I'm still so majestic

Yan Ji lowered his head, and the culprit was lying there, his ears twitching.

He smiled helplessly, but was very curious about Er Gouzi's obsession with this book, so he reached out to open it, and at first sight saw three words written in a steady hand on the title page, Xie Wenqing.

Wen Qing is Xie Wenzhuo's nickname.

Things that can be inscribed have always been the privacy of the host family. Yanji hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to continue. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't restrain the little desire in his heart. He turned back and saw a picture of a river embankment. Slowly spread out in front of the eyes, exactly the same as the one hanging on the cloud pattern wall in the inner hall.

The light ink is elegant, but it matches Xie Wenzhuo's gentlemanly appearance.

Yan Ji continued to look, and the pictures behind were also outlined in light ink, from the white bridge in the capital to the peach blossoms in Nanzhou, and there are many magnificent scenery in many places, one stroke by one stroke, depicting Xie Wenzhuo's wandering around all these years way.

Under the peaceful brushwork, there is a gentle heart hidden.

Yanji tapped the paper a few times with her fingertips, and turned many pages. The ink was gradually covered with new ink, and the ink outlines became plum blossoms on the stone steps of Xuanjing Palace, falling on the bluestone road. We reached the last page.

Yan Ji opened the book, on the left and right sides of the book, a string of Buddhist beads was drawn on the left, and on the right...

At the moment when he saw clearly, Yan Ji almost thought that he had seen too much and had hallucinations.

Who can tell me what happened to the above two people who embraced and kissed each other, their clothes would not fall off, and their hands were still on each other's bodies, and they were not allowed to touch the place where they were written during the harmony period?

This style of painting is simply eye-catching.

Yan Ji thought so, but his eyes still involuntarily took a few glances at the picture, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the style of the painting was very familiar. After staring for a moment, he turned and went back to the inner hall to review the two books brought by Xie Wenzhuo. Open the Longyang rolls and put them together.

The pen strokes at the point where the pen is written are all exactly the same.

Yanji: "..."

I am not afraid that hooligans are educated, but I am afraid that hooligans can draw.

But this is not the point.

Yan Ji suddenly remembered Xie Wenzhuo's smile when he was holding a stack of Longyang scrolls to choose for him, and the light in his eyes when he found out that he had chosen that book.

This clearly calculated his reaction.

Realizing this, Yan Ji narrowed his eyes, his thoughts suddenly started, and he couldn't help recalling the things he experienced before and after the appearance of the Longyang Juan. When everything was sorted out, Yan Ji lowered his head, and the corners of his lips gradually pulled Make an inexplicable smile.

Er Gouzi was lying on the side, his eyes peeked out from the gaps in his paws, and he took a peek at Yan Ji, and then shrank back very timidly.

At night, Xie Wenzhuo went back to the palace city, and when he entered the inner hall, he saw Yan Ji sitting behind the table and looked up. The dim yellow lights in the hall were like crushed gold powder, falling on his face in fine pieces. His brows and eyes were dyed with a faint light.

Normally, Yanji would have bathed and got on the couch at this time, and would not be sitting here.

Xie Wenzhuo walked forward slowly, and when he got closer, he saw the books and Longyang scrolls spread out on the table, his eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "Your Majesty is still asleep?"

"Wait for you." Yan Ji lowered his head, and gently stroked Longyang's face with his fingers, and finally stopped on the face of the person who was half or half the same as himself and Xie Wenzhuo: "By the way, I want to ask... What's this?"

Xie Wenzhuo's face was calm, his eyes became darker in the dim light, he just looked at Yanji like this, after a long time, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly.

The laughter was slightly hoarse, sweeping across Yan Ji's heart like a feather, Yan Ji lowered his eyes, and at the same time as he felt a slight itch, he heard Xie Wenzhuo open his mouth in the deep voice he was used to liking : "...Your Majesty, the breathing of a person who is asleep is different from that of a person who is not asleep."

In other words, Xie Wenzhuo always knew that he was pretending to be asleep, but he still pretended not to know and kissed him secretly at night.

Yan Ji was taken aback for a moment, suddenly felt that this matter might be more complicated than he imagined, and subconsciously said: "Then why are you..."

Then I saw Xie Wenzhuo raised his head, fixedly looked at it with a pair of eyes with a sliver of light, the corners of his eyes carried a faint hint of cunning, and asked: "Your Majesty... what did you think about that night, and then did you do it again?" what?"

I thought about how to flirt with you that night, and then let it take its course and started flirting with you.

and many more……

A bit of astonishment appeared on Yan Ji's face, and he looked towards Xie Wenzhuo, who stood there with warm eyebrows, and nodded calmly when he saw Yan Ji's gaze.

Yanji: "..."

Yan Ji suddenly understood everything.

In fact, this is a story of hooking up and being hooked up.

Xie Wenzhuo first used the name of the emperor's teacher to infiltrate him tenderly during the day, and came to tease him with masculinity after taking a bath at night. This made the charm in his heart more and more profound, and when it accumulated to a critical point, when Yanji was half awake and half asleep, he secretly put a kiss on his lips.

This kiss means the beginning of a romantic affair.

Yan Ji began to compete with Xie Wenzhuo because of his whims and flirtations, and then naturally he would not refuse the latter's deeper teaching by example. Under the mutual flirting, Fengyue's mind gradually started a prairie fire. It appeared at this time.

As a result, the teasing became even more joyful, and many emotions were precipitated in the ambiguity, and then slowly floated up in the light kisses with cherished meaning every night, fell on the heart, reflected in the eyes, and finally transformed into a unique gentle shadow.

It has been out of control ever since.

Lure him into the game with tenderness.

With a kiss as a foreshadowing.

Deeply lingering with erotic rolls.

Make your mark with a firework.

Interlocking and thoughtful.

Create a romantic situation.

Such Xie Wenzhuo is really...

Too dog.

Yan Ji looked up at Xie Wenzhuo, who was standing in front of him with a slight smile, the calmness in his eyes made Yan Ji understand that the matter was not different from what he had just thought.

So he couldn't help but sigh: "Teacher, you are really..."

The words after that slowly faded in Xie Wenzhuo's eyes.

He raised his head slightly, and Xie Wenzhuo stood in front of him, his eyes were astonishingly bright, and he spoke softly.

"I have indeed done a lot of things, such as the teaching, the kiss, and the Longyang scroll. These are not fake, but the joy hidden behind them and everything involved, bit by bit, are all underneath. The sincerity of the minister."

"Also...Your Majesty, the only thing I can rely on is that this situation of love and moon can come to fruition..."

Xie Wenzhuo lowered his head and met Shang Yanji's eyes: "That means, His Majesty has affection for the subject in his heart."

Yan Ji knew better than anyone that what he said was true.

This can be regarded as a transgression. Because it was Xie Wenzhuo, Yanji Bujin didn't feel offended, and chose to flirt with him after being surprised, but if it was someone else, would the choice be the same?

will not.

There will be no affection, there will be no lingering, and there will be only a corpse outside the Xuanjing Palace.

Different.

Tenderness and nostalgia can be seen in the eyes.

Heartbeat can't fool anyone.

Yan Ji still remembers that night, Xie Wenzhuo led him through the capital with a lantern, set off Kongming lanterns in the wilderness, walked around the alley with snacks in his arms, and finally set off fireworks on the side of the moat, standing in the light spot and looking at him His eyes were like stars shining.

He lowered his head, looked at the red string under the crimson Buddhist beads on his wrist, and smiled silently.

Forget it, if you plant it, you will plant it.

Yan Ji raised her head, and the moles at the corners of her eyes became more and more distinct against the bright eyes.

Sensing the change in his expression, Xie Wenzhuo's face became even more gentle, he looked into his eyes carefully, and almost paused his words: "Your Majesty, may you marry me and spend the rest of your life together, Unswerving until death?"

Yan Ji looked at his own image reflected in his eyes, and smiled, "Is it true that you will never change until death?"

Xie Wenzhuo said nothing, the tenderness in his eyes was so full that it was about to overflow.

Yan Ji laughed, stared at him for a moment, and put his hand slowly but firmly on his palm: "Then it's settled, I will remember it, Taifu must not forget it."

As soon as the words fell, he saw the eyes of the person in front of him instantly ignite, scalding Yan Ji's body, making him want to look away unconsciously.

Such an idea had just appeared, and before he could put it into action, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his back lips burned, and his breath was plundered with a strong posture while the temperature invaded.

The kiss came suddenly, falling like a storm, Yan Ji had never experienced such a thing, the tips of his ears were burning hot, but he still tried to respond to Xie Wenzhuo.

The candlelight on the desk swayed slightly, the surroundings were quiet, and the night breeze was blowing slowly. The kiss on the lips slowly slowed down, slowly grinding, with the meaning of cherishing and tenderness. After the kiss was over, Xie Wenzhuo got up slightly :"His Majesty."

The voice is hoarse, no matter how it sounds, it can be seductive.

She was single for a few lifetimes before, but suddenly after getting out of singles, Yan Ji couldn't help but blush, thoughts of mutual flirting had long been forgotten, and she didn't know how to face him.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled softly, and held his hand tightly. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Ji just felt at ease.

The two held hands and leaned against each other. After a long time, they felt their heartbeat slow down.

Yan Ji looked at the appearance of him and Xie Wenzhuo now, couldn't help but blushed, rubbed his nose and opened some distance, turned and sat down.

The smile in Xie Wenzhuo's eyes was still on, he took the teacup and filled it to Yan Ji's palm, Yan Ji took it and lowered his head to take a sip, feeling that the development of this matter was actually quite unimaginable.

It's satisfying to think about it, but Xie Wenzhuo's scheming is really hard to describe, and he can't be teased no matter what.

Yanji still felt a little regretful that he couldn't tease this point, and couldn't help but look up at Xie Wenzhuo. When his eyes met the calm smile between the latter's brows and eyes, he suddenly paused, and hesitantly opened his mouth: "Speaking of it, two After Gouzi entered the side hall, he didn't touch anything else, but took this book in his mouth, and put it in the inner hall on purpose, so it is so easy for me to find out, all this can't be..."

As he said that, he saw that the corners of Xie Wenzhuo's mouth became more curved.

Yanji: "..."

Yan Ji turned her head stiffly, glanced at the erotic scrolls on the table, and then slowly covered her eyes with her hands.

——I can't believe it, the rest of my life was actually deceived by someone with such a little pornographic book.

——It's black history!