Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

As soon as Qin Ge approached, the black gauze cap on his head was lifted off.

Not that kind of lift, but a lift in the literal sense.

Jun Chenbi disliked that Qin Ge's official hat was in the way, so he raised his hand to take it off for him. The long black hair under the official hat was tied with a wooden hairpin. He touched it, and the ebony hairpin pulled out lightly. The strands of hair fell down immediately, adding a touch of loose wind.

Jun Chenbi embraced the man face to face, and buried his face in Qin Ge's neck. His body and black hair exuded a light and slightly bitter fragrance, which made the emperor take a sip.

Qin Ge felt like a sucked cat, too intimate.

He moved slightly, "Your Majesty..."

"Don't move." Jun Chenbi raised his hand and pinched the back of Qin Ge's neck, his voice was awe-inspiring, and there was a hint of order, "Let me hug you."

Qin Ge didn't dare to move rashly for a moment, so he let him hold her, and reminded, "Just give me a hug."

Jun Chenbi didn't respond.

Qin Ge took it as his consent.

The husband and wife lingered in the palace for a while, and Qin Ge reminded a certain emperor that it was time to review the memorial.

A few days ago, the two fooled around day and night, not knowing what the world was, and the tyrant didn't even go to court in the morning, but none of the books that should be listed in Baiguan and Dayong's various places were kept, and now they are piled up into a small mountain. The heart palace moved to the bedroom.

Qin Ge was under the guise of staying on duty, so he couldn't fool around anymore today.

His task is to assist the Mingjun and guide the tyrant to the way of benevolent government, not to make himself a "disaster concubine" who lures the tyrant "from now on, the king will not go to court early".

Jun Chenbi reluctantly let go of his hand a little bit, Qin Ge was about to go down, straightened his clothes and began to deal with official duties, the arms around his waist suddenly tightened again, Qin Ge was puzzled and didn't know why Jun Chenbi said: "Your Majesty?"

The tyrant's phoenix eyes were deep, and there seemed to be tiny sparks flickering. He just stared at Qin Ge with enthusiasm, and asked, "Kiss."

"..."

Qin Ge, "...Your Majesty, it's just a hug."

Jun Chenbi, "I didn't agree to what you said."

Qin Ge's eyes widened slightly.

I didn't expect the king of a country to be so majestic... Playing a rascal!

D!

Jun Chenbi's phoenix eyes moved, avoiding the young man's sight.

However, the hand clasped around the boy's waist was clearly showing him that——

If he doesn't get the intimacy he wants, he won't let go.

What if the tyrant cheats?

Of course only—

Forgive him!

Qin Ge couldn't help sighing, looking like 'I really can't do anything about you'.

Sitting on Jun Chenbi's lap, he leaned forward and kissed the emperor on the chin for the first time.

She moved up and then kissed the corner of his mouth.

Jun Chenbi is naturally not satisfied with such a casual kiss, if it wasn't for his number one scholar who wanted him to be a wise king, urging him to deal with government affairs and review memorials, Jun Chenbi would be able to hold the boy in front of him right now. desk...

Naturally, this light kiss could not satisfy the violent and arbitrary tyrant His Majesty.

Jun Chenbi's black long eyebrows frowned slightly, twisted up, and then turned back to the guest.

Qin Ge perfunctorily kissed the corner of the tyrant's lips, and was about to back away, saying to him, 'Is that enough? ’, but Jun Chenbi kissed her before she had time.

Wanton intimacy.

...

In the emperor's bedroom, there are countless lingering spring scenes.

Qin Ge's black hair was scattered on the table, Jun Chenbi's long hair fell down and tangled with his...

Jun Chenbi's face is beautiful, and there is a touch of crimson at the end of his eyes, which is beautiful and enchanting.

Qin Ge looked at the bewildered confusion, closed his eyes heavily, and thought unreasonably:

It seems that the memorial can be dealt with tomorrow... right?