Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

"His Majesty!"

Pei Que's pretentiously gloomy face was not taut, and he laughed angrily.

"Your father once, you want to come again"

He pinched the little emperor's waist and pulled him towards him, "Your Majesty, how many do you think I have?" Can your Murong family continue to be stabbed? "

The night is like water.

It was a dark winter night outside, the night sky was silent, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, looking down on the world coldly.

The night sky, which was occasionally startled by birds, seemed like a pool of deep water, and there was no sound at all.

Occasionally, the wind blows, and the coolness brushes against the towering ridges, making the sound of the wind brushing against the tiles. I don't know how long it will take to return to the level.

The palace guards on duty at night may have fallen asleep. They leaned against the pillars of the dragon in front of the hall, and a palace lantern in their hands emitted a faint candlelight, illuminating the square inch of land in front of their feet.

The palace man slept deeply and restlessly, with his head curled up, and he dozed off bit by bit.

Occasionally, patrolling guards passed by. They carried long knives, wore armor, and strode with big strides, fighting against the cold night, but it was inevitable that they would be sleepy in winter nights, and their military appearance was not as neat as in the daytime.

But don't blame them, it's not easy to come out to patrol in such a cold winter day.

There was the sound of boots stepping over the stone steps, which woke up the eunuch on duty from his dream.

They raised their heads in confusion, rubbed their eyes, picked up the dropped palace lantern, yawned sleepily, and continued to confront the long night in a state of desperation.

Only when you look up and glance at the majestic Chengqian Palace, can you see the bright lights inside.

Reflecting the yellowish candlelight, the tall man in the hall lowered his head slightly, looking down at the person in front of him.

The little emperor was attracted by his smile, he blinked his round eyes, and took a step forward.

The little emperor raised his face and smiled at him, his brows were curved and his pupils were filled with brilliance.

"Pei Qing smiled, so she won't be angry anymore?"

He leaned over as if to please, and tapped the corner of the other's lips lightly.

He stretched out his two arms around Pei Que's neck, and leaned against Pei Que's chest one by one.

Hearing His Majesty's knock on the door, Pei Que didn't even have time to put on his clothes, fearing that something might happen to him, he rushed out in a hurry.

"Pei Qing..."

He stretched out a hand weakly, calling his name in a low voice, "Pei Que...Pei Qing...

Don't be angry with me anymore..."

He dragged his tune, with a soft ending, and acted softly one by one.

"Pei Qing..."

"Pei Qing...you are the best..."

He wrapped his arms around Pei Que's neck, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Pei Qing loves Shu'er the most... right..."

Looking at his round eyes, Pei Que's heart skipped a beat.

Pei Que lowered his head and couldn't help pinching his chin.

He stared into the other person's light-colored eyes, suppressed the inexplicable emotion in his heart, and let out a "hmm".

It was too soft, but it was still audible.

He nodded, his voice was a bit vague, "Your Majesty is right, I naturally love you the most."

He already liked this little thing in front of him.

He is his indelible obsession...

It's a fire in his heart...

It is the star in the sky that he wants to take off no matter what...

It was Yun Zhongyue who he set up the ladder to hold in his arms....

It is the most precious treasure in the world that he wants to nest in his arms no matter what...

It is all the warmth he has sealed in his heart...

His every move, every frown and smile, every look back, every bow, all affect his emotions.

When he bends his eyes, the long eyelashes will be like a frightened butterfly, trembling, with sweetness in his eyes, and a smile bursting out.

When he pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth would be tight, his round eyes would be wide open, stubborn and aggrieved.

When the situation was more serious, he would blink his eyes and shed a continuous stream of tears, first wet his eyelashes, then wet his face, and finally roll down his chin...

It is naturally pitiful for a beauty to cry.

He obviously doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to stand there quietly, and he will be fascinated by him!

What's more, at this moment, he feels guilty and afraid that he will be angry, so he only wants to comfort and compensate himself...

This is the first time to catch up, so immature and clumsy to please myself

He heard that his voice was slightly hoarse, and the words he said were three times soft, "Your Majesty, so...do you want to send me away?"

The voice comes out of my mouth, and the thoughts rise from the bottom of my heart one by one.

Imprison him, crush him, mix into his flesh and bones, and reshape him...

It seems that only in this way, he will always be with him all the time...

He suppressed his dark thoughts, frowned, and made a dissatisfied look, "Your Majesty, this is the end???"

The other party's lips were bright red, sparkling with sparkling light, his face was as white as jade under the light, and his eyes were full of shadowy water.

"That.."

He bit his lip helplessly, leaving two shallow indentations.

"Then...Pei Qing...what do you want me to do..."

Pei Que's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were so deep that it became more difficult to see clearly.

His fingertips were trembling with excitement, and his heart felt like being licked by a kitten, with a slight itchiness—this is too easy to lie!

The other party gently opened his waist, tilted his head, a little puzzled, and a little confused, "Pei Qing...what do you want me to do...

"I...I won't either..."

"Your Majesty is the one who wants to be the Mingjun of the prosperous age, how can he not even know how to please himself?"

What he said was taken for granted, the little emperor was taken aback, "Then teach me..."

"I...otherwise...I just can't..."

Pei Que withdrew his eyes, the meaning of his smile was unclear, but he was extremely sure, "Your Majesty will..."

He just stood beside the bed, doing nothing, his voice seemed to spit out silk, tightly engulfing the little emperor.

His tone was firm, "Your Majesty has been smart since childhood, so he will understand..."

The little emperor understood what he meant, he shook his fingers nervously, and finally lifted them up slowly...

The thin white fingers are like beautiful jade patiently carved by a craftsman, and the protrusion of every joint is just right.

He moved, and the emotions in his heart flooded up again, and he gave Pei Que a helpful look.

"Pei Qing."

Pei Que bent his eyes, "Your Majesty has done a good job."

He knelt on the dragon couch, slightly lifting his chin, with the room full of bright yellow satin curtains as the background.

There are shadowy mist in his eyes, looking at him pitifully, for help, and looking for advice and affirmation.

Like a little fox who has just cultivated human form and entered the mortal world for the first time.

Both holy and charming.

It is so fragile that people want to pity it, and it is so beautiful that it makes people crazy.

He was screaming madly in his heart, but his footsteps were still nailed in place one by one.

not enough!

How is this enough!

He used all his strength to suppress his turbulent emotions, stabilized his voice, and acted like a good and persuasive teacher—"Your Majesty is so smart!"

While he made no secret of his admiration, he tossed out a hook with an enticing bait on it, luring his little goldfish.

"The minister is very happy..."

"Your Majesty must know, what should I do next?"

He nodded obediently, continued to the next step, and then knelt there obediently, accepting the other party's scrutiny.

Seeing the other party standing there silently, but still looking at him persistently.

He bent his fingers, stretched out two arms, and tried to reach Pei Que, "Pei Qing..."

But the man was still unmoved, but his voice became hoarse and deep.

"His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty's apology is over here?"

He retracted his arm a little embarrassedly.

His legs and feet were weak, he stumbled again, almost fell, and was grabbed by Pei Qing's extended arm, and fell directly into the opponent's arms.

The willow waist is slender and not enough to hold.

Pei Que lowered his head, and his lips brushed against the other's forehead.

"Your Majesty took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, because he was afraid that the minister would not be able to see clearly if he was far away?"

The little emperor propped himself up, pinching his collar with his palms, and raised his head upon hearing this, "I didn't..."

"Is that a deliberate test of the minister?"

He stared at the face in front of his eyes, his eyes were dark and unclear.

"But I'm destined not to be Liu Xiahui, I can't be a gentleman anymore..."

He couldn't help leaning over, "If I can't help but indulge myself and make a mistake, will His Majesty be angry?"

The man in his arms blinked, but couldn't bear the astonishing heat in his eyes, and lowered his head in embarrassment, leaning his cheek softly against Pei Que's neck, leaning on him wholeheartedly.

His voice was soft and misty, as if mixed with water vapor.

"I'm not angry..."

"Then His Majesty will cooperate with the minister? What request does the minister have, and His Majesty can do it?"

"I...I will do my best..."

As soon as the words fell, his fingers holding Pei Que's collar curled up uncomfortably a few times, as if begging for mercy.

"Then Pei Qing...can you love me...no...can't make excessive demands..."

Pei Que gave a soft "hmm", "The minister naturally loves His Majesty the most."

His voice was hoarse, and he smiled lightly, even his chest trembled.

Then he raised his bandage-wrapped palm and softened his voice, as if he was very pitiful. "Look, Your Majesty, the minister injured his hand by blocking the knife for His Majesty, and became a wounded patient."

"Then as a seriously injured patient, shouldn't he get some extra care?"

The little emperor straightened up, holding his palm, raised his head to look at him in puzzlement and distress.

"Pei Qing, what extra care?"