You are fragrant, you are...

A very weak tonic soup.Qianlong is not a fool, how many years his elder brother has lived, he has been able to fight for the position of emperor and has worked hard for many years, so he naturally has his own way.

Perhaps it was the scent that burned his heart, or the passionate dancer with watery eyes was too beautiful, Qianlong was so excited, he stayed at the bed and strode to the side of the little prince who was dancing.

Da Xian immersed himself in his dance, and danced around wittily after his original dance steps were blocked.The best talent God gave him is dancing, and Daxian has incomparable intelligence only in dancing.

The closer you get, the stronger the scent.The eyes are gradually becoming less clear, whether it is due to the obsession with the dance, or the childish face that is more beautiful than all the beauties in the harem, or the tonic soup is taking effect.Qianlong didn't want to pay attention.

Grabbing Daxian's hand, sniffing the increasingly intense fragrance, the food is as close as the eyes, and the beauty is as incomparable.Qianlong's mind was still clear at this time, and he planned to leave the Qianqing Palace and then send the little prince out of the palace, but he walked up to the front and back, and he didn't want to let go of the little prince's hand.

Daxian's hand was caught, he couldn't move, he couldn't dance anymore, so he raised his head and asked the emperor foolishly: "Uncle, do you want to dance with me?"

Daxian, who was dancing, thought he was in the dance hall, and Daxian, who was indulging in his dance, thought that Qianlong was just a dancer who came to see him dancing and wanted to invite him to dance.

Qianlong was obviously taken aback, his body heat dissipated a lot, and he grinned loudly.

There are people in this world who dare to call the current emperor uncle, Qianlong thought to himself, those resident nobles selected by the teenage girls in his palace, could it be that they also consider themselves uncles in their hearts?

Qianlong let go of the little prince's hand and let him continue to jump down.

Da Xian realized that he was not in the dance studio, so he had no choice but to continue to complete his task with the greatest enthusiasm.

It may be ridiculous to fall in love with one dance, but it is not acceptable to fall in love with one dance.

When the fragrance was strong and wafted away again, Qianlong didn't want to torture himself any longer.

The little prince who was pulling and dancing, put his thin lips against Da Xian's ears, and his nasal voice was thick.

"Little prince, you can also complete the task earlier as a bed attendant."

Daxian still didn't understand what it meant to be a bed attendant, he had already been wrapped up by a princess of Qianlong and thrown into the dragon bed in the side hall.

With wet eyes filled with wonder and incomprehension, Da Xian just thought whether the emperor had climacteric syndrome at his uncle's age, and his slightly pursed pink mouth was firmly blocked.

Le Xiaoniu, is this hungry?

Hey, Da Xian shouldn't act like a baby, Da Xian is not food either.The emperor is a bad uncle, all uncles are bad uncles!

Daxian is so scared!

The author has something to say: Well, since it's wretched and wretched, let's just be wretched and wretched to the end.

In other words, I originally wanted to write this non-length novel for Mao.I don't understand either.Why do I always write a chapter of a story, and I can't help but write more.

So melancholy, the chapters and so on are not suitable for me.

2012-11-1, Thursday, seven o'clock in the morning.

8 Tender and white Xiaobai, the fragrance of flowers and flowers

His mouth was gnawed, and Da Xian just thought it was the same as eating his tofu with his parents and sister when he was a child.

But why stick your long, slippery tongue in?

Da Xian opened his eyes wide and looked at His Majesty covering his body in astonishment. When his tongue touched him, he was caught. Da Xian was afraid that his tongue would be eaten, so he took the lead in biting it.But as expected, my lord has a thick skin and even a thick tongue. When he bites like this, His Majesty just stares at him slightly, raises his head and stops, and squints at the natural beauty below him.

Qianlong didn't get lost in the burst of lust under the dual effects of fragrance and tonic soup, but more of a tease.As an emperor, he had favored countless women. As for men, if he fell in love with them, it wouldn't hurt anything else. Qianlong didn't mind pampering men.

Da Xian covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty, you just had soup, if you're still hungry, Da Xian won't dance, let's go eat, okay?" The young man's voice was tinged with confusion, and Qianlong almost laughed on the spot.

It was good that the child didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Qianlong felt a swell in his lower body.

"We will have dinner after serving the bed." It was already dark, and Qianlong only picked out the green-headed card for tonight in advance.

When Daxian was about to say something more, Qianlong kissed Daxian's mouth heavily again, coaxing, "Hey, this is a kiss."

Da Xian didn't dare to struggle anymore, the heat gradually came out from his body, his body which was already quite hot when he danced just now became hotter and hotter, his breath was restless, and the dark fragrance had long since turned into a thick and delicious aroma.

Fragrant fragrance, natural and authentic.

Da Xian whimpered and said: "Kiss should only kiss the cheek to express intimacy."

Qianlong naturally enjoyed this kind of waxy and loving tone, the indescribable enjoyment in his ears, and replied with a muffled smile: "That's a kiss from a relative." Qianlong turned his head and kissed Daxian's small face, tender and smooth Hua Yiru guessed, and said, "This is a lover's kiss."

If Daxian was a child who could resist, he wouldn't be able to pretend to be calm in front of Le Xiaoniu.But he is not, right now he only knows that the biggest boss seems to be this uncle emperor who eats his own tofu, although Daxian can't figure out how he became the tender tofu in the eyes of the emperor.The emperor is not scary, what is scary is that the emperor has the power to control life and death, and Da Xian dare not resist.

Da Xian only knew that his body was getting hotter and hotter under the emperor's constant kisses, and he couldn't help but want to break free from the heat and twisted.

Qianlong was enjoying himself and took off Daxian's clothes. It was the first time that he didn't let the beauties who served him undress him.Under Qianlong's fingertips, the boy's white clothes were gradually lifted, and the boy's clothes became messy as the boy struggled and twisted.

Kiss, caress, caress, pick.

Qianlong had never been so patient, and it seemed to Qianlong that it was against the law to recruit a man just for himself on a whim, let alone provoking the youth's lust.

The pink and tender cherry red color deepened under Qianlong's long fingertips, and gradually hardened under gentle twirling.

Under the temptation of fragrance and beauty, Qianlong only felt that the ordinary little breastplate in front of him was white and silky and smooth like milk, and it was a kind of beauty completely different from that of women.

Finding the target, under the fear that the boy's whole body would be eaten, he squeezed the boy's cherry red with one mouth, and did not forget to tease the other end with his long fingers.

Exchange again.

Young people don't know the taste of love, and the sea of ​​desires tastes the undercurrent for the first time.

It's been a long time, Da Xian's face is red and his heart is hot, and he is at a loss for the first time.Is this me still Le Daxian of Lejia?Da Xian is very distressed, because of his impetuous heart despite being eaten.

Passion and desire, just like sex and love, often make people confused or linger.

Under the emperor's caress, Daxian even struggled with a slightly erotic taste, and his thoughts could not support him, so he had to eat his resentful slander, at worst, he would be a great fairy again in 20 years.

After relaxing, Da Xian threw himself into the surging tide of emotion.

There was a sound of whimpering, soft and timid.

Qianlong didn't notice it for a while, and twisted his fingertips hard.

Da Xian reprimanded softly: "Your Majesty, you made Da Xian so painful!—" He thought that no one would hear and added, "The Emperor is a bad uncle!"

Qianlong laughed secretly, if it wasn't for the arrow, he really wanted to beat the little brat who didn't know how to live or die.Looking back, he had to find some new beauties, perhaps because he was in a good mood for his concubine recently and rarely visited the harem, otherwise how could he be interested in a ten-year-old boy.

Leaning over and kissing the young man's face as red as a peach, Qianlong realized that he should not be too good-tempered in front of the young man.Slightly sternly said: "I am the Son of Heaven, how can the little prince call me Uncle!"

Daxian could only hear the lack of seriousness in the emperor's words, and he took it as a joke, not at all embarrassed by being caught by the emperor calling him uncle, he just said: "Your Majesty, did you hear? You won't let Daxian call you uncle? But you Obviously he is an uncle." Daxian didn't say the sentence in his heart that a 50-year-old uncle can be a ten-year-old Daxian's grandfather, but was extremely dissatisfied with the emperor's evasive behavior of not recognizing him as an uncle.

An uncle is an uncle, if you don't want to be called an uncle, you are still an uncle!

"Bold!"

Da Xian was startled, his small body trembled.

Qianlong was dissatisfied, he just made his voice a little louder, a child is a child, don't be scared.

Daxian is not happy, he doesn't feel anything about being eaten, but being yelled at?

"Wuuu... Uncles are all bad uncles... Those who yell at people are bad people... Da Xian don't get eaten here... Da Xian is not a chicken for nothing... Huuu..." That's good for Li Hua to cry, Da Xian No matter how dull Xian is, he is still a child whose psychological age is less than ten years old. This cry really stunned Qianlong.

Which of his concubines and beauties are not beautiful when they cry, but how can they look like this kid who directly uses his dragon robe as a handkerchief.Qianlong glanced at his clothes with disgust, took off his clothes and coaxed: "Good boy - Da Xian is not a chicken for nothing, you can call me Uncle Zhen if you want, but only when we are two."

Da Xian immediately burst into laughter, almost dazzled Qianlong's eyes.

The fingertips have gone around the tailbone, one finger, two fingers, three fingers.

Daxian twisted, the tactile sensation of his fingers twitching back and forth inside his body was extremely unpleasant.When Daxian got angry, he bit Qianlong's neck with a groan, which aroused Qianlong even more.

Face to face, kiss, pull out long fingers, caress the boy's still white and tender buttocks, lean over, push in.

"It hurts—uncle is bad—" Da Xian was startled by the sudden sharp pain, and stretched out his hand to try to push away Qianlong's close body.

Naturally, Qianlong would not let go of the fat in his hand, and waited for the young man under him to relax before starting to sprint slowly.

"Be good—it will be fine in a while—" I no longer forbear.

After such provocations, Daxian gradually became unconscious and groaned.

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