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The dizziness after heat stroke has not passed, Qing Chen lay on the bed for a long time and had lunch.

In the afternoon, a group of palace servants came into Weiyang Palace, carrying a huge block of ice in their hands, they were hurrying inside.

Qingchen was sitting in the water pavilion resting, and saw them move the ice cubes in front of him, the ice cubes were crystal clear, exuding a trace of air-conditioning all over his body, he could feel the coolness even when he was sitting one meter away.

He looked at those palace people suspiciously, his eyes were cold: "This is..."

One of the palace servants shook his stiff frozen hands and stood beside the ice, without even a trace of sweat on his face. He said respectfully: "This is last winter, when the emperor sent someone to put someone on the ice. The one that was cut off from the lake was originally three times the size of this ice cube, and after being stored in a cave, it has melted to the point where only this is left, so the emperor asked us to move to Weiyang Palace to cool off for the young master.”

There was a slight daze on Qing Chen's face, he stood up gently, walked to the side of the ice cube, stretched out his hand to caress it, he felt a slight bit of cold air leaking out of his palm, soaking into his lungs, dispelling the stuffy feeling, the coolness Soothing.

Someone in the palace leaned towards the ice cube invisibly, and said in his mouth: "The emperor is really kind to the young master. There is only one ice cube in the palace, and the emperor has been reluctant to use it. When he saw the young master, he fainted from heat stroke. , Baba ordered us to move this ice."

The palace man's words reached his ears, Qing Chen's drooping eyes and eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand stroking the ice became heavy.

Staying in the same place for a long time will inevitably lead to boredom, the evening sun is gradually setting, accompanied by the palace staff, Qing Chen leaves Weiyang Palace, intending to walk freely in the palace.

In the huge palace, if you are not careful, you will lose your way. Fortunately, there are palace people by your side to guide the way, so Qing Chen will not make a joke.

It's almost time to go, and I was about to knock down and return to Weiyang Palace, when the halo of dusk poured down, I could only hear a pleasant sound of Lingling coming from my ear.

The sound of the zither was melodious and low-pitched, like mourning and weeping, like a small river full of stagnant water, the water lost its former agility, flowed extremely slowly, dried up, and disappeared.

Qingchen couldn't help being touched by the beautiful mournful voice, he looked sideways at the palace gate over there, and suddenly stepped up and walked in slowly.

The palace people behind seemed hesitant to speak, this is the palace of Empress Li...

Once inside, there are tall green bamboo forests on both sides, and the bamboo leaves are fluttering with the warm wind. In the bamboo forest on the right, there is a woman with a beautiful face, wearing plain clothes, sitting here quietly, with a picture in front of her. On the lyre, pale white fingers covered it, provoking and mopping it, and the low and sad sound of the piano flowed out from under her hands.

Seeing someone intruding here, the woman stopped playing the piano, looked up at the man who was more beautiful than the woman in front of her, and said softly: "Who are you?"

Qing Chen stared at her calmly: "A person who knows the sound."

The woman smiled slightly: "Do you know my piano sound?"

He approached her slowly, and said softly: "Girl, are you trapped by love?"

The woman's expression was slightly astonished, and the next moment, she smiled and said nothing.

Qing Chen didn't ask her any more, but leaned over slowly, put his five fingers on the strings, moved his fingertips a few times, and said: "You were distracted just now, that section should be like this."

The woman listened quietly to his chords, and suddenly smiled: "I have been taught."

Qing Chen also smiled slightly at her, a slight warmth appeared on his always cold expression, which made the palace people on one side stare dumbfounded.

Saying goodbye to the woman, Qing Chen followed the palace servants back to Weiyang Palace.

In the middle of the night when everything was silent, Mo Feng took Lin Qi and hurried into the Weiyang Palace. Qing Chen was resting in the gazebo, and half of the ice beside him had melted away, leaving only about one person tall, staying beside it , but still cool to the core.

I saw Mo Feng walking towards him, and Lynch behind him was holding an ebony wood lyre with exquisite patterns carved on the body and a string of red tassels on the head.

Qing Chen didn't know what he meant, and looked up at him.

Mo Feng sat beside him, and said: "Qing Chen, I heard that you know the rhythm and are good at guqin. I was worried that you would be bored by yourself, so I brought you this piano."

Lynch gently placed the lyre in his hand on the stone table in the middle, and Qing Chen looked down at the delicate lyre, sighing slightly in his heart.

This matter must have been spread by those palace people, but...

Seeing him hanging his head in silence, Mo Feng pursed his lips, stroked the streamlined body of the piano, and said, "Actually, I also want to hear you play a piece."

After listening to his words, Qing Chen still lowered his eyes and remained silent. He stared at the Qin in front of him, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty..."

Hearing what he said, the expression on Mo Feng's face was a little stiff, he lowered the emotion in his eyes, and turned to look at him: "Qing Chen, don't you want to listen to me?"

He shook his head slightly: "I...can't."

Mo Feng stood up suddenly, pursed his lips into a line, and said with a calm face: "Why can you play it for others, but not for me? Could it be that what I have done for you is not enough for you?" Quqin sound!"

Qing Chen slowly raised his face to look at him, his thin lips parted slightly: "I..."

"You can smile at others, but you can't smile at me. Is it that annoying to you? You never even said a nice word to me!"

"..." Qing Chen lowered his eyes slowly, his eyes flickering, and stopped talking.

Seeing his appearance, Mo Feng was even more angry, full of anger and had nowhere to vent, he could only shake his sleeves vigorously, turned around and left Weiyang Palace quickly.

Lin Qi looked at the piano, then at the silent Qing Chen, not knowing what to say about him, he sighed heavily: "Young Master Qing Chen, the Emperor really loves you so much that he loves you so much. The best for you, even the palace servants in Weiyang Palace were personally selected and delivered by him, and the ice cubes that have been hoarded for a long time. Not long ago, the emperor's uncle, Prince Yu, had already Asked the emperor to ask for this ice cube, the emperor gritted his teeth and refused to let go, but since you fainted from heat stroke that day, the emperor sent someone to deliver the ice cube without saying a word, how can the emperor treat you well, you Why...why don't you know how to please him!"

.........

Mo Feng left, and Lin Qi also left. In the huge Weiyang Palace, under the dark night, he was the only one left in a blink of an eye.

As if he had been acupunctured, he sat there without moving for a long time, under the dark night, the expression on that beautiful face could not be seen clearly.

The lyre on the stone table was still quietly placed, but no one touched it from the beginning to the end.

.........

Two days passed, Weiyang Palace was deserted, and Mo Feng hadn't been here for two whole days.

That huge block of ice, even though it would still be sent back to the cellar at night for refrigeration, has now melted down to the size of a stone.

People with a cold temperament stay in this lonely and cold palace, and some palace people whisper behind their backs, saying that Weiyang Palace has become a cold palace.

Qing Chen didn't care about other people's words, he kept thinking about Lin Qi's words that day, and Mo Feng's gentle face.

Another night came, and it was a sultry summer day, but the Weiyang Palace was as cold as snow.

Finally, he couldn't stand the chill, and ordered the palace servants to invite Mo Feng to Weiyang Palace.

The palace man quickly left in response, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to prepare things.

Mo Feng stepped into the Weiyang Palace again, the palace was brightly lit like daytime, passing through the long corridor, he could see the man in the water pavilion from a distance, dressed in green clothes as cold as the moon, and his back was as thin as paper.

There was a faint impulse in his heart, and he wanted to rush up and hug the man tightly in his arms, but he only approached slowly, without moving his face, and only asked: "You asked someone to call me, what's the matter?"

Hearing the sound, Qing Chen turned around slowly, his arms lowered slightly, his wide sleeves covered the white flute in his hand, he looked at Mo Feng with a cold look in his eyes: "Your Majesty, come and sit down."

Hearing this, Mo Feng hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't refuse him. His body was more agile than his mind, and he walked into the pavilion, and sat down gently at the stone table.

Qing Chen looked at him lightly, and said softly: "I'll play the flute for you, how about it?"

Mo Feng's expression changed, he raised his eyes to look at him, and Qing Chen was also watching him, then he pulled his lips into a faint smile, raised his arm, and the wide sleeves slid down, revealing his white wrist and the white tube held in his hand. □ flute.

He pressed Xiao under his lips and blew slowly.

The melancholy sound of the flute is beautiful and melodious, the low rhythm is like a river flowing quietly in the middle of the night, quiet and easy-going, the sound of the flute is like the air of ice and snow, coming with the wind, dispelling the sweltering heat in the whole body.

Mo Feng looked at him as if he was insane.

Night lights dotted around, and the halo reflected on him. His body was in dark shadow on one side and bright light on the other.

Looking at his peaceful face, Mo Feng felt that he was not as beautiful as he should be in this world, so beautiful... He just wanted to let people ruthlessly trample him in the most gentle way.

The sound of the flute gradually became low, melodious, and finally sank.

Mo Feng couldn't help but got up and stepped forward, gently holding his hand, his eyes were full of soft light, and he whispered: "Qing Chen, it's late at night, let's go in."

In a word, the estrangement between the two of them disappeared.

Qing Chen looked at him and nodded slowly.

Mo Feng took his hand and led them into the room. There were already candles lit inside, Qing Chen stopped and stood inside to look at him: "It's late at night, the emperor goes back, rest early."

Who knew that Mo Feng stretched out his hand to gently pinch his chin, lowered his head to stare at him deeply, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's late at night, Qing Chen won't leave me here to rest?"

Qing Chen was forced to raise his head by him, so he could only look into his eyes. Hearing this, his eyelashes flickered for a while, and his lips trembled slightly: "Your Majesty..."

Mo Feng stared at his beautiful and delicate face, stared at his dark eyes as bright as stars, and those red lips that wept blood, as if possessed by a demon, he slowly lowered his head, and gently embraced his lips. lips.

As soft as imagined, the two pairs of warm lips pressed against each other lightly, Qing Chen seemed to be frozen, froze in place, forgetting to speak.

Mo Feng's soft kiss gradually became lingering, he gently clasped Qing Chen's waist, and kissed him deeply, as if he wanted to swallow him into his stomach.

The fiery kiss aroused the blood in his body to churn, burning his mind.

Qing Chen couldn't bear the wild kiss, put one hand on his chest, and moaned in resistance, but Mo Feng ignored it.

He picked up the fluffy beauty, strode into the room, and kicked the door shut.

Putting Qing Chen on the bed, before he could slow down, Mo Feng pulled off the belt on his body with one hand, and pressed on his body, covering him with fiery lips, followed by another intense kiss.

"Hmm... Your Majesty... No..." Qing Chen came back to his senses, put his hand on his chest, and stared at him with a dazed expression.

Mo Feng pressed against his ear, and said in a deep voice: "Qingchen, I like you, I like you at first sight, if you like it, don't resist me, let me love you well."

"I..." His expression flickered slightly, and there was a little uneasiness in his eyes.

Mo Feng gently blew into his ear, and Qing Chen could feel the hot breath sticking to his skin, penetrating into his skin, making him numb all over involuntarily.

No more words, Mo Feng's gentle hands with undeniable strength, gently unbuttoned his clothes, teasing. Picking. Picking up.

"Qingchen, accept me, I like you, accept me." He said softly, while using the techniques he knew in the room, teasing him as much as possible.

Qingchen panted lowly, a little unbearable to be teased by him, wave after wave of impatience surged up, he narrowed his blurred eyes, lightly clasped his neck with both hands, and said softly: "Mo Feng. "

The beauty stared at him with fascination, and only whispered his name, and Mo Feng seemed to be affirmed, and pressed on him ecstatically, sinking hard.

Qing Chen's body trembled slightly, and boundless pleasure swept up, eroding his reason.

Following Mo Feng's actions, he could not restrain himself from sinking into the abyss of lust.

In the dead of night, people quietly heard and murmured.

Candle shadows flicker to reflect the red waves.

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