you are unspeakable

This time Emperor Mingde slept in his bedroom, and Song Cui took over Zhong Sheng's job and served him the whole time.After Song Cui took off the dragon robe for Emperor Mingde, he came over with pajamas and prepared to change it for Emperor Mingde. A few traces of red appeared, and he felt a little embarrassed. Song urged him to change his pajamas and was about to take off his clothes... Emperor Mingde pulled his clothes and coughed lightly: "I can do it myself, you go and let Zhong Sheng I'll find you a set of comfortable clothes to change into, and I'll...just take a rest outside in a while."

He did not wear armor when he entered the palace this time, but a dark blue official uniform. The collar and cuffs of the official government are made of stiff fabric. It is really uncomfortable to wear and sleep. Song Cui nodded: "Okay, I will go now..." After finishing speaking, Song Cui showed reluctance, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, after changing your clothes, can you come over and talk to Your Majesty?"

Emperor Mingde's eyes dodged a little, and Song Cui's eyes were burning. How could Emperor Mingde fail to hear the anticipation of his words? His ears were slightly red when Song Cui looked at him, and he nodded slightly: "Yes."

Song Cui's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around and went out of the room.

After all, Zhong Sheng was the one who served the emperor, so he ordered the people next to him to serve Song Cui, while he himself went into the room to continue Song Cui's inconvenient work, and walked over with his head bowed to change Emperor Ming De's pajamas.

Emperor Mingde was used to being served by others since he was a child, and he never felt that there was anything wrong with it, but today he was a little awkward. He waved his hand to let Zhong Sheng stand aside, and he changed it slowly by himself, but it was a bit clumsy after all. Be a little loose.

Zhong Sheng wanted to remind him, but seeing Emperor Mingde's high spirits, he stopped talking. Emperor Mingde's mood fluctuated too much tonight, and he had just calmed down a lot. He really didn't want to refute Emperor Mingde, but only praised him.

Emperor Mingde smiled: "Where is Song Cui? Let him come in and talk with me. When the weather is hot, let the imperial dining room prepare some warm and easy-to-digest food."

Zhong Sheng nodded and went out, and then there was the sound of steady footsteps, and Song Cui walked in. At this time, Emperor Mingde was leaning on the long couch by the window, and there was a small pear wood table on the couch. The incense burner, the green smoke from the burner hovers above it, and then escapes into the room.

What the emperor used must be ambergris, a smell that ordinary people can't smell at all.

Just like the young emperor wearing light yellow satin pajamas under the candlelight, with black hair half up, and snowy skin, so unsightly.

Emperor Mingde raised his eyes to look at Song Cui, his handsome eyebrows were lingering with a little laziness, his eyelashes trembled slightly like a feather fan, Song Cui stood there, just staring blankly, as if the feather fan was trembling in his heart , so trembling that he forgot to move.

The tall young man in a snow-white tunic stood five steps away from him, looking at him without hiding his gaze. Emperor Mingde only felt that he was slightly warmed by his gaze. He pointed to the position opposite the table, Trying to maintain his composure, he said, "Sit down."

Only then did Song Cui come back to his senses, and carefully sat on the side of the couch with his head down, his movements a little cautious and helpless.

In the helplessness, there was also the annoyance that I was not prepared when I suddenly saw my sweetheart.

All of these were seen by Emperor Mingde. He had also experienced this helpless helplessness and embarrassment before.

It's just that following the death of his mother and concubine, his ascension to the throne, and that person's marriage, he has slowly buried them in his heart.

Seeing Song Cui today, Emperor Mingde inevitably remembered his youthful thoughts many years ago, he lowered his head, with a slight sadness in the corner of his eyes that he didn't realize.

This melancholy was quickly noticed by Song Cui, who had never left his eyes.

"Your Majesty," Song Cui approached slowly, worry appeared in his eyes: "Your Majesty is still thinking about political affairs?"

Emperor Mingde shook his head, then smiled: "It's so late, Zhongshen still wants to talk about state affairs with me?"

"I don't want to talk about state affairs with Your Majesty at all." Song Cui gently lay down on the pear wood table, staring at Emperor Ming De with a pair of dark eyes tenderly: "I want to chat with Your Majesty about other things, anything is fine."

"I also want to tell you something else." Emperor Mingde changed his posture and relaxed: "It's just that I suddenly don't know what to say, why not say it Zhongshen, I listen?"

"Okay," Song Cui agreed, he thought for a while, and said, "Your Majesty, let me tell you how the people outside the palace live, okay?"

"Well... the people outside the palace tell me every day that I want to hear about the days of loyalty and prudence, but I don't like to hear about others."

Song Cui raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Yes."

Song Cui began to speak, his voice was thick and deep, his upper body was lying on the pear blossom low table, his long legs were staggered and stepped on the pedals, his knees were wronged, he was very close to Emperor Ming De, and the shoulders of the two were only half an arm In the distance, Song Cui vividly talked about the mountain scenery he had played and seen since he was a child.

High mountains, peaks, mountain breezes, clear streams, game.

Every word seemed to bring Emperor Mingde back to the place where he grew up as a young man. Emperor Mingde seemed to be standing in Minzi County, watching that stubborn five-year-old boy grow up and grow into a man who is now taller and stronger than himself. The young man, the young man with handsome eyebrows and improved stature, now grows into a young man who is full of his heart and eyes.

Emperor Mingde seemed to be listening, but didn't seem to be listening, Song Cui's words got farther and farther away, his gaze gradually moved down from the young man's beautiful eyes, walked over his tall nose bridge, and came to the thin, open and closed eyes. on the lips.

As if bewitched, Emperor Mingde didn't know that he had sat up with his body propped up, let alone that he was getting closer to Song Cui, and didn't realize that Song Cui's voice had stopped following his movements. , just motionless, waiting for Emperor Mingde to approach.

The distance between them was unbelievably close, and Emperor Mingde's rapid and scorching breath sprayed on the tip of Song Cui's nose, causing a shudder in Song Cui's chest. Song Cui lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on Emperor Mingde's eyelashes , an indescribable heat and throbbing rose in my heart.

Song Cui has never been so close to Emperor Mingde, the aloof emperor is at a distance he can touch at any time, his white face like jade, ruddy lips, good eyebrows and soft hair are enough to make anyone A man couldn't help pushing him down, then kissed and rubbed fiercely.

He is so beautiful, he looks like the moon in the sky from a distance, cold and untouchable, but at a close distance, he is also a banished fairy in the sky, but he has attracted the desires of the mortal world.

But Song Cui still retained the last trace of sobriety.

Of course he wanted the exile's body to be stained with his own scent, but it's not as good as an immortal to degenerate himself by taking the initiative to drag the immortal into the dust. It's fascinating to be mixed with him, an ordinary person.

Song Cui's eyes were full of confidence that he was bound to win. Soon, this beautiful man would be inseparable from him, and would personally peel off the bright yellow pajamas on him that was an eyesore and symbolized the highest power in Dachang for himself.

Song Cui's heart was filled with huge desires.

He had never felt so thirsty for a moment like now.

Emperor Ming De also felt hot.

His blurred eyes fell on the rosy lips in front of him.

There is only one thought in his mind at the moment—how soft are those lips?

He wants to try.

Just when the four lips were about to stick together, Zhong Sheng's voice sounded outside.

"Your Majesty, the slaves have brought food over."

Emperor Mingde woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, he was startled with fright, his heart was beating extremely fast, he retreated abruptly, Song Cui was afraid that he would retreat too violently and hit the pillar by the side of the couch, so he quickly stretched out his hand to grab his arm .

Emperor Mingde only felt that the place Song Cui touched was so hot that he panicked, and this panic pervaded his brown eyes.

Song Cui let go of his palm across the table, but couldn't help touching his arm, with a sense of comfort, then quickly withdrew his hand, and said gently, "Your Majesty, be careful that you hit him."

Emperor Mingde hummed in a low voice, cleared his throat, and called Zhong Sheng in while sorting out his flustered mood.

Emperor Mingde didn't dare to look at Song Cui beside him the whole time after he ate the food without taste. It happened that it was getting late, so he waved Song Cui to leave.

Song Cui said goodbye softly, turned around and went to the outside room, and rested on the bed prepared by Zhong Sheng.

But this night, the two people inside and outside were destined to not be able to sleep well.