Dressed as the favorite concubine of a downhearted prince

"A plum in the corner,

Lin Han opened it alone.

I know it's not snow,

For a dark fragrance. "

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"It's just a few sentences, and I can tell the character of this plum. It's really a finishing touch that Meixiang is secretly coming."

"That's right, that's right. There are not a few mei metaphors in ancient times. Mr. Ye's song can be called the best work. It's really wonderful!"

"Of course." Ye Yuming threw away the brush in his hand, smiled triumphantly at Han Sui, tilted his head, and whispered to Han Sui: "How is your lord? Are you worried that I can't write?"

If he wanted to write about other flowers, he might not be good at it, but he remembered this song very well. When he was a child, because he made a mistake in writing the word for plum blossom, his mother forced him to write it twenty times, and he dared not forget it easily.

Han Sui: "When you are proud, you forget your form. Poetry is good, but your writing is better than that of a three-year-old child."

"I don't need to use the ones that drag and step." Ye Yuming was not happy: "It's fine if the poems are good to praise the poems. You don't care what my words do, as long as you can understand them."

He looked back at the characters that looked like a centipede crawling. Ye Yuming's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Hasn't the prince heard a sentence? People who write ugly characters are generally good-looking. This is an eternal truth."

Han Sui: "Oh, I've never seen such a thick-skinned person like you."

"Young master, this poem is really good. This is the first time I have seen such a good poem in this Chunyue Tower for so many years. I must give you a toast."

Ye Yuming took the wine glass, raised his head very boldly and finished it.

Then his face was a little weird: "This wine..."

It's as white as plain boiled water. Is this still called wine?This is boiled water!

"You changed it for me?"

Ye Yuming questioned in a low voice, then reached out and took another jug ​​of wine on the table: "Why is the prince so stingy, did they ask you to treat him?"

His wrist was pinched, and Han Sui looked at him with displeasure in his eyes: "Don't you understand the principle of not drinking too much?"

"Understood." Ye Yuming nodded obediently, and then half of his body was next to Han Sui, with water in his eyes, he looked up at Han Sui slightly: "But so what if I'm greedy? Is there any danger? Even if I am drunk, you will not let me have any trouble here, my lord, right? "

The water in his eyes seemed to have entered Han Sui's heart, disturbing Han Sui's peace of mind. He felt hot on the wrist holding Ye Yuming, which made Han Sui let go of his hand. He panicked for a moment, and waited for Han Sui to regain his senses. Ye Yuming was already holding a wine jug, and had a drink with those people.

The hand hidden in the sleeve squeezed a little bit harder, then clenched into a fist, and then slowly released it after a while. Repeatedly, after a few times, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

"Have a good drink today, next time we get together again, we can enjoy any kind of flowers, even lotus, chrysanthemum, and beauty, but you have to bring me with you."

The aftertaste of drinking is really strong, it tastes as sweet as sugar water, after drinking for three rounds, Ye Yuming no longer remembers who he is.

Staggering and half leaning on Han Sui's body, he didn't let go no matter what: "Is the lord happy today? Why don't you smile? Are you unhappy? Oh, don't move my arm, twist it. "

"Can you still walk well?!" Han Sui was a martial arts practitioner, and it was really difficult for him to deal with a drunk, and he couldn't grasp the strength at all.

Ye Yuming couldn't be controlled if it was too light, he staggered here and there without stepping on the ground, but when it was too heavy, he hummed and felt wronged, even his eyes were full of accusations.

"Yes, I will walk in a straight line, I will walk one for you, you watch."

After a snake walked into position, he successfully dizzy himself: "Hey, why are there two you, why do you have two heads? No, no, one, no, no, yes, how many are there? Han Sui, Han Sui you Come here quickly, you can see that there are many of you, and they all look so good-looking."

With a nympho look on his face, Halazi almost fell off.

Han Sui's face darkened: "Be honest, go back."

"Do you think I'm drunk? Let me tell you a secret, no, I'm a very good drinker. I can drink [-]% Lao Baigan. I can drink more."

Han Sui: "This way, Ye Yuming, don't you want your claw?! If you don't want it, chop it off!"

"What are you doing so fiercely?" Ye Yuming lay in Han Sui's arms, with a frivolous tone: "Why, are you afraid that I will eat your tofu? Angry? I'm fine, I just put my hand here, very honest, really, if you don't believe me, look."

It's your pectoral muscles, which move first.

Han Sui: ...

With a dark face, Ye Yuming was half hugging and half supporting Ye Yuming all the way back to the residence, finally entered the room, and planned to put him on the bed, seeing that the bed was in front of him, and he didn't know where the drunk stumbled, dragging Han Sui to stagger, Both of them fell down on the big bed.

Before Han Sui got up, Ye Yuming was on top of him.

"Han Sui, are the plum blossoms pretty?"

The drunken face and cheeks were flushed, and the eyes were full of water. One hand was pressed on Han Sui's heart, and the other hand was propped up beside him, surrounding Han Sui like his personal property.

In the narrow space, the breathing of the two people intertwined and entangled with each other, and even the air became sticky and hot in an instant, so close that Han Sui could smell the strong aroma of wine on Ye Yuming's body.

intoxicating.

"you're drunk."

"I don't." Ye Yuming squeezed Han Sui's clothes tightly, wrinkled, just like Han Sui's heart.

Confused.

"Aren't the flowers beautiful?" Ye Yuming was still asking, but he was a little closer to Han Sui, who was a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol.

"Your heart is beating faster, it seems that the flowers are really beautiful."

"You're drunk." Han Sui's voice was hoarse, and he held Ye Yuming's hand, intending to pull him down.

"You only know this one sentence, are you a parrot?" Ye Yuming smiled, slipped away from Han Sui's hand like a loach, and broke free, probably with a little effort. He fell on Han Sui's body.

He suddenly laughed, lying on Han Sui's body, his tone was also sticky: "Thank you for helping me today, is my poem well written?"

"Great, very powerful." Han Sui was held down by him, and his hands were on Ye Yuming's back. He was afraid that Ye Yuming would fall from his drunkenness and hurt himself.

"Quietly tell you, I didn't write it, but I recited it. You guessed right, I just don't know how to write poetry." Ye Yuming rested his head on Han Sui's shoulder, and said in a slightly proud tone: "I just recited it. This one, if there are other questions, I won’t do it.”

"That's great too."

"Han Sui, touch it up, it's very comfortable."

The little kitten was stroked, and it was only short of "purring and purring" twice. It was so obedient, Han Sui touched it twice again, Ye Yuming was really happier, and his eyes narrowed.

"Are the flowers beautiful? You haven't answered me yet."

"Why do you ask that?" Han Sui stroked the drunk cat's hair.

"Isn't Ying'er pretty?"

"Yinger?"

"Well, Ying'er, or Cui'er? No, no, it seems to be Qin'er, who looks better?"

Han Sui: "I don't remember, the flowers are pretty."

"Is it the flowers that look better or me?" Ye Yuming propped his arms, stared at Han Sui and asked bluntly: "You look at the flowers or at me."

Han Sui didn't answer, Ye Yuming's mouth was pouted, a little unhappy: "Qin'er is still pretty, you look at her several times, but you don't look at me."

"You look good." But a small expression of grievance touched Han Sui's heartstrings, causing thousands of ripples, and when he realized it, the words had already blurted out.

"Really?" Ye Yuming's eyes sparkled, he took the initiative to put his arms around Han Sui's neck, bowed his head and kissed him.

He kissed very quickly, and the soft lips parted as soon as they were touched, as if it was a reward for Han Sui, with a bit of sweetness, making people want to taste more.

"I knew it! You peeked at me several times today, and I saw it all." The tone was even more proud: "Kiss me."

"It's time for you to sleep."

"No, just give me a kiss."

Han Sui put his hand on Ye Yuming's waist and did not move.

"Come on, you're drunk."

"Han Parrot." Ye Yuming poked Han Sui's chest with his finger: "From now on, you'll be called Han Parrot. Come on, just say this, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, I've told you eight hundred times, I'm not, Well,"

Ye Yuming's eyes widened at first, and he grabbed Han Sui's clothes tightly, then slowly closed his eyelids, lips and tongue together, he felt as if something was drumming in his ears.

"Plop, plop", knocking so fast and so urgently.

"Who is the parrot? You are so irritable, don't you have any self-knowledge?"

Han Sui turned his face away, didn't look into Ye Yuming's eyes again, and managed to calm down his disordered breathing, pretending that everything was normal.

"I have, I know you have feelings for me now." Ye Yuming bit Han Sui's ear, breathing hotly: "Han Sui, you have feelings for me, I feel it!"

As if discovering a new continent, Ye Yuming's eyes were full of sexual arousal, and he was about to take off Han Sui's clothes: "The beauty of a beautiful day, you have love, I am interested, we... ah! Han Sui, what are you doing?!"

Ye Yuming rubbed his wrists, looking at Han Sui who turned over and sat up, the grievance on his face could hardly be contained, and he was about to spill out.

"Are you still a man?"

When is this, and let him still sit still and push him?

So angry!

Han Sui's clothes had been ripped apart by Ye Yuming, and a large piece of skin on his chest was directly exposed. Hearing this, he was angry and funny, and he clasped Ye Yuming's wrist and stuffed him into the quilt.

"You really want to climb into my king's bed that much?"

Ye Yuming blinked: "Otherwise?"

Wasn't he being obvious enough?

"why?"

"What why?" Ye Yuming confused Han Sui.

"Does this kind of thing need a reason? Don't you feel it? You were like that just now, you burned me, and you didn't feel it when you got up? Why are you asking me?"

"Does this need a reason? What reason? You tell me."

"You..." Han Sui's face changed a few times, and he was still defeated by Ye Yuming's cheeky face. He put the quilt on Ye Yuming's head and said, "Drunkard, let's sleep on you!"

"Han Sui!"

Ye Yuming lifted the quilt, only to see Han Sui's back, he was so angry that he kicked the quilt out of bed: "Your uncle! I told you that I'm not drunk! Haven't you heard of murder with alcohol?!"

"Damn it, it's said that people make mistakes after drinking. Why doesn't Han Sui make this mistake?"

The angry Ye Yuming quickly coaxed himself back to normal.

"It's okay, keep working hard, this time it's all over, and the next time is not far away, Han Sui, sooner or later I will sleep with you! Wait for me!"