Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

"Fun?" Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly, trying to break away from the embrace of the iron wall, "Are you dressing the doll?"

"Where is a doll as good-looking as a gentleman? Xiao Shen lowered his eyelashes, caught a glimpse of the red ear tips, and let go of his hands appropriately, giving the gentleman a little room to breathe.

He reached out and took out the white jade belt from the tray, and fastened it on the unbearably tough waist, with a look of great satisfaction in his eyes, "Mr. is so pretty."

The heat at the base of the ears has not yet faded, Shen Qingzhuo cast a glance at him, "You, you are pouring ecstasy soup for Mr. every day."

Xiao Shen's eyes were full of smiles: "It's not ecstasy soup, it's the truth."

Shen Qingzhuo was thin-skinned and didn't want to continue to fight with him, so she tiptoed slightly and crowned the Twelve Beads Crown on the top of the new emperor's hair with her own hands.

"Go, my little Qi." He took a step back, and the handsome and deep face of the new emperor was reflected in his peach blossom eyes full of affection, "Go, my sage."

According to the Dayong ritual law, before the enthronement hall begins, the new emperor will lead all civil and military officials to solemnly pay homage to the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Temple.

At the end of the long and solemn worship, it was dawn in the east.The early sun suddenly rose, and the sky filled the majestic and majestic palace. The new emperor stood alone in the dazzling light, looking at his husband from afar.

It's really weird, it's obvious that he is the one standing on the high platform, but the gentleman in his eyes, as always, exudes an unstoppable radiance.

A quarter of an hour later, the ceremony started at an auspicious time.

Playing music and beating drums, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty climbed up the ranks. Ministers above the third rank stepped into the Golden Luan Hall in an orderly manner, and the rest of the officials lined up in the center of the square in front of the main hall.

Shen Qingzhuo stood at the bottom right of the dragon chair with a calm expression.

"The Holy Majesty is here—" After a while, the eunuch's drawn out voice came from outside the door, and then a tall and slender figure came into view.

The new emperor wears a crown of twelve beads, and is dressed in a black dragon robe. The neckline, cuffs, and hem of the clothes are all embroidered with gold silk patterns, which is gorgeous and noble.

The Dayong royal family originally honored bright yellow, but the new emperor still prefers black. From today, black gold has become the most noble color of the Dayong Dynasty.

Shen Qingzhuo watched with his own eyes the new emperor stepping up the jade steps, climbing up the high platform step by step, turning around and sitting on the dragon chair symbolizing supremacy.

The new emperor was condescending, with a casual expression, as if this grand and grand enthronement ceremony was insignificant.But sitting on the throne, he looked like a wolf king with the most noble blood, with an innate majesty all over his body, making everyone breathless, and they dared not raise their eyes to look directly at him.

Therefore, the people present did not realize that the new emperor's gaze was eagerly falling somewhere on His Highness.

Mr. Shen is wearing a big red python robe today, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his hair is black and his skin is snowy.She has a beautiful face with a smile, and her upturned eye tails are captivating, but she also has a handsome and upright figure, with a dignified and noble demeanor, which makes people unbearable to feel profane.

The two looked at each other across the air, and Shen Qingzhuo nodded slightly, as he usually did every time he affirmed the young apprentice, looking at the young emperor with encouraging eyes.

With just one glance, the dark eyes suddenly darkened.

At the same time, Eunuch Pan on one side began to read out the long and awkward succession edict.

After the reading, Eunuch Pan chanted: "Kneel—"

Inside and outside the Golden Luan Hall, everyone fell to their knees.

Eunuch Pan: "Kowtow once, then kowtow again, and kowtow three times—"

Civil and military officials fell to the ground, shouting long live: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live——"

After the ceremony, the new emperor of the Yong Dynasty officially succeeded to the throne.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said—" After a while, Eunuch Pan unfolded the scroll of the imperial edict, "Commander of the Jinyiwei, Shen Qingzhuo, the commander of the Jinyiwei, my good teacher, the hero of the country, the first-class official, awarded the Taifu and the management of the Jinyiwei, hereby -"

Shen Qingzhuo lifted the python robe, knelt down and thanked the decree: "Thank you, Lord Long En."

"Teacher, excuse me." The emperor on the dragon chair said slowly.

Shen Qingzhuo got up and calmly returned to the queue.

Afterwards, Eunuch Pan continued to read the imperial decree, and those who contributed to the new emperor's ascension to the throne will be awarded generous rewards.

The last step of the new emperor's ascension to the throne was to issue an edict for the first time as the emperor, officially opening the "first year of the apocalypse".

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After the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor, all officials were invited to a banquet in Fengtian Hall on the same day, and the emperor and ministers drank together.

Not long ago, there was a bloody scene in Fengtian Hall.Although there were not many casualties, the princes and ministers inevitably cast a shadow over this place.

But soon, with the extravagant silk and bamboo music, the beautiful dancer danced, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually heated up.

Mr. Shen is now the Grand Tutor, his status is second only to Elder Xie Ge, and he is also a great contributor to the new emperor's ascension to the throne. During this dinner party, people kept coming to toast and build relationships.

Shen Qingzhuo held the jade cup in his hand, and in order to show his amiable quality, he never refused to come and drank with a smile.

After a long while, Pei Yanqi couldn't bear to see him any longer, and walked to Mr. Shen's table, and persuaded in a low voice: "Teacher, you are in poor health, it's better to drink less alcohol."

"Lord Pei, let's have a drink too." Shen Qingzhuo raised the wine cup and said with a smile, "I can't express my gratitude, it's all in the wine."

During the two years when the little apprentice fought in Suixi, if Pei Yanqi hadn't given him all his help, his hair would probably have turned gray in Shengjing.

However, Junshi Pei also received the reward he deserved. Today, he was named Minister of the Ministry of Officials by the new emperor and also served as the second assistant of the cabinet.

"Between you and me, why do you need to talk about this?" Pei Yanqi smiled helplessly, and couldn't bear to brush off Young Master Shen's friendship, and raised his glass with him, "In the future, I hope that the Grand Tutor will be merciful."

"Master Pei is more forgiving." Shen Qingzhuo and him looked at each other, covered their faces with their sleeves, and drank it down in one gulp.

As everyone knows, this scene changed instantly in the eyes of the new emperor on the high platform.

Xiao Shen was playing with the calendula in his hand, rubbing his fingertips back and forth, caressing the edge of the wall, and secretly grinding his back molars.

He wished he could grab Mr. into his arms in public, stared at him for a long time, and then called Eunuch Pan to whisper.

After receiving the order, Eunuch Pan immediately passed through the courtiers to Lord Shen, and bowed in salute: "Master Shen."

Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Eunuch Pan leaned closer to Mr. Shen's ear, and lowered his voice to deliver a message for the saint.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Qingzhuo subconsciously looked at the main seat, and happened to bump into those dark and gloomy eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

After such a distance, that look fell on him like a substance, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Fearing that others would see the clue, Shen Qingzhuo quickly looked away, and replied: "I see, you go back and report to your life."

Today, the monarch and his ministers were supposed to drink happily all night, but the new emperor has been exhausted recently, so he left Fengtian Hall first.

As soon as the majesty left, everyone had no scruples, and the atmosphere in the hall became more and more heated.

Lin Jinyu was planning to have a drink with Mr. Shen, but he couldn't find anyone after searching around, so he couldn't help but wondered, "Old Kong, where did your Mr. Shen go?"

Kong Shang was blushing from drinking, his neck was thick, and he didn't distinguish between east, west, and north, and he replied loudly drunk: "I don't know! Come, come, Lord Lin, I'll toast you!"

Lin Jinyu: "..."

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With a "squeak", Shen Qingzhuo pushed open the heavy palace door, and called out softly, "Your Majesty?"

It was pitch black in the Golden Luan Hall, and no one answered him at all.

"Strange..." He groped and took a step inside, "Someone is—ah!"

The ending sound in mid-air turned into an exclamation, and he was actually hugged by someone.

The familiar and pleasant smell hit his face, Shen Qingzhuo was relieved, and then he blamed: "It's a great day, are you going to scare Mr. to death?"

Xiao Shen laughed out loud, then coaxed in a low voice: "It's too late for me to hold Mr. in the palm of my hand, how can I be willing to scare Mr.?"

Xu Shi stayed in the hall for a long time, his eyes were already used to the darkness, Xiao Shen stepped up the jade steps step by step, and carefully placed the man in his arms on the dragon chair.

The lit red candle illuminated the world, and Shen Qingzhuo realized that he was actually sitting on the dragon chair. Subconsciously, he wanted to jump down, but was held down by a big hand.

"Sir, don't you want to sit here?" Xiao Shen's lips curved slightly, "But I think, Mr. is born to be a throne."

Shen Qingzhuo was a little funny: "You are the emperor, and you are the master of the throne. How can you fit, sir?"

The new emperor shook his head slowly: "The throne belongs to sir."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down on one knee and took the left hand of the emperor.

This hand is like the most precious Ru kiln, the porcelain is white and smooth, and is as slender as jade. The only flaw is a crescent-shaped scar in the shape of a flesh pink crescent on the tiger's mouth.

This is the initial imprint he left on Mr., of course, he will leave more and deeper imprints in the future.

He lowered his eyes reverently and kissed the reddened jade white fingertips, and kissed along the root of the finger to the scar on the tiger's mouth, and then took the little crescent moon in his mouth and sucked heavily.

"Hmm..." An itchy and crispy sensation rose from the tiger's mouth, Shen Qingzhuo's back went numb, and she shrank back into the dragon chair unconsciously, "Xiao Qi, don't..."

"Don't what?" The young emperor raised his phoenix eyes, and looked at the emperor's teacher with hot and presumptuous eyes.

His husband sat on a tall and majestic dragon chair, his thin figure was made even smaller by the lining.The loose hem of the big red boa robe was spread out in a mess, like a red plum blossoming in full bloom in the snow, it was thrillingly beautiful.

"Why... look at Mr. like this?" Shen Qingzhuo was startled by the burning flames in the eyes of the new emperor, and his heart beat like a drum.

At this moment, he had a faint intuition that there seemed to be some danger dormant in the darkness.

"Is this what Mister wants?" Xiao Shen no longer tried hard to hide himself, his expression was fanatical and obsessed, "The throne? The world?"

Shen Qingzhuo was confused, and subconsciously avoided his eyes, "The throne is yours, and the world is yours too."

Shouldn't the little apprentice...

Mistakenly thought that he wanted to be the emperor himself?

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up, but was pushed back the next moment.

This time, the new emperor used his tall and hot body to firmly trap him on the cold and majestic throne, "All the world belongs to me, and I belong to you alone."

Shen Qingzhuo's back softened, and his fingers grasped the strong arm feebly, "Xiao Qi... let me go first."

Too close, too close to each other.

Usually the little apprentice also likes to be close to him, but those hugs are dependent and clingy, but at this moment, the young emperor is full of an indescribable aggression, and the strength of hugging him seems to be...

swallow him.

"I won't let it go, I won't let it go even if I die." Xiao Shen put his hands around his trembling back, his lips seemed to touch the tips of his red ears, "Mr. Taste the sweetness?"

The nectar that he drank at the dinner gradually fermented, and Shen Qingzhuo asked back in a daze, "What sweetness?"

Xiao Shen gently stroked his back, "Power, the throne, the world, these are not what I want."

"Then...what do you want?" Through the big red python robe, Shen Qingzhuo felt that the piece of skin he was touching was about to burn.

The long-term forbearance and restraint declared to be exhausted, Xiao Shen finally bit the long-coveted earlobe, and said clearly: "I want you, sir."

With a "boom", something seemed to explode in his drunken brain, and Shen Qingzhuo gasped in bewilderment: "Xiao Qi..."

The little apprentice wants him?

What do you want him to do...

Xiao Shen rubbed his hot earlobe repeatedly with his teeth, not giving him a chance to recover, he bewitched in a hoarse voice: "Sir, let's... dirty this dragon chair tonight, okay?"

The gorgeous and complicated big red python robe was picked up little by little, but it was not completely taken off, but piled up on the high throne in layers.

There was a cold dragon chair behind him, and a hot body in front of him. Under the torment of ice and fire, Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help but grabbed the armrest of the dragon chair.

The red fingertips curled up unconsciously, and were quickly caught back by the other big hand, clasping fingers tightly together, letting the hot and sticky sweat rub together intimately.

"Woo..." The emperor's master, who was soft all over, squeezed out a broken and pitiful sob from his voice, his thin back was hurt by the hard dragon chair, and he couldn't help struggling.

"Oh..." The young emperor sighed softly, "Sir, it's not okay to be so delicate..."

Where is this going?

That's what he said, but he still raised his hand and hugged his husband into his arms, sitting on the cold throne, letting the big red python robe and the black gold dragon robe intertwine...

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The mellow aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms floats for a long time in the majestic Golden Temple, becoming more and more intoxicating in the darkness...

"Actually, what I want to dirty is not the throne." The tall bridge of the nose rubbed against the delicate skin of the neck. At the last moment, the new emperor murmured, "The thing I want to dirty is sir..."

Pull his god down from the altar, blaspheme him, dirty him, and then you can perish with him forever...

The author has something to say:

Xiaoqi finally confessed!Both of them are sober this time, so they are not taking advantage of Mr. Hehehe...

I'm late!This chapter did my best!Dragon chair play or something, we'll talk about it later...

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