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Song Xian stood there without moving for a while, he pursed his lips, and knelt down on the spot, "Father, it has nothing to do with the queen, it's all my son's fault, it's my son's fault, you want..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yu, who stepped forward in three or two steps, kicked hard on his chest. The emperor was so angry that he didn't hold back any strength, and Song Xian didn't dare to hide from this blow. After taking three steps, Chen Xiang set up the stage and made a loud bang.

The emperor seemed to lose his temper a bit after kicking. He looked at his parents and children who were lying on the ground, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Of course it's all your fault, get out now, don't use your little tricks in front of me!"

Song Xian clutched his throbbing chest, vomited a mouthful of blood, staggered up while supporting the ground, and looked at Xiao Lingming standing behind the emperor without leaving a trace.Xiao Lingming nodded lightly to him, and Song Xian was relieved, and said in a embarrassed voice, "I will take my leave."

After Song Xian stepped back, he closed the door to isolate all the rustling sounds outside the hall.Song Yu took a deep breath, covered his mouth, and coughed twice. In the quiet hall where only the breathing of him and Xiao Lingming could be heard, he turned around slowly, and the sound of his robe being dragged across the carpet was clear. The score is clear.

The emperor slowly looked at Xiao Lingming who was standing behind him.

Xiao Lingming still had wet marks on his face, but all his emotions had obviously subsided. He bit his lower lip, lifted the hem of his skirt and knelt down slowly, but just as his knee touched the soft carpet, he was caught by the emperor. Grabbing his arm and pulling it up, his tone was irritated, "Okay! Pretend what to do, get up!"

When the steps given by the emperor reached his mouth, Xiao Lingming came down and smiled, "It's okay to be angry with Ming'er, but why are you angry with Song Xian?"

Song Yu's expression obviously improved a lot. As he walked, he squinted at Xiao Lingming, "You are not a good person either. Don't plead with him, or I will let you go out and kneel with him." Then he said: "Third son, that little bastard, don't teach me a lesson."

Xiao Lingming choked for a moment, shut his mouth and silently followed Song Yu to the inner hall.

The emperor said coldly, "The affairs of the Dingyuanhou's mansion are over."

Xiao Lingming paused, and raised his fan to block the tassels hanging from the curtain, "It's all refreshing."

After crossing the threshold, Emperor Wu let out a snort, "Tie Jiaguan. And let Yu Ya go to watch the execution in person, tomorrow will be quick enough."

Xiao Lingming was speechless, just gave a low hum, and followed the emperor into the inner room.

The Son of Heaven sat down on the side of the bed, and raised his hand to pull Xiao Lingming in front of him, Xiao Lingming knelt down obediently.

Seeing that he was so obedient, Song Yu leaned over and stroked the broken hair on his cheeks, and slender fingers slid along Xiao Lingming's soft cheeks to his ears.He gently pinched the plump Dongzhu earring and the plump white earlobe on his ear.

Xiao Lingming's unique fragrance lingered on the tip of the emperor's nose, making the emperor understand the matter in his heart little by little.At the next moment, Song Yu leaned slightly to look at Xiao Lingming, who was kneeling in front of him, and said condescendingly but casually, "That's right, Minger has shed so much blood and tears in Pingjing, so I should tell others to shed first-class blood." gone."

Xiao Lingming's eyes trembled because the emperor breathed out the fragrance of ambergris, and he remained motionless, allowing the emperor to twist and play with his earlobes until the oriental bead creaked under the control of the emperor's excellent strength, and was crushed. With a twist, it turned into powder, which made his sharp and slender eyebrows bounce uncontrollably.

"Back when you killed Concubine Hui, I thought you had a pure temperament, but today I think you are more like me, without her high-mindedness and low-handedness." The emperor said leisurely.

Xiao Lingming was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Song Yu to say such an evaluation to him now, he didn't even respond for a moment, and after a few or two mouths, he said in a hoarse voice: "Minger...Minger has admired you for 26 years One-handed training. You can vividly remember your precepts and deeds, and you will never forget it. You have learned something over the years..."

The Son of Heaven watched him say this without any obvious emotion, and after a long time, he snorted and hooked the tip of Xiao Lingming's chin, and lowered his head to kiss Xiao Lingming's soft lips.

The person kissed by the emperor paused, then loosened his jaw obediently, sticking out the soft and moist tip of his tongue for Song Yu to do.

His supple and seductive appearance made Song Yu take advantage of him as always, thinking: It's just like this if you haven't learned anything else, but this love affair is really well learned, no wonder the third child is coaxed like this .

While thinking carelessly, the Son of Heaven dragged him onto the bed, let Xiao Lingming kneel on him with his legs apart, and raised his hand to remove the golden hairpin from his hair. In an instant, the thick and cold hair was like a waterfall Generally draped down.

Xiao Lingming catered to the emperor's rough and deep kiss with a hint of revenge, and at the same time touched Song Yu's complicated hem, and gently held the emperor's hard and hot genitals through the silky soft material.

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For the rest of this month, Xiao Lingming lived in unspeakable misery, the days when the emperor was sleepy at night, and he had a mess with Song Yu on the couch, and got the promise of the emperor not to wake up tomorrow, and soon after taking a bath, he hugged the quilt fell asleep.

It was Song Yu who lay down with him, and got up again after he fell asleep, found Li Fu, put on a big cloak and walked out.

The small study room of the Son of Heaven was the only forbidden place for Xiao Lingming to grow up in the Hanyuan Hall. After all, it was really shameful there, and there were too many secrets to enter the imperial mausoleum with Emperor Daxing.

After serving the emperor to sit down, Li Fu took the golden scissors and carefully cut off the sluggish candle wick, and then went into the compartment to make a cup of cold tea and brought it out.

Song Yu sat silently behind the desk. There was a thick book spread out on the wide desk in front of him. The dark red satin cover and the black inner cover both showed the identity of the book—— It is a genealogy jade plate passed down by the Yuan royal family for hundreds of years.

The handwriting on the delicate and expensive silk paper inside is different, and most of them are annotated by ritual officials, and few of them are written by the emperor himself.However, since the day the Emperor Li put aside Zhou Ping to draft the imperial decree, Song Yu sent Li Fu to take it over, and it has never been moved since it was laid out.

The emperor looked back and forth many times, but never once made up his mind to write a pen, until today, "Li Fu, Yanmo."

After Li Fu put the tea bowl by the emperor's hand, he began to grind the ink carefully for the emperor.The word "Xiao Ling" on the warm golden silk paper was rich in ink and sharp in the pen of the emperor, but after the emperor finished writing these two characters, he hung them on the paper again, as if hesitating and difficult to write.

Li Fu only focused on the inkstone in his hand, neither glanced nor asked a word.

After a long time, the Son of Heaven dipped the pen heavily in ink, picked up the pen and dropped the characters, and drew it lightly in one go. After the ink had completely dried and soaked the paper, he closed the jade plate himself and handed it to Li Fu, "Accept it." .” He left with his hands behind his back, without taking another look.