Imperial City

Although the pampering is as usual, Wei Qi is in conflict with each other.

In just one month, seven or eight people came to the dragon couch.Telling him to lie down now, Wei Qi felt so sick that he wanted to vomit just thinking about it for a moment.

So when the emperor approached and wanted to kiss him that day, Wei Qi frowned and hid.

Disgust flashed in his eyes, but the emperor didn't see it.

The latter bit his earlobe and sucked lightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Wei Qi pursed his lips and closed his eyes patiently.

"It's been a while since I called you, are you angry with me?"

The emperor thought that Wei Qi was playing tricks, and was annoyed that he had neglected him recently.

He held Wei Qi's face in his hands, and turned around to kiss him again.

The latter frowned.

"Open," the emperor bit his lips lightly, ordering in a hoarse voice, "open your mouth."

Wei Qi thought: I must have kissed many people, must have said this to many people.It's really disgusting, something that has been in someone else's mouth still comes to scare me.

He really wronged the emperor, the emperor has only kissed him in the past few years, fortunately he didn't even remove the obscene clothes when others were around.

He had a skin-to-skin relationship with Wei Qi on the couch, making the latter have long forgotten that when the emperor first kissed him, he would never take off his clothes or bite him.

The emperor was very gentle on the bed. He hadn't been close to Wei Qi for many days, and he missed him very much.

Especially since the ancestor passed away, the two of them depended on each other that night in the Qianqing Palace. Now that the emperor thinks about it, he can't help but treat Wei Qi better and more leniently.

"It's just these few days. Be more generous. Jealousy is one of the seven things." He said with a smile.

But Wei Qi was so angry that his chest heaved, Qi came out, what happened, not even a concubine! Talking about He Shan being jealous, he wished that the people around him would forget him.

If it wasn't for not eating much before coming here and having nothing to vomit, Wei Qi would have vomited a long time ago, and he would have to respond to the emperor.

He didn't reply for a long time, and he didn't respond.

The emperor was getting impatient, and it was so difficult to summon someone, and he was still so self-willed and twisted, it was fun to coax him a few words, but if there were more, the taste would change, as if he was begging for help.

He raised his body slightly, grabbed Wei Qi's jaw and turned his face to himself.

His voice sank, "What kind of temper are you playing? I didn't answer my questions because I treated you too well and told you to forget the rules of the palace?"

Wei Qi finally opened his eyes, but the disgust in his eyes could not be hidden in time.

What kind of look is this?

"Don't look at me like that!" He scolded in a low voice.

Wei Qifu closed his eyes, "Yes, this servant has eaten it up, and this servant has forgotten the rules in the palace. Please punish me."

When he said it so frankly, the emperor didn't know how to deal with him.

However, if a slave forgets the rules just because of jealousy, and dares to stare at him like that, it is really disobedient.

There are so many concubines in the palace, none of them are as rampant and willful as him.

There are no men in the world who have three wives and four concubines. As an emperor, he has to carefully weigh it, and the rain and dew are even.

He loved this servant so much that he couldn't add any more, it would mess up the harem and cause turmoil in the court.

"Wei Qi." The emperor stroked his closed eyes, "Remember your identity."

Wei Qi shuddered, his throat vibrated, "Hey, I remember."

His appearance was pitiful and stubborn, and the emperor finally couldn't bear it, "Be good, and I will take you to Yuanmingyuan to escape the summer heat in a few days."

Wei Qi held back his sobs, "Yes."

The emperor smiled slightly, then leaned over to kiss his neck, soft and lingering, all the way to the chin, sticking to the corner of his mouth, "Open your mouth."

The latter opened his lips, and turned his face to meet him.

He thought: Why did His Majesty give him this warning now? It really should have been earlier.

There is still a big difference between reluctantly or willingly doing things on the bed.Even if the mind convinces itself to be patient, the resistance and resistance of the body cannot be faked.

There was intermittent movement on the dragon couch, and after a long while, the emperor sighed.

He grabbed Wei Qi's waist and buried his head in the latter's neck, "Wei Qi, what can I do with you like this?"

Wei Qi looked ugly, as if he had been humiliated.

He pursed his lips and turned his head, reached out to reach for the grease on the table beside the couch, opened it, picked a large piece with his fingertips, and poked it down.

What's the fun in this, it's reluctant, it's like forcing him.

The emperor grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"The slave wiped it and asked you to do it." He said this plainly, his expression was dull, and there was no shame on his face, but a little pale.

The emperor lost most of his interest in an instant, but he made up his mind to do it tonight, as if fighting against Wei Qi, if he didn't subdue this slave, he would bow his head and admit defeat.

He grabbed Wei Qi's hand and spread the white jade-like ointment on his fingertips on the latter's cheek, and said with a sneer, "I can do it without this thing."

And I want to make you want | immortal desire | die, you can't advance or retreat, bow your head and bow your head.

The emperor is now thirty and twenty years old, fifteen years old and knows about men and women. Tonight, he used all the methods he had never used on others on Wei Qi.

Fingers teased recklessly, lips gently soothed.

He licked Wei Qi's ear with his lips and tongue, and suddenly called out, "An'an."

Wei Qiben was already burning red all over, and he was trapped in the soft bright yellow, unable to fight back. As soon as these two words came out, his whole body tensed up.

The emperor chuckled, "An'an." It was more lingering and hoarse than the previous one.

"Don't..." Wei Qi shook his head slowly, don't call me like that.

The moans he endured for a long time finally overflowed from his throat, the corners of his eyes were dyed deep red, and tears glistened.

Where is heaven, where is purgatory, and is this place a world?

Wei Qi lost his soul.

"Really don't want it?" The emperor bit his lips lightly, "Listen to it yourself, it sounds so sweet, even more sweet than my concubine's."

Wei Qi gradually lost control, he bit his wrist, straightened his neck and shook his head in a futile struggle.

The emperor propped up one palm, condescendingly admiring his bewildered and indulging mood, feeling extremely proud.

The bright yellow bed curtain was like the waves on the sea surging up and down, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, the dragon bed shook slightly, and the warm sound even made Anxi who was standing under the corridor blushed when she heard it.

Wei Qi was on the verge of collapse, and he finally couldn't help but begged for mercy, "Well... don't come again..." He said with difficulty: "Master... the slave knows his mistake."

The emperor's joy showed on his face, and he said, "I see that you don't look like you can't bear it."

He broke away Wei Qi's hand holding the mattress, clasped it and intertwined his fingers.

"Is it comfortable?"

Wei Qi's eyes were loose, and he was unwilling to speak.

"Is it comfortable?"

……

"Shu...tan..."

The emperor laughed softly, but did not let him go, "There are more comfortable ones."

Wei Qi, today I will let you have a taste of the joy of fish and water.

Wei Qi cried helplessly. He had always been patient on the dragon couch, insisted on guarding his last dignity, and never lost his composure.

Before he fainted, he wondered blankly, whether he was born lowly, became a eunuch at the age of eight, but could still be so shameless, deeply trapped in confused lust, unable to escape.

He is really an unfilial son of the Chen family. His parents have no news of his life or death, but he succumbs to the son of his enemies. When he dies in the future, what face will he have to meet his parents?

That night, the emperor tried his best to please a slave, and finally made him submit.

He is very proud of his victory, but he doesn't know that in such a fierce and profound intimate matter, it is difficult to decide who wins and who loses, and the one who loses heart first is not necessarily the one who begs for mercy.

Wei Qi was covered in sweat and fell into a deep sleep. The emperor stroked his wet face, feeling very happy.

The emperor thought: actually wanting to control me, but in the end, I don't want to be controlled by me.If you want you to live, you will live, if you want you to die, you will die. If you tell you to cry, you will never laugh.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss on Wei Qi's lips, which was the sympathy of the victor after he surrendered.

Since then, Wei Qi's life has become difficult.

He counted the days on his fingers, every four days he would be frightened.

He doesn't have any dislike for the emperor anymore, only the contradictory fear and attachment, like binding you and pouring drugs, watching your powerless resistance leisurely and giving you the antidote to prolong your life.

Half a month later, the emperor called Xian'an King into the palace to have an audience.

King Xian'an married the princess four years ago and became a father, so he seems quite stable.

He greeted him, and the emperor asked a few words about the situation of the palace as usual, and said: "Is there anything new that is worth enjoying recently?"

King Xian'an felt that the sun must be coming from the east today, and that a serious and diligent emperor like Brother Huang would take the initiative to find something new.

"Brother Huang, there are all kinds of novelties in the court, but I don't know what kind of style you want? Is it a living thing, an album or a scroll, or a rare treasure for you to enjoy?"

"Atlas." The emperor lifted the tea cover and drank the tea.

"Brother Huang, you have found the right person. My brother has thousands of albums in his home. Landscapes, herbs, food, martial arts and kendo are all available. I don't know which category you prefer?"

"Fen|Peach Spring|Gong." The emperor said calmly without changing his face.

His expression is serious, as if these four characters are as ordinary as eating and dressing.

"Pfft!" King Xian'an spat out a mouthful of tea, coughing continuously.

The emperor played with the mutton-fat dragon pattern jade pendant and waited.

"Brother Huang...Brother Huang..." King Xian'an stammered.

A few years ago, he was reprimanded and forced to marry a new gadget to the emperor, but now he took the initiative to ask for it. It's really...unexpected.

"This thing exists in my brother's house, but it hasn't been dug out for a long time, it's all old stuff."

Those who marry powerful wives are less likely to be flirtatious again.

"Look for a few new ones, and I will enter the palace tomorrow."

King Xian'an looked at his imperial brother quietly, but he couldn't see any difference from the past.

However, this command was indeed heard by himself.

Could it be that there is something in mind?Want something fresh too?

"Your brother knows, I will do my best." He coughed twice to clear his throat, and replied respectfully, as if this was a serious matter, and he didn't dare to make fun of the emperor.

The album was presented the next day, and the emperor asked Anxi to send the things to Xinuang Pavilion.

Call Wei Qi at night.

Wei Qi was really scared. His Majesty seemed to be possessed by a demon recently, so he had to torment him.

The former lay on the couch begging for mercy, and asked the emperor if he could take a break tonight, if he could just play chess and read, or drink some wine to watch the moon.

He also said that the magnolias, camellias, irises and other flowers in the courtyard were all in bloom, so it would be nice to just open the windows and enjoy the flowers by candlelight.

After searching a lot, the emperor smiled.He reached out his hand into Wei Qi's brocade quilt, and as soon as his skin touched each other, the latter began to tremble.

"My lord..." Wei Qi grabbed his palm, "I haven't played chess and read books with you for a long time."

He fell asleep every time, so he didn't have the energy to play chess.

"Since that's the case, let's read the meeting book tonight."

Wei Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

The emperor leaned forward and opened the low cabinet next to the couch, and threw out two albums.

"You read it to me." He pillowed on Wei Qi's abdomen.

Wei Qidao: "Hey."

He opened the ordinary-looking booklet, glanced at it, and threw it away as if it was hot.

"Why don't you read it? I see that there are words on it." He raised his eyes and stared at Wei Qi.

Wei Qi's face was as red as a drop of blood, and the color was stronger than the blood jade hanging around his neck.

"My lord..." He was at a loss.

"That's it, you pick one and let's try it tonight. If you don't want to choose, come and listen to me."

Wei Qi chose the latter.

He knew he was living in embarrassment.