【狂连】Taiyin

Huang looked down at his face, stood up slowly, and he also stood up, wearing a white coat - the outermost piece of the wedding dress, the first layer of the wedding dress, looking up. With his neck down, his expression blank, like a child's.

Huang suddenly spoke:

"I saw you when I was little."

Yimulian was taken aback, not knowing why he repeated this sentence again.

"I was under 12 at the time. Since then, I've remembered you."

He thought, these are the things he said.

"It's like being possessed by an evil spirit."

He fell silent, his eyes were empty, and they fell on him, as if he was recalling a long-ago thing, but he was flustered, not knowing which corner of his memory he was in.

That's it, is it over?

The bed hung with smooth silk reflected the golden light, and the room was filled with a faint smell of incense—this kind of high-end goods used by the royal family, always burned in such a slow manner, and a little blue came out from the small incense burner. Ash smoke comes, taste in the mouth, there seems to be a sweet taste on the tip of the tongue.

The fishy smell of semen and sweat, however, mixed with this faint fragrance, rushed straight into his nose.

Huang and Yimulian looked at the wisp of blue-gray smoke, listened to the tiny sound of burning, their scattered thoughts twirled in the smoke, both of them smelled the clean and obscene smell coexisting, Don't want to trace its source.

Yimulian stood, moved a little, and came back to his senses: there was a strange feeling in the back acupuncture point, something sticky flowed out, slowly dripping down the inner thighs.

In fact, he couldn't see anything because he was covered by a piece of clothing, but he still blushed, and a stream of blood suddenly rushed up, steaming hot.

"Please allow me... myself... to wash up."

He turned around, with the coat hanging over his shoulders, as if it was too heavy, bent slightly, as if he was carrying it, and fastened his belt.

Huang also didn't make a sound, holding a towel that he used to wipe his body just now in his hand, watching him silently walking slowly to the door, and there was another rustling footsteps - he walked to the room two doors away. Go to the bathroom, where there is a pool of clean hot water ready.

There are plain screens around the bathing pool, and four young court ladies are standing beside them, holding pajamas or towels. They were supposed to serve Yimulian to take a bath, but he refused. The palace rules are very strict, and they can't To leave, you can only stand behind the screen with your head bowed and wait.

Yimulian soaked in the bath, his whole body was crispy, the pain in his waist melted into the hot water little by little, the water was alive, it was drawn from the outside, and then returned to the outside, there were still layers of thin ripples on the water surface .

Huang ejaculated too much and too deep inside, the semen still flowed out of the hole in small streams, diffused in the water, and floated up in strands of white turbidity.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his mind went blank, he had a little headache, but he still refused to come out.

He heard the sound of the door opening in the next room, someone came in to bring tea to Huang, someone changed the bed for him, the rustling sound of the bed was heard in his ears, and he heard him lying back on the bed again, slightly creaking. The sound was far away, and it was very small, but his Taiyin ears were more sensitive than ordinary people, and all these details fell into his mind.

He thought of the future, and it would be the same as the present situation: Huang sat at the small table in the room drinking tea, fell asleep in the bathtub next door, and then left with his body cleansed. Going to that room, sleeping with him day and night, living together, walking together, dying in the same tomb, he can't think about it any longer—if he thinks about it again, he will feel in a trance .

When he stepped out of the bath, the maids heard the sound of splashing water, and consciously took the towels, and came one by one.

He was startled, and suddenly realized that he was naked, so he took a step to hide behind a curved screen, barely blocking himself, and shouted:

"You...don't come here..."

One of the maids said:

"Queen, don't be nervous, we will serve you in the bath, as it should be."

Yimulian is still not used to hearing this address, it sounds like she is addressing someone else in her ears, grasping the wooden joint of the screen, blushing, insisting:

"Just pass things in from outside, and I will wear them myself."

The maids had no choice but to hand in bath towels, pajamas and other things from outside the screen one by one.

After he finished tidying up, he walked out from behind the screen, and saw an older lady standing beside the four young maids, holding a small wooden box in her hand.

She bowed to Yimulian, bowed her head and said to him:

"I am the female trainee in charge of sexual affairs in the harem, and I want to give the empress a word."

He was a little embarrassed, forced a smile on his face, and said:

"What's the matter?"

"The next time you have intercourse with the emperor, please don't take a bath so soon." She said, "It's fine to wash yourself before intercourse. If you still feel uncomfortable, just wipe it off with water."

I didn't understand at a glance.

"If you want to conceive a dragon seed as soon as possible and continue to have heirs for the royal family, you need to let the essence stay in your body as long as possible."

He stared at her blankly for a while, then suddenly understood what she meant, his face blushed, and he said tremblingly:

"I……"

The instructing female officer took out something from the wooden box, tied it with silk and satin, unfolded it and held it in her hand, but it was a dozen or so jade sticks of different sizes.The thinnest one is only the size of a little finger, while the thickest one is like a section of lotus root, with a rounded head and a lifelike shape, obviously it was made with great care.

"People of the Taiyin are different from others." She said, "Ordinary women are pregnant for ten months, and when the time comes, the baby is born from the mother's yin. But the Taiyin is born from the mouth of the back acupuncture point. That place was not used for this purpose. At that time, it will be painful. You can put this thing in the acupuncture point, choose the size you need, and gradually increase it, so that you can get used to it in advance and relieve the pain."

She took out another object and handed it to Yimulian, but Yimulian had no choice but to reach out to catch it, seeing that it was thick and short.The top protrudes slightly, and there is a small ring. If you touch it, it is carved out of wood, and it feels smooth to the touch. It really looks like the spinning top I played with when I was a child.

Although he had a fever on his face, he couldn't help being curious. While touching the thing, he asked:

"what is this?"

She said: "This thing is used after intercourse, and it is stuffed in the back acupoint, so that the semen can be stored in the body, and it will not flow out too much."

Yimulian's face froze, his hand trembled, and the stopper fell to the ground and turned around.

Seeing that his face was flushed, the female trainee knew that he was shy. She had been in this position since the last emperor was around. There are, there are those who are full of anticipation, and there are also those who look indifferent.Faced with this situation, he is also familiar with the road.Immediately, he picked up the little butt plug back into the box, put it on the ground, and bowed to him with the rest of the maids, saying: "Queen, go back and sleep well, and the servants will come to teach you later." Then he left.

Stimulated by the words just now, Yimulian lost sleepiness and stood there in a daze, his heart beating wildly.

Yimulian has known since he was a child that he has the same physique as Yin and Yang. People like him have appeared many times in the family tree of the Taiyin clan.

But although he was born with a beautiful face, he is not a woman after all, except for the structure of his stomach is different from others, on the outside, he thinks he is no different from other men.Therefore, I never doubted that I would wear men's clothes and behave in a manly manner, and I never thought that there would be a day when I would marry a wife.

Even... to have a child for this...

There was a mirror by the pool, and he picked it up at a glance. The hot air from the bath fumigated the mirror surface into a thin white mist. He wiped away the mist from the mirror with his hands, and looked inside. Looking at the face, the eyes are green, and it is still the same as before, but it looks different in some way.

He pushed his hair back and draped it over his shoulders, and looked in the mirror again and again, imagining the appearance of the ladies in the palace he had seen before, wearing heavy dresses, layer after layer, kneeling on the ground , a plump mass, like a beautiful butterfly that can't fly.

He thought of the freedom and carefreeness of holding a fan open and dancing the rain dance on the balcony. The rain and wind, which had not fallen for a long time, responded to the call of his lunar blood, coming from far to near.The skin, the tips of the hair, the eyes, the ears, are all filled with the taste of freedom.

At the beginning, he danced on the most conspicuous terrace of the market, and many people watched him, standing at the bottom, with black heads all looking up at him, and later he was sent by the old emperor to the rain-prayer platform outside the city It was a place surrounded by woods and hillsides, few people passed by, and no one could see him again.

According to the custom of praying for rain in the sun, every time he performs a ceremony, he must pretend to be a woman: rouge is applied to the lips, cinnabar is painted around the eyes, and the clothes on the shoulders ripple like water and flow to the fingertips.The face is feminine and the body is masculine.

——An absurd image that is neither male nor female only exists on the stage.

One day he heard someone calling his name from under the platform: "Yimulian!"

He walked out of the stage, stood by the wall, looked down, and saw a boy at a height of ten feet.The boy was riding a pony, obviously a child of a noble family, but there was not even a follower around him. He raised his head and looked straight at him.Their eyes collided, and the child looked at him for a while, then pulled the rein abruptly, and walked away quickly, as if shy.The boy is the only one who specially came to watch him on the platform for so many years.

Yimulian woke up from the memory, felt a little cold, went back to the next bedroom, the room was dark, not even a candle shadow, vaguely saw a figure lying on the bed, eyes closed, motionless.

He wasn't quite used to it yet, he hesitated for a while, then laughed at himself, the two of them had done that kind of thing before, and they were married, so why bother to be timid, while stepping forward, afraid of waking him up, then lightened his steps again, He tiptoed forward.

Huang opened a line of eyelids behind him, and watched Yimulian carefully sit down with his back to him, tense his body, and slowly lay down.

He remained calm, watching him lie down, facing him sideways, with half of his body pressed against the mattress, his shoulders tensed for a while, and then gradually relaxed, as if he had let out a long breath.She reached out and hugged him unexpectedly.

I was startled at Yimu, and subconsciously struggled twice. I struggled, but couldn't get out, so I had to give up struggling.With half of his face buried in his arms, his voice was muffled, and he said in a discussing tone:

"... let go, okay?"

"Just sleep like this." He stretched out his hand and patted his buttocks gently.

After being slapped like this by him, his whole body shivered, thinking of the pain in his buttocks at night, he obediently closed his mouth and eyes, thinking, to sleep in his arms like this all night, with his arms used as pillows for others, Your arm will be sore then, but you asked for it.

He also felt that he suddenly leaned over, kissed the back of his ear, his lips were wet, and said good night softly, and then stopped moving.

Yimulian lay in his arms, surrounded by his body temperature, her heartbeat stabilized little by little, and finally fell into a deep sleep amidst the overwhelming tiredness.

The next day, when Yimulian woke up, it was already bright outside, and the sunlight was so bright that it couldn't be blocked, coming through the windows and doors, and shining into the bedroom.Ichimokulian was sleeping soundly at first, when he felt something shining brightly on his eyelids, he opened his sleepy eyes, dazed for a while, and then he had the concept of time in his mind.

There is such a set of unwritten rules in the world: Newlyweds, even if they are exhausted during the bridal night, must get up early the next day to worship the man's parents; The bride was not ashamed, she must have put a lot of thought into the man, that's why they woke up so late.

In the imperial palace, ordinary concubines and concubines have a different status from their wives, so they don't need to abide by these rules.But the empress was different. As the only official wife of the emperor, she was watched by many vigilant eyes behind her back, so she had to set an example. ——If you are also contaminated with those gossips, and you are rumored to be seductive and seductive, you will be in trouble.

According to the code of etiquette, the queen conferring ceremony will be held seven days after the emperor's wedding. During these seven days, one should get up early every day to worship the elders.

Huang's queen mother has been a monk for a long time, and the old emperor passed away a few years ago-naturally, the place of worship has become the ancestral hall.

Yimulian used to live in the Rain Prayer Terrace outside the city, because the place was desolate and boring, so he went to bed very early every night and woke up early, every morning, before the sun rose, he would already get up, like getting up today It was an unprecedented thing to be so late.

——What is the reason? Just think about it.

Yimulian almost jumped up from the bed, and found that the instigator got up earlier than him, sitting at the table, fully dressed, turned his face, and met his bewildered eyes,

Sitting there, he felt different from sitting on the throne, with a casual and unrestrained posture.He is too slender, the seat seems to be too small, his hands and feet can't fit, his back is facing the sun, his cheeks are covered with sunlight from behind, and it becomes a light halo, his skin is fair, he looks like is transparent.

When I saw his face, I felt discouraged. I swallowed it back into my throat anxiously, opened my mouth, and fell silent.He remembered the comments he heard outside the palace:

Today's prince has a beautiful appearance and unparalleled demeanor. He is also a handsome young man.

...there is absolutely no mistake.

From a distance, Huang saw Yilian staring at him blankly, he was puzzled, and gradually laughed, saying: "What are you looking at?"

Yimulian came back to his senses, his heart was pounding - he thought that in the face of beauty, it was really a mistake, and even his mind slowed down twice.

"...Since you are awake." He whispered, "You should have woken me up too."

"I see you are sound asleep, so I can't bear to call you."

"Couldn't get up the morning before. Got a lot of gossip."

"It seems that you have adapted well." He came over and sat beside him, stretched out his hand, slowly stroked his bare neck and collarbone, and glanced at him with a half-smile, "This is the role."

Yimu was stunned for a while before realizing that he was referring to the identity of the newlyweds, and a burst of blood rushed to his cheeks.

"As long as I want." Huang fumbled under his clothes with one hand, rubbed his chest in an irregular manner, felt his body tremble slightly immediately under his hands, and heard him panting twice, " It's not too late to leave the room."

"It's early in the morning, don't...don't do it." Yimu hurriedly dodged back, not only his face was hot, but his speech also became stuttering.

"Forget it today."

Huang pulled out his hand from under his clothes, lowered his head to his ear, and said leisurely:

"Anyway, there will be many more days when I won't get up."