pay some price for getting the advantage, and in the end, the two of them have to go back to the dragon couch.

In the summer of the sixth year of Chengsheng, at the beginning of the fourth year when Wei Qi accompanied him, he was favored by the emperor since the summer of the third year of Chengsheng, and three years have passed.

Wei Qi has also grown from a boy of seventeen to a young man of twenty, and his body outline is stronger than that of three years ago.

Under the emperor's order, Wei Qi had to run on foot in the small horse farm behind the Qianqing Palace every day.

Coupled with the careful fawning of the imperial dining room, Wei Qi is indeed much stronger.

He thought that what the emperor liked was his youthful form, and such a youthful appearance would make the emperor tired.

However, after waiting for a few months, it seems that it is not what he thought, but... it is the opposite.

He rested his hands on Emperor Qiangjian's chest, and the people under him rested their elbows behind their heads and looked at him leisurely.

Those eyes were too deep, Wei Qi avoided his gaze, turned his head, and stared at the carved five-clawed golden dragon inside the dragon couch in a daze.

But the scorching eyes of the people below seemed to be real, without any concealment.

The emperor looked down from Wei Qi's blushing face all the way, at his slender neck, flat and smooth chest and abdomen, and slender and powerful legs.

The thin but firm muscles on his legs tensed slightly with his movements, and the emperor's hand was attached to his thigh, stroking slowly, feeling Wei Qi's vitality.

But Wei Qi didn't want to do this anymore, his whole body was scorching hot, and it was even worse when the emperor looked at him.

Too uncomfortable, Wei Qi stood up.

The emperor clasped his flexible waist and rubbed his fingertips.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?"

Wei Qi tilted his head and said in a low voice: "The servant is too tired to hold on."

The former sneered, "It's only been a long time and I can't hold it anymore, hopeless." It seems that there is more running.

Wei Qi closed his eyes and opened his mouth to pant, and whenever he stopped, his whole body went limp.

"You are too useless, get down." The emperor ordered in a low voice.

The former slowly leaned down and pressed against him.

The emperor bowed his head and kissed him softly on the cheek.

The bright yellow bed was gently turned over by the waves.

The emperor put Wei Qi's earlobe in his mouth, and said slowly: "Call the master to come and listen."

Wei Qi was dizzy and his mind was not clear, he murmured: "Master... um..."

Fang called out and was gagged by the emperor.

At noon the next day, the old guy Anxi in the inner study saw that the Holy Majesty was in a good mood today, so he rushed to please him.

He said: "My lord, the servant sees that the autumn is bright and refreshing. You have been bored here for a long time. Why don't we go to the imperial garden for a while."

The latter looked up at him, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, "I won't go." I don't know who this old man is taking advantage of, and wants to persuade him to go to the imperial garden.

Anxi was flabbergasted, "I'm a talkative slave, please don't blame me, my lord."

It's strange, it's clear that looking at Long Yan's joy, how can he annoy the Holy One with just a few words.

The chief steward of the imperial court was very puzzled, he had no idea that he spoiled the fun of the emperor and Wei Qi on the dragon couch.

If he knew that Wei Qi had called his master four or five times in the warm pavilion last night, maybe his old face would be burnt right now.

Half a month later, Emperor Jia left Beijing for Qiushou in Chengde, and Wei Qi accompanied him. This was his fourth trip back to Mulan Paddock.

Only this time something went wrong.

When the siege opened today, the emperor led the kings, grandsons and nobles and [-] forbidden troops into the forest to hunt, leaving a team of elite soldiers to protect Wei Qi riding horses in the open space outside the siege.

The emperor loved him too much, knowing that Wei Qi was fond of riding horses, because he was afraid of boring him, and he intended to keep him healthy, so he taught him how to ride in the small horse farm behind Qianqing Palace when he was free recently.

Wei Qi was naturally happy, and he asked the emperor if he could learn it before going to Chengde.

The emperor tapped his forehead with his fingers, and said: "I will teach you personally, you will be able to master it if you work hard."

Wei Qi's eyes were curved, and he saluted respectfully and thanked him.

At this moment, a few guards were standing by on horseback, their eyes were fixed on the laughing Wei Qi on the pony.

The autumn wind is refreshing and the grassland is vast. The latter is sitting on the horseback and getting better.

He pulled the rein lightly, trying to ride the horse faster.

Unexpectedly, the good horse, which was always docile, suddenly got into trouble, its front hooves flew into the air and neighed continuously.

Wei Qi was shocked, and quickly grabbed the horse's back tightly, not daring to move.

The accident came suddenly, and the horse was really manic, but Wei Qi was thrown off the horse in an instant.

The horse's hooves kicked up high, and Wei Qi hugged his head to avoid it. At the critical moment, fortunately, the guards guarding the side had extraordinary skills and quick reactions.

The leader of the guards jumped off the horse and hugged Wei Qi, protecting him in his arms, while the others chopped off the horse's forelegs.

Broken limbs flew away, and the horse fell to the ground whining.

Blood was dripping from head to toe, splashing Wei Qi all over his face, his eyeballs were stained with blood, his mouth was full of sticky warm liquid, and Wei Qi closed his eyes.

An Xiben was sitting leisurely drinking tea in the distance, but now his face was pale with fright, he hurried to this side, the flesh on his face was trembling.

"Hurry up... quickly call the imperial doctor, Your Majesty, and send someone into the arena to invite your Majesty back."

"Hey." The eunuch below hastily followed the guards on horseback to deliver the message.

This Wei Qi was paralyzed on the grass and was so frightened that he couldn't even stand up.

His foot seemed to be sprained, and the leader of the guards had no choice but to say: "Eunuch Wei, I offended you."

After speaking, he put Wei Qi on his back and wanted to ride him back to the camp.

Wei Qi couldn't see the horse at the moment, let alone sit on it.

He looked at the panting tall horse, and his heart trembled.

"No, don't ride the horse, walk back."

Anxi rushed over and saw Wei Qi's blood all over his face and was so frightened that he trembled all over.

"Wei...Wei Qi, where is... hurt?" His voice was trembling.

"Eunuch An, Eunuch Wei should be fine, the blood on our bodies is from dead horses, not human blood."

Although An Xi had already seen the messy and bloody horse corpse, he was finally relieved after hearing this.

Wei Qi didn't want to ride a horse anymore, so Anxi had to send someone to carry the chariot, and he couldn't walk back.

If Wei Qi, who was told by His Majesty to see him, still walks bloodied and sprained after being frightened, then he no longer needs to be the head of the imperial court.

The head of the guards carried Wei Qi on his back to the place where Anxi had rested just now, and set it up, and several eunuchs squeezed a handkerchief to clean his face.

After a while, the chariot will come.

The four eunuchs carried the chariot, and An Xi and the others followed beside them. They had only walked less than half a mile (nearly 200 meters) when they heard the sound of horseshoes behind them.

The chariot stopped lightly, and everyone knelt down to receive them.

The emperor ruthlessly reined in the horse's head, and the dust was flying in a threatening manner.

He got off his horse and stared at Wei Qi with a vicious look on his face, his eyes were as sharp as a knife blade.

Wei Qi huddled in the chariot, not daring to move.

He wanted to pick him up, but his feet hurt so badly, and he was very afraid of the emperor's way of killing people, so he wanted to pretend to be pitiful to make him feel bad.

But the latter was in a fit of anger at the moment, he saw that Wei Qi seemed to be fine, and his heart was finally relieved all the way.

But he saw that the man's temple hair was messy, his black hair and ears were stained with blood, his complexion was pale, and there were marks of distress on the front of his clothes, and he was still shivering on the chariot.

He was full of worries and turned into monstrous anger, mixed with endless fear, and vented to Wei Qi overwhelmingly.

"You don't have a brain!" The emperor shouted angrily, galloped a few steps, and kicked the chariot with his feet.

Don't worry, don't worry!

"I tell you to slow down!" At that moment, he deserved it well, and he turned his head and left his instructions behind.

The dull sound of knocking and kicking wood resounded on the grassland. I don't know if the emperor is beating it with iron, as if he doesn't know what pain is.

Wei Qi is really his nemesis. He didn't see an angry emperor from the end of the previous year, but he has gained popularity in just a few years.

Everyone was too frightened to make a sound, Longyan was furious and aggressive, no one dared to persuade him.

Anxi thought to himself: Our family is not good enough and something happened, the Holy One will punish us, and tell him to start the fire on the culprit first, so that our family can escape the catastrophe.

He also blamed Wei Qi for making a fuss in his heart, and insisted on riding a horse for something, but he didn't know that the matter of riding a horse was first mentioned by the emperor.

Wei Qi swayed on the trembling chariot, and was stunned by the emperor's two voices. He was already shocked, but now he felt even more uncomfortable.

The emperor leaned forward, pinched his jaw and said viciously: "Tell me! Are you dumb?"

Wei Qi was also wronged, he couldn't explain it, it was clearly just a light pull, who would have thought that the usually docile horse would suddenly go crazy.

"Slave...I...I...don't ride a horse anymore..."

Wei Qi grabbed the emperor's arm, the corners of his eyes were red.

"Yes, you don't want to ride a horse anymore." Seeing his aggrieved look, the emperor calmed down a bit, and repeated in a low voice.

He hugged Wei Qi horizontally and walked steadily towards the camp.

An Xi followed behind and looked silently at the emperor's broad back and Wei Qi's drooping legs, always feeling that something was wrong.