you are unspeakable

Song Cui carefully waited for Emperor Mingde to take off the cloak he had just put on and the outer robe he had worn out from the dormitory. Emperor Mingde raised his head and allowed him to move, his eyes fell on his knuckle-knit palms, only feeling novelty.

Born in the royal family, he was served by people since he was a child. Now that he is an emperor, there is no shortage of people who come to serve him, but most of them are court ladies and eunuchs. Emperor Ming De has never been so close to any serious courtier.

Perhaps Song Cui was different from others, Emperor Ming De thought to himself, this young man who was as fiery as fire suddenly rushed to his side, although the time was short, but...

"Your Majesty," Song Cui's voice recalled Emperor Mingde's thoughts, and he whispered, "Is the quilt thin? I just felt cold when I touched His Majesty's hand. I made a Tang Pozi for Your Majesty and put it under the quilt." " As he was about to go, Emperor Ming De took his arm, shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe the wind was blowing outside just now, what time is it, it's almost summer, and you still use Mrs. Tang? Is it because I want to die from the heat? I will be warm when I lie down."

Seeing that Emperor Mingde persisted, Song Cui stopped talking.

Emperor Mingde lay down under the quilt under Song Cui's service. The thin quilt in spring smelled faintly of sandalwood, and the bed under him was not as soft as the one in Changle Palace's bedroom, but it had a kind of back and buttocks that could stick to the bed. In a calm manner, Emperor Mingde took one last look at the young man guarding his bed, and closed his eyes reassuringly.

He originally thought that he was just closing his eyes and recuperating until dawn, but he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

After sleeping until morning was approaching, Emperor Mingde opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and satisfied, he had not slept so well for a long time.

As soon as Emperor Mingde woke up, Song Cui got up and walked over. The room was quiet, and Song Cui's voice was low, for fear of frightening Emperor Mingde: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

"Well," Emperor Mingde responded in a low voice, sat up propped up, and glanced out the window: "It's already this hour?"

"It's half an hour before the morning court," Song urged, "I will wait for His Majesty to change clothes."

After hearing Song Cui's words, Emperor Mingde realized that the dragon robe and boots had been placed on the table, and he looked at Song Cui suspiciously.

Song Cui came over to gargle Emperor Mingde with tea and green salt, and explained: "Your Majesty fell asleep and the minister sent someone to tell Director Zhong Sheng about His Majesty's rest here, so that Director Zhong won't see His Majesty's fright when he wakes up." , Manager Zhong sent these over after knowing about it."

"Loyal and cautious," Emperor Mingde said in his heart. After cleaning his teeth, he sat on the side of the bed, while Song Cui squatted down and held Mingde Emperor's fair feet to put on shoes and socks for him.

Song Cui was tall and tall, with strong and warm palms. He held Emperor Ming De's heel with one hand, and put his socks on him clumsily with the other hand.

Song Cui's movements were really unfamiliar. Emperor Mingde's eyes fell on his somewhat bewildered fingers unconsciously, and he couldn't help chuckling: "It seems that our champion of martial arts didn't wear socks for others."

"Your Majesty..." Song Cui's tone was a little helpless. Seeing that he hadn't put it on for a long time, he found Emperor Mingde's round toes curled up from time to time. Song Cui now understood that the owner of the feet was teasing him secretly.

Song Cui simply sat down at Emperor Mingde's feet, held Emperor Mingde's ankles, pulled his feet onto his stomach and stepped on them, grabbed the sides of the socks with both hands, and put them on with a slap.

Emperor Mingde was taken aback by Song Cui's quick-tempered action of putting on socks, then his shoulders shook, and he couldn't help but let out a burst of hearty and joyful laughter.

Song urged him to go, fasten the belt, put on the other foot in the same way, and then put boots on them respectively.

Emperor Mingde's laughter stopped when his feet landed on the ground, but the smile in his eyes hadn't dissipated yet, Song Cui shook off his dragon robe and stood behind Emperor Mingde, and said helplessly, "How long will Your Majesty want to laugh at the minister? "

"I think you are loyal and cute. Wearing a sock for me is a real thing. I just like it." Emperor Ming De put one hand into his sleeve, turned slightly, raised his eyes and looked at Song Cui, his voice was gentle, like It's like coaxing an angry child at home: "Are you angry with me?"

"No," Song Cui hooked the corner of his mouth: "As long as your majesty is happy and smiles more, it's fine for you to make a fool of yourself many times." He put on the other sleeve for Emperor Mingde while holding his dragon robe, and then He pulled out his belt from the side and took Emperor Ming De to tie the belt for him.

If Zhong Sheng was present, he would definitely scold Song Cui for being presumptuous. How could such a way of serving Emperor Mingde in his arms appear? The young man, and Emperor Mingde did not reject Song Cui's approach, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, so close that Emperor Mingde's chin was only a finger-knuckle away from Song Cui's shoulder.

"Your Majesty should eat more," Song urged to smooth the folds on Emperor Mingde's belt from back to front, but the movement seemed to be measuring Emperor Mingde's waist with his hands: "Your Majesty is too thin."

Being touched by a male body on the waist made Emperor Mingde a little embarrassed, but seeing Song Cui's serious and solemn appearance, he couldn't say anything to reprimand him, so he could only nod slightly.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere lingering in the room, but Zhong Sheng who was guarding outside was invisible, he just felt anxious, seeing that the morning morning was about to start, and His Majesty hadn't come out yet, Zhong Sheng looked at the door frequently, I just hope to see His Majesty push the door out at the next glance.

He also wanted to knock on the door to ask, but His Majesty actually stayed here last night with Song Cui, and the bell was not sure what was going on, for fear of making Emperor Mingde unhappy.

Just as anxious as ants on a hot pan were about to be cooked, the door creaked open, and Emperor Ming De walked out slowly, followed by Song Cui in armor.

Emperor Mingde sat on the imperial court and looked at Song Cui with a smile: "Zhongshen can pay the price quickly, don't miss the time to go to court, or I will punish you."

Song Cui cupped his hands and said confidently: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the minister's footsteps are fast, and the custodian of His Majesty has arrived, and the minister has also arrived."

Emperor Mingde raised his eyebrows: "You really don't need me to let you walk a hundred steps?"

"No, it's His Majesty instead," Song Cui smiled confidently, "Is it necessary for your Majesty to take a hundred steps?"

Emperor Mingde raised his hand, and the bearers got up the sedan chair. Emperor Mingde looked down at him: "Okay, then Zhongshen will let me take a hundred steps."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Huan slowly left Song Cui's yard, and when Song Cui was no longer in sight, Zhong Sheng asked, "What is your Majesty betting with Xiao Song?"

"Bet on who will come to the morning court first," the smile on Emperor Mingde's face lasted for a long time: "Zhong Sheng, let them hurry up, I don't want to lose."

"Okay," Zhong Sheng raised his voice to order, and then asked with a smile: "I don't know what the bet between His Majesty and Lord Xiao Song is, so that His Majesty is so interested."

"Bet..." Emperor Mingde clapped his hands angrily: "I forgot when you said that, and I didn't make a bet when I was so busy with betting. I made a mistake."

In Zhong Sheng's eyes was Emperor Mingde's long-lost smile, and he was happy, and hurriedly coaxed: "Your Majesty, don't be annoyed, just think about the bet along the way, and let him cash in when he wins Master Xiao Song."

Emperor Mingde leaned on the chair and nodded.