you are unspeakable

No matter how slow Cui Ming's movements were, the knives were ready. If he dragged on, he would be seen by others. He stood in front of the table and washed the spirits, placed the knives scalded by hot candles neatly, turned around and walked away. Going to Song Cui's side, bowed and said politely: "My lord, I offended you."

After finishing speaking, he was about to reach out to remove Song Cui's belt.

As soon as his hand touched the top, he heard the sound of numerous footsteps outside, and then the door was kicked open.

"Your Majesty!" Zhong Sheng saw Emperor Ming De first, and exclaimed: "Your Majesty, pickle here, Your Majesty must not..."

As he said that, he went to stop him, but Emperor Mingde couldn't listen, so he walked around Zhong Sheng, saw Song Cui lying on the torture bed, and immediately stopped on the spot, his eyes fixed on Song Cui lying on the torture bed, The putrid and bloody smell breathed in from the tip of his nose made him nauseous, his hands under the long sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, trembling slightly, the place was dark, his mind was swollen, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the castration had begun... It didn't take much to be sure Kung fu, you can tell it at a glance when you walk over, but Emperor Mingde only felt that his legs were weak, and he couldn't lift his feet no matter what.

Song Cui didn't say a word, lying on his head and looking at Emperor Mingde quietly, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Cui Ming was already dripping with cold sweat at this moment, when did you come to this dirty place?Not to mention the emperor, even eunuchs with status in the palace don't like to come, how can he not understand the current situation?Ninety percent of the adults lying on the torture bed will not be punished like this. Fortunately, he kept his mind and prepared very slowly for the affairs. Root, then it will be too late, now that his head is about to move, Cui Ming thumped and knelt on the ground, swallowing: "Your Majesty... Slave... Slave hasn't executed the punishment yet..."

Hearing this sentence, Emperor Mingde was obviously relieved, and he ordered in a cold voice, "Everyone go out."

Zhong Sheng winked at Cui Ming and went out first, Cui Ming got up from the ground and hurriedly followed.

In the dim clean room, there were only two people standing and lying down. Emperor Mingde lost the arrogance he had just had in Changle Palace this time. His eyes fell on Song Cui's face, wanting to explore his thoughts.

But the young man who had always been smiling at him was expressionless at the moment.

Song Cui slowly got off the torture bed, straightened the hem of his long gown, then raised his head, looked directly at Emperor Mingde, and said, "Is your majesty going to come to see the minister being tortured? Your majesty should go back, it's dirty now, Palace punishment is indecent and cannot be seen by His Majesty, after the execution is over, I will go to serve Your Majesty after I recover from my injuries."

Emperor Mingde felt a pain in his heart, his pale face looked extremely fragile in the dark room: "You still hate me..."

"Your Majesty," Song Cui walked up to Emperor Ming De in two steps, interrupted his words, and said word by word: "Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"

Emperor Mingde lowered his eyelids, and after a long time, he spoke with difficulty: "I regret it... I regret it... After all... I can't bear it..."

Emperor Mingde didn't explain what he was reluctant to do, but Song Cui understood.

Emperor Mingde raised his head, looked at Song Cui firmly, and asked him: "I'm asking you for the last time, are you a spy of the court, and what is your purpose for approaching me?"

"Your Majesty is the only purpose of this minister." Song Cui said very seriously: "I would rather endure the castration and stay by Your Majesty's side. Does Your Majesty still believe in you?"

After a long time, Emperor Mingde closed his eyes and nodded: "I believe it."

Song Cui heard the words, hooked his lips: "Your Majesty, you have no chance."

Emperor Mingde didn't understand what Song Cui meant. The next moment he was pulled into his arms by Song Cui. Song Cui pinched Emperor Ming De's chin with one hand, forcing him to raise his head. The young man's fiery kiss fell on him. On Emperor Mingde's lips.

To rub, to ravage.

Song Cui's movements were extremely rough, and Emperor Ming De felt that his lips and tongue were being sucked and gnawed by him, like a very hungry beast.They stood in such a dirty place, and besides the smell of each other, there was also the smell of rancidity and blood being inhaled into the nasal cavity.

Accompanied by a kiss against the world, the emperor seemed to be pulled down in the mud and turned into the lowest dirt in the world.

But it is throbbing, trembling, and exciting.

Emperor Mingde knew he was doomed.

They separated breathlessly and kissed for too long. Emperor Mingde's brain was starved of oxygen, and his body collapsed into Song Cui's arms.

Song Cui's breathing was short of breath and his heart beat faster. A kiss couldn't satisfy him. There was a part of his body that was screaming silently, clamoring to eat the young emperor in his arms.

"Your Majesty," Song Cui's voice was so low that he leaned close to Emperor Mingde's ear and said, "I want you."

Emperor Mingde closed his eyes and acquiesced.

Song Cui let go of Emperor Mingde first, then tore off the blood-stained robe on the torture bed with one hand, threw it on the ground, bent over and hugged Emperor Mingde, and quickly left the dark room.

Zhong Sheng, who was guarding the door, was shocked when he saw Emperor Mingde being carried out: "What's wrong?"

"Don't ask anything," Emperor Ming De said in a hoarse voice, "Go back to the bedroom."

Zhong Sheng nodded hurriedly, and walked behind Song Cui.

That night, there was no one guarding the sleeping hall of Changle Palace, and all the eunuchs and maids who served were sent to the outer hall to wait, and Song Cui was the only one to serve in the inner hall.

On the second day, Zhong Sheng went to take care of him in person, and saw that the water in the bathtub was spilled all over the floor, along the road were torn gowns and dragon robes, and the bedding and sheets were in disarray.

Zhong Sheng didn't raise his head... and didn't dare to raise his head to see the scene on the dragon bed. He trembled, barely stopped, tried to calm down, and called out: "Your Majesty."

The person who got off the dragon bed was Song Cui, who was naked. The young man was tall and handsome, with a perfect figure, but what was more attractive than these were the traces all over his body.

Zhong Sheng couldn't hide the shock on his face, which then turned from shock to anger.

"Song reminder! Er dare!"

Song Cui glanced at him indifferently, pulled a piece of clothes from the shelf beside him and put it on his body, sat on the couch beside the bed, put his index finger on his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down." , His Majesty is still resting."

Zhong Sheng's chest heaved rapidly, but his voice was much softer: "Song Cui, what do you mean?! His Majesty pardoned your castration, you just like this...so..."

"What about me? The manager shouldn't teach me here. It's not up to the manager to intervene in the matter between me and His Majesty." At this moment, Song Cui lost the humility of the previous few days, but revealed an evil spirit: "Why don't you take advantage of the situation?" At this time, tidy up here, and then prepare hot water and clear porridge."

Zhong Sheng was angry, but he also knew that Song Cui couldn't be moved, so he could only call someone to clean it up angrily.

Seeing Zhong Sheng leave the inner hall, Song Cuifu climbed onto the bed again, looked at the young man who was tired and passed out last night, lying down next to him, and held him in his arms through the quilt, recalling how the young man in his arms last night The wonderful taste, Song Cui's smile lingered for a long time, stretched out his hand to gently stroke his sweaty forehead hair, and murmured softly: "Zhou Xuan... A Xuan..."