Crown Prince

Li Ying was forced to turn around, her white back was fleshy, funny and easy to touch.Seeing his son's chubby buttocks still twisting, Yan Xing shook his legs threateningly, and the other party reflexively clamped his little fat legs, not daring to move any more.

"Wash it up yourself," Nian Xing ordered.

A certain cub pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, dawdlingly stretched his claws down to clean the penis (⊙v⊙).Humming while washing, the pink sausage is shaking and shaking, the little mushrooms are round and cute, I love bananas and bananas, the little elephant has a long and long nose... (⊙v⊙)

Yan Xing's face turned black.

"Who taught you such a vulgar and obscene song?" He asked sinisterly, pinching his son's face with his big hand and turning around to ask, "To be honest, Dad won't bother with you, or you will spank his ass."

Li Ying raised his head blankly and looked at Father Long, thinking, Crayon Shin-chan... this is his favorite cartoon character.

Father Long frowned: "Who is Crayon Shin-chan?"

It's normal for him not to know, because Li Ying ran away from home with Xu Bing when he was a teenager, and Li Ying was almost graduating from university when Nian Xing found him.Crayon Shin-chan can be said to be the manga that Li Ying grew up with since elementary school, and he still peeked under the desk from time to time until he was in junior high school.

Rang Xing looked down at his son, and the little thing looked at him innocently.He looked down and his face went weird when he saw his son's small cock.This... This non-tonal and non-rhyming sentence has no style... But I have to say, it is very similar to..., except for the long and long sentence.

Li Ying proudly puffed out her little belly, thinking, was she intimidated by Grandpa's majesty?Don't be too polite... At least there is a little bit of your genetics in it. Hey...

Yan Xing called out with a deadpan expression: "Qing Lan, get the prince's handkerchief."

"Father, my shoulders are still cold!" A certain cub said casually, stretching out his paw to touch his butt.Well, clean!Can't make mud balls!

"...Then you can soak for a while longer." Nian Xing hugged his son aside, the little thing was sitting on the second jade step and was just up to his neck in the water.He lifted his legs out of the pool, only to let Qing Lan cover him with a thin and soft obscene garment, exposing his broad and strong chest and slender legs. Li Ying stepped on the steps in the water and walked to the near The other side of the Dragon Emperor's feet, and then put his little chin on the first step, secretly looking at the middle of the Dragon Emperor's legs.

Black.

Fluffy.

Oh.

(⊙v⊙)

Li Ying thought contentedly, sure enough, the dragon shape has nothing to do with the fur of the human shape.Otherwise, his father should be covered in golden hair, with golden hair, leg hair, and the hair underneath... Mao Mao oh... He is even more pathetic, the pink curly hair is so dreamy, the little penis is in the pink fur... pink and tender...

A certain cub was still fantasizing, so Nian Xing stretched out a wide handkerchief and hugged him up.The chubby, white and tender little guy was wrapped in a bath towel, his eyes were dark and watery looking at him, his head of soft hair was wet against his forehead, his two little hands and little feet were hanging obediently.

"Sleep when you're done." Nian Xing wrapped his arms and carried his son back to the bedroom.

Three or five maids quietly led the lamps ahead, and the light from the palace lanterns was dim and warm.The father and son walked along this familiar road, their stomachs were full, their bodies were clean and fresh, exuding the same aroma of bath beans...so they both felt comfortable and didn't want to talk.

When turning the corner and approaching the bedroom, Li Ying finally couldn't bear it anymore.He rubbed Papa Long's face, and muttered softly: "The ass is so cold, and the hair is not dry yet... You will catch a cold if you blow it in."

Mixing: "..."

"I'll cover you, Dad." Nian Xing stretched out a big hand to hold his son's buttocks, his palms were warm and dry: "There is no wind at the bottom of the sea, so you won't catch a cold."

Li Ying is both fried and happy, and he is so entangled.

"Ah!" He suddenly remembered, put his little arms around Father Long's neck and said, "I almost forgot... I wanted to go to the downtown after school today, but my fifth cousin was coming, so I couldn't go. "

Yan Xing looked at him and said mockingly: "Who wants to sleep late tomorrow, but also insists on eating in bed, who said that?"

Li Ying scratched his small chin with his fat fingers, feeling very distressed: "Yeah... only one day left. I have to sleep in, write big characters, and prepare for practical lessons... The next vacation will take half a month..." So far he has not used the power of the second generation of the emperor, such as shopping without paying money and so on.

Nian Xing led him around the black and gold-lacquered screen, and casually asked, "What practical class? I haven't heard you say it."

"It's going to rain." A certain cub muttered.Father Long let go of his hand, and he rolled on the bed with a gurgle, his small white body rolled out from the bath towel, just revealing his little pink penis.

Yan Xing sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand with great interest, and flicked the little elephant's trunk.The little thing turned over without shame, and exposed Xuanruan's ass in front of a certain father, causing the certain father to twitch his index finger.

"Rainfall..." Nianxing managed to think for a while, and said: "In the ethnology, except for the first three of Zhengheng's family, the others are still unable to do it. Of these three, only the boss can manage it alone. One side is enfeoffed, and the clouds spread the rain... Yazi has always been fierce by nature, and it is not suitable for him to stay in the world, but he also went to Longchengwei a few days ago."

"Where's the third cousin?" Li Ying wrapped the bath towel and rolled it on Father Long's lap: "He basically never showed his face in the ethnology..."

Father Long casually squeezed a corner of the bath towel to wipe his head.

"The third child... Xie Feng has never lived in a fixed place, even your fourth aunt can't call him back."

He paused, and his jade-colored fingertips twirled a very thin translucent hair in his son's soft hair, which looked like silver - a closer look, yo, tender pink.

"Hasn't the elder taught shape change yet?" He asked with a frown.

Li Ying didn't notice it, lying on Father Long's lap with his little fat legs up, he replied casually: "What transformation? The old man watches me learn big characters every day."

Nian Xing wanted to say something, but seeing his son's carefree expression, he finally swallowed the words back.

"...Go to sleep." He hugged his son under the armpit, pulled off the bath towel, and stuffed him naked into the big bed.A certain cub got used to two people sleeping together a lot recently, and immediately moved in consciously, a small piece of the quilt bulged and arched inward, like a small silkworm chrysalis.

"It's a bit cold, come in!" Li Ying stretched out his white and tender paws, actively patting the space around him.

Yan Xing looked at him with intoxicating tenderness in his eyes.He raised his hand to put down the hanging curtain of the green gauze cabinet, and the beads collided with each other to make a crisp and delicate sound... The tall figure darkened for an instant, and as he lay down, a certain cub felt a warmth gradually enveloping him .He was skillfully pulled into his arms by Father Long, his small face pressed against his broad chest, his heartbeat was extremely slow, but also more determined.

The dragon's heart is also on the chest?

Li Ying thought vaguely, and then fell asleep soon as usual.

I don't know when it started, the contact with Yanxing's skin no longer made him feel embarrassed, and it no longer made him toss and turn so hard to fall asleep.Behavior gradually became a habit, and this habit gradually made him realize that this is the love brought by blood.The safest place in the world is the embrace of Yan Xing, even if he lived to be 99 years old before returning to Yan Xing, this person will treat him as a newborn little dragon, full of love and affection.

He had heard Xu Bing's heartbeat.

That voice made him happy and uneasy.Because I don’t know when, that position no longer belongs to him—it’s like knowing that the road ahead is a dead end, but still going on without hesitation... Is it really happiness?

Why does that happiness seem so false compared to today?

And Xing Xing will never leave him.

The expensive Nymphaeum incense burns slowly from the lacquerware three-legged round tripod incense burner, and the faint warm fragrance wafting out fills the entire bedroom.

The Dragon Emperor lay on his side with his head propped on his hands, holding his son in his arms.He patted Li Ying's belly regularly with the other hand... The little guy let out a thin breathing sound after a while. They were all bent slightly, as if they had dreamed of something good.

"What did you dream about... Li Ying?" the Dragon Emperor murmured softly, and the ending sound dissipated like light smoke from an incense burner.He hesitated for a moment, leaned over and kissed his son's forehead. The moment his thin lips touched the white and tender skin, the end of the other party's thinking lightly passed through his mind... leaving only a little bit of orange sweetness Afterimage.

Nian Xing couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

Even in a dream, do you dream of sleeping in his arms?

His lips were very close to Li Ying's, and his eyes were glued to the child's face cherishing and loving.It was his child... the precious child he had to give away, lost and found again.

How many times have I watched him ups and downs in fate, how many times I have seen him in other people's arms, or holding others in their arms.The unattainable distance makes the peaceful guarding become anxious pain.But what he lacks most is patience, so what if he has paid for hundreds of years?

Why did those memories remain in Li Ying's mind?He is the only one who will really occupy his long time.

Only Yan Xing, only Li Ying's real father.

The Dragon Emperor carefully found out the slender and soft hair, the light pink was like the tender scales on his son back then.Because you can't switch between the two forms autonomously for a long time, have you started to backfire?

He also thought about the day when his son first transformed into form, and he hurried back because he felt the crisis—when he saw the huge thunder above the nine heavens was about to smash into the deep sea, his mind went blank.

Rian Xing thought of his own fear at that time, and his body seemed to still remember that kind of horrifying trembling.He couldn't bear it, no matter how long he lived, he couldn't bear the pain of losing it after having it.

His son, even if he tried his best to protect him.

The Dragon Emperor got out of bed quietly, his Long Tuanzi was still snoring sweetly, and his small chest rose and fell evenly.Qinglan was watching the night outside the door, and seeing the emperor who was supposed to sleep with the prince push open the door, her eyes flashed with surprise.

"You accompany Li Ying to school every day, so why doesn't the elder teach the course of transformation?" Yan Xing asked in a low voice.

Qing Lan raised her head to look at him uneasily, and said in a low voice, "Could it be...is there something wrong with the prince?"

"Recently, the aura in his dragon core has become stronger and stronger, but so far he has not been able to transform into a dragon shape. Because this body cannot vent, it has begun to backfire." Nian Xing said softly.

"Slaves, I understand. Please rest assured... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is deeply blessed, and he will surely survive this calamity smoothly." Qing Lan bowed her body.

"No, I don't mean that." Xing Xing frowned: "It's my negligence, but I forgot that some dragon sons died here. You go and tell the elders. From now on, the prince will go to the clan study every three days. , I personally taught him."

He originally thought that Li Ying's transformation would be smooth, and there should be no major problems before the next thunder calamity.Unexpectedly, the elder did not arrange a transformation class for such a long period of time...

Qing Lan responded lightly.