Shen Gong Ji

I straightened my upper body but didn't dare to raise my eyes to look at him, so I could only stare at the phoenix wings embroidered on the red carpet in front of me, racking my brains to think of what to say.He obviously had a lot to say before meeting him, and the real thing is about to come, but his mind is empty, and he can't even utter a word...

"I... don't know if Your Majesty is well these days..." What kind of lame greeting is this! ! !

He seemed to chuckle, and then suddenly fell silent.After a while, his bare feet appeared in my line of sight, set against the clean white jade floor of the bright red hem, as if washed with milk.

He walked up to me and gently held my arm to help me up.I quickly looked up at him, and for some reason, my heart suddenly started beating wildly.

He said, "Your hair has grown so much, it looks like we haven't seen each other for a while. Do you blame me?"

That's right... Maybe if Prince Zhu Ran hadn't come, you wouldn't have planned to see me in your life...

But of course I can't point at his nose and yell at Chen Shimei for liking the new and loathing the old...First of all, he is the emperor, and secondly, I'm not his old...he's too old...

"Your Majesty dare not. Your Majesty has a lot to do every day, and it is common to forget one or two people occasionally..."

"I haven't forgotten you." After the little emperor finished speaking, he looked around, "It's fine for Du Ruo to stay and serve, you all go down."

The other palace servants in the room all agreed, and then filed out of the gate.Du Ruo also seemed to be deaf and blind, standing quietly in the corner like a shadow, no different from anyone else.

Everyone is gone, and I feel a little more relaxed about writing.But after all, he couldn't find the casualness and presumptuousness he dared to show when facing the little emperor before entering the palace.At that time, I was too ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, but after entering the palace and going through the baptism of many levels, I no longer dared to put myself and the little emperor on an equal footing.

Although theoretically speaking, it is a bad habit of the feudal system to classify people into ranks, ranks, ranks and ranks, but after arriving in this world, I found that high-ranking people always have a kind of courage that makes you feel intimidated, and they unconsciously put their own position Reduced.

Such as Huang Yafu, such as the noble son, such as Zhu Ran, and such as the current little emperor...

"You've changed." He looked at me for a while and said this sentence.

changed?Where have I changed... Obviously you have changed, okay...

"Why have you been silent?" He laughed again, "Now there are no outsiders, you can relax."

I raised my head tentatively and looked into his face, but still didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.I grinned at the corners of my mouth, trying to make my smile look better, but the effect is probably the opposite... "Your Majesty..."

He smiled slightly, showing a slight dimple, "Come with me."

I followed him through the middle hall and outer room separated by heavy curtains, turned around a twelve-sided screen inlaid with pearls, jade and precious stones, and entered the inner hall.The light in the hall is dense, and the light comes from the red lantern in the hand of the bronze lantern slave, which casts a layer of rouge-like glow on all objects.The ground is covered with a snow-white sheepskin blanket, which is very warm and comfortable even if you step on it with bare feet.An exquisite and tall babu bed, it seems that the material is also rosewood, the outer baffles and fences are covered with exquisite wood carvings, the bedposts are also coiled with carvings of flower vines, hanging with silver and red silk curtains, faintly like a The hallway with misty smoke gauze leads to the wide bed covered with brocade quilt.

I looked at the bed and secretly swallowed...

But the little emperor walked towards a shelf covered with silk satin on the side, and pulled it open to reveal an easel.There were already boards laid out, and even the linen ordered.

he is...

He looked back at me halfway, "Seeing how beautifully you painted Prince Qi, I want one too."

His tone inadvertently reveals a bit of a child's willfulness, which is really cute to watch.

I laughed, "If your majesty wants, I will definitely draw your majesty more handsome than Prince Qi~"

I explained the word handsome to him before entering the palace, so he understood the meaning of the word.

"Hmph, I'm more 'handsome' than that Zhu Ran." He walked to the table, took out a wine jug from the warming porcelain urn, poured a cup, put it in his nose, smelled it, and took a sip, "You The paint I need is next to me, what pose do I want to pose?"

The way he raised his eyebrows finally made the gap between us break down a bit, and I seemed to have regained the feeling when I was with him before entering the palace, so I stopped bowing my head and looked straight at him "Your Majesty, do you want me to paint an oil portrait? That's not a project that can be completed in the time of a song."

He turned to look at me, "How long will it take you then?"

"If it's so big, it will take about five days."

"Then don't I have to send you here every day?"

When I heard it, it was a good thing!Summoned every night, the outside world can't think that I'm so favored. Didn't the brother's identity go up all at once?

I'm afraid that nothing will happen if the tree attracts the wind like this...

But I can't think too much about it.Isn't it a good thing to be favored?

"It seems inevitable if you really want to..." I grinned at him.

"Hahaha, you are really getting more and more cunning~"

"Isn't this what your majesty wants to paint? If you want a portrait like that of Prince Qi, wouldn't my servants have to run to you every day?"

"Is it my co-author?" He gave me a white look, although that look seems to be winking no matter how you look at it...

I found the prepared paint from the small table next to the easel. I don't know how the little emperor knew the method of preparation, or did he get it from the clerical department?

"You haven't said what pose I want to pose." He asked, with a little excitement on his face.

I looked around, and unexpectedly saw a jinse with Yanle pictures painted all over it in the hall.The so-called zither actually looks a bit like a guzheng or something. The difference is that it is much larger than a qin and has fifty strings. It is said that it is very complicated to play, and the method of playing it is almost lost in modern times.

When I first learned this knowledge, I learned it when I was studying Jinse's poem...

"Your Majesty, can you play the harp?"

He glanced at it and nodded, "I'll play it when I have nothing to do."

Damn, this kid is really omnipotent...

This gave me an idea, "Just play a song, and I'll make a draft of your playing skills today, how about it?"

He was very cooperative.The jinse was placed in front of a low couch, and he sat cross-legged on the couch, his slender fingers raised a graceful arc in the air, and made a series of flexible and changeable voiceless sounds, like pearls and jade splashing.I sat down in front of the easel and looked at him carefully.His black hair was hanging down, his red sleeves were like clouds, his slightly closed eyes were calm, and following the rhythmic and brisk music, his every movement was as moving as a dance.

I found that the more I looked, the more I couldn't hold other things in my eyes, so I quickly turned my eyes and started to finalize the drawing on the canvas.I tried my best to capture his most beautiful movements. After all, in this age without cameras, it would be a pity not to keep such beautiful scenes.

The red light is dimmed, the fragrance is lingering, and the voice of jinse is joyful and sad, echoing continuously.I used a paintbrush to outline his eyebrows and eyes inch by inch, probably because I was too excited to paint, and there was faint sweat on his forehead.His movements became faster and faster, and the kneading and hooking between his fingers was too complicated, as if flying on the strings, which was dazzling.I was also brought into the music without knowing it, and my attention was never so focused. Not only did I finish the draft, but even the first layer of background color in a short period of time.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and the song was over.I also stopped painting, leaned back on the back of the chair, and took a deep breath.

I looked at the painting and didn't notice that the little emperor had walked behind me.A faint scent of herbs suddenly enveloped him, it was the scent of the little emperor...

My heart beat faster, and I felt a hand on my shoulder, and his breath sprayed on the side of my neck, making me almost forget to breathe.

"Are you drawing like me? Why doesn't it look like me?" His voice was hoarse, and he chuckled bewitchingly.

"It's only the first day, it's just started, how can it be like this?"

"Tell me, you or Guan Shangyi, who draws better?" He whispered in my ear, the hand on the shoulder began to slide into my loose collar, slightly cold palm It irritated my skin, and I couldn't help trembling, and I couldn't even breathe unsteadily...

"Your servant... Your servant's skills are clumsy... dare not compare with Guan Meiren..."

"How do you talk like them? I like the way you used to talk." With a bit of charming complaint, I don't know what's wrong, but just listening to it, I feel a fire burning in my heart, my skin It also became extremely sensitive, and I could feel his hand falling on my chest, gently rubbing that point, teasing erotically.I knew what was going to happen next, but I didn't want to break free at all...

I'm done... I must have been bent... This dead boy broke me...

Before I could sigh, his kiss fell on my exposed shoulder and neck like a feather, and the tingling feeling spread to the whole body along the touching skin.I simply let go, no longer resisting his attraction to me, closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest.He jerked off my belt and my clothes, and when I turned around, I met his kiss.

Although the first kiss is gone, but this time, I really realized what it feels like to kiss until the dark is written in those novels.As if he sensed my jerkyness, he lightly opened my lips, inserted into my mouth, and seduced and teased my lips.Clumsily trying to respond, snorts colliding, I got so carried away by the intimacy that I didn't notice that my shirt had slipped down to my elbows and his was in a mess.

He sucked kisses along my neck, stroked my waist and buttocks, and slid down to my thighs, rubbing and teasing repeatedly.I also hugged his beautiful body, which was not thin, panting with forgetfulness, feeling the silky satin-like touch between my fingers.

That night, he was very patient and gentle, patiently teasing me, enduring his own desires and letting me adapt.Although it was indeed painful, I couldn't say that I hated this affair, because after all, in the end, I was really distraught, calling his name out loud, and climbed to the extreme of happiness with him.

I didn't know that doing this kind of thing with another man not only doesn't feel disgusting, but can be so frantically involved.I completely forgot who and where I was, and the only thing I could see and remember was the person in front of me.It felt so wonderful, so wonderful that it made people a little scared.

So the next morning, when I woke up on the little emperor's dragon bed, I was in a daze for a while.

Am I still Yang Juntian?I actually went to bed with the little emperor? ?

And still... so crazy...

I must be crazy? ? ?

Feeling self-defeating in my heart, I groaned and covered my face, wishing I could find a crack in the ground and get in...

But when I turned my head, I saw the little emperor turned sideways, with his head resting on my shoulder, the tips of his black eyelashes were lit with sunlight, and his slightly raised lips seemed to have a honey-like luster.

In an instant, my whole heart softened, as if what happened last night didn't matter anymore...

It's so strange... this feeling...

This... the feeling that when you wake up in the morning and turn your head, you can see someone snuggling up to you, sleeping next to you... seems to be similar to happiness?

I was terrified by my own definition...

I rely on...

I don't really like this kid...