Imperial City

Another three months passed, Long|Yang's atlas was finished, and all the tricks in it were tasted, and the two became more intimate than before.

Now as long as Wei Qi's expression changes slightly, the emperor can know whether he is about to cry or howl, whether he is comfortable or uncomfortable.

His desire to control Wei Qi has reached an unprecedented level.

The emperor would often stroke Wei Qi's hair when he was lying in his deep sleep, thinking: It used to be joy to laugh while riding on horseback.Squinting and snickering while eating what you like is joy.

Playing chess for a while, the expression is relaxed and joyful.It is also joy to cry and call me on the couch now.

Among all kinds of joys, only the last one is bestowed by me personally, and it should be inseparable from me.

If everything in the world can be predicted and controlled by the emperor, then maybe he can connect with Wei Qi earlier.

It's a pity that there is a saying that things are impermanent.

In the summer of the eighth year of Chengsheng, Wei Qi has accompanied him for five years.

After the summer solstice on the tenth day of May, the emperor took Wei Qi to the Summer Palace to escape the summer heat.

The date was brought forward, two days before the latter's birthday, and he wanted to celebrate his birthday outside the Forbidden City.

Wei Qi is now in his twenties and two, he has grown into a young man, and he is more stable than before.

Every move and plan seemed to have been carefully considered, but in fact he was suffering in his heart.

The more indulgent and indulgent he is on the dragon couch at night, the more silent and serious he is in front of everyone during the day, on the contrary, he has the dignity of a high-ranking and favored person.

He always suspects that his unbearable groans|groans and profligacy on the dragon couch have been heard and seen by everyone, so he always feels guilty and restless, and rarely takes the initiative to chat with others.

With such a special identity, he was approachable in the past, but now he seems to be deliberately alienated.

The servants of Qianqing Palace began to realize that Wei Qi had finally become the master, knowing that he was very different from other imperial eunuchs.

Day after day, she was gradually excluded from the imperial circle.

There are many happy events, and they are always accompanied by the driver. The two Xiaoqianzi regard themselves as Wei Qi's slaves. There is a difference between master and servant, and they dare not joke with Wei Qi on weekdays.

Therefore, the one who talks to Wei Qi the most now has become the emperor.

The latter not only wanted to do intimate things with him, but also said intimate words to him.

What kind of food did you use today? Did you eat the medicinal food obediently? I gave you two plates of sour oranges. Don't be greedy, your teeth will be sour.

These words are easy to answer, Wei Qi sometimes answers briefly and sometimes speaks more, it all depends on the emperor's mood that night.

If the interest is high, Wei Qi has no strength to talk to him, and if the interest is low, the two of them can sit and drink tea and eat some supper.

In addition to good answers, there are also bad answers.

Is this good? Is it good? Ke Shuan, do you want to play by yourself?

Wei Qi was often silent, and only opened his mouth to answer vaguely when he was pushed to the limit.

The emperor became more and more amiable, and when he was alone with a slave, he seemed to be a mortal.

The boundaries between the two are blurred, like ordinary couples.But it is different, because one can only ask, the other can only answer, and they cannot be reversed.

In Weishi, in the side hall of Xinghuachun Hall of Yuanmingyuan.

There are large icebergs in the colorful flower-patterned ice basin, and the silver-white air-conditioning slowly diffuses from the inside.

The emperor leaned his head on the arhat bed in the middle of the room and closed his eyes to rest.

On the other side of the red lacquer table, Wei Qi was sitting cross-legged, holding a booklet in his hand and reading slowly.

There is another small stack beside his hand, and he doesn't know when he will finish reading.

The emperor once made a promise in front of his ancestors that Wei Qi would not be involved in the political affairs of the previous dynasty.

Now he seems to have forgotten what he said.

The scriptures that Wei Qi is reading now are all about memorials and greetings.

Although it is not as important as the ones approved by the emperor himself on weekdays, they are just trivial matters, but they are still closely related to the court.

If he can step out of Qianqing Palace, how many princes and ministers will want to hear the news to curry favor.

"For those from Fuzhou, please rest assured Zhezi.

The slaves are in season, kneel down and ask the sage to bow to Wanan.I recently heard... On the first day of May, the general of Fuzhou and the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang were in consecutive seasons. "

Wei Qi's voice was gentle and gentle, and the emperor was very pleased to hear it.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

The former put down the notebook he had finished reading and fetched another copy.

"The memoir of Shangyang Castle.

My minister Wu Xijin has something to say: I have been in charge of Shangyang Castle for four years under the imperial decree, and I dare not slack off..."

"December of the first year of Yuanchang, the criminal minister of the former court... the criminal minister of the former court..." Wei Qi paused.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the book?" The emperor asked quietly.

"Returning to your words, the book is correct, it's the slave who is thirsty." Wei Qi coughed twice.

"That being the case, let's rest after reading this letter."

"Hey.

In December of the first year of Yuanchang, Chen Suyuan, the criminal minister of the former court and the right governor of the third-rank inspectorate, committed a crime and made trouble with his poems. The late emperor sent one of him to Shangyangbao.

This person died of illness last night at the age of sixty and nine.

On April 27, Wu Xi, the governor of Shangyangbao. "

"En." The emperor opened his eyes and pushed the teacup in front of him, "Let's take a rest."

Wei Qi lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling, "Hey."

"What snacks do you want to have tonight?" Today is Wei Qi's 22nd birthday, so it is rare for the emperor to ask his opinion.

But Wei Qi couldn't eat any more, he managed to force a smile, "Returning to you, everything is up to you."

The latter smiled lightly and said, "Why are you still so reserved when you leave the palace?

Didn't I already tell you that there are few people outside the palace, so you don't need to talk about many rules. "

He leaned forward and stretched out his arms to caress Wei Qi's face, the jade fingers between his fingers were slightly cool, Wei Qi seemed to dodge a little.

"22, what do you want?"

Wei Qi's palms were hidden in the hem of his wide robe, his fists were clenched tightly, and he tried his best to restrain himself.

He looked up at the emperor and smiled, "I don't want anything, I don't want anything."

The emperor looked at him crookedly, and suddenly said after a while, "Come here."

The latter stayed on the bed with lowered eyes and walked up to the emperor.

The emperor sat up and waved to him.

Wei Qiban knelt and approached.

"So sensible?" He grabbed Wei Qizang's palm hidden in his cuff.

"Why is it so humid? Hot?" the emperor asked in a low voice.

Wei Qi shook his head, "I just drank tea."

"It's wet, take off your clothes."

One question and one answer, one sentence and one action, Wei Qi seemed a little silly.

He took off the dark purple silk robe, and only a thin white obscene garment was left on his body.

The emperor looked at him leisurely, he was an innocent person.

He felt both cool and thirsty.

"Still mad at me?" It's just that he was stopped before lunch, and he was not allowed to eat more limes.

The emperor lifted Wei Qi's skirt, and touched it slowly with his hand, it was icy cold.

"Fresh skin, He Yirun..." He pulled Wei Qi into his arms, and whispered in his ear.

The red bayberries in the ice tray were plump and dark red, even more so than the fat on the beauty's lips.

The emperor took one and fed it to Wei Qi's mouth, and he stroked the latter's lips.

"Is it sour?"

Wei Qi shook his head, it was bitter.

The sun is shining brightly outside the carved vermilion lacquer window, and the birds are singing happily on the magnolia tree in the yard.

Wei Qi's face turned slightly pale, and he closed his eyes in vain.

Ridiculous to the dark sky.

After the matter was over, the emperor ordered Anxi to pass on the longevity noodles.

The two sat next to each other and buried their heads in eating, silent for a while.

But Wei Qi's eyes turned red as he ate, and the emperor raised his eyes suddenly, slightly startled.

"Where is it wrong?" A sad look.

"I want... homesick." Wei Qi swallowed his mouth and squeezed out a few words.

Home?The emperor put down the ivory chopsticks.

Entered the palace at the age of eight, and his parents left far away. Isn't the Forbidden City home?

"Children think of home, you are no longer a child."

"Yes."

The two rested, and soon the emperor fell asleep.

Wei Qi opened his eyes in the dark, his eyes were astonishingly bright, staring fixedly at the people beside him.

No, my father is gone, my father is gone.

At the age of 69, he died in the cold and remote Shangyang Fort. His body could not be returned to the Chen family's ancestral grave in Beijing, and he may have picked up a place for burial.

Wei Qi choked up in his throat.

He knew that his death on 69 was far from premature death.

But the suffering his father suffered before his death could not support his life, how could the desolation surrounded by his children and grandchildren not make his heart ache.

His eyes gradually went mad, revealing fierce hatred, and his palms tightly gripped the quilt.

There is a voice in my heart bewitching: kill him, kill him.

This wolf was cruel and ruthless, and caused my family to be ruined. From a well-clothed family member to a eunuch despised by everyone.

It's all because of him, it's him who turned me into a prodigal monster, a doll for him to prostitute|fornicate and humiliate me.

When his father died, he was indifferent, and only said ah, and then left it behind.

The whole family is in prison, but I, an unfilial son, is only greedy for pleasure and bows to the enemy!

Wei Qi groped with both hands, trying to find something to start with.

The vast darkness of the night breeds countless madnesses.

He cannot see with both eyes, and there is no sharp weapon around him for him to attack.

There is only a soft pillow under the head.

Wei Qi's lips and teeth trembled, and the veins on the backs of both palms were bulging.He grabbed the bright yellow soft pillow and gradually approached the sleeping emperor.

The emperor's breathing was steady and slow, and he slept deeply.

He is a martial artist, so he should be very vigilant, but the person lying next to him is Wei Qi who has been with him for five years, and the emperor is not on guard.

Wei Qi shook like a sieve, with his arms raised in the air, his heart was pulled from side to side, and fried in oil.

Why is that you?Why is it you?

On the one hand, there is family hatred and death, and on the other hand, it is the country and the country.

Kill him for revenge.Kill him, the country will be in chaos.

Wei Qi hesitated, his eyes showed struggle.

After a while, the raised arms gradually dropped.

The emperor half-opened his eyes in a daze, stopped him and murmured in a low voice: "Happy birthday." He fell back into a deep sleep.

"Hmm..." Wei Qi was held in his arms, closed his eyes in pain, bit his wrist, and whimpered.

He thought: I still have my mother, and my mother.

After this day, Wei Qi's temperament changed a lot, and he gradually became unrestrained when getting along with the emperor.