[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

Although Chi Xianhuai was not in the palace, he knew what happened in the palace. It was because he knew why Liu Lu did such embarrassing things in the palace that he was angry.

The Liu family is really good at sending their son to the palace so blatantly. Does this mean that the son is too good, or that the emperor wants to eat anything, as long as he is a man?

Chi Xianhuai was very angry. He knew that this was just the beginning, and there would be a steady stream of people sending people over to please the emperor.

He felt that it was time for him to make a move.

When he returned to the palace, he didn't go to the bedroom immediately, but went to the bath to wash and change into clean clothes before going.

Yan An was sitting on the beauty's couch, flipping through a booklet in his hand, seemed to be engrossed in it, and didn't even give him a look.

Chi Xianhuai didn't know that Yan An deliberately didn't want to talk to him, and just pretended that he didn't know he came in, so he quietly sat down on the chair and poured water to drink.

There was a plate of zongzi on the table. He hadn't eaten in the Beijing camp. The long-term supervision had already exhausted his energy. In addition, he had an empty stomach all afternoon, and the Wu Zang Temple had already begun to protest.

Fresh zongzi, Chi Xianhuai peeled off the bamboo leaves and they were still warm, and after several times of making three big ones, he barely felt so hungry.

In fact, Yan An has been paying attention to Chi Xianhuai from the corner of his eye. When he saw that Chi Xianhuai had finished eating, he tightened his hand holding the booklet slightly, waiting for Chi Xianhuai to speak on his own initiative.

The man drank a cup of tea and finally came over.

He hugged Yan An affectionately from behind, and asked, "What are you looking at? So serious."

Yan Anchun wanted to anger him, and said lightly, "I'm choosing a husband."

In the past few days, the minister recommended a lot of men of the right age, all of which were drawn on the brochure. He used it as a boring pastime, and also for the sake of showing off his anger.

Sure enough, because of his words, Chi Xianhuai immediately set his eyes on the booklet.

The page that Yan An turned was the portrait of the son of Li Shangshu's family.

Chi Xianhuai seriously commented: "You look pretty good, and you seem to be a man full of scriptures."

Yan An frowned: "Aren't you angry?"

"What's there to be angry about?" Chi Xianhuai leaned over to kiss Yan An's earlobe, "I believe you only like me, and you won't want to admit them into the palace."

"Yo!" Yan An put the booklet aside casually, and said with a smile, "You have learned how to kidnap people morally. Are you so sure that I won't bring them into the palace for political reasons?"

Chi Xianhuai's eyes darkened slightly, and he said firmly, "I believe in you!"

Yan An clicked his tongue, "All right, you just believe it."

Chi Xianhuai automatically ignored his meaningful words, and flattered him, "An'an, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, may I take you to row a dragon boat?"

Yan An's eyes lit up, but he shook his head and said, "You and I are public figures now, how can we travel freely?"

Chi Xianhuai scratched the bridge of his nose and said with a smile: "Fool, let's just rent a small boat and go paddling on the river alone. We don't need to participate in the competition."

It seems quite reasonable, but Yan An is not happy.

He snorted coldly, didn't say good or bad, but said: "It's getting late, go wash up."

Chi Xianhuai had already washed it once when he came back, but now it's spring and summer, a man like him who is full of vigor will sweat at every turn.

Washing is a must, but he brought Yan'an with him by the way.

It was not the first time to take a mandarin duck bath, Yan An no longer had the initial shyness, the two played around in the bath once.

Because he was going to take Yan An to go boating tomorrow, after Chi Xianhuai carried him back, he didn't intend to make any fuss, and fell asleep with his arms around Yan An contentedly.

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The next day, Yan An went to the morning court as usual, and when he had free time in the afternoon, he went rowing with Chi Xianhuai.

No matter how you say it, rowing is a physical activity. After playing all afternoon, he returned to the palace completely paralyzed.

There is a palace banquet in the evening, as the emperor, he naturally has to cheer up to cope.

Facing the bowing of the courtiers as usual, he waved his sleeves habitually, saying that all the courtiers love you.

As the emperor, there will naturally be many people toasting, but this time it was Li Shangshu who started it. I don't know if it was for flattery or to give his son a chance.

Li Shangshu's old face smiled into a wrinkled chrysanthemum, raised his wine glass to the banquet and said: "Dragon Boat Festival, the old minister would like to use this wine to wish the emperor and the banquet country, wish the emperor happiness and health every year, and wish the banquet country every year, the country is prosperous and the people are safe." !"

Everyone followed in unison and said: "I wish the emperor happiness and health every year, and wish the country a prosperous country and a happy country every year!"

Yan An calmly stood up, raised his glass high, and said in a loud voice: "I would also like to use this wine to wish you all the best and a happy family, and wish the people of our Yan Kingdom live and work in peace and prosperity, and have enough food and clothing."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" All the ministers drank the glass of wine in their hands one after another, Yan An drank plain water, it didn't matter, Gu Lulu drank it in one gulp.

Yan An was the emperor, he couldn't refuse one by one the ministers came to toast, but Chi Xianhuai was different, as a general, he didn't need to give these people face.

The whispers about the emperor below reached Chi Xianhuai's ears, and Chi Xianhuai suddenly put the wine glass on the table, making a clanging sound.

Yan An had been paying attention to the movement on his side, but now she heard the sound, how could she not know.

I don't know if it's because of the candlelight or because of the alcohol, but Chi Xianhuai's complexion is abnormal, with a drunken blush.

Yan An had never seen Chi Xianhuai drunk, he had always noticed that the other party would not refuse anyone, maybe he drank too much and got drunk.

He frowned slightly, not understanding what happened to Chi Xianhuai tonight.

Puzzled, Chi Xianhuai gave him a burning look, then got up and left the table.

Yan An watched Chi Xianhuai staggering away, a little worried that he might fall while walking.

Seeing that it's not too early, he simply said: "My dear friends, let go of eating and drinking, and I will be one step ahead."

As soon as Chi Xianhuai left, the emperor was about to follow, and everyone didn't know the reason.

Everyone laughed and said yes, but in their hearts they imagined a thousand and eight thousand plots.

Chi Xianhuai walked slowly, before reaching the bedroom, he was supported by Yan An who came from behind.

The man smiled and said, "Don't help me, I'm fine, I'm not drunk yet."

"You don't have a good capacity for alcohol, so don't drink so much." Yan An said in a displeased tone, "What's wrong with you? You don't refuse anyone who comes?"

The smile on Chi Xianhuai's face remained the same, but he raised Yan An's chin itchyly, stroked his smooth skin, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Yan An patted his hand away, and said coldly, "You want to try drunk?"

Chi Xianhuai shook his head, "I'm not drunk."

Yan An rolled her eyes, no one who is drunk would say that he was drunk.

He didn't want to argue with Chi Xianhuai, so he dragged him back to his bedroom.

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, the door was closed behind his back by Chi Xianhuai.

Yan An was surprised how a drunk person would have such a reaction, so Chi Xianhuai embraced him.

The man buried his head in the crook of his neck and didn't speak.

The scorching breath sprayed on his neck, itching so much that Yan An wanted to shrink his neck, he reluctantly grabbed Chi Xianhuai's shoulder, sighed secretly, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"They're talking about you in private." Chi Xianhuai's voice was muffled, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Harmful." Yan An said with a smile: "Is it just a discussion, as for that?"

Chi Xianhuai buried his head down again, and said sullenly: "They see that you are beautiful, they want to be favored by you, and they want to be your husband..."

Yan An instantly understood why Chi Xianhuai was like this, but there was nothing he could do about it, because he had no master in the harem.

He patted Chi Xianhuai's shoulder reassuringly, and coaxed: "Then what can I do, how about you come to be my father and let others know that I am you..."

Before he finished speaking, Chi Xianhuai gagged his mouth.

It wasn't until the man hugged him onto the dragon couch that he believed that the other party was really not drunk.

It is impossible for a drunk person to have such great strength, and it is impossible to torment him like this.

Chi Xianhuai didn't seem to know what fatigue was, until late at night, he still locked him firmly.

After spending so much energy playing around during the day, and dealing with courtiers at night, and with Chi Xianhuai's tossing around, it's no wonder that Yan'an is not tired.

He was so tired that he couldn't stand it, and begged Chi Xianhuai to let him go.

It is true that Chi Xianhuai did not bother anymore, but his mouth did not let him go, and the thin kisses kept falling on his face. He had nowhere to hide, so he could only continue to beg for mercy: "It can't be done, Ah Huai, Brother Huai , just let me rest quietly for a while, I am really sleepy."

He was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his eyelids, and his speech was limp.

Chi Xianhuai finally stopped kissing him, but pulled him into his arms, put his mouth against his ear, and asked hoarsely, "An'an, do you like me like this?"

It is said that the ear is the way to the soul. When Yan An was asked like this, he couldn't say anything he didn't like, so he could only nod his head, "I like it, I like it very much."

Chi Xianhuai smiled contentedly, and at the same time hugged him even tighter, clinging tightly, as if wanting to pull him into his body.

Because the distance was too close, Yan An could clearly feel that something below was gradually lifting his head, his body was stiff, and he said in fear: "What else do you want to do, I tell you, I can't do it anymore, if I continue like this, my body will collapse Lose!"

Chi Xianhuai actually didn't mean that, and he was a little embarrassed about his body's instinctive reaction, but it didn't affect his provocative words.

He rubbed Yan An's hair with his cheek, and whispered: "An An, I want to marry you."

Yan An's sleeping insects were driven away by more than half in an instant, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "I'm dreaming, right?"

Chi Xianhuai gave a spoiled smile, "Of course not."

Yan An happily yelled at him, felt the hardness under her body, her expression changed slightly, and then she looked at Chi Xianhuai seriously, "We'll talk about this tomorrow, I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep now!"

He especially emphasized the latter sentence, Chi Xianhuai patted his head helplessly, "Go to sleep."

Yan An really fell asleep heartlessly, Chi Xianhuai had no choice but to calm down his body.

Even though he was suffering, there was a happy smile on his face.