Nine thousand years old [rebirth]

After returning to Hongren Hall, Yin Chengyu continued to deal with unfinished official documents.When all the documents that need to be reviewed have been processed, the person who should come back has not yet returned.He frowned imperceptibly, spread out a piece of rice paper, and drew with a brush.

Just the first time I started to write, the lines were messed up.

He had no choice but to discard the rice paper and spread another sheet.When I wrote again, I felt that the artistic conception was wrong, so I had to withdraw and paint again.

After several tosses like this, four or five chapters of good rice paper were wasted, and the sun was already slanting outside, and there was still a blank sheet of paper in front of Yin Chengyu.

Just as I was about to put down my pen, I heard footsteps coming from outside.

With a pause on his wrist, Yin Chengyu raised his eyes and saw Xue Shu walking in.

He is wearing a dark red woven gold unicorn suit today, with a chest.The former unicorn was mighty and mighty, his eyes wide open.The hat strap strung with orbs was tightened at the chin, leaving a long length hanging over the chest.forward, shaking slightly as you walk.The whole person is like a unicorn on a bun, with a fierce force.

Yin Chengyu retracted his eyes lightly, his wrists were hanging in the air, and the tip of his pen drew a cold and hard outline at random.

But soon he realized what he had drawn, frowned and paused, and then glanced at the person standing beside him.

Since coming in, Xue Shu has not spoken, and his eyes are lowered, not knowing what he is thinking, which is very different from usual.

An inexplicable unhappiness welled up in his heart, and Yin Chengyu put down his pen heavily, the ink from the pen tip splashed, and in an instant he made a piece of drawing paper.

Xue Shu heard the movement, and then looked up: "Your Highness?"

Yin Chengyu narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

After a while, he said calmly: "This rice paper is not good. I always find it difficult to paint alone. You can find some good ones."

The rice paper used in Hongren Hall is Chengxintang paper, which is Yin Chengyu's favorite kind of rice paper.Today, it suddenly said that it was not easy to use... Xue Shu was a little puzzled, but he still went to the warehouse to get a new gilded paper.

When he finished laying out the paper, Yin Chengyu picked up the pen and stroked lightly, the corner of his eyes slantingly fell on him, and he still said: "It's not good, I'll change it later."

Xue Shu had to go to the warehouse to pick it up again.

However, Yin Chengyu was still dissatisfied after changing four or five kinds of paper one after another.

He raised his eyelashes, glanced at Xue Shu from top to bottom, stroked the pen holder with his fingertips, and said calmly: "Today rice paper is not suitable for painting, so I just want to try another kind of paper."

Xue Shu looked at him, and he had sensed that he was unhappy, and was deliberately torturing him, but he couldn't guess the reason, so he could only ask, "What does Your Highness want to change? I will look for it later."

"Sit over there, with your back facing Gu, and take off your shirt." Yin Chengyu raised his chin slightly, and pointed to the short gold-bound feet on the opposite side of the table.

Xue Shu paused, took a deep look at him, and had no choice but to sit over and take off his coat to his waist.

Holding the inkstone in one hand and the brush in the other, Yin Chengyu walked around behind him, leaned over and looked at it carefully, as if thinking about where to start writing.

It is now the end of May, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Xue Shu has just come back from the outside, and it is inevitable that there is a little sweat on his body.

Yin Chengyu frowned, took out a handkerchief to wipe it carefully, and commanded: "Lie down on your stomach and don't move around."

Fingers moved on the back through a layer of silk, Xue Shu's jaw tightened, and he leaned forward according to the words, but the muscles in his back tensed uncontrollably.

Yin Chengyu wiped off his sweat before dipping his pen into the ink. The nib of the pen was hanging in the air behind his back and was still moving.

Xue Shu is a martial arts practitioner, behind his back is a Buddhist door, he never allows outsiders to approach him.However, now that Yin Chengyu is holding the pen, he does not drop it, and when the ink-soaked tip hangs on his back, it makes him even more tense than when it actually falls down.The back muscles twitched lightly, and Xue Shu could even imagine the expressions of the people behind him.

He didn't know how to offend him, so he tried every means to torture him.

At this time, the corners of the mouth must be hooked in an extremely vicious way.

Thinking of the full and upturned lips, Xue Shu's Adam's apple moved, and he called out "Your Highness" in a low voice.

Yin Chengyu didn't respond, as if he had finally admired enough, the tip of the hovering pen fell, and a stroke was made on the left side of his back.

The soft tips were dipped in ink and scratched across the skin, and there was another itching in the coolness.

The corners of Xue Shu's eyes twitched, and he clenched his fists to control himself.

After one stroke, there were two strokes, three strokes...

The person behind seemed to be finally satisfied with the new "paper", and the writing was as smooth as a spirit, but after two quarters of an hour, the person behind laughed and said: "It's done."

He seemed very satisfied with the painting, leaning over to look at it carefully, his warm breath sprayed on his skin, hotter than the summer temperature.

"I am very satisfied with this painting."

A deliberately low voice sounded in his ears, and Xue Shu felt something scratching his back. It wasn't a writing brush, it was Yin Chengyu's fingers, which were cool and delicate.

The fingers stroked slowly, and rubbed lightly.

Xue Shu's throat tightened, and his voice was restrained and hoarse: "I want to see His Highness's painting."

Yin Chengyu chuckled lightly, without refusing, went outside and asked someone to bring a bronze mirror, put it obliquely behind him, and told him to look at it himself.

Even the laughter was wicked.

Xue Shu turned his head to look in the mirror, first he saw red plum trees on his back, and then he saw a pair of lingering figures under the tree——

It was Fu Chun.Palace map.

"How is Gu's painting?" Yin Chengyu put down the mirror and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Xue Shu licked his lips, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "It's very expressive."

Yin Chengyu looked at the familiar lust on his face, laughed again, threw the brush back on the table, and issued an order to evict the guest: "Gu painting is finished, Governor Xue can go."

"Your Highness, just use it and throw it away." Xue Shu's feet didn't move at all, as if they had taken root.

"Gu just throw it away after use, what do you do?" Yin Chengyu leaned closer to him, sliding his fingertips down the bridge of his tall nose, and pressing it on his lips.

Xue Shu looked deeply, grabbed his wrist, and bit down on that provocative finger forcefully, showing a little cruelty: "Your Highness, you can try it."

He seemed to be a ferocious beast whose scales had been touched suddenly, and the dark tide was surging in his deep black eyes, which seemed to have a fierce light.

Yin Chengyu frowned at him, and was about to say something, but his lips were suddenly bitten.

Xue Shu's movements were fierce and urgent, and the arms that imprisoned him were strong and powerful. When Yin Chengyu struggled, he realized that he was actually hard to shake.

This feeling of losing control and switching between strength and weakness reminded him of his previous life, when Nine Thousand Years Old was so unshakable, like an out-of-control beast wantonly plundering.

Since the two were open and honest, Xue Shu hadn't been so out of control for a long time.

The smell of blood was already spreading between the lips and teeth, Yin Chengyu was stunned for a moment, and then the undiminished anger surged up, and he fought back bluntly, panting: "Why are you crazy?"

Xue Shu didn't say a word, but leaned over to bite more and more fiercely.

……

The hall was in a mess, and the neatly stacked documents on the table were swept to the ground.

Yin Chengyu tidied up his clothes, seeing the mess in the room getting more and more angry, gritted his teeth and glanced at Xue Shu, then went back to the bedroom to clean up: "Clean up the hall!"

This night, Xue Shu did not stay in the bedroom.

The next morning, he came to serve and wash as usual, but Yin Chengyu looked at his face and thought of yesterday's wild beast fighting.He really couldn't put on a good face, and drove him out without waiting for him to speak.

Not being able to see anyone, Yin Chengyu finally calmed down and went to Hongren Hall to be a director.

The enthronement ceremony is imminent, and officials from various ministries come to discuss matters every day.Today, the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Academy finally worked out the temple name and posthumous title of Emperor Daxing, and we came to find him for a final decision.

Yin Chengyu looked at the posthumous posthumous titles such as "Wen, Kang, Jing" presented by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, thought for a moment and rejected them all, and only wrote the word "Ling".

"This word is more suitable."

Those who are not diligent are called spirits; those who are chaotic but not damaged are called spirits; those who are good at offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods are called spirits.

"Ling" is indeed a posthumous posthumous title.

For so many years since Dayan established the dynasty, no emperor has ever used a posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title. This is the most cruel and absurd Emperor Xiaozong. In order to show filial piety, Emperor Daxing also chose a beautiful posthumous posthumous title.

Several officials looked at each other in blank dismay, wanting to say something but daring not to say it.

In the end, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites reacted faster and agreed honestly.

After receiving several batches of officials in Hongren Hall, Yin Chengyu didn't return to his bedroom until noon.It happened that Zheng Duobao came forward holding the rush-made dragon clothes: "The knitting bureau sent the dragon clothes, and please try it on, and ask them to change it if there is something inappropriate."

Yin Chengyu nodded and entered the bedroom, Zheng Duobao waited for him to change his clothes.

Zheng Duobao lightly unfastened the belt and accessories for him, and when he walked around behind him and was about to loosen his robe, his eyes suddenly paused, and he turned his face away to let the palm prints of the waiting knitting bureau and the servants of the palace go away.

"Why do you screen everyone away?" Yin Chengyu didn't know why.

Zheng Duobao looked at him hesitant to speak, his eyes kept scanning the back of his neck, his face full of embarrassment.

His Highness has not had a concubine so far, so it is self-evident who left the tooth marks on his neck.

He has served His Highness for so many years, and he has been taking care of all the big and small affairs in the Ciqing Palace. Later, Xue Shu followed His Highness, and many things were taken over by him.Although he didn't understand it at first, but as time went by, he also felt something about the things between His Highness and Xue Shu.

It's just that he never does it unconsciously.

But today there is really no way to fool the past.

Zheng Duobao hesitated and said: "The tooth marks on His Highness's neck are still there, so we need to cover them up."

Having said that, I couldn't help complaining in my heart, this Xue Shu is really daring, how dare to leave a mark on the dragon's body!

Yin Chengyu reacted as soon as he heard the tooth marks, and his face darkened.

He and Xue Shu have always had a tacit understanding, no matter how fierce they are, they will not leave marks on places that are easy to be detected, but yesterday they both lost control, and he didn't notice that Xue Shu left marks on the back of his neck.

He raised his hand and touched that place, the collar should be able to cover it.

Yin Chengyu frowned, and said, "Forget it, you should cover it up with powder first, and try on the size."

Zheng Duobao had no choice but to find some powder to cover his face, and then waited for him to put on the dragon suit before letting the knitting bureau come in to check the size.

After the Knitting Bureau left after measuring the palm prints, Yin Chengyu changed into his normal clothes, and then said in a deep voice, "Go and call Xue Shu here."