I'm too tired to be in the Shura field every day

It took three hours for Beiyu to finally pound it into a spice.

Because the prime minister and him are seven years apart, Beiyu wants to make himself feel as mature as possible. The luxurious ambergris has the demeanor of a king, and the fragrance of plants and flowers at the end makes people feel calm and relaxed.

Although he is also a man, he is born with a slender frame. Compared with the prime minister who is close to 1.9 meters, the difference in size is slightly larger.

Apply the balm on the wrist, and then rub it together with the forearm like white lotus root, the fragrance spreads out.

Exhausting all my aesthetics, and drinking a few sips of wine in advance to strengthen my courage, I am bound to win the prime minister tonight!

Just after changing his clothes, he caught a glimpse of the female officer and hurriedly walked into the bedroom to report: "Your Majesty, the gentleman at the banquet has lost his alcohol."

Bei Yu hurriedly asked, "Is the person settled properly?"

The female officer said: "I have arranged the person to the ear hall according to His Majesty's previous instructions, but looking up, the lord seems to be in a bad mood and resisted when he helped him. Your Highness should not go to visit."

The female officer said it implicitly, but in fact, the scene of a group of guards being blown away flashed through her mind, and in the end it was the man who suddenly fell to his knees and was able to help him.

Bei Yu knew that this was the effect of his medicine. The stronger a person was, the less he could use his strength. He pursed his lips and smiled, "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion. You go down, don't say anything about what happened tonight."

"Your Highness, do you want me to go with you? It's also good to light a lamp for you." The female officer asked.

The lights will only make Beiyu more nervous, making it inconvenient for him to move, he said: "No need, you will wake me up tomorrow, go and rest now."

The female officer retreated in response, and Bei Yu also came to the ear hall with holographic lights alone. This is the side hall besides the emperor's bedroom, and it was the place where he lived when he was the prince. He took a few deep breaths in front of the door, and then pressed his hand Upper door panel.

The moment he put the door panel on, as if after precise calculation, his palm became hot in an instant, flowing from his shoulders to his limbs.

The alcohol intensified his emotions, and his sensitive senses amplified the timidity in his heart, so he pushed open the door panel hard.

Beiyu pushed open the door, the room was very dark, he groped towards the bedroom based on his memory.

Holding on to the screen, he touched the table, came to the bed, stepped on the air with his toes hanging, stepped on the bed board, leaned over and touched the bed, there was heavy breathing on the bed, and one could tell that the person on the bed seemed to be trapped Struggling like a beast, but in vain, he felt him approaching, and asked loudly, "Who!"

The one with a bad tone is Chong Yan who was plotted against.

Martial arts practitioners are very sensitive to their own physical condition. When he found that his strength was lost, he wanted to leave the banquet, but found that he went to the banquet alone without any cronies, and the palace servants seemed to have known that he would be like this and wanted to help him , he knew that he was deliberately plotted against, but the struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally fell to his knees completely.

This is probably an unpleasant provocation for him to return to Beijing to accept the reward. He was calculated because he didn't expect that someone would reach out to the monarch, and he didn't clean it up enough.

And no matter who opened the dinner party, he will definitely pick out the man who manipulates the monarch and stab him to death!

But I heard a soft voice, "It's me."

The voice was soft and timid.

Chong Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then saw a few slender fingertips rolling up the gauze, and a small face with no sense of direction was exposed blankly against the gauze.

Because of practicing martial arts for many years, he can clearly see this soft little face even on such a dark bed. After ten years, this small face has grown, but it has not completely grown. Long open.

A pair of deer eyes are still soft and glutinous, the black pupils with natural wide area are too childish, the small nose is straight and beautiful, and the lips are pursed into a line of rouge, looking very troubled.

Bei Yu was stretching out his hands to grope with doubts. He didn't expect that in a completely dark space, people could not even distinguish left and right.

The extravagant and luxurious clothes brought him a lot of hindrances, and when he couldn't see the room, he bumped his forehead against the bedpost, "Um..."

There may be many good-looking boys, but only one can carry this claim.

"Your Highness?" Chong Yan confirmed.

"It's me." Bei Yu stood up to answer, and then hit the bedpost again, "Hiss..."

"Right." Hearing the man's mellow voice gave him guidance.

He found his right hand, crawled towards it, put his feet on the bed completely, pressed his hands to a warm bump, and touched the man's leg muscles, which were flexible and full of strength, and he couldn't see them in complete darkness. Under such conditions, he lost his sense of direction and could only look for the way up, carefully avoiding places he shouldn't touch.

Pressing the explosive muscles, Bei Yu didn't feel suspicious.

Although the prime minister had been ill for a long time, he danced with swords all the year round, and the prime minister was tall, almost the same body shape as the regent. Even though he was thinner than the regent, how could Beiyu distinguish clearly in the dark.

Pressing down on the tight side waist, Beiyu knew that the position was enough, and leaned over to stroke the cheek of "Prime Minister", as if using strokes to replace eye greetings in a completely dark environment, and said caringly: "Long time no see, love Qing has worked hard all the way."

Chong Yan frowned and asked him: "Is it His Majesty's will to captivate the minister?"

He cares a little about this.

If you can see it, you will find that Chongyan's fingertips have forced out a lot of wine, which is flowing down the edge of the bed, but Beiyu is only as dull as a normal person in a completely dark environment, and he said aggrievedly: "I want to see you in private, I'm afraid you won't agree."

The prime minister is a serious person, and he is the head of the ministers. In private, the ministers have to keep a distance from the monarch. They can only discuss with the ministers. This is the only way to be fair.

Chong Yan listened, and his expression relaxed a little, but he taught the lesson: "Even if you don't want to, your majesty shouldn't use this method. If it spreads out, it will only make people feel that your majesty is alienated from your ministers."

"No, I didn't let others know!" Bei Yu said quickly, and he said anxiously, "I, I just want to see you in private. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I want to see you."

The tired fingertips trembled.

My intuition is that this is a lie of the monarch, but why are my ears so useful?

He whispered, "Really?"

"Really." Bei Yu said, "I have always heard about Aiqing's deeds. Wherever Aiqing went, I was always concerned about her. You are my humerus minister. I have longed for Aiqing for a long time. I want to have a closer relationship with you." Further, but I know that Aiqing is self-disciplined, and I am afraid that I will dislike Long Yang's matter, but I can't help myself..."

The anxiety in his eyes could be seen in the darkness, and he was so frank that he said: "Zhen, I put medicine in Qing's wine, yes, I'm sorry."

After Bei Yu finished speaking, his shoulders tensed up, for fear that the prime minister would scold him.

But he didn't hear the prime minister's scolding, and the prime minister asked him in a daze: "Your Majesty, have you paid attention to the minister?"

For a long time, Chong Yan could only receive regular letters of condolence from the court, which were cold and impersonal. Only at the end of the year could he see that person's imperial pen, but it was only a business-like condolence.

Bei Yu recalled the daily life of following the progress of the prime minister's mission, and said, "That's natural. When Qing crossed the Huangsha Road, I was extremely worried."

I was suffocated, Huangsha Road was the pass he captured the year before last, and that time his ambush all over the mountain was extremely dangerous.

Bei Yu said: "When Qing went to the White Grassland, I couldn't eat or sleep well."

The White Grassland was the border he regained last year. He was shot by a crossbow during the siege by five thousand cavalry.

"When Qing crosses the Xiangyang River, I wish I could turn into a fish to accompany you," Bei Yu said, leaning down and leaning against the "Prime Minister"'s chest, "I miss Ai Qing, and I always look forward to being alone with Ai Qing. I still have important things to think about." Ask you..."

The sweet scent of grass and trees pressed down, and the heavy breath was slightly tight.

The new emperor's soft palms that did not touch the spring water were pressed against his neck, and the breath he exhaled burned his clothes.

Bei Yu's five fingers tightly clenched the "Prime Minister"'s neckline, and he became even more nervous when the atmosphere reached, and asked in a trembling voice, "Qing, are you willing?"

"no!"

Suddenly hearing the prime minister's cold refusal, Bei Yu was also dizzy, "Ah..."

After recollection, his back hit the soft couch, the prime minister's blurred silhouette was above him, looking down at him and saying: "Your Majesty, you can't."

"Why?" Bei Yu was in a trance for a while, and then asked in surprise, "Qing, why did you move?!"

He put the medicine that can kill two adults!

Chongyan had already expelled the wine from his body, but his cheeks were blushing hard to dissipate. He had no time to explain Beiyu's problem, so he grabbed Beiyu's wrist and reiterated seriously: "Your Majesty's proposal, I must refuse."

"Why?" Beiyu asked.

Chong Yan suppressed the hotness in his body, and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's too young."

Seven years younger than him, his wrists are as thin as a boy.

Bei Yu was puzzled for a while, and replied emphatically: "I'm eighteen!"

"Eighteen is too...too young." Chongyan said in a low voice.

He said: "Your Majesty should grow up a little more, and think about these things after he reaches the crown."

Bei Yu was even more confused, let alone that he was an adult, since ancient times, haven't kings learned about personnel affairs early?Two years ago, a minister wanted to fill him with a court lady, but at that time he was really too young, and the prime minister was actually more modern than a modern person like him.

"No, I have to..." Bei Yu said, struggling to sit up, but suddenly groaned and fell back.

"Your Majesty?" Chong Yan heard Bei Yu's breathing became rapid, and the tip of his nose let out an uncomfortable moan. He felt something strange, and touched Bei Yu's neck with his fingertips. "Your Majesty is heating up rapidly, and the blood is also rolling."

He withdrew his fingertips and asked in a deep voice, "What did Your Majesty eat?"

Bei Yu said: "I drank wine..."

"Is it just wine?" The heavy-hate tone was a bit heavy.

"In the wine," Bei Yu said with grievance, "there's some 'healthy' medicine mixed in."

Chong Yan took a deep breath and asked, "Why is Your Majesty doing this?"

Bei Yu blurted out, "For those 6 people."

"6 people?"

"Ah, no," Bei Yu paused, and then said again, "It's for my own sake, I want to be tender with Ai Qing."

The medicine given to the prime minister is to make people lose strength, but the medicine given to him is to increase excitement, because he is afraid that he will be too nervous...

Bei Yu felt uncomfortable and anxious, with red eyes, he pulled the sleeve of the person in front of him and said, "Ai Qing, I'm already like this, why not?"

Chong Yan sighed, and said with a straight face: "Your Majesty, even if you want to do things like cloud and rain, you shouldn't use drugs to cheer you up. Instead, you should communicate with each other first. Your Majesty's approach will only make the minister feel that your Majesty has not yet given up. Rationality in dealing with emotional matters, I can't accompany His Majesty to mess around."

When Bei Yu heard that he was rejected in such a down-to-earth manner, his eyes turned red, and he almost cried, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Then he heard the political teacher say: "But as a minister, even if you don't approve of your majesty's decision, you will still help your majesty solve problems within a safe range."

Bei Yu was taken aback, "Qing..."

Then he became dizzy again, and he was picked up by someone.

Beiyu was directly hugged by Chongyan on his stomach. He was very light, and he was just a small ball sitting on someone else's waist, so he didn't have a lot of sense of quality.

Chong Yan drove away the personal feelings in his heart, put Bei Yu's hand on his shoulder, and said, "If you can't bear it, grab me."

Bei Yu obediently put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, but he still didn't know why he did it, until his body trembled and he was wrapped by a powerful force.

"Hmm...!" He raised his voice at the end.

Even the clothes were not loose at all, and the man grabbed him through the clothes.

He was inexperienced, so he clenched his palms within a few strokes, and was forced to bend down halfway.

"Let's rely on the minister." The man's voice was low, and he hugged him on the shoulder, solving his staggering.

He was depressed, his eyes were flushed, and the corners of his eyes were moistened by a strange and distinct feeling. When it was the most unbearable, he couldn't help it, hugging the man and crying softly.

The novel feeling captivated his senses, and the fireworks exploded on him until the fuel ran out, and he fell asleep from sleepiness, and he was satisfied three or four times during the process.

It was the other party who wiped his sweat for him before going to bed, and gently wiped his sweaty cheeks with a soft handkerchief.

He heard the other party say: "Your Majesty, I hope we will be awake next time."

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Later, Beiyu said to Fu Yue: Prime Minister, your method is different from when you first returned to Beijing.

Fu Yue paused and raised her head to look at Beiyu.