Qian Yong Huan Zhu

Take a pulse.

"Your Majesty, didn't the third elder brother take something before?" It must have been eaten by mistake, the third elder brother's body should not take the initiative to take that kind of medicine.

"Gao Yu!" Xiahou Hongbo understood as soon as he heard it, and it really is, damn Lingfei!

Imperial Physician Hu carefully inspected the stew in the cup, and looked at Xiahou Hongbo with a little embarrassment: "Your Majesty, this ginseng chicken soup has some medicines for strengthening the body, plus century-old wild ginseng, I am afraid that the third elder brother It’s a void that can’t be filled.” These words are clear enough.

Xiahou Hongbo was almost so angry that his anger rose. Looking at the stew in front of him, he clenched his fists tightly, and took a deep breath to adjust his mood, otherwise he might do something scary.

"What's the legal solution?" Helpless, could it be that he, as an old man, is not allowed to find a woman for his son, "Do I need to find someone..."

Imperial Physician Hu hurriedly said: "No, please tell your majesty, the third elder brother is still very weak now, and I am afraid it will be difficult for him to bear the intense sexual intercourse, but luckily the third elder brother did not drink much, and it will calm down by himself in about an hour or two down."

"Does it make Yongzhang feel so uncomfortable?" Can't find a woman, so let him look at Yongzhang so uncomfortable for an hour or two, how can it be done. "Absolutely not!"

It's embarrassing for Dr. Hu. In fact, there is another way, but it's hard to say. I'm afraid he won't have to do it if he says it.

"Huang Ama," Yongzhang was still a little sane at this time, listening to Huang Ama getting angry for him, although he felt warm in his heart, he still didn't want to implicate the innocent, "Emperor Hu has done his best, so don't embarrass him. Little trouble, Yongzhang can do it!" This feeling is actually no stranger to Yongzhang, even though he is not in good health, he is still a 24-year-old mature man.

"Oh," Xiahou Hongbo sighed, and sat on the stool by the bed and waved his hands, "You all go down." Yongzhang is suffering for him, and he will definitely not let his suffering be in vain. Accept it, Concubine Ling!snort!

"Huang, Huang Ama, it's very late, you go back and rest, Yongzhang is fine." Yongzhang only felt that the fire in his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't control his hands more and more. I don't want Huang Ama to see his ugliness, maybe seeing his embarrassment, Huang Ama will hate him as before, he doesn't want it, don't go back to the past.

"Oh, Yongzhang, don't worry, Ama won't leave," Xiahou Hongbo could understand his anxiety, but how could he leave Yongzhang now, "Don't worry, Ama won't go back today, Ama will always be by your side." At this time, if he leaves, it may be the biggest harm to him.

Hearing this, the tears in Yongzhang's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he grabbed the skirt of his chest with both hands more forcefully, trying to curl himself up, "Ama, Yongzhang, Yongzhang doesn't want you to see my ugly face. Look, Yongzhang doesn't want to make another mistake and make Ama hate Yongzhang..." He couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to see the disgust in Huang Ama's eyes again, so please leave.

Xiahou Hongbo stood up silently and left.

Yongzhang, who closed his eyes tightly, heard the sound of footsteps gradually going away. He didn't know whether he was grateful or disappointed. The tears in his eyes soaked the pillow, Huang Ama...

Gently wiped away the tears on Yongzhang's face with both hands, Yongzhang opened his eyes in surprise, and a smiling face full of tolerance and pampering came into view:

"Huang Ama?"

Xiahou Hongbo gently hugged Yongzhang who was trying to curl himself up into a ball: "I'm just going to extinguish the candles in the hall, so Yongzhang should feel better."

It was only then that Yongzhang realized that the room had really become dark, only the lamps and candles on both sides of the bed were left dimly lit. The darkness really gave him an inexplicable sense of security, "Why didn't Huang Ama leave?" Looking at the This face Yongzhang asked in a murmur.

"Why did you leave?" Xiahou Hongbo smiled, and gently embraced Yongzhang's shoulders, letting him lean into his arms, and gently rubbing his bare skin with the other hand.

"Yongzhang is ugly now." Even if he didn't see it, Yongzhang must know that he is in a mess right now, his clothes are messed up, and his hair must be messy, but why is there no negative emotion in Huang Ama's eyes? He's hiding it well...

"Yongzhang is not ugly at all," Xiahou Hongbo was a little bit dumbfounded at Yongzhang's thoughts, this son, it seemed that he could not let him pity him all the time. "Yongzhang, don't bear it, Ama will feel bad, with Huang Ama here, you will never have to bear it," he broke away from his hand, put it in his own and stroked it slowly.

Yongzhang was already speechless, but shook his head instinctively, biting his lower lip tightly with his teeth, not letting the moan/moan out of his mouth, as if he would say what he didn't want to say with just one mouthful.

Xiahou Hongbo looked distressed at Yongzhang who had bitten his lower lip until it turned white, and forced one of his fingers into Yongzhang's mouth. Sure enough, Yongzhang was reluctant to bite himself, and his murmur sounded like a gate had been opened. The water can no longer be blocked.

"Ah, Ama, um...Yongzhang...is very uncomfortable," Yongzhang couldn't speak clearly because there was something in his mouth, his eyes were already blurred, and his hands started to tear his clothes.

"Yongzhang, leave it to Ama, Ama will not hurt you, trust Ama," Xiahou Hongbo looked at Yongzhang's painful look, and finally made up his mind, took out the finger in Yongzhang's mouth, and gently Unbuttoning the clothes on his chest, stroking slowly, feeling Yongzhang's breath getting hotter and hotter, Xiahou Hongbo only felt that his body was getting hotter, he took a deep breath slowly, trying to calm down The heat in the body began to churn, the most important thing now is to help Yongzhang get rid of it.

"Ama, uh...Yongzhang's body is so strange..." Yongzhang had completely let go of himself in a daze, and intuitively moved close to the big hand that made him comfortable, "So...so comfortable...Ama..." Holding his hands there Only the big hand, actively make it move to other places.

In a trance, Yongzhang felt that his clothes seemed to be shrinking, and he opened his eyes in doubt, "Huang, Huang Ama!" It seemed, as if something he couldn't understand was going to happen to them, Yongzhang felt a little uneasy.

"Yongzhang, trust Huang Ama!" Some hoarse voices rang in Yongzhang's ears, subconsciously, the uneasy feeling disappeared, Yongzhang didn't close his eyes again, he wanted to watch, even if it was the last time, he Watch too.

The clothes quickly left Yongzhang's body. Because it was exposed to his Ama's eyes, the young body trembled slightly and became stiff, but it soon softened under the skilled hands of the elder. No matter what Hongbo did, Yongzhang never took his eyes off his face.

This is not the first time Xiahou Hongbo has helped others do this. Jiyong has been with him since he was eight years old. When the time came, some natural reactions would naturally erupt. As an elder, he naturally had to teach He said some things that no one had told him before. At that time, he was the same as Yongzhang now. He looked at him without blinking, and listened carefully to his words. But also full of trust.

Thinking of this, Xiahou Hongbo's movements became more gentle, and soon Yongzhang released himself under his skilled movements.

Xiahou Hongbo got out of bed gently, wrapped Yongzhang's naked body with a warm quilt, picked up a towel at one side and wiped off his hands, and when he turned around, he found that Yongzhang had already burst into tears. Hastily stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed and embraced him, "Yongzhang, what's the matter, did I hurt you?" Probably not, he did it for Jiyong many times in his previous life before he was an adult. How could it hurt him?

"Huang Ama, do you hate me?" Yongzhang's fragile voice reached his ears, "I seem to have done something strange, I didn't want to, but I..."

Xiahou Hongbo pulled him out of his arms and looked into his eyes: "Yongzhang, I won't hate you, and you didn't do anything strange, trust Ama, this is just a very common thing, in ordinary people, It's normal for the elders to teach the younger ones about people and things, maybe you are not young now, but this is also my duty as an Ama." Children of this age are very conservative in this regard, so what Like those boys in modern times, but relatively Xiahou Hongbo still likes conservative children.

"Ama, didn't I do anything strange?" Yongzhang looked at Xiahou Hongbo expectantly.

"Yongzhang, you are Amma's son. You don't need to hide it in front of Ama. Tolerating your son is the responsibility of Ama. Tell Ama everything. Trust Ama, Ama will not deceive you. It won't hurt you either." Xiahou Hongbo believed in his insight, and he believed that Yongzhang would not let him down.

"I believe Ama..." Looking into Xiahou Hongbo's eyes, Yongzhang seemed to realize that something was different from before.

The author has something to say: Actually writing this chapter Yueyue feels a little dissatisfied, I seem to think that Yongzhang wrote it as a fake girl, but in fact I am quite cute and weak~~~~~~ ~Excuse me! ! !

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14. ​​Follow-up...

In the early morning, Xiahou Hongbo looked at Yongzhang who was sleeping soundly on his arm, smiled, and gently pulled out his arm, but unexpectedly woke him up.

"Hmm, Emma Huang?" This was the first time Xiahou Hongbo saw Yongzhang's befuddled look of not getting enough sleep, and hooked his nose curiously.

"Yongzhang, it's okay, go on to sleep." Xiahou Hongbo pressed the quilt for him and walked out. He still needs to deal with political affairs. However, Xiahou Hongbo looked at the scroll on the table and smiled. Take it away by the way, or give it to him personally