Chasing death and chasing north

"All right."

I carefully covered his face with a thin mask, and a strange handsome face appeared in front of the full-length mirror.

He leaned forward and inspected the joint between the ears and temples, and couldn't help but marvel: "I can't see it at all!"

"Otherwise, how could it be an Ouchi Secret Treasure?"

"Is it real human skin?"

He touched his cheek and made all kinds of funny expressions, trying to move the muscles on his face, I was amused by him.

"Probably not. Human skin is separated from the body. Unless it is specially preserved with medicine, it is impossible for it to retain its normal color."

"You know again?" He raised his eyebrows at me and raised his lips in a contemptuous arc.Putting on the mask, his expression increased instead.

"During the war, there was a barbarian who used to skin the captives in front of the battle to demonstrate."

"You... No, are our people okay?" He widened his eyes in horror. The masked face, which is younger than his actual age, seems to be more suitable for these direct emotional expressions.

"Short-to-hand combat always leads to casualties." That was not a pleasant memory. Thinking about it now, I still feel the tragic cries of our soldiers still ringing in my ears.

The back of his hand was rubbed lightly a few times, and I came back to my senses, he was retracting his hand, bowed his head and took a step back silently.I stared blankly at the top of his head.He was about to go out, and the fire had already been extinguished, but the low temperature in the room could not cool down the warmth brought by this action.I took his hand and he struggled slightly awkwardly.

"Let's go."

He nodded and walked slowly side by side with me.

Climbing up to the third floor and opening the door, the warm winter sun shone on the two of them, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"Are you all right?"

"Well, the light is a bit irritating." He said in his mouth, but his nose kept sniffing the dry and fresh air, and there was a long-lost smile on his face.

If you can see such a good expression after taking him out, then I——no, no, even so, I still can't let go.

Standing hand in hand with him in the sun, I never thought that something could come true, but it happened so logically before my eyes.I have never believed in gods very much, and the sacrifices in suburban temples every year are just fictional stories, but now I start to believe that someone is secretly helping me, so that it only took me some time to slowly turn the impossible wish into reality.

If there is a god, I am willing to exchange all the things in my hand for this moment for a long time.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Opening his eyes from the devout prayer, he saw his astonished face.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

I wiped my eye sockets, unexpectedly my hands were wet, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, my eyes hurt after looking at the sun for a long time."

"It seems like you haven't come out for a long time." He couldn't help laughing.

I half-jokingly said: "The world in my eyes has been clouded for many years, and I have never seen sunshine."

His eyes dimmed, and he awkwardly changed the topic: "Can I call myself 'I' outside?"

I was fascinated by his slight bewilderment, and added fuel to the fire: "Of course not when talking to other people."

He looked at me with some annoyance, and said bluntly, "Then, what should we call each other?"

"I can't bear the look in your eyes, why don't we go back first?" There were people downstairs, Xue Fan would bring people up to inspect at any time, I put my arms on the railing, and scanned his whole body with my naked eyes.

He naturally understood, and said angrily: "Your Majesty, can you be more serious?"

"You call me Your Majesty. If you don't have to worry about it, you can call me that when there are people. Privately..." I pondered. Before, I only thought of not letting the old people in the palace recognize his face, but I didn't think about calling this festival. .There are only a handful of people in the world who can call me "Erlang", so naturally I can't use it, "How about Andy?"

He gave me a blank look. "Don't you feel like a waiter in a restaurant?"

I found it a bit boring to be entangled in this, so I shook my hands and said, "Then don't call each other, we can't talk much in private." When he was doing that kind of thing, his mouth could only yell broken. It's just moaning, what do you want to do so much?

He was short of breath and couldn't say anything to refute, so I was dragged downstairs by me who was smiling.

The palace is full of people who hurriedly knelt down to greet me when they saw me. I have long been used to them, and they all passed by without seeing me.

He followed me silently at first, but then he got annoyed and said, "Isn't there a path to avoid the crowd?"

I stood still and turned to stare at him. "Isn't this the imperial majesty you admire?"

"That's your dignity, and it has nothing to do with me." Seeing another group of people kneeling at the end of the corridor in front of him not far away, he clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Why don't you issue an edict, so that in the future, when people of all kinds see you, they will treat you as if they were seeing me, and behave like rituals?"

He squinted. "How are you going to announce my identity?"

"Naturally, it is a stunning and famous flower collected from the folk."

He spat and said, "What are you talking about."

I smiled and didn't refute.In fact, a few days ago Zheng Bingzhi had already "hinted" to the palace people that he found a man from the people to accompany me and hid in Huifeng Garden.As soon as the news spread, Zheng Bingzhi would inevitably be hated by the empress and the others. As compensation, I entrusted him with the inspection of the tribute brocade. Seeing that he has been grinning from ear to ear these days, I think he searched a lot.

Not long after walking, we came to the plum forest in the royal garden.Hundreds of old plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the staggered branches hold small red and white five-petal cups, which look extraordinarily energetic when the flowers are withering.

He stood outside the Merlin, staring blankly, until I put a big cloak on him, and then he came back to his senses.

"Go inside." The pavilion in the forest has prepared wine.

He nodded slightly and was wrapped in my arms.

"Don't do that outside..."

"What are you afraid of? Who dares to talk too much?" Having said that, seeing his uneasy look, I let go of my hand.

He walked into the forest first, when a gust of cold wind blew, and some petals were blown away from the branches.

He looked at the scene for a long while, and sighed: "I thought no matter how the wind blows, it won't wither."

"That's not the case." He used to say that he liked plum blossoms, but he probably just read too many poems of praise. "There is a weather in the south called a typhoon. It hits every summer, and it can easily sweep away even a sturdy house. Nothing in this world is truly unshakable. Even if the plum blossom blooms against the frost and snow, it is just a small flower."

"Yeah, being able to cling to the branches is better than duckweed."

He threw down these words and walked into the gazebo first, and sat down by himself.The waiter who was warming the wine was frightened by his bold move, and nervously watched me who sat down afterwards.

"Ah, there is wine." He looked at the table, his eyes lit up, sniffed it, and said, "Plum wine?"

I nod. "Green plum wine, how about it?"

He said calmly: "There is only one hero here at best, and there is not much more." The waiter poured it for us one after another, and he drank it down, closing his eyes and savoring it.

"Not bad." He looked up at the pale-faced waiter and said, "Man up."

The waiter hesitated until I spoke, then refilled his glass with trembling hands.

He was puzzled at first, and after thinking for a while, he asked me with some clarity: "Are you usually dignified?"

With a sound of "Kuang Clang", the silver spoon for scooping up the wine fell to the ground, and the servant suddenly knelt down on his knees, kowtowed, and said "Your Majesty, forgive me".

I rubbed my forehead nervously and said, "You all go down."

Several people resigned and stood scattered in the cold wind ten steps away.

"You say that you practice benevolent government, so you won't be lying to me, right?" The elder brother suppressed a smile.

"I seldom do such elegant things. They are not used to serving." The most important thing is to be frightened by his words and deeds. No one has ever seen anyone treat the emperor so casually.

"You don't even have the time to drink and enjoy the flowers, you are too poor to be an emperor."

He pushed the wine cup over and touched me, and I waved. "You know how much I drink."

"Yeah, it's always boring to drink with you every time. Goro once suggested that we invite you to a banquet and then poison your wine. I didn't even think about it, so I told him it wouldn't work."

He talked lightly about the past, filled himself up again, and cheerfully raised his glass to greet him: "This wine is very sweet, but it's okay to drink."

The fact that he and I ate and slept together in Chengtian Palace spread quickly inside and outside the court, and all the memorials to dissuade were kept from being published, and some people finally couldn't bear it and directly appealed to the court.I said bluntly, I have children, I am worthy of my ancestors, and the six palaces are also stable, it is not up to foreign ministers to intervene in this matter.All the ministers were angry, but they were speechless after all.

Before going to bed, I asked him if he wanted to get some titles, so that those people would not hear "sycophants" and "fools" who would be annoying, and would casually mention a few concubines and lords, and be ruthlessly held by him around his waist. I pinched it hard, and when I woke up the next day, I saw a big bruise.

The palace servants in Huifengyuan and Chengtian Palace all call him "noble man". This is the title of concubines in some dynasties, and it may not mean my wife and concubine. He is used to hearing it over the years, so he doesn't feel annoyed.

Just talking about the stability of the six palaces, when the morning ended, I hesitated to go to his place to take a nap or go to the imperial study to read the memorial. A palace lady came to report, saying that the queen and a lady had arrived at Chengtian Hall together.

Chengtian Hall is the residence of the emperor, and even the empress is not allowed to enter without a summons.It is said that he happened to meet them when he was wandering around the door, so he directly invited them in to sit down.

I knew that he would not be able to suffer in front of my sister-in-law, but I was still a little worried, so I ordered the driver to go back to the palace, and walked into the back half of the main room through the side door, but I didn't want to go out to meet anyone, so I just sat on the couch Go to sleep and listen to them talk.

"According to your voice, you are also from Xijing?"

"I was born in a remote place, and my local accent is harsh. I dare not insult the queen's jade ear. I learned the official dialect later in life."

Xijing was the capital of the former dynasty. Dazheng’s relatives and officials lived in Xijing for many years. Therefore, although the capital was newly established, the Xijing accent is still the “mandarin” commonly used by the government and the public. Those who speak with a Xijing accent are not limited to People from Xijing, the queen's question is probably probing.

"What's next? In front of the empress, you should call yourself a 'servant'." Among the four, Concubine Xian Concubine Kong has the most straightforward temper, and she was the one who made the first attack.

I laughed secretly, he has no manners to me, how could he say the word "servant".

Unexpectedly, he heard a reply without the slightest hesitation in his ears: "It's the servant who made a slip of the tongue, the empress forgives the sin."

The Empress probably didn't expect him to give in so easily, and she said after a long time, "That's all."

The hatchback was speechless, I felt bored, and gradually fell asleep drowsily, when Zhai's voice resounded loudly.

"Have you ever heard of a court lady named Bi'er?"

"Your Majesty, that Bi'er, the maidservant once met in Huifeng Garden."

"Then Bi'er messed up the harem and gave birth to a daughter, did your lord know about it?"

"...Know a thing or two."

"Do you know who the father of the child is?"

"That's not so clear."

"Really? I thought that the nobleman would have heard something. The girl refused to say anything. Now that her daughter is dead, I am... oh."

"What's up with her?"

"Oh? Are you interested?"

Mrs. Zhai seldom speaks so aggressively, and I find it harsh.

"After all, that girl spent a period of time with me...with my slaves, so it's inevitable that I have some concerns."

Zhai sighed. "She is also self-inflicted, her family background is low, and she still wants to wishful thinking, that's not going to work." Naturally, this remark refers to Sang scolding Huai.

"Your Majesty taught me that."

I thought to myself, in terms of humble background, it's not his turn to be taught a lesson here.This person is very strong in front of me, he refuses to suffer even the slightest loss, and he is really gentle and courteous to others.

"Excuse me... how is your Majesty?" This was Qin's soft voice.

"Huh?" His response was a bit slow.

"Your Majesty...is his dragon body still safe?"

I'm a little embarrassed.Although he hadn't spent the night in their palace for a long time in the past, he always found time to have a meal with the family and have a few words with the children. Since the relationship with him improved, it has indeed been a long time since he thought of seeing his wife and children.Asking a "male favorite" about her husband's recent situation - it's my fault for their embarrassment.

"Well, it's good." He answered easily, which probably made the four girls even more depressed.

Several people sat silently for a stick of incense, and the queen said: "It's almost time, let's go now."

Then there was the sound of female officials and servants walking around, probably going out to prepare chariots.

"Send off the queen and the three empresses." His voice reached the door.

"Stay here."

Not long after, a servant shouted "Queen get up" in a shrill voice.

"I don't think you are an unreasonable person," Zhai said softly, "you can do it yourself."

After Zhai and Kong left, Qin said softly, "If you have time, please advise your majesty to come down...to see the child."

"child?"

"Yes, Yuan Zhen's sixth birthday will be in a few days."

"Yuanzhen?" He replied with some confusion.

"Yuan Zhen is His Majesty's third prince."

"Oh, yes...he has a child."

"Thank you so much." Qin's voice was as thin as a gnat, and he left after speaking.

It was quiet outside for a long time before he finally heard his footsteps.I saw him absent-mindedly lift the curtain and come in. I didn't realize it until I sat up.

"when did you come?"

"just."

"Will you come to see the concubine competing for favor?" The corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc.

"They never fight much."

"That's because you treat everyone the same, right? Now that I'm in full view, the situation is different."

It made me happy that he spoke so frankly of his special place in my heart. "So, do you want to send more people to guard you day and night?"

"There are at least 500 people around the Chengtian Palace. Don't you think it's enough, His Majesty the Emperor?"

"... Ah." He found that the deployment of soldiers around him was much earlier than expected, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

He walked up to me and stroked my face with his hand. "I don't have the strength to restrain a chicken, why should you be so concerned."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my arms.

"There are always some people who are still on the side of the Supreme Emperor. If it were you, wouldn't you guard against it?"

He played with the jade huang around my waist and said, "If I had thought so much about you, today would not be the situation I am in."

He always said something to stab me from time to time, maybe to remind himself not to forget his identity.

So what if we don't forget, we already have such a relationship, no matter how reluctant he is, he can't change anything.

Besides... this reluctance seems to be getting weaker and weaker.

"what are you doing?"

He frowned and held my hand that had been stretched into the neckline.

"Let me see if the bite marks from last night are still there." I flipped my wrist and took his hand along the neck to the flat chest.

"Do you remember where to bite? Show me." The two of them covered the bump on the left side together. I took his palm and pressed it lightly, and the soft bead stiffened almost immediately. , and his breathing became unsteady.

"Is it here?" I took his fingertips to touch the sensitive area around the areola, "Or here?"

"Stop making trouble...it's not there at all..." He wanted to pull his hand away, but his whole body was so weak that he couldn't make any effort.

"Where is that? Tell me."

I took off his shirt, taught him to pick up his nipples with his index finger and thumb, and slowly twirled it. After a while, I let go of my hand. He didn't notice it at all, and continued to close his eyes and continue to stimulate , the little Zhu Rui was so red that it seemed to be pinched to bleed, and the comfortable moans gradually blurted out uncontrollably.

"You said I was making trouble, didn't you have a good time?" I lowered my head, held his other nipple, and rubbed it between the upper and lower teeth. .

"Ugh... it hurts! You can't be gentle..." He played with the vermilion fruit on his chest obsessively, crying out the pain, his knees were bent, his feet were stretched straight against the bed, his back was bent into a twisted Curved, the hand went around my armpit and grabbed my shoulder, just to make the chest stick out more in the direction of my bite.

Since he knew that the behavior between men is not just for the pleasure of possessing one party, his acceptance has been far greater than 01:30.I never thought about how to make him get the corresponding pleasure in this before, but unexpectedly, the teasing hit the right way and really opened the door of lust between the two of them.

Originally, I couldn't say that I had much experience, but he was very different. Maybe I should be thankful that these years of confinement made him, who is used to being served by beauties, a little hungry.

"why are you laughing?"

I let go of his nipple for now and said honestly, "I was wondering if you were hungry."

There was a sudden hot pain near the neck, and it was conceivable that there were long scratches left on it.

I turned his body around so that the two of them faced each other, and said sternly, "How dare you injure the dragon's body, what should you do?"

He showed a terrified expression in unison. "The grassroots know their mistakes, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"What kind of punishment should you receive, you can decide for yourself."

He pursed his lips and gently brushed the hair hanging on his chest back.

Just such a light movement, I feel hot all over.

"In that case, let the grass people—"

He lowered his head, untied my girdle, slipped his hand through the bottom of my trousers, and soon came to the hidden place in the dense jungle.His hand was slightly cold, and his fingers were like wheels. I stroked the burning heat that was beginning to explode, and I gasped almost immediately.

"Your Majesty is happy to serve Caomin like this?" He looked up at me with a smug gleam in his eyes.

I pretended to be calm and said: "Do you think I'm so easy to fool?"

"Then what do you want?" He quickened his hand movements, complaining in a false manner, "It's so big, isn't it enough?"

I pressed his head to my crotch. "I'm waiting for you!"

He has never done this for me. I have always been the only one who took the initiative. Although I have thought about it many times in my heart, I always feel that it is difficult to say it.If I didn't take advantage of the current joking atmosphere, I really wouldn't be able to make such an obscene request.

He looked up at me, the struggle in his eyes was clearly visible.I suddenly felt that I was an asshole, and was about to make a joke and dismiss it as a joke, but he pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, he lowered his head and pulled out my already swollen penis from his crotch.

Seeing the bright red smooth tongue licking my hideous thing covered with blue veins, I couldn't help shaking my whole body, as if I was in the soft waves of the bottom of the water, and everything in front of me was rippling and deformed.

On that unaccustomed face, the slender and delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned. The obvious discomfort made me loathe my own filth, but at the same time, another completely different sadistic desire arose in my heart.The desire dragged me, and I pressed his head again, growling in a low voice: "Swallow it in."

This press made the tip of his nose hit there, and he turned his head quickly, his face full of hesitation.

"Can't you? Then I'll help you."

I stretched out three fingers and forcefully pried open his mouth. The uneasiness in his eyes may be a kind of pleading.It's not that I didn't help him, I thought so, and the only remaining scruples were replaced by peace of mind. I took out my saliva-stained fingers and grabbed his chin, supported the stretched penis, and inserted it into him inch by inch. in the mouth.

Although it was not as tight as the backyard when I entered, the warmth and humidity inside was still better. I snorted comfortably, swung my waist, and fiddled with his mouth back and forth.

He seemed to be still in shock, staring at my lower abdomen with wide eyes, unable to do anything except open his mouth, saliva and my body fluids dripping uncontrollably onto the brocade of the couch without feeling it.

I wiped off the water stains on his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Wrap me with your lips, and lick me with your tongue."

He blinked his incomprehensible eyes, just as I was feeling disappointed, he suddenly stuck out his tongue against the small hole in front of me, and sucked hard.

I was caught off guard, and almost let out, and hurriedly grabbed the root.

"you you--"

I was so annoyed that I didn't know what to say to him, but he had a smile in his eyes, and he stepped back, holding his penis in full view in his hand, trying his best to lick and suck it with his flexible tongue, from the top to the bottom connected with the pouch. One omission, after circling around the gully at the top joint, he swallowed me whole again, licking back and forth, completely different from when I was exerting force.

Not to mention the tongue and teeth, even the small piece of meat in the depths of my throat trembled timidly at the tip of my mouth, rubbing against it produced a strange pleasure.

In the room, I could only hear my turbid breathing, and his "puzi" and "puzi" sounds when he swallowed.

I don't know how much time has passed, I finally reached the climax under a light bite of his teeth, he saw the opportunity quickly, and hurriedly spit out my penis, but happened to be shot in the head and face.

A cloudy white liquid sticks to this fair and handsome face, and even the scattered hair is unavoidable. The things secreted in his mouth before flow out from the corners of his mouth. A fire has just been extinguished, and a new one is burning.

He was wiping those things in a hurry, I pressed him into the couch, and while helping to wipe, I said: "I didn't expect that you are so good at it."

He gave me a blank look. "I've been served like this before, I just draw inferences from one instance. You can hold on, my mouth is sore."

"several times?"

I asked suddenly, but he responded quickly: "I can't count."

What he said was honest, but I didn't like it very much. I already knew that he was always fond of playing games. This kind of game is inevitable. Once he really said it, it would be a different mood.

"I want to go in." He poured his scorching breath into his neck and heard a low moan.

"Just now..."

I guided his hand to the newly raised desire, and he said with a bitter face: "You are not young, why are you like this all the time?"

This kind of complaint can be taken as a compliment. I kissed him lightly on the neck and joked: "Some people are impatient when they are young, and exhausted when they get older. I am different."

He was itchy from my kiss, he shrank his neck and said, "It's almost time for lunch."

I tore off his already messy shirt and said, "I'll eat later."

"At noon later, ministers..."

"Teach them to wait!" I pulled his trousers up to his knees, covering this increasingly healthy body densely.

After a long time, I wrapped him in my arms and enjoyed the aftertaste of passion together. There was a "bang" outside the curtain, as if something had landed on the ground. I glanced casually, and Zheng Bingzhi's shadow was pacing back and forth outside the curtain.

Look at the hourglass, time has passed for a long time.

"Come on!"

"The servant is here!" Zheng Bingzhi poked his head in with a reassuring expression.

"Pass down my decree, today I will be exempted from court."

Zheng Bingzhi was stunned for a moment, and Fang left in response.

My elder brother caressed the old wound on my chest, and said disapprovingly: "You look like that, you have to remind people of those two famous poems."

"You mean 'the spring night is bitter and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early'? I don't want to go to court early."

Hearing his mention, I really began to feel that morning mornings are better than morning mornings. When I am happy at night, I can’t control the time. To be relieved, the emperor's thoughts in the poem, I feel the same way today.

In fact, as long as the time of Wuchao is increased, even if it is reduced or even canceled directly, it is not such a lazy thing, right?The officials had to wait outside the Chaoyang Gate before dawn, and got up earlier than me. If they changed their ways appropriately, they would not receive much opposition in the future.

I meditated to myself, but he was quite interested in talking, and asked, "Aside from dealing with government affairs, what do you usually do?"

"Aren't you the clearest?" His question was so heartless, it was obvious that almost all of my leisure time was spent on him.

He shook his head. "This kind of day is too monotonous. Even if you don't like the excitement, you can go around and see more, so you don't always have to dig into the corner."

"The sawn wood is broken by water and the stone is pierced by water. In the end, I must have drilled a hole for the tip of the bull's horn." I used my fingers to lightly touch his not yet fully closed secret cave, and spoke lightly, so smoothly that I was surprised.

"Dirty!" He spat and slapped my hand away. "I'm not joking, you should walk more."

It was only then that I remembered what happened to the Empress and the others before, and I was a little annoyed, and said sarcastically, "Why, I don't even have a title yet, so I'm going to have a discussion with the concubines?"

"You have a wife and children, shouldn't you bear some responsibilities?"

It's ridiculous to say this sentence from his mouth, and I don't know whose wife was still having fun outside when she gave birth.

"They have become the most noble women in the world because of me. It is not beautiful to be greedy any more. Only those who are content can be happy." I felt a little guilty towards them at first, but I was inexplicable when I heard the words of defense from him. unacceptable.

He sighed. "What women want is different from men. You go and see them and their children, and say something about yourself, which is much better than a reward."

"Is this based on experience?"

He finally noticed my bad tone, tilted his head and asked, "What are you upset about?"

I was angry, "I'm not unhappy, I'm fine! Why don't you tell me, where should I go to see who today?"

"This is something you have to consider yourself, why are you asking me?"

Without further ado, I got out of bed, put the clothes on my body indiscriminately, and walked halfway forward with my shoes on.

He sat and watched my sudden action, and after a while he said in surprise, "Where are you going?"

I turned around and shouted, "Take responsibility, talk about yourself, are you satisfied?"

"What kind of temper are you throwing?"

I ordered the servants to drive around, angrily walked to the door, then hurried back unwillingly, stood in front of the bed, and asked him with restrained anger, "You really don't understand at all?"

His complexion didn't look too good either, and he said in an aggressive tone, "What do you understand?"

I walk away.