Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

Even though they deliberately searched for a quiet place, there were a lot of programs in Laiguanzhong today, and the noise was boiling, and the two of them could hear a little bit in the room.

Ying Qi was a little embarrassed, afraid that the emperor would make some embarrassing demands, so in order to avoid the other party opening her mouth, she had no choice but to pretend that she was very interested in the desserts on the table, and tasted one by one.

The dim sum is very sweet, although it is not greasy, but Yingqi himself doesn't like sweets very much, and he couldn't bear it after eating a little bit, but he still picked up a piece and continued to put it in his mouth, gnawed a little bit, barely showing a hint of joy With a stern look, he asked, "Master, the dim sum here is delicious, do you want to eat it?"

Li Xingjin nodded, and tapped his fingers on the table casually, making a slight beeping sound.

Ying Qi hurriedly pushed the dim sum over, but saw that the emperor hadn't made any next move for a long time, so he raised his head for no reason, with doubts in his eyes.

Li Xingjin gave a "tsk", and pointed his slender and bony index finger on his raised lips, his gaze was burning, and he said softly, "Do you know what the little book boy does?"

Yingqi looked at him blankly.

He thought about it, and as the name suggests, he should be accompanied by the reader, so he answered truthfully.

Li Xingjin raised his index finger, leaned close to Ying Qi, shook it lightly in front of him twice, then grabbed his wrist that was still holding the dim sum, brought it closer to his lips, opened his thin lips lightly, and bit on the On the incomplete corner that has been gnawed.

There seemed to be hooks in his long and narrow phoenix eyes, staring at Ying Qi's slowly turning red face, lowering his stiff wrist, and shifting his gaze to his lips, I don't know if he was looking at the white pastry powder left there, or Ying Qi's face. Pale red lips, after a long time, he swallowed the pastry in his mouth, stretched out his red tongue and licked his lower lip, then wiped off the white powder remaining at the corner of the other's mouth, smiled and murmured: "Understood?"

Ying Qi froze on the spot, her face began to turn red belatedly.

These days, as a stand-in, the intimacy between him and His Majesty is not rare, and he is trying to adapt, but the other party always breaks his cognition again when he has adapted to the intimacy of the previous two , so that his perception and reason can never catch up.

He thought that one day he would slowly adapt, from unfamiliar to familiar to accustomed, but only now did he realize that he would never be able to catch up with His Majesty's speed.

Ying Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the warm and soft sunlight came in from the open door, hitting his eyebrows and eyes, and dyed the small fan-like eyelashes with a layer of light golden powder, making it look like A tiny butterfly flapped by a strong wind and waves, it flaps its wings in the sudden tide of strange emotions, but it can never escape the boundless undercurrent, helpless and pitiful.

The black eyes were slowly soaked in a layer of mist, Ying Qi raised his head, His Majesty's face was gradually blurred in his pupils, but the scorching gaze was like a strong light, piercing his heart directly, leaving Made a clear and indelible impression.

All senses gradually faded away, leaving only the place where the corners of his mouth had been rubbed heavily, revealing an indescribable heat that would burn his whole body.

Ying Qi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his stiff fingers were still pinching the snack that the two of them had bitten.

He lowered his head, and the originally incomplete corner of the dim sum was covered with another person's bite marks, and it expanded in a circle, completely engulfing the marks left by him...

Ying Qi remembered the way His Majesty looked at him when he bit down on the snack, and finally understood something.

The shadow guard just looked down at the snack in his hand, and didn't move for a while, but Li Xingjin saw the helpless and hesitant look before, which made him feel puzzled and softened at the same time.

Forget it, this was just the beginning, he was the one who pushed people a little harder.

He was about to say something, but he saw that Ying Qi finally made a move, but slowly stretched out his hand, and put the snack in his hand into his mouth, without looking at him from the beginning to the end.

Li Xingjin, who has been waiting to be fed, said, "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't understand the little book boy's mind for a while, so he sighed regretfully in his heart, and got up, pretending that nothing happened.

However, for some reason, his movements caused Ying Qi, who was bowing his head, to suddenly tilt his head back, as if he was afraid, but he tried his best to hold back, then suddenly raised his head, and quickly moved towards him with half-closed eyes.

……

Li Xingjin froze in place, until the crumbs of the pastry around his mouth fell down his chin and scratched the skin around him, leaving a strange itchiness, then he suddenly came back to his senses, and let out a series of free and restrained low laughs.

It wasn't until he saw the ball hiding under the quilt on the bed move, like a silent accusation from embarrassment, that he barely stopped laughing, and silently pursed his forehead.

His Ah Qi really surprised him.

It's just a little bad, it's just too shy.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to lift the quilt, but found that the corners of the quilt were tightly pressed, apparently preventing him from moving.

He regretted and coaxed helplessly: "How about Ah Qi come out, I won't laugh anymore, I'm stuffy in the quilt, I'll be suffocated in a while."

Blame him for being too surprised, the expression on his face could not be restrained, and he showed his clues, which made the already hesitant and sensitive little beast notice it all at once, but now he was really annoyed, no amount of banknotes could coax him came back.

Li Xingjin couldn't stop the smile on his face, but he was afraid that people would really suffocate him, so he had no choice but to hold back the joy in his voice, try his best to be serious, and gently coaxed him. In the end, he had no choice but to pretend to be angry He looked down, drank a few words, and ordered people to come out.

Under the snow-white brocade quilt, the person curled up in a ball finally moved, and slowly opened a corner of the hard shell like a little turtle, but was still reluctant, so he only grabbed the corner of the brocade quilt and stretched out half a finger Meaning.

Li Xingjin looked at the finger that was as white as the brocade quilt, the nails were clean and round, with a hint of pink, imprinted in the color of snow, they were extraordinarily beautiful and delicate.

If you don't know that the other side is thin calluses that can't be removed, and scars that can't be removed on the palms and backs, such hands should obviously be raised by being pampered by others.

He had indeed thought this way before, and did so. After he became powerful and finally stopped walking on eggshells, he tried every means to pamper the other party, keep him clean, pamper him, even intentionally or unintentionally. Prevent the other party from touching swords and other things, even if the child always lies on his body when he is tired from martial arts training, hooking his neck and making a serious and childish promise that he learns martial arts to protect his majesty.

His heart was indeed moving, as long as he thought about it, he felt as if the blood in his whole body was hot, but the heartache filled his brain more intensely than the heartbeat, and he felt distressed and afraid.

So he tried to teach humanistic prose and scriptures, tried to cultivate children's interest, and cultivated people into what he imagined, so that he would not be able to wield knives and guns in the future, which would make him feel anxious and uncomfortable.

But he forgot that the child does not completely belong to him. Before coming to Changming Palace, the other party had another identity, that is, the son of a great general. It is given by this identity.

When he didn't know him yet.

He failed, his A Qi had already been shaped into his hobbies and personality when he was in the General's Mansion, and his efforts could not change the other party in the slightest.

As if destined, in the Changming Palace, if there is no child's martial arts, he may not be able to wait for the day when he drags his dying body, but when he finally has the opportunity to train the other party according to his own wishes, the child will already be there. In the environment of fighting for many years, it is inseparable from that martial arts.

His repulsion and dislike made the two of them farther and farther apart, so when she grew up, Song Qi, armed with martial arts, with the blood of loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, and the battlefield, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and left the palace without looking back. , left him.

Those hands that he wanted to take good care of, and hoped that they would never be stained with wounds, were just like the friendship between the two that was drifting away, and in the end, it was contrary to his wishes, with thin calluses on his fingertips and scars on his hands.

Li Xingjin's fingertips touched Shangyingqi, stretched out his fingers outside the brocade quilt, slowly poked them in, and held hands with others, while the other hand tentatively opened the corner of the quilt that exposed the gap, and said solemnly: "Ah Seven, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just very happy, very happy."

The peaks and turns turn, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

After going around in circles, his Ah Qi finally came back to him.

This time, he will not force the other party, but he will get what he can firmly hold in his palm, even if he uses any means.

The little tortoise hiding in the turtle shell finally no longer resisted the gentle force, and let the other party dig itself out of the shell, revealing his naked and honest heart, naked.

Yue Mo really couldn't take it anymore, the tip of Ying Qi's nose couldn't help moving, the end of her eyes turned red, and there was even fine sweat on her temples, soaking her black hair, her cheeks and neck were pink, I don't know if it was the heat or Why, Li Xingjin was stunned by the light pink in the white complexion.

Ying Qi was obediently dug out and exhausted all her courage, now she dare not even look at Li Xingjin, her skin that had been steamed by heat was suddenly exposed to the air, there was an illusion of being completely opened, Ying Qi Zang Looking at that gaze, he bit his lip and lay on the opponent's shoulder, rubbing sweat on the opponent's clothes, silently resisting.

Li Xingjin couldn't help laughing again, his chest began to vibrate, but he endured Ying Qi's pitiful temper, and took a deep breath, like hugging a child, before the shadow guard had time to exclaim , he suddenly picked up the person and left the bed.

If he stayed here any longer, he was afraid that he really couldn't bear it anymore.

However, if you can't stay in bed, you can get a little back for other things.

Before Ying Qi could react, he leaned against the wall and said confidently: "The little book boy was so bold that he attacked the young master just now, the young master wants to get it back now."

After finishing speaking, he pinched the little bookboy's minibus and kissed it deeply.