Linque

How to use the brush (Part [-])

Please don't lock me up, this chapter is really a painting on the back of the brush, the pain is itchy, I didn't do anything, I didn't kiss me, and I didn't add any content after the review.

Ling Ye didn't drive back to Mingcheng Hall, but let Chu Heng take the pen he had chosen, and then led him by the hand all the way back to the Nuan Pavilion.

Eunuch Gao led all the servants back down. The earth dragon in the warm pavilion was burning very vigorously. Several smoked cages were newly installed around the dragon bed, making the whole inner room as warm as spring. There was a pair of Gilt glazed lamps, and several enamel round boxes on the bedside table.

At the beginning, Chu Heng saw that the furnishings here were a little unclear, so, as usual, the warm pavilion next to the study was only for the emperor to take a nap at noon, and naturally he would not rest here at night.

But Chu Heng didn't have doubts for too long.

"Go and kneel on it." Ling Ye pointed to the bed and said with a light smile.

Chu Heng was slightly stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that this was what Ling Ye called "the place where the queen punishes her kneeling".

There was a thin layer of red at the base of Chu Heng's ears. It was nothing if he really wanted to go up and kneel, but he always felt that Ling Ye had some other intentions. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to go."

Ling Ye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Resisting and failing to comply with the order is a felony, but it will be punished, Queen."

Empress Chu stood still.

Ling Ye smiled: "The empress is quite courageous, she dared not listen to my words."

"Okay." He sighed as if something was wrong, Her Royal Highness would commit the crime if she refused to take the initiative, and Her Majesty had no choice but to "execute the sentence" by himself.

He took half a step forward, his fingers landed on the buckle of Chu Heng's belt, and he untied it skillfully.

Chu Heng suddenly realized that he was holding his hand and was about to back away immediately: "Your Majesty?"

Ling Ye didn't let him move. He continued to move his fingers, and said calmly: "The empress is disobedient, and the crime of disobedience and disobedience will be increased, but I can't beat you, so I can only let the empress go to the bed with no clothes on. kneeling."

His tone was very serious, but what he was thinking in his heart was clearly another matter.In the inner room, there are smoked cages and bright lights. His Majesty the Emperor ordered the palace staff to prepare for it - he simply didn't want to let Empress Chu go back to the Wuying Hall, and was looking for a reason.

The "ominous" premonition finally came to fruition, the inner room was warm and cozy, and Chu Heng didn't bother to leave anymore.He glanced at Ling Ye, stepped forward and tilted his head to stick his lips on Ling Ye's face, then took a bite lightly as if punishing, leaving a light red mark, and said very generously: "Okay, Then, His Majesty, do it."

——If Chu Heng could know in advance how bad Ling Ye would be in the future, he would definitely not "give in" so easily.

By the time he realized that Ling Ye was not going to hug him like the previous two times, but really "punish" him, it was too late to regret.

The fragrance lingered in the warm pavilion, and it was very warm. Chu Heng took off his cloak and cotton clothes, leaving only pajamas loosely worn on his body.His inner clothes were all made by Ling Ye at the Shang Yi Bureau. The material was very thin and soft. Under the warm light, the inner clothes seemed to be transparent, and his slender and slender body was faintly visible. Inches of fair porcelain skin were dyed light pink.

This is not Ming Cheng Palace, there are many shadow guards guarding outside the study, Chu Heng dare not speak out, biting a small piece of brocade quilt in his mouth, buried his face in the soft pillow and let Ling Ye do whatever he wanted.

While half asleep and half awake, Ling Ye suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Chu Heng turned his head and saw Ling Ye was holding a jade tube Langhao pen in his hand, and asked him with a half-smile, "How about this one?"

Chu Heng didn't know why, half-closed his eyelashes, and said "um" in a daze.

The wolf hair dipped in warm water, and it fell on the shoulder and neck with a smooth touch. Chu Heng was hazy and didn't pay attention at first.

The soft wolf hair was writing and drawing on the back of the shoulder. Wherever it passed, there were waves of itching. Chu Heng snorted twice, and couldn't help moving his body.Ling Ye smiled lightly behind him, and the tip of the pen moved accordingly. The soft wolf hair swept across the shoulder and neckline, walked all the way along the spine, traced the waist, and finally stopped slowly.

Chu Heng's bewildered consciousness was awakened in an instant, he turned his head hastily, and moved his body to hide back.

"His Majesty?!"

Ling Ye didn't respond, and pressed Chu Heng's shoulder with one hand, and firmly held the pen with the other hand. The soft wolf hair on the tip of the pen swept across lightly, and drew a few rough circles.

The itch from tracing the vertebrae with the tip of the pen immediately made Chu Heng disarm and surrender. Fireworks exploded in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a low "ah".

But Ling Ye felt that it was not enough, the hand that was accustomed to holding the royal brush could write smoothly in another place, the circle drawing just now could be regarded as a small test at best, and now is the real writing.

The tip of the pen landed on the soft part of the waist, writing and drawing everywhere like a dragonfly touching water, but the indistinct touch brought the itching directly to the heart. , the body trembled to avoid struggling.

"Hmm... Your Majesty... Ling Ye, don't..."

The person who wrote it was just right, and of course he didn't want to stop.

Ling Ye's eyes were dark, he exhaled lightly, and said, "Don't move."

Chu Heng struggled more violently, raised his arms, and turned around regardless, trying to restrain the writing brush that was wandering behind him doing evil.

Ling Ye raised his voice slightly: "Don't move."

The imperial guards patrolling outside the Jingcheng Hall happened to pass by the study at this time, and vaguely heard the emperor's voice. The guards in front of the hall hurried to the window and said respectfully, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Across the window, the two people on the bed were stunned for a moment. Ling Ye reacted immediately, turned his head to meet Chu Heng's moist eyes, and did not speak.

The guards outside were skilled in martial arts and had keen ears. Chu Heng was afraid of being heard, so he hurriedly held his breath, stopped turning around, and begged with his eyes instead.

The person who wrote the pen looked soft but unmoved, and the two looked at each other for a moment.The guard outside the window saw that there was no sound in the study room for a long time, so he couldn't help feeling hesitant, and asked again: "Your Majesty?"

"..."

The queen first made a note of His Majesty in her heart, waiting for tomorrow's settlement, then turned around and lay back on her stomach, lowered her head and bit a piece of brocade quilt, and let him go.

Seeing this, Ling Ye curled his lips slightly, calmed down his breath, tried his best to make his voice sound as calm as before, and said loudly: "It's nothing, just step back."

The guard answered "Yes", and the footsteps outside the hall gradually faded away.

With a smile on his face, Ling Ye stretched out his hand to open an enamel round box on the table, dipped a pen in the "ink", and returned to the "picture scroll".

At this moment, all thoughts were concentrated on the back uncontrollably, Chu Heng could almost feel the direction of every wolf hair between his body, and the bones where it passed were numb, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, The muffled groans and begging for mercy were muffled in the brocade pillow.

Ling Ye's movements stopped, and he asked him in a low voice: "Don't like it? Isn't this the pen you picked yourself?"

—he said!Who would have thought that it would be used in such a way when picking a pen.

Chu Heng blushed and breathed slightly, biting the corner of the quilt and shaking his head bitterly, vowing to settle the score tomorrow, and then whimpered again.

Xu's weeping sound aroused His Majesty's soft heart, and Ling Ye shouted out: "Gao Bandit, order the Imperial Army to retreat, and send the Inner Court Secretary to serve you."

Eunuch Gao answered "yes" from the outside room, and after a while, the footsteps of the guards of the Imperial Army were heard from outside the corridor.

Listening to the commotion outside the hall, Chu Heng finally let go of the quilt in his mouth. Just as he was about to struggle, Ling Ye seemed to have anticipated his movements, the wolf didn't even move, and even worse writing techniques started unscrupulously.

Chu Heng let out an "ah" directly, his waist collapsed, and he lay back on his stomach again, being held in the brocade tent by Ling Ye.

……

Your Majesty is very wicked.

Boundless wind and moon defeated Chu Heng's entire consciousness, his back was full of exaggerated flushes, he turned and looked back at Ling Ye, his head was in chaos, he couldn't tell what his body wanted, he just followed his instinct, still trembling The voice shouted "No".

"Unfortunate, stop drawing, stop bullying me, Ling Ye..."

Ling Ye turned his head to look at Chu Heng's tear-filled eyes, a little unfinished, but he still responded in a gentle voice: "Okay."

He persisted in writing the last two words, which made Chu Heng tremble again.

After the evil painting utensils left completely, the expected relief did not come as expected.The brush takes away the slow torture, but leaves a more unbearable emptiness.

Chu Heng turned to look at Ling Ye.

The latter put away the brush and sat on the couch leisurely, also looking at him.

"His Majesty……"

"Well, what's the matter?" Ling Ye didn't seem to understand what he meant, and smiled with curved eyes: "Still uncomfortable? Didn't you stop drawing?"

Chu Heng whimpered, and grabbed the brocade quilt under his body. The huge emptiness made him even more unbearable. At this moment, he was like a fish stranded on the shore, and he must return to the water.

He propped himself up and sent himself into Ling Ye's arms, leaning forward to kiss Ling Ye's face and lips, his eyes full of longing.

Ling Ye said, "What's wrong?"

Chu Heng's cheeks were hot. He knew that Ling Ye did it on purpose, but he had no choice but to whisper, "I want to..."

"Yes?" Ling Ye said, "Didn't you just say no?"

Chu Heng twisted his waist impatiently in his arms, he was out of tune, and gasped a few times, "Mmm... Your Majesty."

Ling Ye liked to see Chu Heng's brows stained with wind and moon, and the corners of his eyes flushed red. He could hardly bear it, but he continued to ask knowingly, "What do you want me for?"

It's too bad.

Chu Heng's earlobe and cheeks were flushed, but he couldn't take it anymore, his eyelashes trembled and tears came down, he threw it like a broken can, and squeezed out two words between his teeth angrily: "Ling Xing."

Then he turned his head away in shame.

It was really bullied.

Ling Ye was stunned for a moment, his heart softened, he shook his head and rejected these two words, and said bullyingly, "I'll give you a hug."