you are unspeakable

Although Emperor Mingde didn't understand what was going on, his muscles ached, his throat was hoarse and dry, and his limbs were weak and weak, so he regained his senses. He turned his eyes away from Song Cui, who was kneeling beside the bed. Looking at Zhong Sheng, he said, "I'm sick?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was very hoarse, and my throat hurt even when I swallowed saliva.

"Your Majesty has a fever. The imperial doctor came to see you just now. Lord Xiao Song also served His Majesty to drink the medicine." Zhong Sheng hurried over to support Emperor Mingde: "Your Majesty, would you like some clear porridge?"

Emperor Mingde shook his head, and seeing Song Cui's worried look from the corner of his eye, he changed his mind again, his throat hurt unbearably, and he spoke slowly: "It's still,...use more, you go to work...Song Cui will serve you."

"Hey," Zhong Sheng nodded, "I'm going down now, slave."

Zhong Sheng opened the door curtain in the inner room and left. The door curtain shook back and forth a few times, and the room returned to tranquility. With the tranquility came an inexplicable ambiguity.

Song Cui got up and poured a cup of hot water over, and held it in front of Emperor Mingde with both hands: "Your Majesty, do you have a sore throat? Drink some hot water to moisten your throat first."

Emperor Mingde nodded slightly, and drank water with Song Cui's hand. The slightly scalding hot water ran across his throat, which made him feel a lot better. After drinking two cups, Emperor Mingde waved his hand to signal no.

Song urged to put down the cup and bring porridge over instead. Emperor Mingde pouted and said, "I'm full, I can't eat for the time being, let's put it away."

Maybe sick people are a little childish. Emperor Mingde didn't notice his childish actions, and he didn't realize that there was something wrong with him, but Song Cui saw them all. His eyes were soft and he nodded gently: "Okay, your majesty, what are you doing?" When you want to eat, when to tell the minister, the minister feeds your majesty."

"You..." Emperor Ming De raised his eyes and looked at him, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he said something else: "When did the imperial doctor say I will recover?"

Song Cui replied: "If it is fast, it will take about three days, if it is slow, it will take five days."

"How can I do that?" Emperor Mingde frowned: "The front line of Shibang is short of food and grass, how can I be sick for so long..." After saying that, he was about to lift up the quilt, and Song Cui stretched out his hand to hold it down as soon as he put his hand on the quilt .

"If Your Majesty doesn't care about his body like this, don't say five days, I'm afraid it won't get better in January or two months." Song Cui's expression turned cold, and he felt inexplicably angry when he heard Liu Shibang's name: "Political affairs are certainly important. , but in the eyes of the minister, it is not as good as one ten thousandth of your majesty, even if your majesty wants to behead your minister today, this minister will not let your majesty leave this bed."

Emperor Mingde was shocked by Song Cui's sinking expression, he didn't know what to do for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Song Cui had forced him to rest on the bed.

"You...presumptuous..." It took a while for Emperor Mingde to recover his voice, and his cheeks that were already flushed due to heat became even more reddened at this moment.

"I want to be more presumptuous," Song Cui stood up from the ground, sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands on Emperor Mingde's shoulders, and looked down at him from a high position. A pair of dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to suck people in. De Di saw desire in these eyes and went crazy.

Song Cui's Adam's apple slid up and down, saying word by word: "Your Majesty, do you know what I want?"

Emperor Mingde actually felt scared. He hid under the quilt and subconsciously grasped the sheet with his other hand. He wanted to turn his head away from Song Cui's eyes and avoid his aggressive gaze, but there was a voice in his heart over and over again. Tell him he can't escape, he can't escape, he is the emperor of Dachang, and he can't have the slightest cowardice and regression.

Emperor Ming De tried his best to suppress the trembling that spread from his chest to his limbs, and said with the utmost calmness: "What do you want."

Song Cui bent over, fiercely bit Emperor Mingde's hot lips, and gently crushed them, his movements were both gentle and fierce.

Between the kisses, he spoke eagerly: "What I want is this, a more intimate contact than this, everything that belongs to your majesty, and everything that I have."

Even though he vaguely guessed what Song Cui was trying to say, Emperor Mingde was surprised and didn't know what to do when he actually heard him say it in a low, panting voice.

Song Cui's kisses were gradually presumptuous, from sticking on at the beginning, to playing with Emperor Mingde's lips with his lips, to sucking from light to heavy, and then to biting.

Like an experienced and gentle hunter, he tested Emperor Ming De's bottom line bit by bit, expanded his territory bit by bit, and let the prey fall into the trap he had set up long ago without knowing it.

And Emperor Mingde, the seemingly powerful and rational prey, had already walked in in a trance.

He didn't have the strength to push Song Cui away, he——reluctant to push him away, until the lips came down from the top to his neck, Emperor Mingde seemed to regain his strength, and stroked his lips with the hand outside the quilt Touched Song Cui's back.

Song Cui's movements stopped.

Emperor Mingde slowly closed his eyes, and slowly opened his mouth next to his ear, his fiery breath touched Song Cui's heart.

"Don't let anyone disturb you," Song Cui heard Emperor Mingde say, "I... promise you."

Song Cui stood up suddenly, his eyes were bright and surprised, like a puppy who has been rewarded.

Emperor Mingde, who was stared at by him like this, was so shy that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, so he pretended to be calm and closed his eyes, and his voice came out of his mouthpiece: "Go soon."

"Okay." Song Cui got up, and walked towards the outside quickly. Emperor Mingde was lying on the bed, his head was dazed, and his ears seemed to hear the voices of Zhong Sheng and Song Cui outside. Not real.

Never mind, he thought.

Between the ages of 16 and 28, he lived a life of forbearance. He had never had a single day of unrestrained joy. Today... just treat it as a dream.

Soon, the sound outside disappeared, followed by familiar footsteps.

Emperor Mingde didn't open his eyes, but his whole body was tense, and his attention was focused on the front of him. He didn't know how the boy next to the bed would touch him.

After a long time, there was no movement around him. Emperor Mingde couldn't help opening his eyes, but he felt someone approaching by his side, a pair of warm big hands gently slid across his face, and then he was kissed cherishingly on his forehead.

"Your Majesty, I'm so happy," Song Cui bent down and hugged Emperor Mingde in his arms. The young man's broad shoulders and strong arms just wrapped him up, and the tip of his nose smelled of sandalwood.

"I am so happy."

"I am so happy."

On the top of his head is Song Cui's chin, he said these four words back and forth like a raving, Emperor Mingde turned his face calmly, put his cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat like a drum.

Emperor Mingde was too lazy to open his eyes, he actually felt sleepy, and his voice was intermittent: "Accompany me...to rest..."

"Okay." Song Cui replied without hesitation, and then, the sound of boots hitting the ground sounded in his ears, and the quilt was pulled up and tucked tightly --- not only the upper body was hugged, but even the feet were hugged by another pair of big Foot bound.

Tight without leaving any gaps.

"Your Majesty, I have always been by your side, Your Majesty, please sleep."

Emperor Ming De fell into a deep sleep.