caesar revolution

Lying in the house where he had lived for decades, Qi Weileng's sleep was not sound. His body was drenched in cold sweat from the grotesque dreams, and later Qi Weileng couldn't even tell whether he was sleeping or not. Dreaming or waking up.

The weather in May was not cold, but when Qi Weileng woke up the day after tomorrow, he felt as if he had come out of a freezer. He opened his eyes and saw Caesar sitting by the bed and looking at him silently.

"Brother." Caesar called him exactly the same name as a few years ago, even the tone of voice was so similar, but it was hard for Qi Weileng to feel a trace of warmth from inside.

"Brother." Caesar called him again, then reached out and touched Qi Weileng's forehead: "Your face is ugly."

Qi Wei Leng didn't speak, but avoided Caesar's hand.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Ignoring Qi Weileng's resistance, Caesar's expression remained the same: "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Qi Wei Leng crawled out of the quilt directly, and began to put on his clothes with a cold face.

"..." Caesar sighed softly, and finally said nothing... He had told himself not to rush, but faced with Qi Weileng's indifferent attitude, he found that he still couldn't accept it.

The breakfast was very rich. I don't know where Caesar found an oriental chef. The porridge and side dishes he made were very suitable for Qi Weileng's taste.Qi Weileng chewed carefully, and finally felt that his physical discomfort was slightly relieved.

"Brother, go change your clothes." After eating, Caesar said, "I want to take you somewhere."

Hearing Caesar's words, Qi Wei Leng really wanted to stand up, throw the bowl and leave, but he suddenly remembered Caesar's indifferent expression after tearing up with Caesar yesterday, and he held back again - he was under the eaves and had to Bowing his head, he didn't want to try what it would be like to really annoy Caesar.

When Qi Weileng was changing clothes, Caesar stood at the door and waited until Qi Weileng came out of the room after changing clothes, he stepped forward a few steps and said with a smile: "Brother looks good in this."

"..." Qi Weileng's face was stinky, and he ignored Caesar's flattery at all-what's so interesting, all his clothes are almost the same style!

"Let's go." Caesar walked beside Qi Weileng, and said lightly: "The carriage is ready."

Qi Weileng didn't know what Caesar was going to take him to see, but in his intuition it shouldn't be a good thing.The carriage gently bumped and drove out of the imperial city, Qi Wei Leng leaned on the carriage, feeling a dull pain in his temple.

"Is brother not feeling well?" Holding Qi Weileng's shoulders with both hands, Caesar tilted his head: "Headache?"

"..." Qi Wei turned his face coldly and remained silent.

"It may be that the dose of anesthetic has been enlarged." His slender fingers pressed Qi Weileng's temples, rubbing them gently, and Caesar almost half embraced Qi Weileng in his arms from behind: "In a few days Enough."

If it was in the past, Qi Weileng might have enjoyed such a time close to Caesar, but now such a time has become a torment for Qi Weileng, he felt Caesar's hot breath hitting his neck, it was simply Like burning his skin.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Qi Weileng had to say that Caesar's massage technique was really good, and the temples that had been tense all the time finally felt better, and the headache didn't hurt so much.

"Your Majesty, we're here." The carriage stopped suddenly, and a servant's voice came from outside.

"Come down." He took Qi Weileng's hand naturally, and Caesar smiled softly: "...you will be happy."

Will be happy?With a numb face, Qi Weilen followed Caesar out of the car and saw a familiar building—Kerwin's mansion.

"What are you doing here?" Qi Weilen vaguely sensed Caesar's intentions, and his expression was slightly complicated.

"Come and see the gift for brother." Glad that Qi Wei Leng was willing to speak, Caesar became even more interested: "Come and see what happens to those who dare to hurt you..."

Qi Weileng instantly understood what Caesar meant.

In the original history, Kerwin, the famous Duke of the Rose, did not escape the end of the cunning rabbit and the lackey. He died on the battlefield shortly after helping Caesar kill Noelsen and ascended the throne.This death was unusually strange, and it was obvious at a glance that Caesar was in the way and gave Kerwin a decent way to die.

From this point of view, it is not known whether Kerwin is luckier than history or unlucky in history.

There was no one in the huge Duke's mansion. Although the courtyard was still considered clean, one could clearly feel a strong sense of depression. There were no moving servants, no enchanting singers, and the entire Duke's mansion was like a living statue. The tomb is lifeless and chilling.

Caesar walked in front, with a malice and indifference on his face that Qi Weileng had never seen before. He pushed open the door of the main hall of the Duke's Mansion, and saw Kerr sitting in the room looking dazed temperature.

"Lord Duke Kerwin." If Kerwin is the second person Caesar hates the most in the world, no one dares to rank first. His biological father has never brought him any warmth. : "How are you doing?"

Kerwin had heard the sound of Caesar opening the door a long time ago, but he didn't even lift his head, and remained motionless.

"Brother." In fact, Caesar didn't have any interest in beating the dog in the water. If it wasn't for Qi Weileng's surprise, he would never have stepped into Kerwin's duke's mansion: "...do you remember how this person was at the beginning?" To you?"

How do you treat yourself?Qi Wei Leng smiled bitterly. To a certain extent, Kerwin was actually "good" to him. Seeing Kerwin's downcast feeling now, he felt a sense of sadness.

History will never change because of anyone, even if the process is distorted, it will show the same result in other ways.

Caesar's thinking was obviously very different from that of Qi Weileng - he would never forget the scene of that night.The image of Qi Wei Leng moaning and tossing under Kerwen's body became an unforgettable dream in his youth, a nightmare and a sweet dream.

Without that experience, Caesar might still have doubts about his feelings for Qi Weileng, but after experiencing the stimulation given to him by Kerwin, Caesar finally firmed up his mind—he wanted to completely Get Qi Weileng completely, no matter what means.

"Norsen, long time no see." Kerwin was much older. He ignored Caesar and greeted Qi Weileng directly.

"..." Qi Wei let out a cold breath: "Long time no see."

"How?" Kerwin naturally understood Caesar's thoughts on Qi Weileng long ago, so the expression now can be said to be gloating: "Your Caesar is worth so much from you?"

"...That doesn't need you to talk about it." Qi Weilen can't accept Caesar now, does it mean that he can bear Caesar being dictated by others, after all, he is a child he has raised for more than ten years, no matter how much he hates it, it is not up to others Come to the lesson.

"That's our business." Qi Weileng has complicated feelings for Kerwin. In fact, he doesn't understand why Kerwin helped Caesar ascend the throne... Maybe Caesar promised something?

But such a powerful person turned the boat in the hands of Caesar, which made Qi Wei Leng feel very incredible.

"It's really your business." Kerwin has never been a good person, and he also saw the delicate atmosphere between Qi Weileng and Caesar, so he smiled: "...It's funny to say, but I didn't realize until the end that you It tastes the best I've ever tasted."

Qi Wei frowned coldly, he didn't expect that Kerwin would still be in the mood to say this at this time: "Self-respect."

Kerwin's words might just be teasing to Qi Weileng, but it had another meaning in Caesar's ears. He looked at Kerwin coldly, as if he were looking at a dead person.

Both the East and the West in the Middle Ages have one thing in common, that is, all kinds of strange tortures. In the East, there are car cracks and Lingchi. In the West, there are iron maidens and wheel torture. In terms of punishment, people's creativity always seems to be amazing.

Caesar didn't kill Kerwin because it was still useful to take him, but now it seems that Kerwin doesn't need to exist anymore.

"Is this the gift you gave me?" Leaving Kerwen's mansion, Qi Wei looked tired with cold eyes: "It's really...a great gift."

"Don't you like it?" Caesar held Qi Weileng's hand, looking a little downcast: "Don't you like it, brother?"

"...Caesar." Qi Weileng sighed: "Can't we get along in the original way? Have you ever thought that you confused your feelings for me..."

"Confused?" Caesar smiled again, this time with pity in his smile: "Does brother like to deceive himself?"

"... What did you say?" Qi Wei was taken aback.

"Why can't I tell?" Caesar's voice was extremely gentle: "I want to kiss your lips, take off your clothes, kiss your neck all the way to your lower abdomen, hold your genitals, and look at you Panting and moaning beneath me, weeping tears of joy, and finally—into you."

Qi Wei was trembling with cold air—he didn't expect Caesar to say these words without shame, and he had no doubt that if Caesar continued to speak, he would punch Caesar in the face!

"So that's why." Caesar looked at Qi Weilen's cheeks blushing because of anger with admiring eyes, and sighed: "I can clearly distinguish my feelings for my brother."

"Get out." Qi Wei said coldly: "Stay away from me." He thought that the relationship with Caesar could be eased a little, but he didn't expect that there was no room for maneuver between the two of them.

"But I'm not in a hurry." Caesar seemed to know what Qi Weileng was thinking, and he smiled and said, "We still have a lot of time."——more than enough for you to accept me like this.

"You're dreaming." Qi Weihan didn't realize that there would be a day when he would compromise.

"Really." Caesar did not refute this time, but smiled lightly.