you are unspeakable

Emperor Mingde tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and he barely fell asleep in the middle of the night. On the second day, Zhong Sheng checked the time and entered the hall to wake up Emperor Mingde. When he went outside, he saw that Song Cui was fully dressed, and the eunuch accompanying him was waiting on him. After washing up, Zhong Sheng greeted him and went inside.

Emperor Mingde didn't sleep well, and he would wake up before the morning court, and he rarely fell asleep. This time when Zhong Sheng walked in, he saw that the curtain beside the dragon bed had not been lifted. A trace of surprise flashed in Zhong Sheng's eyes, and he quietly stepped back. go out.

"Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet," Zhong Sheng whispered, "Lord Xiao Song, are you waiting for Your Majesty here?"

Song Cui smiled: "Your Majesty didn't let the minister leave, so he waited here."

Zhong Sheng nodded and waited outside.The two waited for a long time without hearing any movement inside. Song Cui thought of something, and before Zhong Sheng came in, he turned around and went to the inner room, walked straight to the dragon bed, lifted the curtain, and looked towards the bed.

Emperor Mingde lying on the bright yellow dragon bed was breathing heavily, his fair cheeks were flushed, Song Cui bent down, the heat from Emperor Mingde's body spread to his face along with the breath he exhaled, Song Cui reached out and touched his cheek lightly. On his forehead, the tentacles were hot, and his eyes fell on his dry and pale lips.

Concern flashed across Song Cui's face, and he said to Zhong Sheng who walked in, "Your Majesty has a fever, Mr. Zhong, please go to the imperial doctor."

Zhong Sheng also found it strange, and was about to come in to see why Emperor Mingde hadn't woken up yet. Hearing this, he trotted over and stood beside Song Cui to take a look, and blamed himself: "It's all the slave's fault, Your Majesty is never late Come on... this slave will send someone to call the imperial doctor, Mr. Xiao Song, and I hope you will stay by His Majesty's side to attend to the illness."

"The general manager will recommend himself even if he doesn't mention it." Song Cui's eyes were full of worry: "Your Majesty is sick, how can I leave?"

When Zhong Sheng heard this, he felt comforted in his heart, and quickly ordered someone to invite the imperial doctor.

After some diagnosis and treatment, the imperial doctor prescribed medicine and left. Not long after, Zhong Sheng came in with soup and medicine.

"Your Majesty must have been overjoyed after hearing the good news last night, and then he was thrown down by some big people. He was overjoyed and angry, and worried and worried, so he became hot." Zhong Sheng sighed: "It's the old slave's fault, the old slave Last night, it was time for someone to give His Majesty some hot soup and medicine before letting His Majesty sleep."

Song Cui frowned after hearing this, and asked, "My lord, Your Majesty's body... is always like this?"

"Since that incident back then, Your Majesty has been unable to let go of it. Over the years, no matter what you do, you have been thinking about it. Over time, it has become an obsession. But you also know that after your Majesty ascends the throne, you have to fight wits and courage with ministers. Don't look at Your Majesty. He is in good spirits on weekdays, but he doesn’t sleep well at night.” Zhong Sheng’s voice was full of distress: “Your Majesty has never treated anyone like Mr. Xiao Song in so many years. Lord Song is by your side, His Majesty can sleep better."

"It's my fault. I didn't listen carefully to the movement inside at night." Song Cui also felt uncomfortable in his heart: "Let Your Majesty have a fever."

"Master Xiao Song, don't say that," Zhong Sheng hurriedly comforted him, and handed the soup in his hand to Song Cui: "This servant is going to the small kitchen to cook breakfast for His Majesty himself, can Master Xiao Song..."

"The lower official was just about to ask the manager if he could let the lower official serve His Majesty to drink the medicine," Song urged, taking the medicine bowl: "Thank you, the manager, for your trust."

"Master Xiao Song, don't say that." Zhong Sheng was flattered: "The slave will go down first. If there is anything wrong, Master Song can just ask someone to call the slave."

After Zhong Sheng left, Song Cui put the medicine aside first, hugged Emperor Mingde's upper body lightly, put a soft pillow behind him, took a square scarf around his chest, so that the medicine juice would not flow down and wet his clothes, After doing all these well, Song Cui picked up the bowl and fed him the medicine gently and meticulously.

Emperor Mingde didn't wake up, and the temperature on his body couldn't drop. Song Cui put every spoonful of medicine in his mouth and blew it to a suitable temperature before handing it to his peeling lips. Emperor Mingde's lips slightly Zhang Zhang, the warm medicine juice flowed into his mouth along the gap between his lips. He unconsciously swallowed the bitter medicine juice in his mouth while unconscious. And then down, leaving marks on the white neck, and finally submerged in the square scarf that Song Cui had just spread for him.Song Cui silently saw this seductive trace in his eyes, and after a busy morning, his unwatered stomach slowly tightened up.

Or maybe just hungry.

The medicine was very bitter, and after feeding a bowl of medicine, even though Emperor Mingde was not awake, he also frowned because of the bitter taste of Coptis chinensis in his mouth.

Song Cui put down the empty medicine bowl, sat back on the side of the bed, took off the kerchief and put it aside, and was about to remove the soft pillow behind him to make him lie more comfortably, but he heard the soft and fragile voice that made Song Cui The eardrums vibrated, he moved his ears uncomfortably, and his movements stopped, because he had to put his arms around Emperor Mingde's back to pull out the soft pillow. Just now Song Cui fed the medicine seriously and didn't notice the relationship between the two of them. How ambiguous the posture is, and now that Emperor Mingde took the medicine, Song Cui relaxed, his eyes wandered over the facial features and skin of the person he was holding in his arms, the more he looked, the hungrier he felt.

Finally, Song Cui couldn't hold back, lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, put it on the lowest part of the concoction just now, gently touched it, and licked it slowly.

The body temperature of a person with fever is higher than that of ordinary people, and the delicate and smooth neck skin under the tongue exudes abnormal heat. Song Cui gradually lost control of his strength, and licked slowly and heavily as if he had been hungry for a long time.

hungry.

Song Cui only felt that he was so hungry, and the unsatisfied sense of emptiness made him want to bite the delicate skin under his lips with his teeth, to suck hard, to lift the quilt, to tear off his clothes, Touch him from top to bottom, feel him.

Along the way, their lips touched each other.

The originally fiery lips became even hotter because of the almost uncontrollable desire ignited by Song Cui. Song Cui used great self-control to control himself not to try to explore further inside. He breathed heavily, and placed the The big palm on Emperor Mingde's back held his slightly wet vest and pressed it towards him.

They were very close, and under his own chest was Emperor Mingde's chest.

Song Cui's heart beat a little faster.

Bang bang bang.

Emperor Mingde's heartbeat was calm.

Song Cui felt that his heart could feel the beating heart of the person below him.

This experience is amazing.

It was so amazing that he forgot to leave.

Of course, he was reluctant to leave.

Emperor Mingde's feather fan-like eyelashes trembled, and before Song Cui could retreat in time, he met a pair of misty, moist brown eyes.

The beating heart suddenly missed a beat.

Song Cui only felt that his limbs suddenly lost strength for a moment, although it was only for a moment, it made him panic.

Before thinking, he raised his head slightly and kissed those eyes heavily.

On the eyelids were lips that were hotter than his body temperature, Emperor Mingde didn't even realize that the lips had just landed on his own lips.

This kiss fell on Emperor Ming De's heart like a spark.

Zhong Sheng's footsteps came from outside.

Song Cui withdrew his hand reluctantly, stood up from the side of the bed, and knelt aside—this is the posture that a courtier should have.

But his gaze was always entangled with Emperor Mingde.

Zhong Sheng came in and saw Song Cui who was kneeling beside the bed and Emperor Ming De who was half lying on the bed and had opened his eyes. He said happily, "Your Majesty, you are awake!"