I and Mr. untie the shirts [rebirth]

Ji Huan bumped into Zhao Cheng's body unexpectedly, and his forehead just hit his chin.Ji Huan clutched his sore forehead, thinking that Zhao Cheng's chin probably felt bad too.Sure enough, Zhao Cheng frowned unconsciously, but still hugged Ji Huan tightly and refused to let go.

Ji Huan: "..."

The drunken man was extremely powerful, and finally Ji Huan silently pleaded guilty and performed a unique skill - he grabbed the itchy flesh on Zhao Cheng's waist, only to see Zhao Cheng shake his body, sideways his body vigorously, The hand that dominated Ji Huan also reached out to his waist.

Only then did Ji Huan heave a sigh of relief, and Shi Shiran got up from the boy's couch.He fixed his appearance in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, and finally curled his lips in disgust, and called a servant to take care of Zhao Cheng, while he went to the room where he often rested, and changed his clothes from top to bottom.

When Zhao Cheng woke up, it was already sunset.He slept refreshedly, and vaguely saw Ji Huan's quiet figure, holding a scroll by the window and reading with gusto, it was a good day not to be envious of immortals.He called out in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Changqing? What's wrong with me?"

Hearing the sound, Ji Huan put down the book, turned around and smiled at him: "Your Majesty is drunk, I think he drank too happily at today's birthday banquet."

Zhao Cheng: "..." I'm so happy!

Ji Huan came over with hangover soup, only then did Zhao Cheng realize that he didn't seem to be wearing the same clothes as before, even the crown was changed.Zhao Cheng was taken aback, his first reaction was what was he doing changing clothes when he had nothing to do?The second reaction was, but if he really did something to him, he would definitely not be as peaceful as he is now.

So Zhao Cheng had mixed feelings in his heart, both relief and disappointment.

Zhao Chengshun obediently poured down a bowl of hangover soup, and looked at the sky outside, it was almost dark.He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, thinking that it was so easy to celebrate his birthday, and it was wasted by a bunch of irrelevant old guys like this; if there were only the two of them, how many things he could do!

Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng said to Ji Huan: "Changqing, I drank too much this morning and didn't taste the taste, why don't you drink some more with me."

Ji Huan shook his head: "No, Your Majesty didn't even eat in the afternoon. Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is not good for your health."

Zhao Cheng propped up his arms and sat up straight: "Then I'll ask them to cook some delicious dishes, how about we eat and drink?"

The food and wine were quickly put on the table, Zhao Cheng poured two cups of wine enthusiastically, and raised his glass to Ji Huan: "Mr. Qing, I am very happy."

There were only the two of them, and even the waiter was dispatched. This was indeed the scene he had originally hoped for.

Fortunately, there are still a few hours.

Ji Huan raised his glass and drank it down.He said apologetically, "I should respect Your Majesty first."

They ate and drank, talked happily, and were very close.Ji Huan was poor at drinking, and after a while he blushed and smirked: "Ah, Ah..."

Zhao Chengsheng's heart skipped two beats at the sound of his milky name.He took a deep look at Ji Huan, and asked softly: "What?"

Ji Huan stood up unsteadily, knelt down behind Zhao Cheng with a "plop" and said, "I, I'll tie your hair."

With that said, Ji Huan tore off Zhao Cheng's crown.

The white jade crown rolled away so far that they could no longer see it.Zhao Cheng's long hair was spread out, covering half of his face and the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

Ji Huan grabbed his hair.

Ji Huan's attack was neither serious nor serious, and he tore off several strands of Zhao Cheng's hair in a short while.Fortunately, he was drunk, otherwise he would not know how to accuse him.Zhao Cheng seemed to feel no pain, and let him do whatever he wanted on his head.

After a long time, Ji Huan finally grasped all the black hairs in his hands, and organized them into a fairly flat shape.He looked left and right, and said to Zhao Cheng, "Ah Gu, take a look..."

Zhao Cheng nodded quickly: "Changqing is very skilled."

Ji Huan patted his neck lightly: "What are you talking about, sir."

Zhao Cheng: "...Mr. is very skilled."

Ji Huan himself seemed very satisfied, he grabbed Zhao Cheng's hair with one hand, and touched it around with the other.After a long while, he regretted saying: "Oh, there is no hair tie." Before he finished speaking, the large bundle of hair that was easily combed together was mercilessly scattered back and forth.

Zhao Cheng: "..."

Ji Huan comforted, "Don't be in a hurry, sir, I'm going to get you a beautiful ribbon." He stood up while talking, staggering, not knowing where he was going.

After walking less than five steps, Ji Huan staggered and fell forward.Zhao Cheng quickly took two steps and supported him.

Ji Huan glanced at Zhao Cheng in confusion, and after a while he called out uncertainly: "Your Majesty?"

Zhao Cheng frowned and corrected, "Ah Gu."

Ji Huan shook his head: "I forgot, Ah Huan has already been crowned."

"His Majesty."

"Ah Gu!" Zhao Cheng didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly said stubbornly: "Sir!"

How beautiful the past is. I am not the lord of the people, I am not a minister of power, so I don’t have to be careful, and I don’t have to worry about it.If you also miss that fleeting time, why should I be soul-stirring, why should I need a jade hall with golden steps?

But even in a drunken dream, can we still not get rid of the shackles of the monarch and his ministers?

Dependent on each other, the court is ups and downs, iron horses are fighting, and in the end there is a trace of blood that almost drives people crazy.Everyone regretted that Zhenyang Jinghou died young, but no one knew how he was inseparable after Ji Huan's death.

The more fresh and enthusiastic the past, the more at a loss what to do.People who are stuck in the quagmire don't need to make trouble to get rid of it.Zhao Cheng's pupils constricted, and he suddenly gnawed viciously on Ji Huan's mouth.

That domineering and fierce nibbling full of discomfort probably couldn't be considered a kiss at all.A single spark started a prairie fire, and Zhao Cheng's mind was instantly burnt to the point that there was nothing left.He only cared about inhaling the warm breath with the aroma of pepper wine, to prove that all this is not in vain.

Until Ji Huan struggled uncomfortably.

And Zhao Cheng suddenly stiffened.

Waking up like a dream.

He reluctantly made the intimate distance gradually larger until it returned to the relationship between the monarch and his subjects that was maintained under his reason and suffering.The world is merciless, if this distance is the safest and most beautiful, extravagant demands are nothing but hopeless, as for the others——

How can I be willing.

But Ji Huan actually fell asleep peacefully during that dangerous and unusual kiss.

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