Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

After Li Xingjin had dinner, he went back to the dormitory and found that Ying Qi took the initiative to practice calligraphy and copy poems in the cubicle. , secretly took the previous day to take the top.

Li Xingjin didn't tell the truth, and didn't make things difficult for Ying Qi. With him around, he would definitely not let Ying Qi lose. Letting him practice was just a deception. It's not like the two of them had never done the same thing before.

He walked over, held down the moving hand, pulled out the brush from Ying Qi's hand, then took the other's hand out of the cubicle, and asked, "How many poems have you copied?"

Ying Qi was taken aback, "Do you still want to recite?"

He thought that His Majesty asked him to copy poems to practice calligraphy, and he didn't pay attention to what was written in the poems, and he couldn't understand them well.

Li Xingjin raised his forehead: "...You, forget it, let's talk about it when the time comes."

Is this because Ying Qi was left with a shadow by the fact that he forced people to learn literary prose?Why do you hate poetry so much?

Li Xingjin was angry and funny, and after co-authoring the copy these days, Ying Qi didn't take a single word to heart.

Forget it, if it really comes in handy at that time, he'll just have to think of another way.

Leading someone out of the dormitory, summoning the palace servants to fetch water, Li Xingjin cleaned Ying Qi's hands, and then dragged him back to the dormitory: "Didn't you want to sleep a long time ago?"

After saying that, he sat on the bed, "That's all for today, sleep first."

Ying Qi stood by the bed, and when he heard this, his whole body immediately relaxed. He pursed his lips and smiled, and his eyes narrowed slightly, like a cat that pats its belly after a meal with a relaxed and satisfied face, "Yeah .”

Originally thought that the emperor stopped him from copying poems to ask him to go silent, but unexpectedly the other party didn't mention it at all, Ying Qi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's not that he has no feelings for these things, it's just that when he was in the Shadow Guard camp, he heard too many stories about the shadow guards being tortured by these things, and he was afraid that if he showed any liking for literature, His Majesty would let him learn it. A civil and martial arts come.

Just now I took the initiative to practice calligraphy just because I remembered that Ying Liu said that Major General Song Qi didn't seem to be good at writing, so he wanted to practice and compete. As for what to fight for, Ying Qi himself didn't know.

Li Xingjin moved to the side to make room for Ying Qi, and suddenly felt that there was something hard underneath.

There was a trace of strangeness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and said, "What's going on under this bed—!"

"Your Majesty!" Ying Qi caught a glimpse of his movement, became anxious, and threw himself sideways.

Li Xingjin was caught off guard and lay on his back on the bed under his pressure.

The two went up and down, their eyes met, their breaths intertwined, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.

Suddenly Ying Qi's body froze, and then his cheeks flushed, and he stammered: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I," he was about to get up, but the sword-holding hand that he was always proud of didn't obey , as soon as he touched the scorching body temperature that the other party could feel through his clothes, he fell limply again.

Li Xingjin made a soft "hiss", turned over quickly, pressed the person under his body, stretched his hands down, and then laughed lowly, hitting Ying Qi's ear tip with his fiery breath, making a gorgeous blush, the emperor The voice was hoarse and almost silent, whispering in Ying Qi's ear: "Ying Qi is also suffocated?"

It was obviously a questioning tone, but he said it with great certainty.

Ying Qi was lying on the bed, hidden under the bed where he was close to his waist and buttocks through the thin mattress, thinking of the protagonist in the story book, a secret, unrequited excitement arose in his heart for no reason , As soon as such thoughts came out, the whole body of the shadow guard turned red, as if reflected by the sunset.

Li Xingjin was fascinated by the sight, the love and darkness in his eyes could almost swallow people up, he pressed closer to the other party with more force, trying to relieve the hunger in his heart, but he was increasingly unable to restrain his crazy desire.

Stretching out his hand to caress Ying Qi's side face, Li Xingjin's eyes were blurred, even with such a delicate and unremarkable face, he could still instantly lose the self-control he was so proud of.

His voice became lower and lower, "I help Ying Qi, okay?"

Ying Qi trembled all over, closed his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes cast a trembling shadow under the light, like a butterfly strayed into a flower bush without knowing its way back, helpless and fragile, he could only let the wind and rain hit him, silent and obedient.

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Afterwards, Li Xingjin leaned on the side of the bed with one hand, leaned sideways, and looked at Ying Qi who was sleeping beside him with his lips curled up, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped out.

He pointed his index finger between the brows of the other party's kiss, thinking of the other party's mood when he became angry from embarrassment, he couldn't help but chuckled.

What a good boy, I can't bear this kind of level, what should I do in the future...?

Feeling the new changes in himself, Li Xingjin sighed deeply and lay down on his back.

Take your time, this result is much better than the previous situation where Song Qi was so resistant and disgusted by his touch after one night, and even retreated from the palace to escape from him because of this, isn't it?

As long as Ying Qi forgets the past and always loves His Majesty as he is now, everything he wants will be at his fingertips.

The next day, when Li Xingjin woke up, he unexpectedly found that Ying Qi hadn't woken up yet, with his head buried in his neck, sleeping soundly.

Li Xingjin's expression softened unconsciously, and he just looked at Ying Qi's peaceful sleeping face, until he couldn't delay any longer, then carefully raised the other's head, let him rest on the soft pillow, and got up alone.

The news of his leaving the palace last night could not be concealed from those people in Nanchu, and now that he is back, that person must be unable to sit still.

Sure enough, as soon as Li Xingjin walked out of the bedroom, he was told that the commander was out to see him.

The commander accompanied His Majesty into the meeting hall, and then said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the mighty general accompanied the Third Prince of Nanchu to pay a visit, and he is already waiting outside the palace."

General Mighty is in charge of dealing with matters related to the Southern Chu envoys. When the Third Prince of Southern Chu came to visit, the other party was worried about letting him go alone, so it was not surprising that he followed.

Li Xingjin sat on the high chair, with a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his hand and said calmly: "Xuan."

After the emperor gave an edict, and announced it layer by layer, the gate of the palace finally opened slowly, and three people walked in from the outside.

The mighty general is dressed in military uniform with an expressionless face. The young man next to him is dressed in a green shirt. His figure is thin and slender but still beautiful. He wears a gilded thin iron mask, which only covers the upper half of his face, revealing his light-colored thin lips and With a high nose bridge, her demeanor is as cold as the wind, but there is a deliberately stiff feeling.

Looking down, the other party's slender hands were held on the silver iron rod, and then looking down, it turned out to be an exquisitely shaped wheelchair, on which sat a young man with a flirtatious appearance but a pale complexion.

When Li Xingjin saw the other party, his eyes paused, and then he turned to the masked Third Prince of Nanchu, "Come from afar, welcome."

The third prince of Nanchu's eyes were bent, and the moistness in his eyes instantly turned the deliberate cold temperament into clouds of smoke. He smiled slightly, and said in a warm voice, "Long time no see."