so long

Takenori 52 years.

Early winter.

After a night of hustle and bustle, the fourteenth prince's palace was peaceful, only the bright red lanterns and cumbersome tassels on the mansion remembered everything from last night.

Also extremely quiet was Ning Wang's Mansion, which was not close to the fourteenth prince's palace.

Prince Ning's mansion was almost plunged into a deadly strange atmosphere, and the banquet that had been held with countless cups and cups of wine last night couldn't go on in the middle of it.

There is still the smell of overnight food, all kinds of wine, and the refreshing coolness of snow floating around.

The door has never been closed, full of guests and thousands of guests, but a group of soldiers armed with swords and guns ushered in Prince Ning's mansion early in the morning, and surrounded the mansion tightly, neither letting people out nor letting them in. As if trying to find something out of it, everyone was extremely serious.

And the place that is quite different from these two places is the bedroom of Emperor Juxiu in the imperial palace.

Bypassing the Hall of Supreme Harmony, where the courtiers go every day, in the center of the entire palace, the largest sleeping hall is the Chaoguang Hall, the capital of the Juxiu Emperor. This hall has the most luxurious decoration, and every room is constructed of wood. The rare wood exudes a calming fragrance all the year round, and the reliefs on each pillar are also extremely exquisite, which is a life that ordinary people can't imagine in their lifetime.

At this moment, on weekdays, even the concubines could not set foot in Chao Guang Palace without permission, as if something important had happened. The maids and eunuchs were in a panic. Everyone was sweating profusely in fear and couldn't stop.

Just approaching the majestic building, you can hear a low and sexy voice that makes people almost lost in it, and a male voice that occasionally makes a soft sob...

"No result yet?" On the dragon bed, the frowning, cold-eyed emperor looked impatiently at the kneeling imperial doctor, with his hands lightly placed on both sides, but clenched fists, as if he was about to get angry in the next second. Yes, it makes people dare not even breathe.

"This... my lord, this is a temporary mental disorder with restlessness and head injury. Maybe... maybe it will be better after a period of treatment..." One of the imperial doctors had beads of sweat on his forehead and wiped his cheeks. However, it finally stopped at the jaw, "I have a good prescription here, let the prince heal his head injury first..."

Emperor Juxiu was inscrutable and didn't speak, just looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground, the color in the bottom of his eyes became colder and colder, and one couldn't help but fear that the emperor's next words would be to drag these useless waste out and chop them up. up.

It's a pity that no matter how frightened and terrified everyone was, they could only kneel on the spot, with ashen faces...

What broke the suffocating atmosphere was a low sob.

"Ugh...cough..." From the tightly wrapped dark golden quilt came a subdued and aggrieved crying sound. Listening carefully, it was not difficult to hear the nasal voice of an adult man.

When the emperor heard this, he lightly patted the bulge in the quilt with his palm, and the eunuch at the side immediately comprehended and whispered to those who were in the way in the bedroom to go out silently, and the eunuch closed the door when all the maids in the room had also gone out. When it was closed, the eunuch accidentally saw that the Ninth Five Lord, who had never been so considerate to his concubine, dug the prince out of the dragon bed with messy clothes and black silk scattered like cobwebs, with a natural and shallow look on his face. smile...

The eunuch immediately closed the door as if he had discovered something terrible, then turned around and stood in his place pretending he hadn't seen anything.

Inside the house, Emperor Juxiu wiped away the hot tears from the corners of the man's eyes with his thumb as if coaxing a child, while holding the man in his arms, he said, "What's wrong? Yaoyao, what's wrong? Huh?"

The man couldn't speak clearly, as if his language function had regressed, he said, "Yaoyao feels uncomfortable...it hurts, I'm so scared..."

"What are you afraid of?" Putting the man on his lap, sitting opposite each other, with one arm around the man's waist, and the other hand lifting the man's chin, he said, "What is there to be afraid of? I am here."

"Hmm..." Prince Ning didn't seem to understand, but he put his hands weakly in front of the emperor's broad chest, and said with wet eyes, "It hurts... woo..."

Emperor Juxiu has always been patient with some people and certain things. The hand around the man's waist slowly slid to the man's plump and soft buttocks, and the other hand just grasped a mass of soft flesh, holding the man She held her hands up and said, "Hey, if you don't understand clearly, can you point it out to me?"

Lord Ning probably understood this time, eyes moistened, eyelashes connected together in clusters one by one, lips slightly pursed, hands hesitantly placed on the place on the head where the cloth was wrapped, and then pointing to belly...

——Prince Ning may forget some things, his behavior is juvenile, and many things need to be taught.

"Yaoyao can't touch her head with her hands, otherwise it will hurt even more."

——Prince Ning may not be able to tell whether he is hungry or full, what kind of pain it is.

"Come on, Yaoyao is good, I will help you find out what's going on..."

——Prince Ning is now like a five-year-old child who doesn't understand anything, doesn't know anything, and doesn't know anyone.

"Come on, call me Uncle Huang, and I will make Yaoyao feel better, okay?"

Although the strong and still handsome emperor had no intention of being polite to those useless imperial doctors, he still clearly remembered what the imperial doctor said just now, and began to lure Ning Jingyao suspiciously.

The big hand was directly and gently placed on the belly pointed by the man, exerting a slight force, Ning Jingyao groaned and trembled all over, and then struggled to push Juxiu away, almost fell to the ground.

"Ah... um... Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang... um..." The man finally said what Emperor Juxiu wanted to hear with a crying sound, and kept twisting his buttocks supported by Emperor Juxiu... …

Like, really being a five-year-old kid, it’s like being really stupid.

There was a dim light in the emperor's deep eyes, and while he hugged the man easily, he said: "Come on, Yaoyao, it's not that you have a stomachache, but that you're about to pee..."

"Pee, do you know?"

The Nine-Five Supreme said something completely incompatible with his identity, obviously extremely obscene, but he gently evoked an intriguing smile, his face was still noble and awe-inspiring: "Pee is to relax, don't hold it..." Emperor Xiu brought the man to the special place for the toilet in the dormitory, untied the man's thin underwear, revealing two slender and straight legs, and then hugged the man like a child urinating, and said, "Come on, relax, let all those dirty things out of your stomach."

Ning Jingyao seemed to be stupid, she remembered not to put water everywhere, so she kept holding it until her stomach ached, and when she heard that she could relax, she finally couldn't help it, and hummed softly, so she didn't need to get together at all. When Emperor Xiu said something else, he let it out immediately.

The emperor glanced at the man's trembling eyelashes lightly from behind. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he looked down after hearing the strange sound of water.

I saw the man being hugged by him, the limp ball of desire produced little water, but the little flesh hidden under the desire kept emitting light-colored urine, flowing along the buttocks. Curves, some hit the ground, some flowed to Juxiu Emperor's body...