Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Some strange emotions suddenly rose in Jiang Yu's heart.

It was a deeper throbbing.

At this moment, he was finally sure that Mr. Yan was Shi Qing, the person he had been thinking about all along.

The feeling of lost and found is too heavy, and Jiang Yu is a little out of breath.

He is now glad that he went to Qingyan Building, otherwise, as soon as he remembered what would happen to Shi Qing when the scene was going to continue, he would want to slaughter the whole Qingyan Building!

He hugged Han Shiqing tightly, with his chin resting on Shi Qing's shoulder, he didn't want the other party to see his murderous intent.

"Shi Qing, is what you said true?" He asked tentatively, "Are you really thinking of me?"

He didn't mention the word "death" because he was also afraid, he was afraid that what he saw was just a dream, and when he said that word, Shi Qing would be like all the people in his dreams in the past two years, covered with feathers Jian, leaning against him weakly with his eyes tightly closed, completely lost his current vitality and vigor.

"What?" Under the strong force of the medicine, Shi Qing lost his sanity and forgot what he had said. He only felt hot, while Jiang Yu's body was warm and cold. He leaned forward, palms down, and groped. Reaching into Jiang Yu's lapel, sliding it on his neck and collarbone, "Hot... help me..."

Jiang Yu took a light breath, held the person who was moving in his arms, and persuaded him in a hoarse voice, "Be patient, we will be there soon."

After speaking, he urged the coachman again.

When he arrived at the palace, Jiang Yu carried Han Shiqing off the carriage, and hurried back to his bedroom. His strides were windy, and all the court ladies and eunuchs were dumbfounded.

In the past two years, they have never seen His Majesty bring anyone back to their bedroom, regardless of gender, and they don't know who it is this time that can make His Majesty so anxious.

From their point of view, they could only see a piece of Han Shiqing's white and tender arm exposed outside, and his head was tightly covered, so no one could see his appearance clearly.

Jiang Yu carefully placed Han Shiqing on the spacious big bed, tightened the curtains, ordered someone to bring in a basin of hot water, personally wiped Han Shiqing's sweat with a handkerchief, and helped him clean up the dirt that he rubbed on the floor of the Qingyan building. Sewage.

Han Shiqing's lower face was already flushed red, he curled up his toes uncomfortably, his two long straight and white legs rubbed against each other, his palms clutched the brocade quilt impatiently, whimpering like a small animal, very pitiful.

"Help me, help me quickly..." Han Shiqing wanted to rub it himself, but Jiang Yu pressed his fingers, put the handkerchief between his legs, and wiped his inner thighs up and down, but only Not touching the thing in the middle, the anxious Han Shiqing was sweating profusely, his face was flushed, and he screamed.

When Jiang Yu finally finished wiping, Han Shiqing lost all strength in his hands and feet, but the burning desire did not fade away, making his whole body so sensitive that even if he rubbed against the brocade quilt, he would turn red and want to sharpen Call.

Jiang Yu finally stopped teasing him, he untied his clothes neatly, put his hand on Shi Qing's side, kissed the teardrops falling from Shi Qing's eyes, kissed his wet eyelashes, followed by the tip of his sweaty nose, His thin red lips were bitten, and he covered Han Shiqing's ear, his voice was low and gentle, "Shiqing, do you know who I am? Say my name."

Jiang Yu's skin temperature was much lower than his, so he quickly stuck his arms and legs together, put his arms around Jiang Yu's neck, his legs clamped around Jiang Yu's waist shamelessly, and leaned over to kiss his Adam's apple, which was right in front of his eyes. He mumbled, "Jiang Yu, good boy, help me, help me..."

Jiang Yu was slightly distracted by the title.

After he was adopted by Han Shiqing in the previous life, Han Shiqing often praised him for being cute because of some trivial things, and he would coax him like a child, really treating him like his own brother.

But now being called that by the other party, Jiang Yu suddenly felt a strange emotion in his heart, such as sympathizing with the little fun in the world, he was playing a child, and he was viciously torturing his brother who was six years older than himself.

Perhaps he was really a little perverted, and he became even more excited when he thought about it.

He rubbed Shi Qing's ears twice with his teeth, and said with a light smile, "Brother, I'm not young anymore."

He even pulled down one of Han Shiqing's hands and stretched it under him, talking nasty words, "Touch it, isn't it already big?"

But it turns out that you can never compete with someone who has taken a strong X drug.

Instead, Han Shiqing grabbed Jiang Yu's finger and pushed it all the way up into his mouth. The bright red tip of his tongue licked the slender finger, swallowed half of it, swept across the finger joints and joints, and when he took it out, it was already covered with his mouth The saliva even pulled a shallow silver thread between the tip of the tongue and the fingers.

"My back is itchy, good boy, help my brother to do it." Han Shiqing nestled under Jiang Yu's body, her peach blossom eyes were full of tears, her buttocks rubbed against the brocade quilt impatiently, and begged him, "Put your fingers in, please... ..."

Jiang Yu looked at him like this, his head seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer, which blinded him, and then he heard the sound of his own rationality disconnected.

He lifted one of Shi Qing's legs to his shoulder, wrapped his wet fingers around the exposed double mounds, and pressed them against the soft folds hidden in them by searching for a gap.

Shi Qing touched something upturned with his hand, rubbed it indiscriminately, biting his lip and moaning, making Jiang Yu's eyes burst into flames.

He was moving below, but he bent down and kissed Han Shiqing's lips.

He had been refraining from kissing Shi Qing before, because he was afraid that he would lose control.

Sure enough, as soon as he touched Shi Qing's lips, Jiang Yu's eyes really turned red. He put down Shi Qing's leg, freed a hand to press the side of his face tightly, tilted his head to pry his teeth open, and drove straight in, attacking the city. , entangled, indulged, with a strong possessive desire, like a violent storm, not giving the people under him a chance to rest.

Jiang Yu didn't let go until he realized that Shi Qing could barely breathe, but still pressed against his nose, rubbing lightly, his voice was low and hoarse, but extremely gentle, "Shi Qing, thank you for coming back ..."

With red eyes, he lightly pecked Shi Qing's red lips kissed by him, and repeated, "Thank you, thank you for coming back to see me..."

Jiang Yu's whole body and heart seemed to be filled with happiness, but this kind of happiness made him feel choked up in his throat, tears rolled in his eyes, and finally dripped on Shi Qing's eyes. The corners of his mouth were salty and astringent.

Han Shiqing slept until noon the next day. When he woke up, he felt sore all over his body, especially the hard-to-speak place. He touched it, and his face turned red instantly.

completely swollen...

One can imagine how intense what he and Jiang Yu did yesterday...

Absurd memories popped out of his head, Han Shiqing covered his face, and suddenly had the urge to die again.

what to do?Jiang Yu saw through his identity, should he continue to pretend?

If he didn't pretend, wouldn't everything he said and done before be revealed?

Also, he still doesn't know how to face Jiang Yu when he is sober. Anyone who died twice reappeared. Doesn't anyone think this is unreasonable?

And he hasn't really planned to be with Jiang Yu for a long time yet.

At the beginning, he forgave Jiang Yu for the time being because Jiang Yu was going to serve as a soldier in the north, and his life and death were unpredictable. He didn't want Jiang Yu to be distracted. Later, when the barbarians attacked Zhige City, he died in the barbarian camp to save his second brother. That is, he was separated from Jiang Yu again.

Now that the war is over, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and his family members are still alive and healthy, but he doesn't know how to get along with Jiang Yu as Han Shiqing.

After going around for so many years, he still has to admit that Jiang Yu's love puts pressure on him.

This pressure made him a little timid and cringe, not daring to take a step closer to him.

Just as he was thinking, the heavy palace door was pushed open by the palace servants, Han Shiqing's eyebrows twitched, he hurriedly pulled up the quilt and lay back on the pillow, and began to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

He pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between Jiang Yu and the maid.

"Aren't you awake yet?" Jiang Yu lowered his voice, as if afraid of waking him up.

"Return to Your Majesty, the young master has been sleeping since last night, and the slaves dare not call him."

"Okay, you go down."

Then there was the sound of closing the door, the sound of Jiang Yu's approaching footsteps, and a strong smell of food piercing his nose.

Han Shiqing hadn't had a serious meal for several days. At this time, he was still awake. Although he deliberately endured, he was still defeated by his hungry and flat stomach. When Jiang Yu just pulled up a chair and sat on the bedside, a long string of The grunting sound came from under the quilt, and it sounded very abruptly in the quiet bedroom.

Jiang Yu: "..."

Han Shiqing: "..."

The former resisted the urge to laugh, and coughed to cover up his smile, but in fact his eyes were bent into crescent moons, which was quite hard work.

Han Shiqing silently covered his face with the quilt, and he had no face to see Jiang Yu again.

"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry last night. You were poisoned (forgive me, I was afraid of being harmed by Guan Liyuan), and you clung to me, so I can only detoxify you personally." Yu broke the deadlock first, but what he said caused Han Shiqing who was hiding under the quilt to lift the quilt and looked at him in disbelief.

Why didn't Jiang Yu recognize him?

Why not reveal his identity?

What does he mean?

At this time, Han Shiqing's head was full of question marks, but he couldn't ask any of them.

So he decided to follow Jiang Yu and said in surprise, "Mr. Han, are you actually the current emperor?!"

He wanted to get out of bed to salute Jiang Yu, but was stopped.

Jiang Yu's acting skills have always been superb, "You are still very weak, so you can avoid these hypocrisy."

He eagerly brought a bowl of warm, fragrant and soft bird's nest porridge from the tray, and handed it to Han Shiqing, "I know you haven't eaten properly for several days, and now you finally woke up, so hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

Jiang Yu's expression and tone were extremely gentle and polite, showing an image of an easy-going, gentle and refined emperor, which made Han Shiqing feel creepy for no reason.

He took the porridge, intending to act to the end first, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

"Try it." Jiang Yu looked at him with a hopeful expression, and his eyes seemed to be full of stars.

Han Shiqing took a sip, his eyes lit up immediately, and then he ate two more mouthfuls, chewing like a little squirrel.

Jiang Yu smiled with satisfaction.

He made this with his own hands, and there are mild and healthy medicinal materials in it, which can be regarded as medicinal food.

It seems that Shi Qing's taste has not changed over the years, and he still loves his medicinal food so much.

Han Shiqing was eating happily when Jiang Yu who was beside him suddenly coughed and said to him, "Mr. Yan, since I already have a physical relationship with you, I must be responsible to you."

Han Shiqing's mouth was still full of porridge, he looked at Jiang Yu suspiciously, and tilted his head cutely.

Jiang Yu laughed.

He asked: "I want to bring you into the harem, are you willing?"

He had just finished speaking when he heard a poof.

Han Shiqing sprayed all the porridge on his luxurious dragon robe with a mouthful.