I love the harem with my sweet mouth

The man's arms are extremely powerful.

Han Qingyang's originally tensed arms relaxed a little, and his slender fingers picked up a strand of Zhou Yanzong's hair to play with.

He had no mother since he was a child, and he lived a difficult life with his younger brother in the palace. He has already practiced the kung fu of observing words and emotions. Although Zhou Yanzong only paused for a short time just now, he still keenly noticed that the muscles in his arms were a little stiff and unnatural.

Is he being shy?

With this thought, Han Qingyang's lips curled into a playful smile.

He pressed against his ear, breathing heavily.

The scorching hot and humid breath brushed behind his ears, causing a maddening tingling sensation. Zhou Yanzong frowned, and asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Han Qingyang deliberately blew two breaths into his ears.

"Your Majesty is wise and majestic, and he hugged the courtier in front of everyone. The courtier is frightened and nervous, so it is inevitable that she will have shortness of breath. Your Majesty, if you are afraid of tickle, the courtier will just cover her mouth and nose."

Zhou Yanzong's face sank like water.

"No need!"

Wang Shou carefully followed up to serve in the palace. Duozi and Duofu were afraid that something might happen to their master, so they lowered their heads and wanted to sneak in, but they were stopped by Wang Shou as soon as they arrived at the door.

Wang Shou stared at his eyes, looking as sad as a child can't be taught. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "What are you doing after you, a bunch of winking things? Let me tell you, if you turn around and offend His Majesty, I think you have something to do." How many heads were chopped off?"

All the eunuchs and court ladies agreed and stood guard outside the door.

Wang Shou closed the palace door, and the light in the palace dimmed instantly. Countless tiny rays of light shone in through the door lattice, casting neat small squares of golden halo on the luminous floor tiles.

It has been said since ancient times that heroes are saddened by beauty.

He felt that these words were not false, and quite true, truer than gold.

Since Zhou Yanzong ascended the throne, he has been serving him. In the past two years, the queen mother and the ministers outside sent so many beauties in, but Zhou Yanzong didn't pay attention to any of them.

Seeing this situation, the Empress Dowager had to think of another way, and the next best thing was to let the beauty serve as a maid in front of the imperial court, in order to make love for a long time.

Later, a court lady who didn't know how to live or die, took advantage of Zhou Yanzong's slightly drunk state at the New Year's Eve dinner, and wanted to seduce her, but she was kicked out of bed by Zhou Yanzong, and she vomited on the spot. Blood from the mouth, after the person was dragged down, he died before dawn.

Inside and outside the palace were still anxious, but after several rounds of discussions, their thinking changed.

Since His Majesty is not interested in beautiful women, maybe he will be interested in beautiful men?After all, there are not a few people who have a good manly style in Beijing, but if the family has some background, who doesn't have one or two outstanding actors?

Later, he sent a few handsome and coquettish young eunuchs to the imperial court, and found some princes and sons of the right age in Beijing, and occasionally went to the palace for a walk. Send it to Zhou Yanzong.

Zhou Yanzong also turned a blind eye and closed his eyes as if he didn't see it.

Unexpectedly, this encouraged these people's crooked thinking. A little eunuch in front of the imperial court actually broke in while Zhou Yanzong was taking a bath, but just as soon as he entered, he was killed by the furious Zhou Yanzong with a sword.

With these two people as an example.

Zhou Yanzong had been quiet for a few days. Who would have thought that several surrounding countries would send beauties this year, and with the empress dowager and the ministers of the previous dynasty pressing hard, he might not be able to hide now. After that, the harem was enriched.

As soon as Zhou Yanzong put him on the soft couch, Wang Shou stood outside the curtain and bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, this old servant will prepare hot water for the princess."

Although it is not good to proclaim adultery in the daytime, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven is the greatest.Not to mention pampering a princess of a small country in the daytime, even wine pools and meat forests are also acceptable.

Besides, who can persuade His Majesty's temperament?

"Need not!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Yanzong looked at Han Qingyang with a straight face. He was sitting on the soft couch, gently rubbing his knees with his slender, white fingers. When he raised his head to speak, his slender eyelashes trembled like a butterfly about to fly. There is a faint grateful smile in the beautiful eyes, and the cheeks are faintly crimson due to nervousness, rosy and rosy, which can be broken by blowing bullets.

"Go get the doctor!"

Han Qingyang looked up at Zhou Yanzong who was standing aside, "Your Majesty, the injury on my daughter's knee is a minor injury, there is really no need to alarm the imperial physician, just take a soak in hot water to dissipate the blood stasis."

He spoke very seriously, then nodded slightly to Wang Shou, "Thank you, father-in-law."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhou Yanzong's eyes, just now he pretended to be a seasoned lover, but now he can't comprehend the meaning of Wang Shou's words?

"The princess in broad daylight can't wait to take a bath in the lonely palace?"

Han Qingyang suddenly realized that just now he was just rubbing the wound on his leg, and he fell into the pit without paying attention. He lowered his eyes, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Your Majesty's servant will be your servant sooner or later. As long as His Majesty is willing, your servant...you have nothing to say."

Since ancient times, the ruler wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.

What's more, if the emperor wants to favor an individual, how can he refuse?

Since he couldn't refuse, he simply threw the question back. He wanted to see Zhou Yanzong, who looked strong and strong and exuded a manly aura all over his body. What could he do with him?

He didn't even have the tools to commit the crime, so at most he could only experience the addiction of eyes and mouth.

No more.

Ever had a hand addiction?

Although he had read many books on these matters, he had never personally experienced them.

The ignorant are fearless.

Han Qingyang is not afraid.

His hands were wrung in front of him uneasily, and there was a breathtaking and shy look on his face.

Zhou Yanzong sneered.

What a shameless princess of a small country.

Who can show her such a promiscuous appearance in broad daylight?

Zhou Yanzong said to Wang Shou, "Go and invite the imperial physician!"

Wang Shou agreed, and as soon as he turned around, he heard another order from inside, "Also prepare the hot water."

Zhou Yanzong reached out and pinched Han Qingyang's chin, forcing him to raise his head to meet his gaze.

Han Qingyang bit his red lips and looked at the man in front of him.

The way the man looked at him was not like that of other men, but there was more banter in the eyes of a hunter looking at his prey.

"Your Majesty, take it easy, you hurt me!"

Zhou Yanzong had been mixed in the military camps in the border areas since he was a child. He had a strong body, and his fingertips were rough. When he held Han Qingyang's chin with force, it was as if sand was grinding on his skin.

He shouted very loudly.

There was a hint of crying in Jiao Didi's voice.

Wang Shou, who had just stepped out of the threshold, staggered and almost tripped. He quickly stabilized his figure and beckoned the people outside to close the door.

His Majesty Xindao is only about 23 years old after all, so young people are inevitably a little impatient.

The roots of Zhou Yanzong's teeth were itchy, he just touched him, why should he scream like this?

He let go, and saw that Han Qingyang's originally fair and delicate chin was flushed.

Zhou Yanzong rubbed his fingers hidden in his sleeves, it felt good, it was really smooth and tender.

Han Qingyang's eyes were full of water, which was about to fall, but I felt pity for it.

Speaking of which, the tears are also graded. He has been immersed in the harem of the Great Jin Dynasty for many years, and he knows how to measure.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Han Qingyang scolded Zhou Yanzong severely in his heart, and bent over to roll up his obscene pants. His skin was already delicate, and although the sum of all the scattered parts was only half a stick of incense, his knees were still black and blue.

He pursed his mouth and blew on the wound as if no one else was around.

"call......."

"call......."

"call......."

As soon as Zhou Yanzong walked to the desk, he turned his head amidst his "huh", only to see a white calf exposed outside, and Han Qingyang was blowing there with his rosy lips.

How does this look like a princess of a country?

It's just unruly.

How can the feet and legs of the daughter's family be so casual that others can see them?

The imperial doctor came quickly and waited outside the door for a while.

Wang Shou put his ear on the door and listened carefully, making sure that there was no strange movement inside, then tiptoedly pushed the door open and entered.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician is here."

Zhou Yanzong sat on the wide chair behind the desk, looking quite impatient.

"Here, give him the medicine quickly, lest he yell here and disturb the mood of the orphan."

The imperial physician bowed and came in to check Han Qingyang's injury. Seeing that it was only a slight bruise, he said, "Princess, don't worry, it's just a small injury. Apply some plaster to remove blood stasis and activate blood circulation and it will heal."

Han Qingyang stared at the wound and asked.

"Will that leave a scar?"

The doctor smiled and shook his head.

Han Qingyang covered his heart and heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's good. If there are scars, His Majesty will have an excuse to dislike me and dislike me."

Zhou Yanzong threw the folder in his hand aside.

When did he say that scars don't like him?

Pooh.

wrong.

When did he say that he liked him?

Han Qingyang smiled sweetly at the imperial physician again, his expression became much more lively, "Thank you for that."

The imperial doctor hurriedly bowed and said: "I don't dare, this is what I should do."

Zhou Yanzong said in a deep voice: "Hurry up and give him medicine, I still need to read the scriptures."

The imperial physician hurriedly took out the plaster, and just as his fingers touched Han Qingyang's wound, he heard a soft cry.

"what......."

The imperial doctor's hands trembled in fear, and he kowtowed vigorously, "This humble minister deserves to die, my humble minister deserves to die."

Han Qingyang smiled apologetically at him.

"It's not your fault, it's all my fault that I was afraid of pain since I was a child." He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and looked like he was about to die, "Doctor, come here, I will definitely not bark this time."

The doctor's hands kept shaking.

Before touching the wound this time, Han Qingyang yelled again.

The voice is tactful and charming.

The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, which made the outsiders think that he did something wrong to this Linglong princess.

Zhou Yanzong couldn't sit still anymore, he got up and walked to the bed.

"Okay, you all go down!"

The Imperial Physician went out in no time as if he had received an amnesty.

Han Qingyang looked at Zhou Yanzong, who was right in front of him, "Your Majesty, is the court lady so useless that I can't even bear this pain."

"It's good to know!"

Zhou Yanzong said coldly.

Han Qingyang propped his hands behind his back, looked up at him with his head up, and two tears welled up in his eyes.

"Your Majesty just feels sorry for His Majesty. My Majesty knows that His Majesty grew up in a border area, and the environment in the border area is harsh. Poor His Majesty must have suffered a lot at such a young age. I think I have already cultivated a strong body of steel and iron. I'm afraid she won't even frown when the sword is cut on her body. Compared with Your Majesty, a courtier is really useless."

When a beauty sheds tears, it is naturally amorous.

Zhou Yanzong didn't speak, and sat down next to the soft couch, then grabbed Han Qingyang's thin ankle, put his leg on his own, and wiped some plaster with his fingertips, and gently applied it on his of the wound.

The man's fingers were very rough, and combined with the coolness of the plaster, they landed on the hot wound. After being rubbed like this, a strange tingling sensation appeared, and the back of Han Qingyang's feet stretched.

"Um......."

Zhou Yanzong paused.

"To shut up!"

Han Qingyang's eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and he looked secretly at him.

"But the house His Majesty made is very comfortable, the courtiers can't help it."

Zhou Yanzong; "..."

Is this still a woman?

"Since you are so enthusiastic and proactive, you can stay to serve the bed tonight!"