Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The sky cleared, and there was a refreshing chill in the air. The exhaled breath overflowed from the lips and turned into white mist. The charcoal fire was burned in the Mingji Temple, but it was still a little cold. The hand holding Langhao was cold for a long time, and there was an activity in Qingyuan With a stiff wrist, he slowly looked at a letter written by He Louming, in which he said that he hadn't seen him for a long time and invited him to get together.

He put down the letter with the wax seal on it, and lightly dusted it with his fingers. He didn't meet He Louming many times, and most of his impressions of him came from rumors.

It's uncertain whether it's cloudy or not, but it's definitely a person who doesn't care about the ceremony. Qingyuan thought of that night, and his face darkened for a moment. He covered the letter with his fingers, and slowly stroked the unruly Handwriting, after a while, he smiled softly, he wanted to see what this man could do.

No matter how courageous he is, it is impossible to kill the king openly.

In Beijing, the house.

A slender and white plum vase was placed on the octagonal sandalwood table, and the fragrance wafted faintly from the clear glazed tea set. A long and slender hand held the teapot. He Louming smiled and gently pushed the teapot away. Push, "Your Majesty, please."

Qingyuan turned the teacup around, his face was handsome, his eyes seemed to be covered with moonlight, and he was a bit inquiring, "What do you mean by inviting me here today?"

He has a simple, quiet and calm demeanor, and when he sweeps over like this, he carries an indescribable elegance, he doesn't look like a decisive king, but rather like an idler with ruffled clothes.

He turned his gaze to the other's thin lips, which were lightly pink in color, like peach blossoms blooming on branches in March, the most delicate and gentle color.A dark look flashed across He Louming's eyes, and he said unhurriedly, "Of course it's because of what happened that night."

For a moment, Qingyuan almost couldn't hold back the indifferent look on his face.

How long ago, how do you still remember? !

He didn't want to mention it, and said politely, "I've already forgotten."

Can you forget about that night, he never thought before that he could be kissed by four different people in turn in one night.

The person in front of him looked calm and didn't care about the kiss at all.

He Louming sneered in his heart, also, the majestic king of a country has had more intimate affairs with many people, a kiss is nothing, he can turn his head and throw it behind him.

Suppressing the gloom in his heart, He Louming said slowly, "Your Majesty is really open-minded, but I will never forget it."

Qingyuan blinked his eyes, was it his illusion, why did he hear a trace of... accusation?

As soon as this idea came up, he shook his head himself. He was disturbed by Gu Jing's incident recently, and he seemed to be dazed. Everyone thought it was interesting to him.

He bowed his head and took a sip of tea in a concealed manner. The tea was sweet and his mouth was fragrant.

There was a smile in He Louming's eyes, "What do you think of this tea, Your Majesty?"

Just as Qingyuan was about to speak, he felt blurry in front of his eyes, and the person in front of him seemed to be doubled. He broke out in a cold sweat, and waved his hand to knock the tea set on the table to the ground, but was stopped halfway. He Lou Ming grabbed Qingyuan's wrist, the skin under his palm was warm and delicate, he stroked it with his fingertips and said with a smile, "Since your majesty is tired, please take a rest."

His eyes were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was in the middle of a thousand catties, his strength was like a torrent, draining away at an alarming speed, Qingyuan bit the tip of his tongue, and said with difficulty, "Come here..."

His voice was as weak as a mosquito, and was blown away by the wind lightly, and his last consciousness before falling into a deep sleep was: I might die.

He Louming hugged him in his arms, looked down at his moist and soft eyes, lightly stuck out his tongue and licked like a cat, then touched Qingyuan's cheek with his palm, and said with satisfaction, "Now You are mine."

It's time to kiss how you want.

He looked like he wanted to take another sip, but he held back and just carried the person out. A person walked out of the dark room in the palace and sat down again. The white mist was still rising on the tea, as if nothing had happened .

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the eunuch paced back and forth outside, and finally Fuchen twirled around on his arm, and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, are you going back to the palace today?"

A voice came from inside, "No, I will rest here today."

The eunuch took the order and never asked again.

At the same time, the guard at the city gate watched a carriage speeding away. The two slowly rubbed their hands together, and stomped their feet back and forth, "It's really cold today."

"Hey, it's not cold when it's snowing, so bear with it, the shift will change soon."

"That's right, go drink to warm up later."

The two of them were talking without noticing that the carriage had disappeared.

The night passed quickly, and the next morning, the eunuch stood guard at the door and said respectfully, "Did your Majesty ever wake up?"

However, the door was pushed open, and the current sage was standing at the door in cloaked clothes, and he only said concisely, "Of course".

The eunuch was taken aback, and followed him to the carriage parked at the door. The eunuch said, "Your Majesty suffered from the wind and cold last night?"

Seeing His Majesty's glance, he smiled respectfully, "Your Majesty's voice seems a bit hoarse, please let the imperial doctor come to check the pulse of peace today. Your Majesty's well-being is the blessing of all people."

The young emperor looked away, and slowly let go of his fist hidden under his sleeve.

Back in the palace, everything was peaceful. The eunuch watched His Majesty sit in the Mingji Hall as usual, ordered people to light the brazier, and opened the window for a while before quietly retreating.

Today's Holy One doesn't like people to be around, and it has been like this for so many years.

He shook his whisk, but suddenly saw a figure approaching not far away, and hurriedly saluted, "Your Majesty, you are here, Your Majesty is inside."

Huo Yanyu said, "I know."

With that said, he opened the door and walked in.

The people in the palace lowered their heads and watched the memorial attentively. A big smile appeared on Huo Yanyu's face, but he stopped suddenly when he was about to run over to hug him. Bai Bai asked in a dark voice, "Who are you?"

It was like lying in a boat floating by the lake, and there was a faint noise between half-dream and half-awake, but it was hard to hear it from far to near.Qingyuan tried to open his eyes, but failed every time, as if he had fallen into a dream, and the dark hand pulled him to go deeper.

He Louming looked at the person lying on the bed, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Why isn't he awake yet?"

Under the bed curtain as light as gauze, a figure could be faintly seen lying inside. The person who was questioned did not dare to look around, but lowered his eyes and replied, "The medicine is not harmful to the human body. You have tried it, master, so don't worry." etc."

He Louming said impatiently, "Wait, wait, I've been waiting for seven hours!" He tried the medicine himself at the beginning, but fell asleep for five hours, how could it take so long to reach Qingyuan? ?

Hearing what he said, the person being questioned pondered for a while, but still comforted him, "The properties of the medicine vary from person to person, master don't need to worry too much."

He Louming suppressed the panic in his heart, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, you go down and let someone warm the porridge." Don't wake up and be hungry later, this person has delicate skin and tender meat, and he didn't eat it at first sight What a pain.

Maybe if you are hungry, something will happen to you, so you have to take good care of it.

The people in the room retreated quietly, returning to silence again.

He Louming lifted the bed curtain, and used his gaze to draw the eyebrows and eyes of the person lying down. His eyebrows were like a meticulously drawn meticulous painting. The peaks of his eyebrows were slightly sharp, but his face was gentle, like a piece of polished jade. Clear and mild.

Looking at it, He Louming stretched out his hand. Starting from the forehead, he traced downwards little by little. The touch under his fingertips was warm and delicate. His fingers slid across the bridge of the tall nose, and gently tapped the tip of the nose. , and then slipped onto her tightly closed lips inch by inch.

Soft, moist and smooth, the color is also very beautiful, just looking at it makes people want to take a bite!

He Louming stared at it thoughtfully, then moved his fingertips away, and lowered his head to cover it. He only held it with his lips, and then bit down lightly with his teeth, but he didn't bite down hard.

The thick eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly spreading its wings, Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, in front of him was an enlarged face, and the touch on his lips was numb.

Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then pushed the person away forcefully, looking at He Louming in shock, partly because he could still wake up, and partly because he woke up and saw the person in front of him bowing his head and kissing him.

Qingyuan wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his voice was as cold as the ice and snow outside, "Where is this? Why did you lock me up?"

He Louming was pushed away by him unpreparedly, and looked coldly at him almost roughly wiping the place he kissed just now, his expression was gloomy, but he curled his lips, "Your Majesty, this is no longer the capital."

He stretched out his hand and twirled his fingers, and said slowly, "As for locking you up, of course..." There was a slight pause here, and he was satisfied to see the tension in the man's eyes, and he said harshly, " I want revenge."

Qingyuan's pupils shrank, revenge?

He said in a deep voice, "I have no enmity with you."

He wanted to take back the military power of the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, but it was just a thought at the moment, and there was still a long way to go before it could be realized, so there was no need for revenge.

For a moment, various consciousnesses quickly slid through his mind, but he said calmly, "What do you want? Is this Jiangshan?"

Apart from this, he really can't think of anything in himself that the other party can covet. He Louming is sitting in the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, covering the sky with one hand, and the Beiyuan generation can almost be called the Yan Kingdom.What can't he get?What more could he want?

He Louming seemed to have heard some joke, he laughed so hard that his chest vibrated, and tears were about to ooze, and finally he said cheerfully, "Well, you can think whatever you want."

Qingyuan looked at him smiling, then watched him speak indifferently, only felt that the person in front of him was very difficult.

He rubbed the center of his brows, but saw He Louming coming with a bowl of rice porridge, scooped up a spoonful of sticky porridge with a blue and white spoon and handed it to his lips, "Are you hungry, drink some porridge first."

Seeing that Qingyuan didn't move, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's not that you're not allowed to eat anything else, it's just that you haven't eaten for a while, so drink this to make your stomach feel better."

Qingyuan's face sank, and he said gloomily, "I don't want to drink it, take it away!"

He Louming didn't care whether his attitude was good or not, he just said in a gentle voice, "Even if you want to do something, you have to have strength, don't make things difficult for yourself, just drink."

His tone was gentle, but in the end he had taken on a commanding tone, and his attitude became tough.

The author has something to say: He Louming: It's time for kissing.

Qingyuan: (horrified) Don’t come here