debt repayment

Really shameless!

Song Hui'an was furious, and his body, which was wrapped in a thick brocade back, was almost sweating from his anger.

He knew that Song Huiming's arrival was not kind, and he was afraid that he would do something rebellious and immoral, so now he wanted to repeat the old trick and create a chance for the two of them to be alone.

He would not make him fulfill his wish, and said with a sneer, "Since King Jian has the heart, I will not shirk it. Liansheng, go and call His Highness Fifteenth. He will not see his big brother for ten and a half months. Miss him. Go, invite His Royal Highness Fifteenth, and say that His Royal Highness King Jian invited him to play."

Song Huiming didn't speak, and when Liansheng retreated, Fang Pi smiled and said: "Your Highness, although Fifteen also participated in the festival, but I heard that his schoolwork will not be left behind. Fifteen is studying now." .The short time before he came is enough time for me to talk to Your Highness."

He had a gentle smile, but his attitude was extremely tough, and he beat Song Hui'an's Tai Chi back.

As early as when he entered the door, Song Hui'an saw the slender brocade box in his left hand at a glance.

It must have been a gift from the beast's mouth.

Song Hui'an didn't want to hear his nonsense, so he prevaricated: "I know that King Jian cares about me, and there are a lot of things I want to say between brothers. I guess that King Jian's words can't be said in a nutshell, so I simply don't want to say it." gone."

"Alright, the minister will directly present the gift to His Highness."

After finishing speaking, he passed the eunuch who was supposed to pass on the things, strode up to Song Hui'an, and presented the brocade box.

"This box is exquisite, and so slender. It's a musical instrument, right? King Jian's kindness, I appreciate it, so I don't need to open it."

"The minister must ask His Highness to see it."

A bad premonition arose in Song Hui'an's heart. Seeing Song Huiming reach out to open the box, and just shouted the word "no", Song Huiming lifted the brocade cover slightly, revealing a little of the true face of the gift.

When Song Hui'an saw the thing, his cheeks flushed with anger, and his mind was buzzing.

With such a ridiculous thing, who did Song Huiming want to insult? !

"...Get out, all out." He murmured, pushing back the palace servants.Song Huiming's move was clearly threatening him.

Threatening him to submit obediently.

How dare he directly insult him with this fake job!

Song Hui'an was trembling all over, and his breathing was a little short. The thin and rapid panting was like a beautiful note, falling into Song Huiming's ears, making him even more excited.

"Bastard, bastard..."

Song Hui'an raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and when he realized that he was too close to him, it was too late.

He didn't have time to curse, and suddenly straightened up from the recliner, but the other party moved faster, holding the gift box in one hand, grabbing him with just one hand, and pressing him back on the recliner.

He couldn't make a sound to attract the palace guards outside, and pinched and grabbed the big hand on his throat with both hands, but it didn't work. Instead, Song Huiming's eyes dimmed, and he retracted his strength slightly, and the lack of oxygen immediately let him go. He twitched.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Seeing the sickly blush on the smooth and tired face, Song Huiming let go of his hand with a low smile, and looked at the embarrassment of the other party's eyes emptied and gasping for breath, seeing the human instinct of two parts breaking away from the prince's identity and aristocratic air desire to survive.

Such a fragile expression appeared on Song Hui'an's body, which was the joy and joy of discovering a treasure.

"You look so pretty."

Song Huiming pinched his chin and took him into his arms.Song Hui'an was terrified, and kicked his legs to kick him, but his legs were firmly held by him, unable to move.

"Your Highness, it's getting cold. If you take off your shoes, you're probably going to catch a cold again." Song Huiming rubbed his calf through the soft cloth, and softly comforted him, "Be good, or you will get seriously ill again. "

"brute……"

He twisted his waist uncomfortably, recalling the scandal half a month ago, tears of humiliation filled his eyes.

Seeing the beauty staring at him with gritted teeth, Song Huiming couldn't help but leaned down, lifted his chin, and kissed the beauty's thin, fragrant lips.

Song Hui'an didn't know if it was uncomfortable, or because he was having fun, he sweated a little, and even the temperature of his lips and cheeks rose a little, soft and lovely, like tangible spring water.He carefully traced the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and took advantage of the time when the other party was breathing and panting, he penetrated into the soft mouth.

Song Hui'an made a nasal sound uncomfortably, but he couldn't help the lunatic on his body, hating and angry, only feeling that his body was getting hotter and hotter.

Song Huiming acted in a tough manner. He was already ill, and he was confused when he was teased a little. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or happiness that dominated him at this time.

"Bastard, bastard, let go... Just wait, I will definitely chop you up into pieces... Just wait for me..."

Song Huiming really didn't do anything like a beast.

The man put his hands into his clothes and rubbed his waist. The thoughtful technique made his waist, which had been straight for a long time in the morning, much more comfortable, and the blood was activated.

Among other things, Song Huiming's control over his opponent's strength is superb. When threatening him, he exerted a little force to make him hurt. Feathers, cat-like gentleness, unexpectedly serve more considerately and comfortably than those little eunuchs.

"You have been suffering from the cold for almost half a month, why haven't you recovered yet?" Song Huiming let go of his lips, and said in a low voice with a little reproach, "Seeing that your waist is shaking when you kneel in the hall this morning, Are you wearing less clothes? I see that your clothes are quite thick, why do you feel so uncomfortable? I remember that you were not so afraid of the cold when you were a child, why, did you freeze yourself?"

The man got close to him, and his hot and humid breath sprayed on his forehead, exploding along with the sound.

Song Hui'an's cheeks flushed, and she felt like a girl being cared for by her lover. She was ashamed and embarrassed for a while, and lost her words.

Song Huiming chuckled: "Am I right?"

Song Hui'an took a deep breath, unwilling to look at him: "What does it have to do with you."

"Why has nothing to do with me?" Song Huiming said seriously, "Your Highness is weak, how can you go to the cloud and rain with me?"

Song Hui'an immediately said: "Get out!"

"Cheng Jia, if you call again, my brother will kiss you."

"..."

Song Hui'an gave him a hard look, almost biting his lower lip to bleed.Song Huiming succeeded in teasing the beauty, but he was afraid that he would hurt him, so he said: "Hey, let go of your mouth, don't bite the meat, don't stare at me, I'm not a beast, you are like this, how can I bully you? Don't worry, I won't move you today, you just need to be served by me."

He couldn't finish his high-sounding nonsense, and kept making considerate and gentle movements with his hands. Song Hui'an couldn't be more ashamed. He lowered his eyes in shame for a while, and then said softly, "Turn your hands to the left."

Song Huiming was in a good mood when he saw the beauty subdued shyly, and said with a smile, "I obey."

He held it so comfortably that Song Hui'an rubbed his waist for about a stick of incense in a muffled voice, only to feel that the dull pain in his waist had mostly dissipated.Inadvertently, she raised her head to look at Song Huiming, and met the man's deep eyes.

He also saw his own eyes in the other's pupils.

"Cheng Jia, do I look good?"

The roots of Song Hui'an's ears were completely red: "Get out!!!"

Song Huiming kissed his temples, and smiled lightly: "Okay, straighten your clothes, the fifteenth day is coming, I'll rub it for you after he leaves."

The corner of Song Hui'an's mouth twitched: "Again?"

"It's not just 'again', I want to do more things." He hugged the rare docile fake phoenix, thinking it would be fun to tease him, "Are your legs sore, I'll rub them for you later."

Song Hui'an thought of fifteen, and hurriedly got up to get the brocade box: "Take that thing away quickly, and hide it!"

"That's true," Song Huiming took the brocade box with regret, and put it in the drawer under Song Hui'an's desk, "Fifteen is not yet old, so I can't see this thing."

Song Hui'an said: "I can't see it either, so take this thing away."

"What's wrong with seeing it? I've seen it all, so I'll just keep this fake one," Song Huiming said, "I listened to your wishes and gave you a piece made of mud."

Song Hui'an's eyes were red: "That's enough, shut up for me!"

"Okay, well, your highness is sick, and I will rely on you. This thing, I will keep your mouth shut." Song Huiming said, but licked his lips at Song Hui'an, and the thing in his eyes was self-evident.

"..."

When His Royal Highness the Fifteenth trotted into the East Palace, his two elder brothers were sitting at the table, one on the left and one on the right. Song Huiming was drinking tea with a smile on his face. head, looking at the teacup on the table in disinterest.

"Brother Emperor, Brother Prince!"

Fifteen couldn't help but throw himself into the arms of the prince who loved him the most, and Song Hui'an rubbed his head as usual.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Are you better today? But you still have a cough?"

"Stop coughing," Song Hui'an said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be like your brother, wear more clothes these days, don't run for a while and get hot, and take off your robe when you want to cool down."

"Qi'er remember," Fifteen said, then turned his head and looked at Song Huiming eagerly, "Brother Emperor, did you bring crispy bean cake this time?"

Song Huiming apologized: "I'm really sorry, little fifteen, the emperor entered the palace early today to participate in the festival of worshiping the gods. If you bring cakes, the cakes will be cold. Next time, the emperor will bring them to you, okay?"

Fifteen's sweet voice: "Thank you, Big Brother."

He glanced at the prince who seemed to have beads of sweat on his face, then at Song Huiming who looked normal, and said, "Brother Dahuang, I want to release paper kites on Fifteenth, will Brother Dahuang accompany Fifteen?"

Song Huiming said, "It's almost winter, so why put paper kites? Well fifteen, change to something else."

Song Hui'an also patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and squeezed his chubby cheeks: "Didn't my brother tell you to stop making trouble and sweat less? Don't go out, and play in the house instead."

"Ok."

"What does Qi'er want to play?"

"The yellow harrier catches the chicken!"

Song Hui'an always doted on Fifteen, responded to every request, and didn't care about back pain, so he said softly: "Okay, whether Qi'er is a harrier or a chicken, it's up to you."

"Qi'er wants to be a harrier, brother will be Qi'er's harrier!"

But I heard Song Huiming say: "Fifteen, your prince's brother's legs are cold and it's hard to walk around. Why don't you be a harrier, and the prince's brother sits here and acts as a hen, just move your hands to stop the harrier."