debt repayment

Song Hui'an finally understood. In other matters, he and Song Huiming faced each other tit for tat. What shouldn't have happened, but he was suppressed to death by Song Huiming. The more he went against the lunatic's intentions, the more excited the lunatic became, and in the end he was the one who suffered the most.

Ever since, Crazy Ren squeezed his white and soft cold hands and rubbed them again, not knowing whether he was playing with them intentionally or showing courteousness, he remained silent,

"Your hands are too cold, I will ask Gong'e to bring you a small hand stove."

The beauty still doesn't look at him.Song Huiming laughed.

It's obviously a fake phoenix, why is it so stubborn like a donkey?

Forget it, if it was really an obedient pet, it wouldn't have caught his heart from the very beginning.

Your Highness, your aloof appearance is so perfect, your appearance is impeccable, your majesty is immeasurable, your eyes are high above the top, you are arrogant, your arrogance and brilliance bewitch all ambitious people with instincts like wild animals, but it is a pity that you are not self-conscious. I don't know, I don't know that what maintains your Prince's life is just a false fantasy.

When the lie is torn apart, you who have been deceived still have to cry.

Thinking this way, Song Huiming tightened Song Hui'an's circle.

The beauty is in the bosom, fragrant and soft as jade.

The two did not speak to each other, the incense in the study wafted between the two of them, and the faint rosin moistened Song Huian's slightly sweaty hair, sending his body odor into Song Huiming's nasal cavity, and then into his heart.

Smelling the fragrance of his hair, Song Huiming moved his hand again, and Song Huian only felt that the hand that was originally locked around his waist touched his front abdomen again. Fortunately, the clothes in autumn are still thick, if they touch the flesh close to the flesh, according to Song Huiming That soft teasing technique is definitely not right.

Just like at that time, when Song Huiming stroked his body, it was like plucking the vibrating strings of a piano.

He shook his head, trying not to let himself think about that shit.

It is extremely absurd to think that his majestic Prince Ming, the future emperor, would suffer such a great shame and humiliation!

The more Song Hui'an thought about it, the more angry he became, and he was gradually filled with floods of shame and anger.

He was not as strong and tall as Song Huiming, and he sat on his lap like a flower waiting to be picked.

Fang Hua, who is full of disgust and disgust, is tired and sleepy.

Song Hui'an stared at the hand next to his front abdomen, and suddenly exerted force to pat it.

The man behind him laughed lowly, and moved his hand behind his waist.

"Do you want me to rub it for Your Highness?"

"let go."

The extremely impatient voice came from Song Hui'an's voice, which was clear and clear, as cool and calm as the cool breeze among bamboos.

It seems to have recovered a bit.

Song Huiming didn't do anything too outrageous anymore, he just hugged him and closed his eyes to rest.Just now he was pressing Song Hui'an to enjoy himself, and it was Song Hui'an who was tossing, but he is also an ordinary body, and he is too excited now, so he is naturally a little tired. Satisfied desire to conquer in vain.

Maybe it's the gleam of autumn light leaking through the window, maybe it's the satisfaction brought by the male's instinctive desire to conquer, which dyes the silent atmosphere with a warm and charming orange.

Suddenly, Song Huiming had a thought, taking advantage of Song Hui'an's unpreparedness, he cupped his face.The other party was still very surprised, so he put a light kiss on his cheek.

When he let go, the astonishment in the beauty's eyes turned into anger in an instant.Song Hui'an raised his hand and wiped it vigorously with the back of his hand before touching Song Huiming's skin. With the back of his hand, he rubbed a little red on his snow-white face.

Song Huiming felt sorry for his face, and said: "His Royal Highness, lighten your hand, your face is flushed. Your Highness hates this minister so much. Could it be that this minister is not a human being, but a snake and scorpion stained with venom."

"King Jian still has self-knowledge."

"Your highness is obviously very useful, so don't demean yourself. If you are a snake, isn't your highness just a bag for poison?" Song Huiming murmured, "It's still a mouthful." Wet and hot pockets that not only suck but also..."

"Song Huiming!"

This obscenity made Song Hui'an's face turn red, he stared back, and cursed loudly: "You are shameless and I want shame! Shut up your stinking mouth quickly, and if you dare to say such words, I will tear your mouth to pieces !"

There was an unpredictable smile on the corner of the mouth of the man who was four years older than him. I don't know if it was a genuine pleasure or a hypocritical pampering.Song Hui'an hated his gaze the most, and when he was alone twice unexpectedly, Song Huiming's gaze was too explicit, revealing his contempt and playfulness for him, but also hiding a taste that he couldn't see through.

Cold and crazy.

But compared to the hypocrite who showed his tenderness and pretended to be gentle with him just now, it is obvious that the real villain in front of him who has completely exposed his true intentions is more normal.

The two staring eyes stared at each other for a long time, Song Hui'an smiled instead of anger: "King Jian has finally shown his sincerity, and I feel much more comfortable in my heart."

Song Huiming shook his head, and said: "Your Highness, I have always been sincere in my intentions for Your Highness, but Your Highness does not want to accept my sincerity, and I also feel resentment to some extent."

Song Hui'an sarcastically said: "King Jian is eloquent, he can say black into white, and his dirty thoughts can be said to be fistful. It's really powerful. The matter has come to this point. Of course, I just want to cut you into pieces. You still have a shameless face." What kind of honesty and betrayal are you talking about with this palace?! You are obviously shameless, what else do you want to do? Is it because this palace will report to the emperor tomorrow and ask him to withdraw your title of King Jian and change you to be a princess, so that you are satisfied ?”

Song Huiming said without hesitation: "It's not bad for Your Highness to change to a feudal princess. Your Highness also knows that the two of us have special identities. If we want to get married in the end, we will have to fight."

Fight shit!

Song Hui'an was so angry that his stomach hurt, his head moved suddenly, he coughed violently, and tears fell from his mouth.He grabbed Song Huiming's shoulders and used him as a chair to support his body. Seeing this, the latter quickly patted him on the back.

Remembering that he would occasionally cough twice just now, Song Huiming couldn't help saying: "It's getting cold, Your Highness, please keep warm. I'm going to ask Gong'e to make a pot of warm tea."

"..." Song Hui'an's face turned pale, and he swallowed dryly, "Get lost."

The fake prince was still sitting on the throne, and his arrogant temper would not be cured for a while. Song Huiming was not annoyed, he just picked him up with a smile, stood up by himself, and wanted to put him back on the reclining chair.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he hugged the person firmly, he heard a "squeak" sound from behind.

Song Hui'an was shocked. He pushed him with his hands and kicked his feet wildly, motioning for him to let him down quickly. Song Huiming was caught off guard and was afraid of falling him, so he hugged him firmly. Coincidentally, he was hit hard. Song Hui'an slapped so loudly that his head was missed.

"..."

How could Song Hui'an feel guilty for hurting him by mistake, only knowing that he and this rotten man could not be seen by others, so he rushed to the place where the sound came from and said sharply: "Who let you in? My palace..."

Seeing that the one who didn't have long ears and trespassed into the study room was a big group of black cats, he felt the anger that was about to spew from his throat dissipate immediately, and the man who was holding him was trembling with laughter.

The guards outside the hall heard the sound and said through the door, "Your Highness!"

"Back off!" Song Hui'an said with a straight face, "It's nothing, I'm wrong, you all back down."

The guard stepped down.

Looking at the black cat again, when the little beast saw someone, its golden pupils lit up immediately, and it trotted all the way, screaming "meow meow", wagging its tail, and rubbing around Song Huiming's boots.Even though it is a cat, it knows how to be courteous than most dogs.

Song Huian frowned: "Why is your cat here?"

"This cat likes the special fish sauce in Concubine Duan's palace. When I left the palace, Concubine Tai sent someone to ask for it. Therefore, it is Concubine Duan's cat now, and I am just the old master."

He said so, but also winked and teased the cat, very intimately.Song Hui'an looked at the chubby black ball, and suddenly remembered another incident four years ago, then his face froze and he fell into deep thought.

four years ago……

Four years ago, the Empress Dowager had her [-]th birthday. If the cat hadn't frightened the dancing orchid, he would never have known that Song Huiming was lurking nearby.He was ashamed of that matter for four years, and he only thought that his private affairs were peeped by this filthy man and used him as a erotic palace. Now that he thinks about it carefully, maybe since then, Song Huiming has not paid attention to the blond orchid orchid, Playing fish but... him?

Song Huiming gently teased the cat with the toe of his boot, seeing that the person in his arms was silent, he said, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

Song Hui'an slowly raised his head and looked at him silently.

"Are you going to let me down or not?"

Song Huiming teased the cat, and seeing his eyes that wanted to bite him to death were more playful than cats, angry and angry, his eyes were a little red, cute like a bunny, and he wanted to coax him.

"Hold on."

He said, put Song Hui'an back on the reclining chair, and then bullied himself up.

The beauty's snow-white face became even whiter, and she glared at the prince with arrogance, but her legs were trembling: "You, what are you doing..."

The scene almost reappeared, he looked at the man close at hand, and could almost imagine a series of atrocities below.

But Song Huiming said with a smile: "Naturally let His Highness down."

Go away!

Seeing Song Hui'an staring at him vigilantly, with a little dodge in his eyes, Song Huiming felt evil again, leaned over to pick off his robe with one hand, and held up his cold hand with the other.

Song Hui'an struggled like a fish out of water: "Let go!"

"Your Highness is cold, and if you enjoy yourself again, you will suffer from frostbite. Your Highness's hands are also colder than ordinary people, as if they were taken out of the cold water basin just now. Your Highness is cold, so you should pay more attention to keeping warm in autumn and winter. Today, your Highness is cold. Adding Han, it's my negligence." Song Huiming touched his face a few times infatuatedly, "Your Highness, next time let's bake a pot and heat a pot of wine before we do things like cloud and rain?"

"Okay mom!"

Cursing broke out, Song Hui'an was really mad.

"Okay, okay, next time I will drill wood to make fire, and I will never let His Highness freeze." He grabbed Song Hui'an's two paws that were only scratching at his face, "Speaking of the generous gift His Highness gave to my minister last time, I will return it to you." If there is no reward, does His Highness prefer jade or gold?"

"I like mud!"