Clan House

Song Yi used both kindness and power, taunts and soft words, and Zhu Qiyou was finally defeated.

Even if you can't fight on the front line, you still have to be serious about fighting.Zhu Qiyou adjusted his mentality and trained the war eagle before departure.On a whim, he even recruited the Sharpshooter Battalion and the Flying Wing Battalion to train together, thinking that after the war hawks got used to artillery fire, he would find an opportunity to shoot down the enemy's war hawks with handguns.It takes a lot of effort to train a Haidongqing well, and Zhu Qiyou can't help but feel satisfied when he imagines the appearance of the enemy's war eagle.

Even so, whether Wang Yongfu can cooperate with the gun at that time is not up to Zhu Qiyou.

This room Zhu Qiyou is busy training the war eagle, but Song Yi is preparing for the military expenses for the long-term battle.

The queen ordered the concubines and palace staff to be frugal, which reduced some expenses and reduced some palace staff.Ladies and gentlemen, all those who are not very old are sent out to the palace to marry.The servants could not live outside the palace and remained in the palace to serve, but the number of servants recruited into the palace was reduced.

Below the emperor, concubines, princes, county kings, princes, and princesses all live in their own palaces.In addition to the Taiye Pond used for daily banquets, the maintenance of the mountains, rocks, flowers and trees in the Ligong Garden has also stopped, and only some Huangzhuang that produces fruits and vegetables are still in operation.

The emperor set an example, and all the officials naturally followed suit, complaining endlessly.Song Yi was unwilling to raise taxes unless he had to.

Song Yi went to Kunning Palace to discuss some official affairs with the queen.When he returned to Qianqing Palace, Zhu Qiyou had already bathed and was waiting for him.

The palace reduced the expenses, but Zhu Qiyou didn't hear anyone complaining.He couldn't help admiring the queen and her dedication to the Daluo Dynasty.Seeing that Song Yi had talked about the matter, he rushed back to the Qianqing Palace to spend the night with him. Zhu Qiyou inevitably felt a little guilty towards the queen.

Song Yi had been busy all day, and his expression was somewhat tired.Without saying hello to Zhu Qiyou, he took off his clothes and soaked himself in the bathtub under the service of the servant.

Zhu Qiyou teased the bird for a while, but the bird was listless and not interesting.He simply asked someone to lift the cage away, and went around behind the screen to find Song Yi.I saw Song Yi sitting in the tub, letting the maid massage his shoulders and neck.Zhu Qiyou waved his hand to tell the court lady to retreat, rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas, and massaged the back of Song Yi's neck.

Zhu Qiyou has practiced martial arts all year round, and his strength is much stronger than that of a court lady.Song Yi snorted softly, but still did not open his eyes.

It wasn't until the water temperature dropped that Song Yi opened his eyes, patted Zhu Qiyou's hand and told him to back away.Zhu Qiyou called the servant over, helped Song Yi put on his pajamas, and then dried his hair with a soft cloth.

Song Yi knelt on the low couch, Zhu Qiyou pulled a stool and sat beside him, Song Yi took Zhu Qiyou's arm and fell into his arms. "I don't know how long this battle will take." Song Yi said sullenly.

Zhu Qiyou rubbed the brows of the young emperor, and asked softly, "Is the tax going to be raised?"

Song Yi shook his head, wrapped his arms around Zhu Qiyou's back, and rubbed his cheek against the man's chest. "Why don't you leave..." he murmured.

Zhu Qiyou did not respond to Song Yi's words, he let Song Yi hang on his body, and did not hug Song Yi's body as usual.

He was thinking about other things.Song Yi is now, and it will take a year to get married.Now he is going to fight in the frontier, this battle is with the determination to conquer Mongolia, I don't know how long it will take.If Zhu Qiyou had returned to Beijing after three or five years, Song Yi might have grown up with children.

It is said that out of sight, out of mind, if Song Yiruo wants to have a child while he is away from Beijing, it will be easier for him to accept than to have a concubine when he is in front of him.He guessed whether Song Yi was thinking the same way, and then arranged for him to leave Beijing.If this was the case, then Zhu Qiyou would be ignorant if he didn't leave.

But it's not that easy to have a child. Based on the Song family's tradition of having a boy and not being able to support them, let alone three to five years, even thirty to fifty years may not be able to get a prince.If Song Yi still had no prince when Zhu Qiyou returned from the battle, then some ministers should advise to recruit the harem.

Zhu Qiyou didn't know how to deal with himself, maybe he wanted to serve the emperor with the women in the harem.

The weather was hot, and Song Yi's loose hair dried quickly.The skin touching Zhu Qiyou was sweating a little, Song Yi backed away and let out a breath.

"Go to bed early." He said and glanced at Zhu Qiyou.

Zhu Qiyou stared at Song Yi's eyes, which were dark and unclear.After a while, he suddenly jumped forward, hooked Song Yi's knees and hugged him up.Song Yi let out an "ah", helped Zhu Qiyou's arm to stabilize his figure, and then was thrown on the bed.

Song Yi knew what Zhu Qiyou meant, he moved his body inward, and waved his hands in a gesture of rejection. "I'm really tired today."

Zhu Qiyou pressed Song Yi's hand, kicked off his bed shoes, and went to undress Song Yi.

Before parting, Song Yi saw that Zhu Qiyou was still persistent, so he couldn't help disturbing his interest.His mind was dizzy, and his body couldn't exert much strength.So he closed his eyes and lay on his back on the bed, allowing Zhu Qiyou to lie on his body and fiddle back and forth.

As a habit, Zhu Qiyou stripped Song Yi naked first.In summer, there was no need for much shelter. Song Yi was ripped off by Zhu Qiyou's pajamas, and his back was pressed against the fine kudzu cloth that made the bed, feeling the refreshing coolness.But Zhu Qiyou didn't intend to let him cool off, his warm body quickly pressed against him, and the breath that hit his skin was wet and hot.

Different from his usual playfulness, Zhu Qiyou seemed much more eager.

Zhu Qiyou tore off his pajamas, stepped on his pants alternately with his legs, and leaned on Song Yi's body with his elbows propped up.He supported the bed, trying to minimize the friction of his skin and avoid creating more heat.He lowered his head and kissed Song Yi's lips.Song Yi still closed his eyes, opened his mouth cooperatively, and sucked Zhu Qiyou's tongue lazily.Song Yi's lips were warm, which made Zhu Qiyou itch. The desire in his chest was not resolved, but was aroused even more.

Zhu Qiyou was not satisfied with Song Yi's perfunctory, instead he hooked the tip of Song Yi's tongue, moved it up and down, and after touching it gently, he bit his upper lip fiercely.

Song Yi snorted, opened his eyes, but did not avoid it.He saw Zhu Qiyou's eager gaze, and there was a bit of sternness under it.With Zhu Qiyou holding his lower body in his palm, Song Yi's mind was still sore and uncomfortable, and the strange feeling in his body made him enter a state similar to a hangover, and he couldn't tell whether it was pure discomfort or unbearable.

The two eyes met, and Zhu Qiyou let go of Song Yi's lips.The upper lip suddenly relaxed, bouncing and touching the lower lip, making an ambiguous sound of water.Song Yi licked his lips, but there was no smell of blood, only that it was probably swollen.

Zhu Qiyou avoided Song Yi's gaze, and bit the boy's neck hard.He didn't speak, and looked like he was working hard, showing that he was angry.Song Yi hissed, and patted Zhu Qiyou on the back to comfort him.Zhu Qiyou suddenly propped himself up, avoiding Song Yi's hand.

Zhu Qiyou stepped back, and the two looked at each other again.Song Yi panicked for no reason, supported the bed with his elbows, and wanted to sit up.Zhu Qiyou suddenly grabbed Song Yi's ankle and dragged him to the ground again.

Song Yi's shoulders touched the quilt again, and the subtle texture rubbed against his body was not comfortable.

(……slightly……)

That night, Zhu Qiyou tortured Song Yi tirelessly for a long time.Song Yi was tired and unwell at first, but Zhu Qiyou tossed him to regain his energy, and gradually became tired and sleepy again.However, Zhu Qiyou had no intention of letting Song Yi rest. Whenever the other party showed signs of fatigue, he pinched his sensitive waist and let the pain stimulate him to wake up again.

Song Yi also bit and scratched on Zhu Qiyou's body, grabbing the man with bloody streaks.But in comparison, Song Yi suffered more injuries.

Finally tossing to the point of exhaustion, the two described it as if their enemies had done one.

Zhu Qiyou was lying on his side, holding Song Yi in his arms, kissing repeatedly from earlobe to shoulder and neck.He still didn't allow Song Yi to fall asleep, and used the boy's collarbone to grind his teeth, leaving a row of teeth marks.

Song Yi was too tired, a little annoyed by being annoyed, and lost the energy to lose his temper.

He turned around, and his lower body hurt from being pulled.He held Zhu Qiyou in his arms, and patted the man's back lightly.

"What's wrong with you today? If I'm not doing well, just tell me. I'm afraid I'm going to die if I go on like this. Who else can you bully?"

"I'm leaving soon, why don't you make enough money?" Zhu Qiyou said contentedly, "Aren't you still reluctant?"

Song Yi was silent for a moment, but his mind was much clearer.

"Sorry," just when Zhu Qiyou thought Song Yi had fallen asleep again and was about to take a bite, he suddenly said, "I'm too busy to take care of both."

The complacency in Zhu Qiyou's heart disappeared, and he said with a wry smile: "That's right, you are the emperor."

Song Yi slowly let go of Zhu Qiyou, and stepped back slightly, just in time to see the man's face clearly.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked worriedly, stroking the man's cheek with his right hand.

However, Zhu Qiyou seemed to be sleepy, his eyes were closed, and his face was as red as if he had been drinking.

"Tell me," Song Yi stroked Zhu Qiyou's thick eyebrows, "Maybe, I can do more than you imagined. Even if everything doesn't go your way, I can do the most."

Zhu Qiyou didn't reply, he closed his eyes, but the frequency of his breathing revealed the fact that he was not asleep.

Song Yi thought a lot, skipping many possibilities.After a long time, when Song Yi also felt like giving up, Zhu Qiyou opened his mouth.

"Will you look for someone else when I'm not here?"

Song Yi did not give an answer.

Zhu Qiyou let out a miserable laugh, and turned his back to Song Yi.Song Yi opened his arms, trying to wrap his arms around the man's waist, but finally clenched his fist and let it go.

Zhu Qiyou knew he was right, Song Yi did plan to have a child.

As the emperor of a country, Song Yi was not wrong, he knew that he wanted too much.

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