The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

Paralyzed back on the bed again, the funeral batch let go for a while before gradually relieving the discomfort.

Yin Wuzhi knelt by the couch and looked at him, and asked, "Do you want to eat something more?"

If I hadn't eaten something, maybe I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable when I was shaken.

The funeral batch made no sound.

Ignoring people again, Yin Wuzhi was lying on the head of the bed, his chin resting on his arms, his long eyelashes were raised, and his eyes were facing the profile of Sangpi.

From the front, Jiang Wu and Yao Ji look very similar, but in fact, from the side, they look more like the late emperor.Yin Wuzhi also stayed in Guanjing for a few years when he was young, and he still vaguely remembers the appearance of the late emperor before his illness, he was handsome and handsome, and I heard that he was also a handsome man who was famous in Guanjing when he was young.

But Jiang Wu's appearance is more refined, fragile like glass, although lifeless, but has a particularly ethereal and refined temperament.

Yin Wuzhi rested his chin and changed his posture, but his gaze never moved.

After finishing emptying, Jiang Wu tilted his head and met his eyes: "Let you kneel, did you kneel?"

Yin Wuzhi regained his senses, straightened his waist and looked straight ahead, and said, "Kneel down."

Jiang Wu didn't speak again.

Yin Wuzhi focused on the open space in front of him, and gradually turned his eyes to look at Jiang Wu. After meeting his eyes again, he reflexively avoided his gaze, and said, "Tomorrow, it's morning time again. Your Majesty has rested for so long, so we can't delay any longer." .”

The ethereal and refined funeral batch overflowed with resentment: "Why?"

"Everyone is covering up for you during this time, but you can't be sick for so long at a young age, you can't keep fooling around, you will be spotted." Yin Wuzhi paused, and said: "Think about it, if Let everyone know that you are lazy, can you still be lazy?"

...Yin Wuzhi actually saw that he was being lazy.

If everyone knows, he will be annoyed to death by those officials.

Yin Wuzhi couldn't let Yin Wuzhi see that he was afraid, so he frightened him back.

"If you want me to go to court, it's not impossible. Yin Aiqing will serve me well first, and if she is happy, I will go naturally."

"I hug you everywhere I go, every day I think about how I can make you eat more, and I have to blow it cold and deliver it to your mouth, not to mention clothes, have you ever stretched out your hand?" Yin Wuzhi couldn't help sarcasm : "I almost fed you mouth to mouth."

Jiang Wu stared at him all of a sudden.

Yin Wuzhi: "What are you looking at, don't even think about it."

In the short silence, Yin Wuzhi wondered if he really wanted to feed him mouth to mouth, and then he heard Jiang Wu say: "Whoever allows you to use honorific words for me, you are presumptuous."

It was this.

Yin Wuzhi's expression softened, ignoring the inexplicable melancholy, and said: "I'm rude, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"A kiss will spare you."

Do you have nothing else but this method?Yin Wuzhi gouged him out, "Do you know what self-respect is?"

"If you don't, I will order someone to take off your clothes and stuff them in the bed curtain."

"..."

Yin Wuzhi's face was as black as a pot of charcoal.

It wasn't because of being threatened, he found that every time Jiang Wu forced him to do this kind of thing, he obviously didn't want to do it, but his body seemed to enjoy it.

The Hunjun forced him to humiliate him and put him to death. He should have hated him, hated him and hated him, but he always seemed to be lowered. Because the other party asked for a kiss, his heart beat faster, and he would even quietly look forward to touching him.

... But Jiang Wu clearly didn't really like him, but simply wanted to play with him.

Yin Wuzhi's tone was gloomy: "I can stay by your side and do things for you, but I won't listen to such orders in the future."

"I have the final say." Jiang Wu said, "Three numbers, if you don't agree, I will order someone to strip your clothes."

Yin Wuzhi turned a blind eye.

"three."

He will no longer let Jiang Wu do whatever he wants, and agreeing to stay by his side is already the greatest indulgence to himself.

"two."

Monarchs and ministers should abide by their duties.

"one."

Never give in.

Jiang Wu shouted: "Sixteen."

A figure came to the light and knelt down to salute.

"Take off his clothes."

Sixteen did not hesitate to attack Yin Wuzhi.

The figures of the two changed, and they fought more than ten moves in an instant. The candlelight in the hall was shaking, and they fought silently, only the sound of the palm wind and the cloth rubbing could be heard.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes, yawned, and said, "Call for help."

As a major general of the Eagle Army, Yin Wuzhi grew up in the Southern Border since he was a child. He has experienced many open and secret confrontations. As a secret guard, Yin Wuzhi fought against him openly, and it was really difficult to gain advantage.

The so-called helper is to make a big noise in the house, so that the guards outside will find out that Yin Wuzhi is no match for four hands with two fists, and he will undoubtedly lose.

A hidden weapon flew towards the teacup on the table. Yin Wuzhi flipped his sleeves and rolled them up. He said coldly, "Do you know what he's doing? If you make trouble in front of the guards, it's because of his absurd request. Is Manchu a joke?"

Sixteen, as if he had never heard of it, turned over and jumped towards the candlestick on one side.

This guy only obeys Jiang Wu's orders!

He is like a machine, regardless of whether the owner's instructions are good or bad, safe or dangerous, he can only execute them.

Yin Wuzhi rushed over to hold the candlestick, but when he turned his face, he saw him throwing himself at the decoration on one side.

...It is no different from the war dogs raised by the Yin family.

Yin Wuzhi exploded: "Tell him to stop and disappear."

Jiang Wu ignored him.

"I depend on you."

Sixteen, who was about to throw a blue and white porcelain vase to the ground, stopped, quietly waiting for the emperor's next instruction.

After a long silence, Jiang Wucai said, "Yes."

Sixteen calmly put the porcelain bottle back, turned around and jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Yin Wuzhi stood in front of the window and took a deep breath.

Do you want to kiss? It's not like you haven't kissed before. What's wrong with kissing?

He hurried to the dragon couch, grabbed the mourner on the bed, and stretched out his hand to grab his chin.

Sangpi was held in his hand like a toy, and he tilted his head when he saw this.

There was no emotion in those inorganic eyes.

Jiang Wu didn't like him at all, but he wanted to play with him.

"Why?" Yin Wuzhi pinched his face, his eyes flushed, "Why do you insist on forcing me... to treat you like this."

Wow, I'm about to cry again.

What a bully.

Sangpi's mouth was pinched into a twitter, and his speech was slurred, but this did not prevent his stupid king from speaking: "Zheng wants to provoke Dengxi, there is no reason for a philosopher."

Fortunately, Yin Wuzhi understood: "To you, I'm just a thing?"

Sangpi felt the pain: "Shake Zheng away."

Yin Wuzhi let go, and there were red finger marks on Sangpi's face, but his expression remained calm: "I like you, you are a thing, I don't like you, you are nothing."

Yin Wuzhi's mouth was pursed into a curve, and then straightened in an instant.

"This is what you like." He said angrily, "Superficial, cheap!"

"The kindness to you is as heavy as a mountain." Jiang Wu's tone did not even include charity, he stated calmly: "Your whole family should be grateful."

Yin Wuzhi looked so angry, as if he was going to swallow him alive.

Jiang Wu smelled the sweetness of death, and spared no effort to add fuel and jealousy: "My dear, you don't want me to strip you naked..."

Yin Wuzhi blocked his mouth heavily.

Jiang Wu was forced to raise his face by holding the back of his head.

His clear eyeballs stared at the corners of Yin Wuzhi's eyes.

I really love to cry, I cry when I kiss, I cry when I look at him, and I don’t know when I will grow up.

In other words, is it really possible for such a person to become an emperor through the ages in the future?Is there any possibility of the so-called history being tampered with?

Yin Wuzhi really wanted to bite him, to see if he dared to force himself to kiss him again.

This stupid gentleman is really abominable.

But suddenly remembered that voice: "It hurts."

He tightened his arms, encircling the soft and boneless person in his arms, acting recklessly with instinct.

When Jiang Wu was let go, his whole brain was dizzy.

Yin Wuzhi squeezed his chin open, only to hear the sound of him inhaling.

What the hell is this? If you don't help him open his mouth, will he really let himself suffocate to death?

Yin Wuzhi was in a complicated mood, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's as you wish."

That's right.

But what Jiang Wu wanted to see was Yin Wuzhi's resistance, not his obedience.

Probably not too bad, after all, Yin Wuzhi's face looked terrifying.

Jiang Wu looked at him quietly and said, "Not enough."

"Don't push yourself any further."

"Do you want to kneel, or sleep with me?"

Yin Wuzhi did not hesitate: "Kneel."

"Then go on kneeling."

"..." I thought this sentence was the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be the end. Why didn't the Hunjun continue to threaten him.

Yin Wuzhi supported his head and let him lie down, then pulled the quilt to cover him.Jiang Wu habitually closed his eyes and began to feel drowsy.

Yin Wuzhi could only kneel down at the head of the bed.

After a while, Jiang Wu heard his voice: "Well, sleep, just, sleep?"

Jiang Wu's brain started to get confused: "Yes."

What else can sleep be if it is not sleep?

Yin Wuzhi was silent.

It is not uncommon to kneel in the past, but today the pair of knees seem to be kneeling on the tip of a needle, and they always want to straighten up.

"His Majesty."

Jiang Wu didn't move.

The sleeve was pulled, and Jiang Wu snorted again.

"Knee hurts."

"Well……"

"I want to sleep too."

"Oh."

"...Choose again, okay?"

The palm of his hand was scraped lightly, Jiang Wu curled his fingers timidly, and Yin Wuzhi's voice came again: "Choose again, the minister also wants to sleep, Your Majesty?"

"Ah."

"Then, I went up?"

"..."

Yin Wuzhi quietly got on the dragon couch, and said in a low voice, "I only sleep, I don't sleep."

Jiang Wu gradually fell asleep.

Yin Wuzhi didn't know how to ask the funeral approval, but he was still asking himself: "Is there only one quilt?"

Next to the dragon couch, there is a neatly stacked quilt in the sleeping place for the servants.

"Your Majesty, go over there a little, I can't sleep."

"..." Yin Wuzhi was good at poking Sangpi's face lightly.

Really fell asleep.

Then, I had to move him a little inside.

Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hand, Sangpi's body was still soft, and he was completely motionless when he was sleeping, at the mercy of others.

The sweet cinnamon filled his arms and nose, and he agreed to move the person inside, but Yin Wuzhi closed his arms in a strange way.

He pressed Sangpi's forehead and stared at his lips.

It turned out that it was not so red.