mottled

Yu laughed out loud, pushed Pang Tong, and pushed people away: "Nonsense."

Although he doesn't like Pang Tong that much, Zhu Xiaolian also knows that the general is not an unrestrained son of an official, and today's many teasing is just to make him talk and have fun, unexpectedly there is such a delicate thought.

Zhu Xiaolian said to Pang Tong: "Aren't you afraid that someone who cares will see it and feel sour?"

The caring person naturally refers to Bao Zheng, and Pang Tong sighed regretfully in a bluff tone: "This jealousy is sour, after all, it has to be so serious in my heart. This general is really looking forward to it, but it's a pity..."

As Pang Tong spoke, he looked towards Bao Zheng, who was drinking his tea calmly, and didn't hear anything.

Originally, the words that Pang Tong used to tease Bao Zheng had other meanings in Zhu Xiaolian's ears.

After all, it must be because of the seriousness in his heart. Thinking of today, he asked that person how he sees himself different from others, and his appearance is probably ugly as a rascal.Zhu Xiaolian complained to himself a little embarrassedly, and muttered to himself, yes, I just think he takes it very seriously.

Nine out of ten things are unsatisfactory in the world, and one or two of the remaining ones are the result of suffering.

The night is full of spring, the adult is sitting on the chair with his hair half untied, the lower body of the man behind him is tightly pressed against his back, and his strong hands are kneading on the scholar's thin shoulders, inevitably entangled with a few strands of black hair. The drunken man's intention is not to drink, this time, the man is even more distracted.

"What are you thinking?" Pang Tong asked casually.

"The appearance of my eldest brother today is the same as when I just left the palace." Bao Zheng sighed softly, "It seems that half of the three souls and seven souls have been lost."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know..." Bao Zheng shook his head, "I'm ashamed to say that I don't know anything about relationships."

Pang Tong lowered his head and began to bite the scholar's neck. Bao Zheng felt itchy and shy, pushed his head away and said, "It's so itchy, don't."

The general's hand passed through his armpit, and pressed accurately on the two red spots on his chest through his clothes. His lower body rubbed against the scholar's back, making the scholar blush, but the general's rubbing of his ears and temples became more and more intense.

"Bao Zheng, what did my mother say to you today?" The heat from Pang Tong's mouth went straight into Bao Zheng's ears, and the scholar shrank his neck: "She thought his son couldn't be sold, so she quickly gave it to me."

The general hugged him with a smile: "You are lying, my mother must want you to take good care of me."

Bao Zheng didn't understand why he would say that, the general hugged the man and threw him on the bed, then he raised his hands: "You have to listen to your mother and 'take care' of me."

The scholar put his slender fingers on the general's nose: "I warn you, take another step forward, this is a sneak attack on the imperial court official, and I will definitely punish you."

"My lord, forgive me." Pang Tong confidently overwhelmed him, "Forgive me, you must commit a crime."

(fifteen)

After returning from Kaifeng mansion, Zhao Zhen didn't go out of the palace for some time. He couldn't figure it out on the one hand, and Xi Chuan's military is busy on the other hand, but he had a rare free time. He always called Shen Zhishu and asked Mr. Shen to replace him After studying ink, I traced it carefully on paper.

Shen Zhishu didn't know what happened between him and Mr. Zhu that day, but he knew that the character of the little emperor probably made the scholar uncomfortable again.

"Zhishu." Zhao Zhen brushed the end of the brush over his chin, and said to him in a daze, "Why are you talking about this person so embarrassing."

This is the second time they have talked about this person recently, Shen Zhishu smiled: "Young Master Liu said it was embarrassing, but the one who cried pitifully was his Young Master."

Zhao Zhen smiled suddenly: "Yes."

After a while, Zhao Zhen said again: "He looks pretty when he cries."

Shen Zhishu was amused by his words, he kept rubbing the ink in his hands, with his broad sleeves and fingers slender, Lord Shen said: "The emperor has changed a lot."

"Oh?" Zhao Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, Mr. Shen, who is handsome and gracious, looks pleasing to the eye. For some reason, he feels that he is not as pleasing to the eye as a commoner scholar in Kaifeng Mansion. He wants the scholar to grind it for him, smiling A little bit of shy friendship, but unfortunately never once, when they were in the palace, they didn't get along naturally.

"If Mr. Zhu said those words before, you would always be angry."

"I'm also very angry now." Zhao Zhen put down his pen, and he really felt a little angry in his heart. How could someone be so stubborn that he couldn't beat him, scold him, kiss him, or leave him alone? He was even more delicate than the emperor.

It is not suitable to paint when you are angry, and your emotions are easily reflected in the painting. The emperor wanted to paint beautiful women with kind eyebrows, so he put down his brush.

"Why are you angry?"

"He asked me how I thought of him differently from others, and asked me how it would have been if I had met Gongsun Ce in the Shen Mansion."

"How does the emperor answer?"

"I can't answer it." Zhao Zhen glanced at Shen Zhishu, "How can I answer such absurd questions? Does he think I'm a hooligan who just wants to look at someone casually?"

"Young Master Zhu, the Emperor has you in his heart." Shen Zhishu felt inexplicably in a good mood. Sometimes watching the sixth son's love affair really made people anxious, but he was seduced in an orderly manner, and he also hoped that it would start well and end well.

"That's right." Zhao Zhen wasn't overly happy or confused, but said indifferently, "He's unpredictable, and I'm afraid I'll make him sad again when we meet again."

Shen Zhishu smiled without saying a word.

When Mr. Shen was five years old, he entered the palace as the emperor's accompanying student. The sixth prince was two years younger than him, with delicate features and cute features. He stuck to Shen Zhishu and called him brother.It's a pity that the sons and daughters in the palace matured too early, and as they got older, they no longer walked hand in hand, and greeted each other, as unfamiliar as a trickling river.After the Empress Dowager passed away, the Emperor began to eat fast and recite the Buddha's name. Shen Zhishu knew that he had something on his mind, so he was only willing to talk to the Bodhisattva.

At that time, Zhao Zhen was gentle and ruthless.

Now some things are different, Shen Zhishu can feel it, the emperor called him Zhishu, and began to patiently feel sorry for a person, and would occasionally complain to him about that person's stubbornness.

Shen Zhishu felt comfortable in his heart.

In the picture of beauties hanging in the study, the sixth son on the brows is full of the gentleness of the autumn sun, his eyes are smiling, and his beauty is intoxicating.

The first time we met was around early winter, and Shen Zhishu felt that the scholar had drawn Zhao Zhen's true appearance.

16 ~ 18

(sixteen)

Pei Donglai felt that Li Mu was acting weird recently.

When the two of them were alone, Pei Donglai never twitched about the bed, but just extinguished the candle with a coin. Under the faint moonlight, his bright and clean body was as soft as the moon.

Li Mu supported Dong Lai's slender waist, he was unbelievably thin, and he didn't look like a martial arts practitioner, probably because of his poor health.The general stroked his waist carefully, rubbing against Dong Lai's body swinging up and down on him.

Pei Donglai's voice paused, and the end of his panting was soft. His white hair hung on his shoulders, the same color as his skin. Li Mu turned his head and closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look at it. It was a bit beautiful. He was afraid that he would do something strange. things.

The slightly cold fingertips touched the skin of the neck, and when Li Mu opened his eyes, Pei Donglai grabbed his neck.

"If you don't want to do it, don't do it." After Pei Donglai said this coldly, he raised his lower body, both of them gasped for a long time because of his actions, and Li Mu wrapped his arms around the person in his arms to prevent him from leaving.

"Let go, or I'll chop you up."

Pei Donglai's ax was on the bedside, and he was always ready to wipe the enemy's neck.

Li Mu turned over and pressed the person under him, pulled the quilt to cover Pei Donglai, looked at each other face to face, but didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"Speak." Sir Shaoqing's tone was faintly angry.

Li Mu wanted to tell him what he saw in Zhu Xiaolian's room that day, but he couldn't.

"Dong Lai..." Li Mu could only murmur the names of the people under him.

Pei Donglai frowned, bent his knees and gave Li Mu a slap in the stomach, taking advantage of the general's pain and fell down, wrapped him in the quilt as well.

"Don't mother-in-law, go to bed when you have nothing to do."

Li Mu blinked his eyes and said, "Dong Lai, I'm still stubborn."

Pei Donglai pinched his little brother fiercely, Li Mu was in a cold sweat, and the little brother went limp after a while, Master Shaoqing snorted coldly, and turned his back to the wall.

Li Mu was aggrieved, but he didn't force it anymore, he stretched out his arms and hugged the person with a lower body temperature into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe it was because he was preoccupied last night, Li Mu woke up earlier than Pei Donglai, always felt something dark in front of him, rubbed his eyes hard, and saw the frosty swordsman standing by the bed.

Li Mu was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"I'm here to wake Dong Lai up, I'm going to be late." The cold-blooded eyes stared straight at the two entangled people on the bed, without any hesitation.

Li Mu felt that he was about to be silenced by Pei Donglai.

On the way from Kaifeng Mansion to Dali Temple, Pei Donglai kept throwing knives at Leng Xue, the little catcher was invulnerable, and he didn't even bring back his head.

"You've learned a lot." Pei Donglai snorted coldly, and said coldly, "You didn't lock the door."

"So what if it's locked, so what if it's not locked, it's nothing shameful." Pei Donglai didn't take it seriously, besides, it was a matter between him and Li Mu, he never planned to hide it, and he would never be ashamed of it.

Leng Xue looked away, and after a while, he asked, "Does it hurt, Dong Lai?"

Pei Donglai almost choked to death from his own breath.

"Don't ask."

"I just wanted to..."

"Don't think about it."

"Um……"

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When Pang Tong came back from the Kaifeng mansion, he was really refreshed and refreshed. He slowly walked to his room with his hands behind his back, humming a Yangzhou tune, and he didn't know who he heard it from.

The general's eyes were sharp, and he saw the man in the small courtyard who was lost in thought.