The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (47)

But Shu Le had already lost his patience, he turned his head, and put himself in a big font: "Okay, if your Majesty wants to go up, go up, I will never say anything."

The palace was busy with trivial matters today, Zhou Sui let Shu Le out of the palace, and was busy from Maoshi to Xushi, when a news came from Jin Yiwei.

"Shu Le didn't go back to the palace after leaving the mansion, but went directly to Lord Lin's mansion."

"Master Lin hastily returned from Zhaoyue Tower, and the two of them entered the bedroom and did not leave for a long time."

Lin Jitong is a typical literati temperament, Zhou Sui didn't think much about it at first, until he peeled off Shu Le's collar and saw the marks on that person.

The old wound on Shu Le's shoulder hadn't completely healed, Zhou Sui hated anyone other than him for leaving any traces on Shu Le's body.

The hall was completely quiet, all the palace people had already retreated, leaving only the two entangled on the couch.

Zhou Sui's complexion was as dark as frost and snow, and he was shocked by Shu Le's words just now.

Together, they grabbed Shu Le's neck and said sharply, "Bold! You did it with Lin Ji behind my back?!"

Shu Le was pinched and coughed twice, and a few traces of abnormal blush soon appeared on the originally pale cheeks.

He looked up at Zhou Sui, and chuckled softly: "Why is Your Majesty so angry... Ahem, I have done everything Your Majesty has forbidden me before."

"It's just that His Majesty didn't request that I can't have sex with men."

Shu Le was pinched so hard that even her lips showed a bit of color.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, looked at Zhou Sui quietly, and said slowly, "Your Majesty seeks pleasure from this minister, and I also seek pleasure from others... Cough cough!"

Zhou Sui's subordinates exerted force, and half of Shu Le's words were swallowed into his throat.

"Shu Le! You are presumptuous!"

Zhou Sui's expression was stern, and he already had a bit of ruthlessness, "The family members of the harem cheated on the former officials, Shu Le, I think you and the Shu family are getting impatient!"

Shu Le was amused by Zhou Sui's words almost immediately.

He coughed twice more, stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Sui's hand, raised his lips and smiled, "Your Majesty, there is no general in the court, and my father and younger brother are guarding the northwest and southwest, do you really dare to kill me?"

Shu Le's voice was hoarse because of being choked, but it was very calm, even a little careless.

"Kill Chen...how did you threaten Chen's father and younger brother?"

"Shu Le! Don't push yourself too far!"

Zhou Sui was furious from Shu Le's anger, but he really didn't dare to cut his neck.

It's not just because Shu Le said that he will use him to threaten Shu Hongyi and Wen Rong.

But now Shu Le, who was pressed on the couch by him, looked very leisurely, as if life and death were meaningless.

Zhou Sui didn't speak for a while.

Shu Le is not a talkative person either.

He lay lazily on the beauty's couch, narrowed his eyes slowly and watched Zhou Sui's unpredictable expression.

After a while, Shu Le casually changed his posture again, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked in a low voice that seemed a little tired: "Okay, Your Majesty still has to do it. If I don't do it, I will be a little tired."

Before Zhou Sui could speak, Shu Le casually called Qiu Lan who was outside.

The couch was still an extraordinarily dissolute scene, only separated by a thin layer of gauze curtain, but Shu Le didn't look ashamed at all.

He poked his hand out from the gauze curtain, and told Qiu Lan, "Go and bring me the lacquer box that His Majesty gave to me."

Qiulan was slightly taken aback.

This Empress has never called the palace servants in when she was sleeping with His Majesty.

Even if His Majesty once made his whole body so soft that he couldn't even stand up, when he fell on His Majesty's shoulder and let His Majesty take him to take a bath——

Seeing the palace servants coming in, he still stopped them and let them go out.

Seeing that Qiulan didn't answer, Shu Le shook her hand hanging outside the curtain, and said impatiently: "Didn't you hear? Go and bring that lacquer box to Ben Gong!"

Qiulan immediately knelt down and said, "Go back to your mother, the slave is going!"

Qiulan has been in the palace for several years, and she has seen many shady ways in the harem, and she was lucky enough to see the things in this lacquer box.

It was after His Majesty and the Empress had done it once, and His Majesty carried the Empress to get off the couch, and ordered them to gather up the sheets and coverlets and replace them with new ones.

It was also at this time that Qiulan saw the objects in the lacquer box for the first time.

Many of the things in it are very novel, the bells and beads seem to have just been used, and there are still some moist water hanging on them, mixed with the turbid liquid, showing a bit of indulgence.

After His Majesty got up in the morning the next day, he specially ordered them to put away the things and wash them, so as not to let the Queen see them.

Qiulan quickly found the lacquer box, took it with both hands and handed it to Shu Le's outstretched hands.

Shu Le took it casually, and the white and slender hand retracted inwards, hidden in layers of veils.

After a long while, Shu Le gave a lazy order from inside the tent: "Okay, I don't need to be on duty in the palace tonight, go to rest earlier."

Qiulan knelt down again, bowed and went out.

Shu Le happily touched his small box.

Every meeting is a new surprise.

Zhou Sui was about to cover Shu Le, but when Shu Le saw the lacquer box brought in, he frowned and said, "What are you going to do?"

Shu Le raised his eyelids, lifted the lid of the lacquer box with one hand, and said to Zhou Sui: "Since your Majesty doesn't want to do it, you might as well get off the subject."

Zhou Sui froze for a moment: "...What did you say?"

Shu Le groped in the lacquer box for a while, took something out to have a look, found that he was not satisfied, and threw it back.

He glanced at Zhou Sui, and said slowly, "Since Your Majesty is not interested, I can only play by myself. I also hope that Your Majesty will get off my body. Your Majesty's posture...It is really difficult for me to move."

Zhou Sui was stunned for a while, but he didn't react for a while.

He stared at Shu Le in a daze for a while, and then repeated the previous question again: "Shu Le, what do you mean!?"

Shu Le is actually very helpless.

He has been teased twice, if he withers again this time, he feels that there may be shadows in the future.

Think about it again since ancient times when the emperor kept his promises, Shu Hongyi and Wen Rong will both leave Beijing tomorrow——

Shu Le decided to let go of himself first and then talk about it.

Although it is definitely not as easy to use as Zhou Sui.

But make do.

Shu Le groped for a while, and finally found his favorite string of beads from inside.

He didn't like this string very much before, but he liked Mr. Corner more.

But now there is no hot potion to use, so let's use this.

Shu Le took out the string, stretched out his hand and pushed Zhou Sui, moved aside by himself, and sat down at the corner of the beauty's couch.

"The minister doesn't mean anything."

Shu Le yawned, and turned the beads in his hand, "Since Your Majesty doesn't want to do it, I can relieve myself."

Zhou Sui was almost startled for a moment, his eyes were firmly locked on Shu Le's movements——

Watching helplessly, he stretched out his hand and easily tore off the belt around his waist, then took the ointment from the lacquer box, lifted the small cover, and picked out a piece with his fingers.

Then the fingers gradually invaded, and a bit of natural profligacy gradually appeared on the fair face that looked like a pretty girl.

He raised his neck, revealing a section of his thin collarbone, but it was very seductive.

Shu Le snorted and took out his fingers after almost finishing the inside.

Anyway, doing it yourself is always a very delicate feeling.

The string of glazed beads that were still very cold just now had been warmed by body temperature, Shu Le raised his eyebrows, and inadvertently glanced at Zhou Sui's position.

Then he had to stuff that thing in on his own.

He only moved a little, and before he even put the first bead in, he was pulled over by Zhou Sui and pressed down on the beauty couch again.

Zhou Sui's breathing was rapid and wild, and his eyes were filled with burning enthusiasm: "Shu Le! Do you think I'm dead!?"

Shu Le was uncomfortable under Zhou Sui's pressure, twisted his body, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "What? Your Majesty wants to play with my minister again now?"

Zhou Sui was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, he snatched the thing from Shu Le's hand, paused for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back his sneer: "Little General, I remember that you hated it so much." Breaking sleeves and dividing peaches."

Zhou Sui slid his hand over the scar on Shu Le's shoulder, and said, "If I remember correctly, your scar was left because you were once treated lightly by a man."

"Your Majesty's memory is still as good as usual."

Shu Le pushed Zhou Sui's hand away from his shoulder, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he paused, and said, "Actually, I should also thank Your Majesty."

"If His Majesty hadn't shown me the meaning of cutting off sleeves, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to appreciate the fun of it."

Shu Le let out a low gasp, "Now I have indeed discovered that this man's business has a subtle meaning in it, and it is not inferior to men's and women's business."

Seeing Zhou Sui's face turning blue with anger, Shu Lemei skillfully repaired him.

"It's just... Your Majesty seems to be a little rusty in this matter, and always hurts my minister."

Shu Le pursed her lips, and said leisurely, "This time I'm out of the palace, I happen to have a chance to learn from this Taoist. I found out that even if there is only one person, as long as you know how to play, it can be very interesting. "

Shu Le finished mending the knife, bent the corners of his mouth, and smiled innocently at Zhou Sui, "I want to try it myself, whether it is more comfortable than being with Your Majesty."

After finishing this sentence, Zhou Sui finally understood what Shu Le meant.

Do you think he is poor in technology?

How about playing with yourself? ! ?

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: Not only is my head green and shiny, but I have also been despised by technology...

Lele: Not as good as Wen Rong, not as good as Wen Rong, not as good as Wen Rong.Not even as good as glass beads, tsk.

Zhou Sui: ... Ha ha.

Wen Rong: Brother, I want you, o(╥﹏╥)o

Lin Jitong: Oh...

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Thank you Uncle Batiao for the grenade~bomb~