Shaodi Chunxin

Fu Yuanqing woke up from the dream, eyes were half-light and half-dark.

He was dazed for a while before realizing that something was covering his eyes. He raised his hand to touch it, but someone held his wrist.There was only a hazy figure in sight.At that moment he thought it was the young emperor.

"His Majesty?"

He said.

The other party didn't answer, but grabbed his wrist and didn't let go. More than that, he gently pressed his hands on top of his head, and tied him to the wooden railing at the head of the low couch with his palace sash.Then he gently pulled away his already loose skirt.

Cold fingers ran over his warm chest, erotic but not obscene.

"Yes...who is it?" Fu Yuanqing's voice was in a trance, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty, do you need to pass the secretary to your account?"

The man said nothing, just licked his...

Fu Yuanqing trembled all over, the jade tassels on the wrists were pulled and slapped against the railing with a crackling sound.

Not long ago, after the double cultivation with Chen Jing, the perception of the body seemed to be opened up, and now the sight was restricted by waking up in the middle of the night, which made the tactile sensation on the body more clear.

He felt the roundness of the man's fingertips, and there seemed to be some calluses on the cold fingertips, grasping his neck slightly rough, and a little force made him gasp for breath.

Fu Yuanqing raised his head, parted his lips lightly, and exhaled like blue.

In the shadow of lights and candles.

He was on the messy couch with his hands bound. At this moment, even the ancestor himself felt a little dazed.

Is it Young Emperor?

Why?

Or someone else...?

"Your Majesty..." Fu Yuanqing struggled again, "Your Majesty is protecting the servants in front of the Queen Mother today, and Yang Lingxue is the governor. Turning around, the Queen Mother has already made the servants suffer so much, and this way of flattering and killing will be effective today. Your Majesty will return Are you dissatisfied? Do you want to humiliate the slaves?"

The staff paused: "Praise and kill?"

Fu Yuanqing was taken aback. Although the figure in the black veil was hazy and similar in figure to the young emperor, his voice was that of another person he was familiar with: "Chen Jing?"

"It's me, old ancestor." Chen Jing said, "You said just now that you were killing...was the emperor bullying old ancestor? You have bruises on your shoulders, don't you..."

His voice was low, and as soon as he spoke, the old ancestor's illusion disappeared without a trace.

"It's nothing." Fu Yuanqing said, "It's just some grinding that a slave or a maid should suffer."

He doesn't have to know this.

In addition to adding to his troubles, it doesn't help.

Then Fu Yuanqing suddenly thought of where he was.

"Why are you here?" Fu Yuanqing asked, "This is the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The palace gate was locked not long ago. How did you get in..."

"Eunuch Debao secretly let me in."

Thinking of Debao's red eyes just now, Fu Yuanqing couldn't help frowning: "He really... doesn't care about the palace ban."

"It's Chen Jing's fault." Chen Jing said, "If the ancestor wants to punish him, he can punish me."

Fu Yuanqing will not punish him.

He sighed softly: "How could I punish you... just let go, and remove the black gauze from my eyes."

Chen Jing didn't move.

"Chen Jing?"

"Old ancestor..." Chen Jing lowered his head, and kissed his earlobe lightly, "Chen Jingye broke into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and also delayed Father Debao to commit the same crime with me. This is a felony and should be punished by you. You will not punish I, myself feel guilty, and I can't see your face without words. Forgive Chen Jing for not being able to let go of your blindfold."

"You..." Fu Yuanqing struggled again.

Chen Jing didn't let him say the next thing, so he kissed him and blocked his mouth.All the admonitions behind him were blocked in the chaotic intoxication.

The lantern exploded.

It took Chen Jing a while to let go of Fu Yuanqing, lifted the brocade quilt and got in.

The two fit tightly together.

The low couch creaked unbearably.

"I want to double cultivate with my ancestor." Chen Jingdao, "Ancestor, please allow me to offend."

"Okay, you are allowed." The old ancestor said to him helplessly.

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Jing had already bullied him and locked him firmly under him. He only kissed and touched him a few times, but the ancestor was still emotional.

Chen Jing said: "It's wet...Chen Jing helped the ancestor wipe it off."

The old ancestor's face turned pink in the dimness, he panted lightly, and did not answer.

He was a eunuch.

Using flesh and blood as a matchmaker, she will marry into the emperor's family and be a slave for the rest of her life.

There is no such pleasure, and we should not and cannot obtain such wantonness.

It was just practice to continue life, and he didn't even expect the chosen one to take it seriously.

But Chen Jing was cautious and serious about him.

Treat him like emerald jade.

Respect him as husband and wife.

Some emotions do not necessarily have to be perceived from external objects. What is missing or incomplete is filled with something a little bit, and what is surging in the withered place in the heart is the feeling that is half as agitated as the lake, sea and river.

It is the pinnacle that love can reach.

It is human relations.

It is bliss.

The night is beautiful.

The world is upside down, confused and infatuated.

It's like a swallow tapping the river water lightly, and it's like a mainstay surfing the waves.

Sometimes light, sometimes turbulent.

The ancestor became a small boat.

Ups and downs, looming.

During the ups and downs, the old ancestor's wrists had been tied above his head, he couldn't see anything, he could only perceive and bear, every surprise made him tremble.The sound of the jade tassels on the palace sash beating the bed curtains made people blush with shame.

The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot.

At the end of the song, take care to draw, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

Then the palace sash was untied, and the ancestor raised his sore wrist and put it around Chen Jing's neck, panting.

"Old ancestor... is satisfied." Chen Jing asked with a soft handkerchief beside him to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The old ancestor was panting and unable to answer, he raised his hand to tear off the black veil, and wanted to see his furnace.But was stopped by Chen Jing again.

"Chen Jing?"

"Just... tonight." Chen Jing seemed to smile, "I don't want my ancestors to see me."

Chen Jing stroked Fu Yuanqing's face in the shadow of the lamp, covering his eyes, showing a bit of weakness and helplessness in the dimness, as if this person in the world can only rely on himself, and only by relying on himself can he live.

But he knew that this person was not.

If someone hadn't been greedy for his talent and broke his wings forcibly, he would have spread his wings like a phoenix and soared high in the sky.

How could there be today.

How could it be his turn to steal jade and incense here.

There was some sadness in Chen Jing's eyes: "I don't want you to see my face, and I don't want you to look at my face and think about others... Although I am just a substitute, I want my ancestors."

"You just wanted me." The old ancestor said.

Chen Jing chuckled: "It's not just that. I'm with my ancestor. It's my ancestor who gave me his heart, and he only has eyes for me. It's me...not others..."

His love words were lingering, and he understood the strings in Fu Yuanqing's heart.

The old ancestor couldn't be angry with him, just one stupid sentence made him feel soft: "You really..."

From far away came the voice of Zhidian Supervisor beating the eunuch to tell the time.

"A moment of ugliness—! A moment of ugliness—!"

"Your Majesty is about to get up." Fu Yuanqing said, "You go back while the palace gate is about to open. Otherwise, if you are found out, you will be killed with a stick."

Chen Jing didn't answer, he cleaned his body and changed into clean obscene clothes, then he stood up and said, "Old Ancestor, I'm leaving."

The old ancestor felt a chill for no reason.

It turned out that the night when he was not in Chen Jing's arms was a bit chilly.

"Well, be careful on the way back." He didn't keep anyone, but only warned in the dark.

"it is good."

Chen Jing whispered in his ear: "Fu Yuanqing, you like me. Don't give your heart to anyone else."

After saying this.

The house fell silent.

Fu Yuanqing was taken aback.

His eyes were still hazy, only the shadow of the candle could be seen.

So he removed the black gauze to cover his eyes, the black gauze was not tied tightly, for fear of strangling the old ancestor.

Fu Yuanqing pinched the damp eyes that had been made soft by his tears just now, and laughed at himself.

"Is there anyone else who wants my heart?"

"Confused, Chen Jing."

His last few words seemed to be half whispered, echoing in the side hall.

It's just that the person who should have heard these words... has left.