a priest friend of mine

Early the next morning, when Qingchen woke up, the familiar figure was no longer around him, he propped himself up and wanted to sit up, but because of the soreness from his lower body, he gasped slightly.

Sitting up with difficulty and slowly, he raised his eyes to scan the mess in the room, as if he just remembered the madness of last night, a faint blush suddenly appeared on his clean and beautiful face.

On the ground were his clothes that were torn by Mo Feng last night. Without clothes to wrap his body, Qing Chen couldn't get out of bed and walk.

At this moment, he saw an imperial-colored robe thrown on the ground beside the bed.

Pursing his lips, he bent down and reached out to pick up the robe. At this moment, he could only put on the robe first, and then get out of bed to get the clothes.

Just as he was fastening his clothes and slowly getting out of bed and walking towards the closet with physical discomfort, suddenly the door of the room was knocked lightly twice, and then someone slowly pushed the door open from the outside.

Qing Chen looked back.

"My lord..." The person who came was a member of Weiyang Palace. When he first entered the door, he was stunned in place. In the large and gorgeous room, there were torn clothes scattered on the floor, and a beautiful and beautiful man landed barefoot. , who is wearing the clothes of the emperor!

Even though he knew that the emperor doted on and indulged this son in every possible way, the visual impact at this moment was definitely extraordinary.

The palace people not only have never seen a man who can live in this Weiyang Palace, but also have never seen a man who can walk around in the emperor's clothes at will!

Seeing someone coming in, Qing Chen quickly pulled up the clothes on his body, stood on the spot and looked at him indifferently, and asked in a clear voice, "What's the matter?"

It wasn't until Qing Chen made a sound that the palace personnel came back to their senses, and after slowing down, they said: "When the emperor left, he told the servants to tell the young master after the young master woke up, saying that the emperor has gone to court in the morning, and he will return to court after the next court." Come here, let the son rest well."

After the palace man finished speaking slowly, warmth gradually appeared in Qing Chen's cold eyes, he nodded, and said slowly: "I see, you go down."

"Yes, my lord is good to rest." Just looking at the appearance of the room, the palace man knew what had happened, he didn't say anything else, and after a reply, he stepped back and left the room, closing the door gently.

After the palace servants left, Qingchen lowered his eyes lightly, and with his fair and slender fingers, he tightened his robe...

When Mo Feng rushed over after leaving the court, Qing Chen had already changed his clothes, and the room was cleaned spotlessly by the palace servants. He was a little bit cruel by Mo Feng last night, and it was very inconvenient to walk, so he stayed at ease. Rest in the room.

Mo Feng entered Weiyang Palace, came to Qing Chen's bedroom, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, then pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes quickly searched for Qing Chen's figure, and just happened to collide with his gaze. In the firelight caused by the collision of eyes, Qing Chen blinked slowly, and then turned his gaze away.

"Qingchen." Mo Feng's heart was full of joy, he went to sit down beside Qingchen, then gently hugged half of his body, and whispered in his ear: "You...do you feel uncomfortable?"

Hearing his words, Qing Chen looked a little unnatural, and shook his head lightly: "...No."

Mo Feng hugged him lightly, with an unprecedented gentle strength, as if he was afraid that if he got a little heavier, he would crush the person in his arms.

"Qingchen, are you... willing to accept me?" The extremely gentle words sounded in his ears, making Qingchen look a little dazed.

Mo Feng is a good emperor, under his rule, Lin Ji has become a scene of prosperity.

Mo Feng is also a good man, he is gentle and considers him in everything, his affection is evident.

Although the sex last night made him very uncomfortable today, the unforgettable feeling is still clearly imprinted in his mind.

He saw and remembered Mo Feng's kindness to him.

in case……

Maybe, maybe he could try to take him slowly.

Thinking of this, Qing Chen slightly pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said: "You... tonight... come here too."

He spoke very slowly, and when he finished speaking, his beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of red veil.

Hearing his subtext, Mo Feng was overjoyed, and now he didn't care about any tenderness, so he hugged him tightly in his arms, and the two bodies were tightly pressed together. Mo Feng hugged the slender person in his arms, and the excitement in his heart Unspeakable: "Qing Chen, you really agreed?"

Caught off guard by his hug so hard, Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

The next second, he was picked up horizontally by Mo Feng, and strode towards the bed.

Qingchen stayed in his arms, tightened his clothes with his fingers, and his eyes were slightly startled: "... Your Majesty."

Mo Feng walked to the bed, gently placed him on the bed, leaned over and kissed his lips: "Call me by name."

In the depths of love, even the title has changed.

Qing Chen's beautiful eyes widened, and she stared at him for a long time before saying in a trembling voice: "... Mo Feng."

The extremely common name, when he said it, Mo Feng found it particularly pleasant. With a smile on his lips, he bit his lip lightly, and said, "Call me Chongguang."

Qingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and even his cold voice became unsteady: "...Chongguang..."

Mo Feng raised his lips and smiled lightly, lowered his body, and covered his hot lips...

.........

The sweltering weather has not slowed down at all. Day after day, until the end of summer, there is a faint feeling of cooling down, and the temperature is gradually dropping. At any rate, you are not afraid of being scorched when you go out.

Ever since Mo Feng stayed in Weiyang Palace every night, the palace servants inside have recently increased their salaries frequently, and seeing that the relationship between Mo Feng and Qing Chen is getting better and better, everyone doesn't say anything, but they understand it in their hearts.

When Mo Yi heard the sound and came here, he saw the person in the water pavilion, with snow-white hair and azure body, sitting leisurely, with a cool demeanor and a perfect appearance. At first glance, he felt as if he had entered a fairyland unintentionally.

A person as delicate and clear as a banishing fairy looked at him coldly.

It seems... nothing can break his indifference.

After a moment of trance, Mo Yi suddenly came back to his senses, frowned, strode forward with his legs wide open, stood beside him, looked at him wantonly for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "I heard that the emperor brought back a half month ago. The beauty, stunningly beautiful, cold and dusty, made him stay here day and night, and he couldn't think of leaving, seeing him today..."

Qing Chen glanced at him indifferently, then withdrew his gaze, remained motionless, and cast his gaze to the light blue lake in front of him with a calm expression.

Seeing his appearance, Mo Yi sneered, then leaned forward, pinched his delicate chin, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You really are a vixen."

Being treated with such a frivolous gesture, Qingchen felt a little embarrassed, he turned his head slightly, and turned to look at him: "Who are you?"

Mo Yi sneered, and did not answer him, but said to himself: "I heard that not long ago, the emperor was willing to give away ice cubes that had been hidden for a long time for you. This king begged him for a long time, but he still didn't get it... ..."

Qing Chen came back to his senses, softly surprised: "Prince Yu?"

Mo Yi is middle-aged, but still young. His appearance is somewhat similar to Mo Feng's, but his sharp eagle eyes often make the palace people terrified.

He squinted his eyes to look at him, and said coldly: "You know, you let the emperor stay here all night, this is disturbing the harem!"

Hearing this, Qing Chen's eyes froze for a moment, then he slowly looked away, drooping his eyes without saying a word.

His calmness was like water, but it made Mo Yi very angry. He shook his sleeves and said, "The monster that will bring disaster to the country!"

As soon as the words fell, he shook his sleeves angrily and left.

Looking at his leaving back, Qing Chen's eyes showed a hint of worry.

.........

At night, when Mo Feng came to Weiyang Palace, Qing Chen had already bathed and changed, and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed to rest.

After closing the door, he walked lightly to the bed, stared deeply at the person on the bed, and said softly: "Qingchen, why didn't you wait for me to come."

After saying that, he began to take off his clothes.

In the quiet air, only Qing Chen said slowly: "... Your Majesty, go rest somewhere else tonight."

The movement of taking off the belt froze, and Mo Feng looked at him in astonishment: "Qing Chen, what did you say?"

Qing Chen closed his eyes lightly, did not look at him, and only said softly: "There are many concubines in the harem."

Prince Yu was right, he shouldn't monopolize his favor, thinking of the countless concubines in the harem, and thinking of the woman who played the piano that day, a faint strange emotion surged in his heart.

Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, then he frowned and said in a deep voice: "I heard that the emperor's uncle came here today, did he tell you something?"

Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes, and stared at him coldly: "Your Majesty..."

Seeing him hesitant to speak, Mo Feng already understood the general idea in his heart. He leaned forward, put his hands on his side, leaned down through the quilt, and looked down at Qingchen's cold face. Said: "What did the emperor say to you?"

The warm breath sprayed on the side of the face, Qing Chen shook his head and remained silent.

"Uncle Emperor...what did you say to you?" He asked again, this time, he lifted a corner of the quilt, put his hand inside, and groped his body.

A numb feeling came from below, Qing Chen's body trembled slightly, he bit his lip and turned away his face.

"It's okay if you don't say anything." Mo Feng smiled lightly, lowered his head and kissed his cheek, and slowly whispered softly beside his ear: "Brothers died one by one seeking power. The first emperor passed away, and I am the only one left to choose Standing up the girders and guarding the country, the emperor and the queen mother are only relatives like me, so naturally they care a lot about me, if you say something that makes you unhappy, you must not take it to heart."

A gentle voice sounded in his ears, low and sweet, Qingchen's nerves that had been tense for a day relaxed a little, he pursed his lips and shook his head, then hesitantly said: "I... am I really a demon that will bring disaster to the country..."

During the day, what Mo Yi said, how could he not take it seriously? He was worried, worried that he was really like what he said. He lived in a Taoist temple for the first half of his life. things, little is known.

Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said in a low voice, "Uncle Huang is so careless about his words and deeds? He..."

Qing Chen stretched out his hand to gently cover his lips to prevent him from saying any outrageous words, instead, he gently stroked his face with his hand, and said softly, "It's okay, my lord, I'm just worried about you."

Mo Feng held his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, full of love and affection: "I am pleased with you, and I want to give you the best. Since Uncle Huang said so, I also reminded me by the way that some Things really need to be implemented.”

implement?

There was a faint doubt in Qing Chen's eyes, and before he had time to think about it, Mo Feng's hand that reached into the quilt suddenly became dishonest.

"Hmm... wait..." With a low voice, he stretched out his hand and pushed on his shoulder.

Mo Feng lowered his head and kissed him, imprinting dense kisses on his face, panting quickly: "I can't wait."

With a beauty in his arms, how could he bear this situation.

With a light wave of his arm, the quilt on the bed flipped up and fell to the ground, and Qingchen's thin coat also turned into broken strips of cloth under his palm, flying all over the sky.

"Ah..." exclaimed, Qing Chen soon met him frankly.

Mo Feng kissed him eagerly, and his fingers were gentle but firm enough to tease him, which quickly defeated Qing Chen.

After carefully and patiently stretching, Mo Feng held his slender waist with both hands, and stood up hard without hesitation...