we can't stop

Before the topic slipped into danger, Xie Jiahang coughed up the earth-shattering tuberculosis with his own strength, turned the tide in time, and ended the talk.

He Tuhu was surprised and suspicious, and wanted to say something more, Pan Feng patted his arm, and said mysteriously: "General He, step back now, you are loyal to the king and patriotic."

Butcher He: "???"

As soon as they left, Xie Jiahang was immediately trapped between his arms and the desk by Han Xiu, and said with a dry smile: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, I, my humble servant, feel the wind and cold..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were sealed by Han Xiu.

"Fengchi? Then pass it on to me."

The upper body was kissed by Han Xiu and couldn't help falling back, tilted at an angle of more than 45 degrees, Xie Jiahang had to support it with both hands, so as not to fall on the table.In this way, the power of refusal was completely useless, and he could only passively follow Han Xiu's rhythm.

Thinking about it, he was really worried about those people in the Leng Palace.Shao Jinqi's choice of Han Xiu's favorite concubine depends on him to attract firepower, and Yang Shuhui's use of private soldiers depends on him to sacrifice her appearance. I don't know what will happen to him in the future...

While wandering in thought, Han Xiu lightly bit his lower lip.Xie Jiahang came back to his senses, Han Xiu kissed the corner of his lips, teasingly said: "Gambling King seems to know something about last night's sex."

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Xie Jiahang's back: "How is it possible? I came back by car with His Majesty, and I have nothing to do with King Juancheng..."

Han Xiu looked at him with a half-smile.

Xie Jiahang's voice gradually lowered, and there was nothing to hide in his sight.Even he himself felt that it was impossible to hide it from Han Xiu, so he laughed dryly, "Does Your Majesty want to pursue this matter?"

"Pan Feng found the letters from the personal guards of Juancheng Prince and the ministers who punished the rebels last night." Han Xiu didn't answer directly, but talked about other things, "Although you also like to cause me a little trouble, you are better than me. Your younger brother will be much more at ease."

Xie Jiahang was silent.

Doesn't this mean that the king of Juancheng is not only an ordinary scumbag, but even a traitor?

In the long history, the brothers of the royal family fight against each other, and cannibalism is not uncommon.If any emperor is changed, I am afraid that thunder will enrage and blood will flow into rivers.

But Han Xiu's attitude was very ambiguous, making it difficult to fathom his true thoughts, and he didn't even have any unexpected surprises, as if everything had already been under his control.

"What are you thinking about?"

Han Xiu leaned against his cheek, slowly hugged his waist, and said softly: "The queen mother is still here, even if the emperor makes a serious mistake, how can I, as an elder brother, kill him?"

A little bit of warmth followed his embrace and slowly seeped into Xie Jiahang's bones.

Knowing that this person is narrow-minded and mentally twisted, she still unknowingly falls into the tenderness he reveals from time to time.

Although he always looks unapproachable, Han Xiu is a gentleman from the bottom of his heart.He is more wicked and uninhibited than a complete gentleman. When he gets angry, he will think of various ways to humiliate others, but in the end he never uses his power to hurt others, and he never punishes people with state agencies, even those The little revenge you do yourself is too cute.

Acting coquettishly and jokingly, Han Xiu said: "But the lesson must be given after all. You can just trap Han Shao in the other garden to recuperate. After all, it was the queen mother who wanted to see him this time and gave him back. Jing’s opportunity, now that he is lying there every day, the queen mother can watch as long as she wants, which is even better. After the new year, I will drive him back to Juancheng.”

Xie Jiahang imagined the scene of Han Shao lying half dead on the bed and any queen mother watching, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"Before you do something big next time, remember to let me know."

Feeling Han Xiu rubbing against his neck, Xie Jiahang raised a hand to grab his shoulder, and replied in a dizzy voice: "Um..."

"You were reported to me by the captains of the three states in the last national competition. Didn't I clean up the mess for you?" Han Xiu bit his ear, "You troublemaker, you will cause me trouble."

"..."

Troubleshooter?

Maybe it was because Han Xiu's embrace was too warm, maybe it was because the heat in the hall was too hot, Xie Jiahang's nerves were like soaking in warm spring water, he was so dull that he didn't think about anything anymore.

The body temperature gradually climbed during the kiss.

When they realized it, both of them had opened their clothes. Han Xiu raised one of his legs and kissed them all the way down the neck.

Hugging and kissing with Han Xiu was very comfortable, but Xie Jiahang was still a little shy when he made it to the last step. He stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Your Majesty...should...should I go to court early?"

"I'm so beautiful now, I'm not going to court early today."

Xie Jiahang: "..."

Good guy, is he becoming Daji?

Han Xiu raised his face, his eyes were full of lust, and a large jade-like chest was exposed under the open uniform, which was slightly heaving due to the suppressed desire.

The Emperor of Wei already had a bewitching face, and his emotions were comparable to nuclear weapons.

Xie Jiahang has never seen him like this before, a large cloud of mushrooms exploded in his mind, his cheeks were hot, his eyes were flying wildly, and he couldn't help but compromise: "Uh, this... the first time... how about being more traditional... ... go to bed?"

Han Xiu kissed the back of his hand and was about to pick him up, but Xie Jiahang hurriedly refused: "No need! I can walk by myself."

Looking back, he has been to Han Xiu's bedroom so many times, and he is already familiar with it.

He freed his thigh from Han Xiu's hand and jumped off the desk.During the movement, something slipped out along the sleeve, rolled around on the carpet, and Dululu lay down.

He thought it was bad, bent down to pick it up, and was hugged by Han Xiu from behind when he stood up, "I saw you grinding with sandpaper last night. What is this?"

The edge of the ring has been rounded. Xie Jiahang took Han Xiu's left hand and slowly slipped the ring along his ring finger.The size is just right, although it is a bit crude, but Han Xiu's thin and slender hands make the ring shine.

He raised the corner of his lips: "It's quite suitable."

Xie Jiahang carefully observed Han Xiu's fingers, and felt that his finger circumference was similar to Shen Cheyuan's, so he made the ring according to Shen Cheyuan's ring finger.

Han Xiu raised his hand and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Your name is engraved on it. Do you want to take it off and have a look?"

Han Xiu took off the ring, saw a few characters engraved on the inner ring that he had never seen before, and there were dotted horizontal lines with unknown meanings, and he was slightly taken aback.

Xie Jiahang knew that he had never seen the combination of letters and Gamose codes, so he smirked and said, "You don't understand the romance of science students."

In fact, Chinese characters cannot be engraved on the ring, and Xie Jiahang, a man of science, has been complained about by his teachers since he was a child, and only letters and numbers are better written.

"It is said that the vein on the ring finger of the left hand is connected to the heart. Wearing the ring here represents the bond of heart and loyalty."

Han Xiu stretched out his fingers and asked Xie Jiahang to put it on again, kissed his ear and said, "Why is it that I am the only one who wants to be loyal to you, what about yours?"

"..." Xie Jiahang choked.

Only then did the science man realize that rings are usually in pairs.The first time I was unskilled in doing business, I accidentally forgot my share.

Han Xiu saw that his face was stiff, so he didn't care about it, and got back on track: "Hurry up and go to bed."

The gauze curtain fell to block the light of the sky.

The red candles are hanging high, the high hall is welcoming, and the brocade quilt is crossing the mandarin ducks.

Han Xiu took a bite on the back of Xie Jiahang's neck. Seeing that his expression was tangled, angry, and confused, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and asked amusedly, "What's wrong?"

The silver light flickered between his fingers, making Xie Jiahang slightly distracted.

Xie Jiahang was crazily cursing the Xiao sisters, Yang Gongjin, Lu Xinyu...etc., all the people who had called Han Xiu "the impotence monster" in front of him.

Do you know the truth that you have no right to speak without investigation? Don’t mislead your disciples if you haven’t practiced it yourself!

His body trembled involuntarily following Han Xiu's movements.

The air in Xuchang was dry in winter, and he was panting too much, his throat was unavoidably dry, and his voice became hoarse: "Han Xiu...is he alright?"

Han Xiu let out a muffled laugh: "You can't do it anymore?"

"..." Xie Jiahang rolled his eyes and said weakly, "Okay, very good, please continue, can you work harder? Have you eaten yet?"

Han Xiu couldn't help laughing out loud, bowed his head and kissed his eyes.Seeing that he was really suffering, he slowed down his movements, and simply chatted with him to divert his attention: "How about going horseback riding in the afternoon? You said you wanted to learn last time, and you let me go..."

Thinking that Xie Jiahang actually made himself wait all afternoon, he ran to Luming Lake to go boating with the prince of Xiliang, and punished him for a few deep dives.

Xie Jiahang couldn't think at all, so he could only answer casually: "Hmm..."

After answering, he realized after he had finished, how can he ride a horse after finishing the work?

Han Xiu couldn't help laughing, Xie Jiahang quickly talked about other things to divert the embarrassment: "Then... what about the rest of the morning?"

"Do you think I won't last until the end of the morning?" Han Xiu asked intentionally.

Xie Jiahang: "..."

What a proposition.

In order to prove his ability, Han Xiu practiced himself and used the "exile" of the Three Kingdoms to kill Cao Pi, tossing and turning Xie Jiahang for a whole morning.

After everything was over, the body seemed to be hollowed out.Xie Jiahang was exhausted, his eyes were dull, and he was lying alone on the messy bed.

Han Xiu got up to pass the meal. After a while, he heard the sound of Han Xiu approaching, and he didn't move, only his eyes turned towards Han Xiu's direction.

Han Xiu kissed the sweaty hair on his forehead affectionately: "Get up and take a shower, change your clothes before eating."

Xie Jiahang clasped his hands to prop himself up, muttered, "I'm more tired than staying up late writing my graduation thesis..."

It is said that a person's work and rest are closely related to the cohabitation partners.After crossing, thanks to the little maid's call for breakfast and the diet rules of the cold palace, Xie Jiahang lived a healthy life in ancient times: going to bed early and getting up early.Having been out of touch with the modern life of live broadcasting for [-] hours a day, the ability to resist fatigue has declined slightly.

Han Xiu's food here is much higher than Lenggong's.At noon, Xie Jiahang took a nap in the clean dragon bed, and Han Xiu sent someone to bring the memorial and leaned on the bedside to review it.

Although the body was already very tired, but the spirit was in a state of excitement. Xie Jiahang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. When he turned around, he happened to see Han Xiu lowered his head to write, and his long hair, which was casually loose after bathing, fell to the side of his face.Long eyelashes hang down, covering half of his eyes. This man is a natural nobleman, even laziness is so delicate.

In modern times, Han Xiu would probably wear a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, dress like a dog, and look like a social elite...

Sensing the sight next to him, Han Xiu raised his eyes and smiled at him: "Can't sleep?"

He was dual-purpose, while approving the memorial, while chatting with Xie Jiahang, just like the tens of thousands of leisurely and leisurely days in the rest of his life.

Xie Jiahang leaned on his leg, listening to his deep voice, fell asleep unknowingly.

"I've never seen the characters you engraved on the ring. Do you remember the engraving of the three characters Xie Jiahang..."

Han Xiu's voice stopped abruptly.

After a while, he stretched out his fingers and slid slowly across Xie Jiahang's face, from eyebrows, eyes, all the way to the corners of his lips.

He leaned down, carefully kissed Xie Jiahang's face, and said softly, "Good afternoon."