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"Really?" There was a smile in Ling Ye's eyes, he was speaking to Zhu Geng, but he glanced at Chu Heng, "Lishan is also involved?"

Chu Heng looked away a little guilty, and stared at the golden lacquer painting on the corridor pillar. Fortunately, Ling Ye just glanced at him, as if he didn't know anything, he quickly looked away, and asked Zhu Geng Said: "The news is still from Dali Temple?"

"Yes." With a helpless smile on Zhu Geng's face, he said respectfully, "The Xu family is indeed in charge of this matter. His son Xu Shao was beaten in a sack, his face was stained, and Qianqiu did not go to the court banquet." Well, now the whole family circle in the imperial capital has spread. Jiazhao Xu’s embarrassment this time, Jiayonghou was probably very angry, and when he sued, he asked Dali Temple Secretary to deal with it strictly according to the law, saying that it was... Even if it’s a fine, he refuses to settle the matter, insisting on making the other party suffer from the torture rod.”

Ling Ye raised his eyebrows lightly, but did not speak, while Chu Heng finished looking at the carved beams and paintings on his head, and then began to look at the jade and gold bricks on the ground.

Zhu Geng continued: "But the other party is Yong'an Hou Shizi, and now Mr. Ye from Lishan Mountain is also involved. Both of them are among the eight proposals. Even if they really want to use punishment, they must be ordered by His Majesty. He just entered the palace. It is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, who is still waiting in the Hall of Jingcheng, but the master has not seen him, so that Shaoqing's face is wrinkled like a bitter melon."

The emperor had always been lenient to the maids who served by his side. They were used to being lively, and they dared to make small jokes in front of Ling Ye on weekdays.

Ling Ye smiled lightly when he heard the words, but still ordered: "Let the Dali Temple go back first, no see. Does the Lord Jiayong know that I need to order the punishment, but I just want to personally reprimand him as soon as possible, so as to give the Xu family back some face. That's all. Which one can't settle this matter, the Yichong Xiao family or the Lishan Ye family? Let Dali Temple mediate at will, don't worry about it for now, just let them go, and talk about it after they are done."

Those who can make a living in the imperial capital are all good people, and they all have a mirror in their hearts. The Jiayonghou Mansion lost face. For things like this, what they want is "early" from His Majesty.According to the legal principles of the Xu family, according to the identities of Xiao Gaomin and Ye Shuli, although they will not be given the punishment stick, they will be reprimanded no matter what in the end. The difference is the time.The sooner the emperor took the initiative to come forward, the more he would save face for the Xu family. If there was no other way for the emperor to intervene in the mediation after the dispute between them was over, it would be purely out of necessity.

Zhu Geng stepped back.

Ling Ye squeezed Chu Heng's palm, turned his head and asked, "How does Your Highness feel about this treatment?"

Chu Heng was stunned for a moment before realizing that the "Your Highness" was calling him, a slight blush appeared on his face, and he didn't speak.

Ling Ye asked with a half-smile, "Didn't Lishan also get involved?"

Chu Heng always felt that His Majesty seemed to have seen through something, he paused, and then gave an vague "hmm".

Ling Ye bent his eyes and chuckled, didn't speak any more, and dragged him to the main hall of Zhaoren Palace.

The main hall of Zhaoren Palace is named "Huiyou", which is opposite to "Jingcheng" of Jingzhang Palace. When you step into this palace, you will see the beautiful red and dazzling gold.The twelve bright pillars in the hall are based on red lacquer, coiled with golden lacquered dragons and phoenixes, and the doors, windows and sills are painted with the same golden pink lacquer as the beams and pillars. The curtains and gauze blankets in the hall are all red. In the middle is a throne carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Ling Ye took his hand and walked straight up. The throne was wide, and it seemed that it was originally designed for two people to sit on it.Ling Ye couldn't help but pull Chu Heng to sit down. Chu Heng didn't feel shy or panicked, which made Ling Ye even more happy and satisfied.

None of them spoke, and the two of them just snuggled together on the high throne, their ten fingers intertwined under the cover of the sleeves of their robes, and they could clearly feel each other's temperature.

Ling Ye sat on the big and small thrones of Jiuzhongque for many years, and it was the first time that he experienced something other than the cold imperial power on the high platform. The temperature between his fingers spread to his limbs and bones with the flow of blood, and flowed through him like a hot current. heart.

At this moment, Ling Ye understood very clearly why the Emperor Taizu asked the craftsmen to make every dragon chair and throne in the Nine Layers Que so large-this actually did not meet the pursuit of the strategists.

But when you really sit on this chair, you will understand that boundless power brings boundless loneliness. In addition to fame and wealth, people will always have other pursuits in their lives. It was the same when he was born with gold and iron horses in troubled times, and it was the same when Chengtian was ordered to face the south and be honored as the empress.

Dayin's later generations of emperors and empresses love more than Jin Jian, some respect each other as guests, and there are also those who are out of tune. Ling Ye doesn't know how the emperors and queens in the past felt when they sat on the throne of Huiyou Palace, but at this moment , he held Chu Heng's hand, and felt so grateful for the existence of fate for the first time in his life. Although they had never participated in each other's previous lives, there was still a long time in the future, and there would be thousands of days to spend together.

At this moment, it was snowing lightly outside, and the earth dragon was burning in the hall. It was as warm as spring, and the time was peaceful and peaceful. They sat next to each other, on the majestic throne, read the book together for a long time, sometimes two people The foreheads of each other inadvertently touch one place, and the one who speaks first will ask for a sweet kiss from the other party.

Until the evening, the snow still did not stop.

After dinner, they went to the bedroom of Zhaoren Palace. As the place for the emperor's wedding, the red color here is more beautiful than that of the main hall. The room is full of red candles and red tents, which can easily arouse people's lingering thoughts.

Chu Heng returned to the bedroom after taking a bath. Ling Ye was waiting for him after taking a bath early today. The maids in the palace had already been waved away. Except for the flickering red candles, there were only the two of them.Ling Ye was standing next to the bed in pajamas, holding a ball of red silk in his hand. When he got closer, Chu Heng noticed that the scale was marked on the red silk, which turned out to be a different kind of measuring tape.

Chu Heng immediately remembered the sentence "I will use it tonight" that His Majesty told Zhu Geng in the morning, which probably meant this.

Seeing him staring at his hand, Ling Ye explained solemnly: "Shangfu Bureau doesn't have your pajamas size, so you have to measure it carefully now."

Chu Heng has not read the big wedding chapter in the front court ceremonies, but he also knows that Zhaoren Palace is the queen's palace, and he has vaguely guessed something. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Your Majesty will not return to Mingcheng Palace in Jingzhang Palace tonight. , but brought me to the Summer Palace just to tailor clothes?"

The two of them had a tacit understanding, but Ling Ye still nodded and said meaningfully: "Measuring the body first, then tailoring the clothes."

There was something in his words, but Chu Heng only paid attention to the first half of the sentence, and continued to ask intentionally: "Then this morning, the female officials from Shangfu came, why did your majesty send them back?"

"Because I am a stingy emperor, this is the treasure that is on top of my heart." Ling Ye stepped forward and took Chu Heng's hand, "No one else is allowed to covet it or touch it, so I can only measure it myself. "

Chu Heng obviously couldn't stand up to Ling Ye's attack, his face was slightly hot, and his cheeks were smudged crimson, and Ling Ye easily pulled him in front of him, ready to tailor his clothes.

He was still wearing the emperor's bed shirt, the clothes were a little loose, looking up along the skirt, a clearly defined collarbone was looming in the bright yellow shirt, Ling Ye started to measure from here.

The one-finger-wide red silk started from the left shoulder, pressed against the bright yellow collar, and stretched to the right. When passing by the exposed collarbone, Ling Ye's four curled fingers first slid across the skin inch by inch, rubbing against the bones. The smooth skin gave off an itchy touch, and before Chu Heng got used to it, the thumb that was pulling the red silk followed closely behind, with neither light nor heavy force, slowly grinding past the collarbone, Chu Heng couldn't help it trembling body.

However, this is still not the end. When the red silk rubbed against the skin, Chu Heng realized that it was not smooth silk and satin, but a section of vermilion brocade embroidered with dark patterns. The human sharp weapon is pressed from the collarbone little by little, and the stitches are dense and undulating, making every inch of the skin that touches the embroidery pattern have a different touch.The more you pay attention, the clearer the touch, and the more unbearable it is. When Chu Heng couldn't help but groan, Ling Ye finally raised his hand and reported the number with a half-smile.

Immediately afterwards, he began to measure Chu Heng's sleeve length again. This time, he did not deliberately grind people, and measured it in a serious manner. But before Chu Heng could heave a sigh of relief, Ling Ye suddenly stepped forward and kissed Chu Heng's lips. At the same time, he lifted half of Chu Heng's clothes and walked the red silk around his waistline.

The tip of the tongue lingered on the lips and teeth, and the fingers rubbed and touched the waist. Two completely different tingling sensations were intertwined. In the warm room burning with sweet fragrance, the flame of lust was ignited with a "rub".

As the fingertips continued to trace upwards along the spine, this flame was like a spark that burned the entire chest and back in an instant. Chu Heng felt hot in his heart, and his body also began to become scorching hot. Subconsciously, he wanted to ask for more. kisses and touches.

However, Ling Ye stopped clicking. When he felt the temperature under his palm getting hotter, he suddenly withdrew his hand rubbing on his back and left Chu Heng's lips.

The sudden emptiness made Chu Heng couldn't help but raise his eyes, eager desire was written in the misty eyes, and the corners of his eyes were moist red, seeing Ling Ye's heart moved, he wrapped his arms around his waist and rolled onto the couch go.

The delicate and warm kiss fell on the corner of Chu Heng's eyes. After a little comfort, Ling Ye still remembered the original intention of tailoring the clothes. He pulled the red silk back from Chu Heng's waist, and after measuring the chest, sleeves, and waist, the rest was long legs.

At the same time, at the moment when he touched the bed, Chu Heng finally pulled back the mind that had flown out of nowhere, and forcibly regained a sliver of clarity from it.

He was lying on the bed, and Ling Ye propped himself up and looked down at him, their hot breaths were entangled together, they both found the shadow of lust in each other's eyes, but coincidentally, they also remembered something else .

"I know the length of the legs." Chu Heng turned his gaze and said casually, "So the measurement is over." As soon as the words fell, he reached out and pulled the quilt to roll himself up.

Ling Ye knew that he said this on purpose, stretched out his hand to hold down a corner of the brocade quilt, lowered his eyes and smiled and said, "Since the queen knows, there is no need to continue the measurement, let's start cutting the clothes."

Chu Heng froze for a moment: "Cut clothes?"

Ling Ye's eyes were dim, and his eyes were as real as they were. He followed Chu Heng's collarbone all the way down, from his chest to his waist to his legs and feet, swept across his whole body's clothes, and finally met Chu Heng's eyes again, nodded and laughed slowly. Said: "Cut clothes."

His hand landed on the button of Chu Heng's jacket.

The snow was still falling quietly, and the warm light from the flickering red candles in the palace shone through the glass windows, illuminating the snow on the ground also beautifully.