The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

"Your Majesty." The old eunuch's voice came from behind the screen, interrupting the gaze between the two, "The auspicious time has come, it's time to salute."

The emperor, who was staring deeply at the person below him, straightened up and pulled Beitang Hanye up: "Come in."

The palace people filed in under the leadership of the old eunuch.

Beitang Hanye's eyes swept over them, and they were all replaced by unfamiliar faces, not the same group of people during the day.

Throughout the ages, it is rare for two men to get married, let alone an emperor who forcibly marries his courtiers or students forcibly marries his mentor, there is no etiquette to follow.

One of them was a generation of tyrants who were not buried in the imperial mausoleum after death. He had no respect for heaven and earth, no fear of ghosts and gods, and no relatives in his eyes, so he omitted all the worship when they got married.

Even the two marriage letters stamped with the seal of the priest, representing the blessing of the shrine to the marriage, were sent to the eyes, waiting for the two to write their names on them, and the face of the emperor in the firelight became more and more gorgeous and unparalleled. , Then ordered people to withdraw: "Take it away, spoil the fun."

The old eunuch was taken aback for a moment, seeing the emperor turned his head to look at the person sitting beside him, and said in a gentle and tender tone: "Master, you must not want to write your name on a marriage letter with me, right? Just right, I don't need this either." A piece of paper to prove it."

"Take it away!" The old eunuch came back to his senses and urged in a low voice.

He obviously made enough preparations to please the emperor, but in the end he flattered the horse's leg, and quickly waved to the palace people holding the marriage certificate, signaling them to hurry down.

When Chu Yiyang turned his head away, Beitang Hanye's eyes fell on the two marriage letters.

This is the first time he has seen a marriage letter in the world.

Different from the ceremony for monks to form Taoist couples, the marriage certificate of mortals has no contract power. However, in this illusion, he had the opportunity to experience how mortals get married. It’s fine for someone else to be on the marriage letter.”

There was no worship to heaven and earth, no marriage certificate to prove it, because he was poisoned and weak, and he didn't have a wedding ceremony.

When the process of human marriage came to them, there was only one knot left.

In the night wind, the peach blossoms blown from the branches floated into the palace. According to the emperor's temperament, after the old eunuch announced that the two had started to tie their hair, no bride came forward to take over.

The box containing Yuelao's red thread was held up, and the emperor took the red thread himself with a hook of his slender fingers.

He turned sideways, and stretched out his hand to pick from the chest of the person beside him, picking up the strand of black hair that he had just wrapped around his fingertips to play with.

Beitang Hanye's gaze moved with his fingertips, seeing that after Chu Yiyang hooked a strand of his own hair, he naturally took a strand of the same jet-black strand from between his hair strands, and then at the end Wrap the red thread around and around.

The knot is a husband and wife, and the white heads are inseparable.

There is a clear contrast between the white fingers and the red silk thread, and what is entangled is this long-cherished wish.

Beitang Hanye took a suffocated breath, feeling the throbbing pain that had faded before hit his chest again.

The sequelae of poisoning seem to have replaced the words of the master, reminding him in this illusion that he should not be emotional, as long as his emotions are affected by the person in front of him, he will feel pain.

Under the candlelight, the emperor in red looked so focused that he didn't notice his pain.

At this moment, under the light of the candlelight, this stunning face looked like a child of God, without any of the usual perverse and violent.

Beitang Hanye suppressed the pain in his heart, lifted his gaze from his fingertips, and stayed on his eyebrows and eyes.

As if aware of his gaze, the person with the red thread on his fingertips raised his head.

Seeing the black eyes of the person in front of him, who seemed to have receded hatred in the candlelight, giving people the illusion of tenderness, the king in red smiled at him, and took the golden scissors brought by the old eunuch with his other hand.

The golden scissors were closed, and as soon as they cut at the end of the red thread, the two bundles of hair entangled by the red thread fell into his palm.

"Teacher, look." He called the teacher, and handed the wrapped hair to Beitang Hanye, so that he could see it clearly, "From now on, the teacher will be with me, entangled to the end, and will never leave. "

As soon as these eight words caused ripples in Beitang Hanye's heart, the old eunuch announced in a timely manner: "Li Cheng——"

Then, when he watched the grown emperor stretch out his hand, he took the wooden box lined with red cloth and let the two entangled hairs fall into the box.

The old eunuch held the box and said joyfully, "I congratulate Your Majesty, the old slave. A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, so I won't bother you."

After finishing speaking, he led the palace servants behind him to salute, and then with a wave of his hand, all the palace servants standing in the palace retreated.

After placing the wooden box containing the hair under the burning red candle, he also retreated with a smile on his face.

In the Xidian, where the red candles were shining brightly, there were only two people left.

The voice of the emperor in red sounded, and he asked with a bit of tenderness: "I've wanted to say from the past that the teacher smells so good—" he prolonged the ending, and approached the person beside him, as if he was about to reveal A beautiful beast with fangs, "What incense is it?"

Watching him talking, Beitang Hanye once again lifted his hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, lowered his head to sniff frivolously, his eyes suddenly became deep.

The other person didn't notice anything, only immersed in the fragrance of white plums.

He looked for the direction where the fragrance was getting stronger and approached, his red lips stuck to the front of the red skirt, and the tip of his nose was prowling upwards. While looking for the source of the fragrance, he said, "Obviously in my palace, I use the same incense as me. But it still has a different taste from mine... what is it?"

Beitang Hanye was slightly shocked when those lips touched the side of his neck and whispered nonchalantly.

However, before he could move, his field of vision changed suddenly, and he was forcefully pushed down on the bed by the person beside him.

The bed shook, and a faint golden bell sounded from somewhere.

Under the candlelight, the beauty is like jade, and the long black hair is like a ponytail, spreading out on the red mandarin duck brocade quilt, in exchange for the infatuated gaze of the tyrant in red.

His amber eyes seem to have a magnetic force, firmly locking Beitang Hanye's gaze, and he cannot be distracted from this posture.

"Strange..." the emperor in red suddenly said, with a hint of sober doubt deep in his infatuated eyes.

He leaned forward, using his own weight to suppress all the resisting movements of the people below him, raised a hand that was restraining Beitang Hanye, and touched his face, "I 'offended' the teacher like this in the past. , the teacher has an expression of wanting to kill me and hang me out like everyone else, why didn't you resist today?"

As he spoke, his fingertips roamed over Beitang Hanye's face, stroked his face, and landed on his eyebrows.

Then he thought for a moment, and revealed a heart-wrenching smile, "Could it be that you have accepted your fate? Knowing that you will be locked up with me for the rest of your life, so you don't want to resist anymore?"

"No, it's impossible." Without waiting for the person under him to answer, he overturned the conclusion just now, and said in a soft and dangerous tone, "Let me guess, because I mentioned my younger brother, teacher Want to protect him? So... you already know that he secretly entered the imperial capital?

"If you want to divert my attention, and if you don't want me to catch him, Master Shang Shu will volunteer himself."

The red-clothed tyrant who was suppressing him straightened up, leaving two legs straddling his waist, and the golden bells on his ankles were exposed from under the red robe.

He looked down at the person he was suppressing, half of his stunning face was hidden in the shadows.

"If I had known that this would make the teacher submit obediently, I would not have pressed him on the fief and prevented him from entering the imperial capital."

Watching his movements, Beitang Hanye almost forgot the pain in his chest for a moment. Seeing him talking, his slender fingers came to his waist, and he took off the belt with complicated patterns and the tight robe. Immediately scattered, revealing the moonlight-like skin underneath.

"But you don't have to think about running, teacher. If you dare to run, I will lock you up—"

The beautiful king looked at the people below him and his eyes fell on the belt in his hand, then as if he was offended, his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.

Seeing that line of blood, the emperor's eyes turned cold: "You really don't want to."

But this coldness was only for a moment, as if changing his face, he soon showed that kind of gentle and cruel smile on his face, and wrapped the belt in his hand around the opponent's wrist.

Trapped in this body, Jian Zun, who was tormented by pain every emotion, heard him say, "... Teacher, I need to know one thing. The more reluctant you are, the more excited I will be. In the wedding night, I am absolutely It won't stop just because you vomit blood twice, the teacher had better swallow the blood back."

Looking at his blood-stained lips and painfully frowned eyebrows, the bloodthirsty and tyrannical thoughts in the superior's heart were completely ignited, his eyes sank, he dropped the hand that was only half tied by the belt, and leaned over to kiss him .

It's not like a kiss.

The person pressing on him was more like trying to tear him apart, the style was completely different from that in the cave.

Coupled with being distracted by the throbbing pain in his heart and the blackening in front of his eyes one after another, Beitang Hanye couldn't judge whether the person in front of him was the person he was looking for in this bloody kiss.

But even so, the familiar passion and desire were still completely burning in him.

The king pressing on him felt the heat rising from his lower abdomen, as if a mark was burning on it.

The king in red, who has never suppressed himself, stretched out his hand and tore off the belt of the person under him. When transferring the kiss to his neck, with both hands, he pulled the robe that the palace people put on him when he was unconscious. ripped off.

The emperor who reigns over the world is also accustomed to absolute control between the beds. He originally wanted to complete his unfinished movements in the kiss and tie the hands of the people under him, but felt that one hand fell on his waist, full of excitement. The desire to control.

The tyrant narrowed his eyes and straightened up from the bed.

He looked at the beauty with disheveled robes and red marks on her skin, and stared at those eyes for a moment, and then there was a somewhat unexpected light in them: "Teacher wants to go to me?"

There was a moment of silence in the bed tent.

After a while, Beitang Hanye got rid of the pain, and it was the first time tonight that the voice of Beitang Hanye sounded calm and calm as if nothing happened: "Since Your Majesty said that he likes me, how much can he do for me?"

"Please me, prove it to me."

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The author has something to say:

十七2021/10/1423:06:02

Killing me

think 1

抱木2021/10/1423:09:03

hahahahahahahahahahaha

Just like the villain always has to say a lot when he catches the protagonist

a sudden attack

He is also going to give a speech

十七2021/10/1423:19:01

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

In fact, thinking about Brother Chu talking too much, there is no other way. Whoever let Beitang's mood fluctuate will be interrupted by the poison, and he can't speak (

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