Qingshu Wuji

Song Qingshu didn't let out a long breath until he walked a long way, and the blush on his face came up at this moment.

Of course he knew what Zhang Wuji wanted to do, but the words that Yang Xiao found him a few days ago still echoed in his ears.

"The emperor is so old, but the harem has never been owned. You, the senior brother, should persuade him..."

"There is no problem with the prince, it will definitely make the court up and down, even if it is not in a hurry, we should accept a few concubines..."

"I have a few candidates here, you can check the emperor's tone first..."

Song Qingshu's hand holding the rockery tightened, feeling a pain in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but smiled helplessly and relaxed his hand.

He used to be jealous too, what a surprise.

In fact, he should have followed Yang Xiao's words and asked Zhang Wuji directly what he meant, but he was afraid.

He was afraid of getting an answer that he could not accept.

In other words, no matter what kind of answer, he couldn't accept it.

After all, Zhang Wuji is now an emperor, and his status is very different from that of him who has become a Taoist priest.Taoist priests are not allowed to marry wives, but there has never been an emperor who did not establish a queen and accept a concubine in history.

Has he and him come to an end?Are we finally going to have to part ways helplessly?

Song Qingshu went all the way back to Dongnuan Pavilion with a heavy heart. Zhang Wuji apparently slept in Qianqing Palace, but every night he slept in Dongnuang Pavilion where he slept.Fortunately, no one dared to trespass in Qianqing Palace, and Zhang Wuji never liked being served in front of him, so no one knew that the two of them embraced and slept every night.

However, Song Qingshu glanced at the luxurious big bed in the Dongnuan Pavilion, then walked to the bedside and sat on the floor, planning to meditate instead of resting tonight.

He has to think carefully about what to do in the future...

However, the more confused the mind is, the more difficult it is to enter meditation smoothly.After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu was about to give up and get up to go to sleep, but he heard familiar footsteps outside the Nuan Pavilion.Perhaps due to some kind of guilty conscience, Song Qingshu closed his eyes again, breathed slowly, and pretended to be meditating.

The sound of footsteps stopped for a moment when they entered the Nuan Pavilion, obviously Zhang Wuji noticed that he was meditating, and was taken aback for a moment.Then Song Qingshu heard the rustling sound of undressing and the sound of a human body falling on the bed.

Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would probably continue to meditate like this tonight.Just when he managed to adjust his breathing, he heard another person in the room breathing much more heavily, mixed with an ambiguous muffled hum.

Song Qingshu's breathing became chaotic, although he didn't open his eyes to see, he could guess what Zhang Wuji was doing.He could feel the fiery eyes of the other party staring at him, imagining that Zhang Wuji was comforting his body with him close at hand... Song Qingshu tried his best to keep calm, but his heart beat faster and faster.

"Senior Brother..." Zhang Wuji's forbearing voice whispered from between his teeth, as if he had penetrated Song Qingshu's pitifully fragile protective shell.

Song Qingshu knew that his face was so red that he could fry eggs, but he didn't want to face it.

Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu's long eyelashes trembling amusedly, but he kept holding back and refused to open his eyes.Doesn't seeing it mean it didn't happen?

His senior brother, after so many years, is still so shy.

"Senior brother... We have been together for more than five years, and I always take the initiative. Senior brother, in fact, Wuji also wants to touch my body, but does senior reject me as a man after all?" Zhang Wuji seemed He muttered and complained, but he knew that Song Qingshu must have heard it. He originally wanted to amuse his senior brother, but the more he said it, the more he felt that it was true.

"Brother...Actually, I've been wondering if you've been pampering me like you were when you were a child, and you've been tolerating me even when you're with me, and you don't really love me at all..." Zhang Wuji stopped wandering hands on his body, He stared blankly at the exquisitely carved bed cover.This is also a hidden worry in his heart that he cannot express.From childhood to adulthood, the senior brother has been too obedient to him, no matter what, he is the first.Zhang Wuji recalled the details of their acquaintance since they were young, and almost never saw his senior brother selfishly think about anything for himself.If it was really what he imagined, and the senior brother being by his side was just a compromise, then one day, the senior brother finally became selfish once, what would he do if he left him?

"Bastard, so you actually think so!"

Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu who was leaning on him, and blinked a little uncomfortable.

It has been a long time since he saw his senior brother blushing and angry. Recently, he has always been so calm, as if nothing in the world can affect his mind.Such a senior brother makes him feel so palpitating, even if he is hugged in his arms, he doesn't have a real sense of existence.

Song Qingshu was really very angry. Could it be that in Zhang Wuji's heart, he would wrong himself so much?Just because of connivance, can he be willing to lie under another man's body?

Seeing Zhang Wuji's dumbfounded expression, Song Qingshu became more and more annoyed, and couldn't control his anger for a while, so he lowered his head and began to bite Zhang Wuji.

"Hmm..." Zhang Wuji snorted in pain, but what filled his heart was pride.The senior brother really still has him in his heart, but... well... the senior brother is too strong, right?

At the beginning, Song Qingshu just wanted to vent his anger, but after biting Zhang Wuji a few times, his taste gradually changed.It was only now that he remembered that what Zhang Wuji said was not unreasonable, he had never actively touched his body in these years.One is because every time it is Zhang Wuji who provokes the fire, he will soon lose his mind, and the other is that he...he still has a sense of guilt hidden in his heart.

After all, their feelings cannot be tolerated by the secular world. What Yang Xiaoduo said a few days ago echoed in his ears again. Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his head, carefully looking at the body that was as fit as a marble sculpture below him, thinking about the future. His Wuji would hug other women into his arms, an indescribable sense of jealousy bit his heart like a poisonous snake, and Song Qingshu couldn't help but want to monopolize him forever.

Zhang Wuji was about to say something, but found that Song Qingshu leaned down again, kissing the marks he had bitten out just now.

Zhang Wuji's body trembled, and he almost couldn't believe what happened before his eyes, but that clumsy and loving kiss was so real and seductive.He stretched out his hand and removed the unsightly bun on his senior brother's head, the waterfall-like long hair flowed down, and the long hair was like a dense love net, enveloping the two of them together.Zhang Wuji's hands were not idle either, he loosened Song Qingshu's girdle, and unbuttoned his Taoist robe, revealing the joy inside.

Song Qingshu waved his hand away, dissatisfied: "Don't move, didn't you say that I don't take the initiative? Tonight you have to listen to me and don't move."

Zhang Wuji kept silent, the first thing he thought of was that his brother was being provoked by him, and he might lose his chrysanthemum tonight.But he changed his mind again, if the senior brother wants him, he can just give it to the senior brother, isn't he afraid that the senior brother will abandon him?Body or something, it's too late for senior brother to want him to be happy!Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji relaxed his whole body, allowing Song Qingshu to do whatever he wanted on him.

Song Qingshu is a very good student, he was a little clumsy at the beginning, but recalling how Zhang Wuji served him all these years, all of them were cast on him in the blink of an eye.Sometimes Zhang Wuji tensed his body to bear it, and sometimes raised his head to pant...

last story

Song Qingshu pushed open the door of the imperial study room, it was already midnight, Zhang Wuji was still sitting there quietly, but he did not correct the memorial as usual, but was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you regret it?" Song Qingshu suddenly became a little timid. Zhang Wuji officially promulgated the edict of abdication today. Although there was an uproar in the court, the people at the core had already seen the clues from Zhang Wuji's arrangement, and there was no chaos as imagined. Into a pot of porridge.

Zhang Wuji turned his head, smiled slightly at Song Qingshu and said, "How could you regret it? Brother, I'm waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Seeing Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand towards him, Song Qingshu couldn't help walking over.

Zhang Wuji grabbed Song Qingshu's hand, pulled him onto his lap and sat down, then hugged him tightly in his arms, and let out a long breath: "Senior brother, I'm finally free..."

Song Qingshu rubbed his head amusedly, knowing that the position of emperor would be torture for Zhang Wuji.In the first five years after he ascended the throne, he had to work hard to handle the government affairs, get up early every day before dawn, discuss matters with ministers during the day, review memorials at night, and learn all kinds of knowledge... "You're doing really well, really well."

Zhang Wuji tightened his arms around Song Qingshu again.

The two hugged each other tightly in the imperial study room with only a little candlelight, and they were left with only each other.But this time it's different. From now on, in their lives, they will accompany each other and enjoy the rivers and lakes happily.

In the familiar embrace, Song Qingshu relaxed his body little by little, listening to the strong heartbeat of the other party through the thin fabric, sleepiness slowly came to his mind.Until he suddenly felt a gentle touch on his lips, which was constantly rubbing.

Knowing that Zhang Wuji was kissing him, Song Qingshu didn't open his eyes.Because this kiss was very gentle and did not contain any emotion.Desires are simply in contact with each other.The breaths of the two were intertwined, and at some point, a shuddering pleasure came from their lips. Song Qingshu opened his eyes in surprise, just in time to see Zhang Wuji licking his lips with a fishy smile on his face. .

Song Qingshu has been with him for so many years, and he already knew what the deep color in his eyes represented, so he smiled slightly: "Let's go back to the room."

But Zhang Wuji shook his head and said, "No, brother, I want you here."

it's here?Song Qingshu was startled, and immediately wanted to straighten up and run away.But Zhang Wuji was already prepared, and pushed him down on the huge mahogany desk at once, bowed his head and said with a smile: "Brother, we are leaving tomorrow, and this study will be used by others, can you satisfy my fantasy?" ? I'm really not willing to leave like this!"

Song Qingshu was angry and anxious, this kid is really lawless, how can this kind of thing be done outside the bedroom?He just wanted to object sternly, but Zhang Wuji knew that he would not compromise so easily, and immediately replaced words with actions, leaning over and kissing Song Qingshu's beautiful collarbone.

The two are really too familiar, Zhang Wuji is familiar with how to arouse Song Qingshu's desire as quickly as possible, and Song Qingshu's body is also familiar with this pleasure.Especially when his body was lying on a soft bed that was different from the past, the insecurity that someone might break in at any time made him extremely sensitive.He clearly felt Zhang Wuji's hot lips kiss his forehead, eyebrows, nose bridge, collarbone bit by bit, and slowly move down...

The clothes were taken off in a half-push, and Song Qingshu lay on the mahogany desk again. The cold touch on his back and the hot body on his body, the two extreme temperatures made him unable to keep calm anymore.In a panic, he wanted to grab something, but there was no sheet on the table for him to grab, and he didn't know how many memorials he crushed in a trance.

Zhang Wuji felt the temperature of his body under his palm rising little by little, and his white jade-like skin was turning a mouth-watering light pink. He knew that although his senior said he didn't want it, he enjoyed it very much.Naturally, he wanted his senior brother to be happier. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a few Huzhou Langhao writing brushes on the pen stand beside the table, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

Song Qingshu felt the weight and temperature on his body suddenly leave, and opened his eyes in bewilderment.

Zhang Wuji poured all the sweet-scented osmanthus honey that he hadn't finished eating tonight into the Duanyan inkstone dripping with lotus leaves. He held his brother's wrists with one hand, raised them high above his head, pressed them on the desk, and then put the Duanyan inkstone on the table. In Song Qingshu's hands, he said with a smile: "Brother, you have to hold on tight, this Fang Duan inkstone is priceless, if it breaks, Han Lin'er will probably ask us to stay and do hard work for a few more years!"

Of course Song Qingshu knew that he was joking, but he also took the Fang Duanyan in his hand.He saw Zhang Wuji picked up a brush, and asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

Holding a pen, Zhang Wuji said solemnly: "In the study, of course I'm writing!" Before he finished speaking, he didn't even touch the ink, and impatiently picked up the pen and began to draw on Song Qingshu's fair chest.

The dry and soft tip of the writing brush flicked across his chest round after round, from light to heavy. The numb and itchy feeling made Song Qingshu tremble in an instant.

That feeling, although as gentle as a spring breeze, is even more itchy than the previous kneading and biting.

Song Qingshu suppressed the groan between his lips, tensed his body, wishing that Zhang Wuji would press down hard like before.But Zhang Wuji was unhurried, drawing and writing on him, and still muttering, "Brother, don't move, it will be a disaster if the Fang Duan inkstone falls on the ground."

"Senior Brother..." After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Wuji hugged Song Qingshu tightly, let out a low growl, and then only two people's heavy breathing could be heard in the imperial study room.

Song Qingshu's clear eyes were still stained with hazy emotion.Desire, he couldn't believe that they did such a thing in such a serious place, especially the mess on the desk, which made him dare not even look at it.

But Zhang Wuji smiled in satisfaction, touched Song Qingshu's sweaty back, and said, "Brother, we will go to play around in the future, but we must try it everywhere. It must have a different flavor. Think about the top of Mount Tai, the top of the West Lake. On the bank, on the Shu Road..."

Song Qingshu twisted his ears angrily, he didn't want to listen to his nasty words, and wanted to get up and leave immediately.

But Zhang Wuji didn't want to let him leave like this, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pushed him back, "Senior brother, let's do it again."

"Bastard! Mmm..."

After that, there is no power to resist.

And then, also irresistible.

In the end, we can only be together...

【Finish】