Act like a spoiled child

It was a look of complete trust, flattery and invitation, Ming Shen tilted his head, his eyes were slightly drunk, as if his own breath was burning hot, it burned the corners of his usually clear eyes red, and the light red flowed down his cheeks. The eyelashes are evenly opened, becoming a hook, hooking on people's hearts impartially.

Yumin's breathing stagnated a little, and his rationality told him that the little drunk in front of him probably didn't know what he was talking about, which made him finally remember that this was in the foreign minister's mansion, and he just kept his head down. Ming Shen's lips and tongue kissed deeply and heavily, forcing Ming Shen to be out of breath.Mingshen whimpered like a little milk cat, kept hiding under him, resisted in a small way, pushed his shoulder with his hand; after a while, he completely lost his strength, and hugged him obediently. On his shoulder, Ren Yumin bit and licked his red lips and delicate neck.

The hand stretched out again, along his sleeve, clasped his wrist, and stroked his round and dexterous shoulder along the gap between the two of them, as if looking for something, but didn't know what to look for. What.In just two years, that handsome little companion at the time has taken on the appearance of a young man, with a masculine charm between ignorance and maturity, like a willow branch, forming a silhouette of prudence, gentleness and elegance.

Finally, Yumin was willing to let go of his lips and tongue, but as if she couldn't hug him enough, she pressed Mingshen, as if she wanted to squeeze him into her arms.Mingshen didn't pick anything, even though Yumin's embrace was as tight as three thick quilts, but he felt warm and fell asleep obediently.

Mingshen wakes up the next morning, and the first thing he finds is that Yumin has already woken up, and there is no one else in the room except him.

He slipped out of bed to get dressed and washed, looked at himself in the mirror, but was taken aback for a moment - there were two or three dark red marks on his neck, like sliced ​​jujube slices, brightly red Lie in a small piece.

Mingshen immediately knew about the experience of visiting brothels for many years—it was probably not because of being kissed.

His mind went blank for a moment.

He still had a vague impression of what happened last night. He vaguely knew that Yumin came to pick him up later, but he didn't know why he didn't go back to the palace, but lived in Wuyun Yazheng's house.

Is this from Yumin?

He was in a daze for a while, dawdlingly washed his hands and face, then pulled his collar again and again, wrapped himself in a thick cloak, and poked his head out to look out.

As soon as he probed out, he was spotted by the people in the courtyard.

Yumin waved at him: "Ah Shen, come here. It's time to go back, and accompany me to have breakfast in the palace."

Mingshen scratched his head and said, "Oh."

Wu Yun Yazheng and Bu Yu were both sitting on the other side, and they seemed to be talking happily in the courtyard.It's just that Mingshen thought about the red mark on his neck, so he couldn't help but feel shy, and felt that the atmosphere of the people around him was a bit subtle.

It's actually kind of subtle.

He asked Cheng Yiduo: "Grandpa Cheng, why did Brother Min come last night? I was drunk, so I don't seem to remember clearly."

Cheng Yiduo looked at him with a smile: "I came to pick you up, but it was too late, so I rested at Lord Wu Yun's side."

Ming Shen lowered his voice: "I, I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?"

Cheng Yiduo coughed a few times: "It's nothing, it's just that you criticized His Majesty, and His Majesty accepted it humbly. What kind of bad temper, being fierce to people, not changing clothes frequently..."

Ming Shen's expression gradually became frightened.The ceremonial officer on the other side didn't know when he appeared, and praised enthusiastically: "This is the spirit of contemporary speech officials! Dare to speak up and be willing to give advice, Lord Ming, you have completed a mission that has never been done before or since. Weiye, frankly speaking of His Majesty's mistakes with an irrefutable force, it is a matter of course for you to enter the Yushitai, if you are not allowed to enter the Yushitai, it is simply unreasonable. May I ask, besides you, who else has the means to make Your Majesty You have been trained so silently that you dare not chop your head off in the end? While His Majesty is not paying attention, let me put it harshly, even if Your Majesty is going to become a tyrant, as long as you are around, it will never be possible! It can be seen that you have saved us from fire and water, and we hard-working officials who have been exploited have finally seen a little hope..."

"I heard it." Yumin said aside. "Don't think that I dare not touch you because you are the priest-master of the Sheji Altar hand-picked by the Queen Mother before leaving Beijing. I told you to find Fenghuang, and you found me a chicken with a round pier."

There was no one else in the courtyard.He had just chatted with Wuyun Yazheng for a while, and when it was almost time to meet Mao, both Wuyun Yazheng and Bu Yu retired first to prepare for the court meeting this morning.

The ceremonial officer immediately stood at attention, and said solemnly: "Why? Your Majesty, I have been psychic since I was a child, and I can talk to the gods. I guarantee with my salary that the phoenix in my dream was indeed in the shape of a ball. It also told me that it is the first phoenix in heaven and earth to learn Nirvana, and no one dares to care about it in heaven and earth. It's not deceiving. I will present what I see and hear before your eyes..."

"Okay." Yumin is well versed in this person's flattery routines, she pulls Mingshen over, checks the temperature of his hands, and finds that it's a bit cold, so she asks him to sit down and warm himself by the fire.

The carriage that took them back to the palace had already stopped outside Wuyun's mansion, Ming Shen put his hands beside the charcoal basin, a little nervous: "Are you going to court today? We'd better go back to the palace earlier."

Yumin said: "No hurry, you can eat something to fill your belly."

There are also a variety of pastries on the table, as well as the hangover and stomach soup made from old hen soup.Mingshen gets drunk quickly, and the alcohol wears off quickly. After the hangover, apart from burning pain in some places on his body, as if his skin has been scratched somewhere, he has no other discomfort.

The old hen soup was fresh and fragrant, and Mingshen was so hungry that he drank two bowls in a row, and ate a piece of hot pine yellow cake, and a few chopsticks of sweet and refreshing orange jade raw.Yumin watched from the side, and suddenly smiled: "Eat less, you will have dinner with me later."

Ming Shen quickly put down his chopsticks.

Yumin still looked at him, seemed a little confused, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, you can eat."

Ming Shen rubbed his hands, a little embarrassed: "I'm already a little full, I'd better stop eating."

After eating such a pile of things, Mingshen wrapped himself up thickly, and at this moment, some thin sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

"I don't see you dressed so tightly in the palace. Don't cover it, Shen." Yumin was afraid that he would get a cold, so he reached out to untie the thick antler cape around his neck, but Mingshen blocked it with a swish. up.

Ming Shen: "?"

Yumin: "?"

Mingshen tugged at his neckline, and immediately reacted, faltering and saying: "I, I, I... I'm not hot, Brother Min, you know, Weichen has been weak since childhood, and is very afraid of the cold."

Yumin stared at him for a while.

Mingshen braced himself, pretending to look at him calmly, after a while, Yumin suddenly stood up, picked him up without any explanation, pulled off his collar to help him drag the cloak, and caressed along his neck. Going to Mingshen's hair, he reprimanded in a low voice: "If you cover it again, you'll be soaked in sweat, and there's no one else here, you didn't hear what I said, did you? Why are you so fond of nonsense?"

Mingshen hurriedly covered his neck, but his hand was also taken away by Yumin.

Yumin picked up the hot handkerchief beside the table, neatly twisted it a few times, and wiped it along Mingshen's nape.It was still in the same posture of holding Mingshen in his arms, holding him with one hand to prevent him from running, and the other hand was more rough——Yumin pulled Mingshen so aggressively, and at one time he felt that Mingshen Shen is very squeamish, and it is still a fascination that Ming Shen has not been raised by him to be a slovenly guy.

Priest and Cheng Yiduo ran so far away that no one dared to stay in the courtyard, only the two of them were left.

In the end, Mingshen was carried by him obediently to wipe off the slightly moist sweat on his back, even his head and face, and when he wiped his neck, Yumin also noticed the red mark on his neck, and his expression became subtle .

Mingshen quickly closed the collar, muttered: "That's it, no need, Brother Min."

Yumin threw the towel aside, untied his cloak and put it on for him.The collar of his clothes is higher than Mingshen's, just wrapping Mingshen's whole body.

Yumin said softly: "It's good to change mine, good boy."

Mingshen was still uncomfortable, and complained in a low voice: "I'm going to report to Yushitai in a few days, if it doesn't disappear, others will know."

Yumin patted his head, and led him towards the car: "I don't know, it's winter now, Shen."

The two got into the carriage.

Mingshen still felt embarrassed, and didn't have the guts to ask Yumin what happened last night—according to his understanding, such things as leaving marks on his neck were the behavior of prodigal sons, and it was very dishonest.

But Yumin has always been the benchmark of decency, and he has no way of knowing whether it was Yumin who messed up yesterday, or himself.Mingshen knows what kind of virtue he has when he is drunk.

He sat there thinking for a long time, Yumin stared at him with serious eyes: "What do you want to ask?"

Mingshen matched his fingers, summoned up his courage and asked, "This... on my neck... Brother Min..."

Yumin's ears were also a little red, but she still said calmly: "I did it well, Shen, this is the second step in the emperor's rules."

Mingshen: "Huh?"

Yumin looked at him solemnly: "I've been working on making Lu characters for a while, right? I have already checked the results, and I think you did a good job, Shen, this last night...is the second step. In fact, I I told you, but you were drunk, so you didn't seem to remember."

Mingshen was infected by his serious expression, and couldn't help sitting upright, and asked stutteringly: "Oh, so that's the case, but, specifically, how do we do it?"

"I'm not very clear about the specifics. The ancient law left by our ancestors is incomplete, the way of husband and wife, intimacy, we can first..." Yumin paused, and finally chose a word, "Explore. "

"Oh, groping." Ming Shen nodded.

The atmosphere in the carriage became delicate again, Mingshen lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Yumin, and Yumin did not look at him either, each staring at his own toes.

"Then I..."

"Then I..."

The two suddenly spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.

Yumin signaled Mingshen to speak first.

Mingshen asked in a low voice: "I want to too, do you want to try?"

Yu Min calmly replied, "Yes, Shen."

Ming Shen moved a little towards him, and informed him: "Then I, I will drive, start?"

He looked at Yumin carefully, from head to toe, as if hesitating where to start.Yumin loosened his collar calmly, and saw Mingshen swallowing nervously and licking his lips.

He was the first to be unable to hold back, and laughed: "What are you doing licking your lips? I don't eat it."

Mingshen's mental preparations for himself went away in the midst of his smile, he jumped forward a little unconvinced, and took a bite of Yumin's neck, after taking a bite, he didn't know what to do next.

"Do you want to... lick it?" He asked carefully.

Yumin's voice came from the top of his head, and seemed a little nervous for no reason: "Maybe."

Ming Shen stuck out the tip of his tongue, and carefully licked the faint teeth marks.

He felt Yumin tremble, and stopped immediately, but Yumin stretched out his hand silently, clasped his back, and took him into his arms.

I don't know why, it was just such a movement that made Mingshen panic a lot all of a sudden, so he could only try his best to create hickeys in a disorganized manner, and the sound of tucking water while sucking could be heard in his ears, which seemed extraordinarily messy. On Yumin's shoulder and neck, he moved slightly and was pressed down again, and finally accidentally knocked Yumin's Adam's apple. After a long time of trouble, he didn't figure out where he was kissing, but Yumin's breathing became heavy. , suddenly pushed him aside.

Yumin whispered, "Stupid."

Mingshen pursed his mouth, the next moment, he felt a gust of cool wind blowing, his clothes were loosened by Yumin, two hot lips pressed against his heart, licking, sucking, biting.Ming Shen was clasped by his wrists.Unable to move, at that moment he felt that he could not breathe - Yumin's lips and tongue seemed to be directly attached to his heart, hanging every inch of his breath, connecting his limbs and bones.

He is like a puppet lifted by thousands of silk threads, all the points of focus are gathered, and only Yumin's kiss remains.

When Yumin pulled away to leave, Mingshen didn't dare to take a breath, but Yumin said in a low voice, "You're back to your senses, Shen." Mingshen took a deep breath, and then let it out long, feeling his heart beating. Terribly.

The imperial chariot dragon chariot arrived in front of the palace gate, but Mingshen refused to go down.He was disheveled, so he could only hurry up before getting out of the car and try his best to tidy himself up in a less embarrassing manner.

Yumin looked at him with a smile, got out of the car after bypassing the main hall, and said to the people in the car: "I'm going to court, queen."

Mingshen frantically buttoned his buttons, and said in a low voice, "Go quickly, go quickly."

He urged the carriage to leave quickly.

As soon as he left, he quickly soaked himself in the bucket. After washing, he would bring the white powder that the eunuchs and maids put on his face. He carefully applied it on his neck to cover up the marks. I'm not done yet. , Yumin's little note arrived on the other side.

Just like last time, a small note was brought over on a silver tray, and the ceremony official read aloud emotionally: "Zhu Yan contains the sun, the emerald shadow of Changjin, you don't need to be ashamed, and the mandarin ducks are not willing to kiss. [1]"

Mingshen didn't know exactly what Yumin meant, but he quickly grasped one of the meanings - the green and red on his neck were criss-crossed, and there was vermilion and emerald green.

Ming Shen: "..."

He tried to restore his dignity, and hinted calmly: "Brother Min sent it to the wrong person."

The ritual officer looked at the fool, and was about to speak, but Mingshen made a decisive decision, rushed over and covered his mouth.

None of the palace people dared to respond, they all held back their laughter and went about their own business.

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[1] Take Tang Taizong's poem Demon and change it a bit, the original sentence: Hualin is full of Fangjing, Luoyang compiles Yangchun, Zhu Yan meets luck day, green color shadows Changjin.