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The place where the skins of the two were close together was sticky and hot. Xiao Lingming moved his neck, put his hand on the back of Song Xian's head, rubbed it vigorously, and joked, "It's just not good for longevity, and it's not about passing the present day." There will be no tomorrow."

Although Xiao Lingming seemed to say these words easily, but he also knew that they were just some simple and weak words to comfort.

Even if a person is mortal, but for those who are still in their prime, there is always an imaginary distance that cannot be experienced personally, but now such a thing has been brutally exposed, the end of the distant and unrealized It suddenly became concrete.

At this moment, maybe it is really the emperor's excessive sorrow, but maybe there will always be a day between him and Song Xian that there will be no tomorrow.

Both of the two people in the Hanyuan Palace knew clearly that this matter would be caught off guard in the years to come, and they couldn't avoid killing people by surprise.

But the young emperor seemed to easily take the consolation into his heart as a prophecy. He wiped his face, lifted his wet face from Xiao Lingming's shoulder socket, grabbed his snow-white sleeve and wiped it twice.

"Are you okay again?" Xiao Lingming asked him with a blink of an eye.

Song Xiannu pouted, "Of course it's okay, I'm a man who doesn't shed tears lightly!" Then he said: "When everyone is like you, there are golden beans in the eye sockets, and it doesn't cost money to drop them." He said and held Xiao Lingming stood up together with his hands, and regardless of his disheveled clothes and the warm mucus dripping down his thighs, he dragged him to the inner corridor with his bare feet, "Go take a bath, go take a bath."

Xiao Lingming didn't try to expose the emperor's rare embarrassment, he just lowered his head and smiled, and walked casually with Song Xian dragging his hand all the way to the bathing pool.

At first he thought that the Son of Heaven had completely calmed down by doing this, but after the bath, Xiao Lingming was quietly and comfortably waiting for Li Fu to dry his hair. Fang picked up an idle book and was about to open it when the Son of Heaven began to toss about again.

When Song Xian's hair was wiped half dry, Xiao Lingming covered his whole body with wetness, allowing Li Fu to carefully apply hair oil little by little.Song Xian's hair was not as long as Xiao Lingming's buttocks, it was only past his waist, and he never bothered to take care of it. He supported his head and watched Li Fu's movements for a while, then moved his body and sat beside Xiao Lingming, He stretched out his hand and caressed his half-dry hair, which was so fragrant.

Xiao Lingming didn't bother, thinking that he would enjoy touching it a few times, so he went over.

Unexpectedly, the Son of Heaven had a face that hesitated to speak, twisting a strand, rubbing it, grabbing a strand and smelling it, tossing and tossing for more than half an hour.It wasn't until Xiao Lingming was touched that he felt a little nervous, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled back his hair, "? What are you doing?"

"..." The Son of Heaven bent down and lay down on the bed next to Xiao Lingming. He held his chin and looked deeply at Xiao Lingming, "Kiss me."

"?" Although Xiao Lingming didn't understand what kind of monster he was, he still leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

But the Son of Heaven was so good that he was so good, he muttered, "Xian'er just wants you to kiss your face." Then he closed the corners of his mouth unconsciously, turned his face sourly, stretched out five fingers preoccupiedly, one on the ground Show it to Xiao Lingming, "Look, the time you were in the Marquis Mansion is not counted. The Emperor Father waited for you to enter the Hanyuan Palace when you were seven years old. When the Emperor Father passed away, you never left by his side. I have been with my father for 19 years!"

Xiao Lingming always thought it was funny that he was so jealous, so he hummed cooperatively and looked at Song Xian with a smile, only to see the emperor nuzzled, "Then you should stay with me for at least 20 years!"

Originally thought that he was going to have a big blow, but Xiao Lingming burst into laughter when he heard this sentence, looked at him with crooked eyebrows, and finally said coaxingly, "Okay." Song Xian was deliberately sour. One sentence, "I agreed with me last time not to mention the late emperor, why did you mention it again?" He reached out and pinched Song Xian's cheek, lifted it up a little and lowered his head to stare at Song Xian, "you have been thinking about it every day What does it look like to be jealous with Laozi?"

Song Xian, who had his face pinched and didn't look like a gentleman, was eloquent, "I only told you because I care about you. It's not like you, seeing Tao Tao these days is like seeing your own sister."

"..." Xiao Lingming's subordinates strengthened by two points, squinting his eyes and questioning, "What are you kissing?"

When Song Xian heard it, he didn't care about his face being pulled, and climbed up the pole and rolled his boss's eyes unhappily, "Sister! Sister! Sister! It's okay when you are not familiar, but after you are familiar, you will be perfunctory in court. Look at her, but she is the same makeup fan as Tiantian! The poet!" As he spoke, his voice gradually increased, "And the late emperor! You have cut off your hair for the father!"

Xiao Lingming let go of his hand rather speechlessly, looked at the emperor who was devoting himself to eating, and suddenly sat up on his back, passed Song Xian, took from the small table beside the couch, and put it on the side of the fruit plate. The slender golden knife on the hand, randomly parted a strand of hair in front of him, cut it off slowly in Song Xian's surprised eyes, then rolled his eyes and reached out to hand the broken hair to Song Xian, "here, take Go, I've cut my hair for you."

Song Xian was stunned for a moment before reaching out to take it, he held the strand of cold hair and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, but he did not forget to pretend to say, "I'm just talking, but I don't mean to care about it seriously. "

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and took out the golden knife from Xiao Lingming's hand, then grabbed the end of his own hair, cut off a strand, pinched it together with Xiao Lingming's broken hair, handed it to Lan Ting, and said, "Take it carefully for me." Go." After finishing speaking, Song Xian turned to Xiao Lingming, pouted and said hypocritically, "How can you cut off your hair for me, you and I are married."

Seeing that Xiao Lingming just suppressed his laughter without showing any emotion, Song Xian turned over and pressed on him, laughing with him, "Say it! Tell me!...Say it!"

During the fight between the two, the untied hair scattered all over the bed and became entangled with the belt and accessories on her body.

Song Xian pressed firmly on Xiao Lingming's body while the fragrance was lingering, and reached out to lift the tip of his chin.

The emperor's hair hangs down on the side of Xiao Lingming's face because of his movements, as if marking a narrow world for the two of them with only each other.

The exhalation, panting, heartbeat, and smile in this world seem to have been detailed countless times.

The Son of Heaven sized up the beautiful eyebrows and eyes of the person below him who couldn't make a mistake by staring at him like this, and leaned close to him and asked in a low voice: "Is it?"

Xiao Lingming still didn't answer, but looked back Yan Yan.

Song Xian was not in a hurry, and asked again slowly, and again.

——Until the tenth time.

Xiao Lingming blinked at him slyly, and said angrily, "Low your head."

Song Xian obediently put his ear to his sweetheart's lips, but was caught off guard, "Yes, husband."

This sound was short and weak, mixed with the sound of breath, if you didn't bother to catch it, you would carelessly miss it.But when it fell into Song Xian's ear, it swelled up all of a sudden, filling his entire chest. He didn't know how to react for a while, and after a while, he rubbed Xiao Lingming's waist in surprise and forced him, "Say it again You say it again!" But Xiao Lingming didn't fulfill his wish, he just smiled and turned his head to avoid his questioning.

Instantly, the hall of Hanyuan was filled with light and cheerful laughter, just like an ordinary house in the world.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.