The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Half an hour ago.

Xie Xuanying couldn't sleep for a long time, he tossed and turned while lying down with his clothes on, and finally turned over and sat up.

The restless feeling of wanting to fall asleep but not being able to fall asleep tormented his nerves, making his already impetuous heart even more chaotic.

What is the little prince doing now?

According to the people in the palace, the little prince brought the proton of the Jing Dynasty into the harem and took him as a male favorite, and let that person come to serve him tonight.

serve?Who do you serve?To serve the prince?

Is the prince crazy? He looks small, everywhere is small, beside the cold spring of Shen Xin Pavilion, he can be easily surrounded by another man slowly.

From the perspective of a man's self-esteem, the little prince's birth is definitely not brave, it can only be said to be just right, with a delicate shape and a very light color. After being overused, a big red tide will emerge.

As delicate as the little prince's face.

Why is there such an expression?Obviously so fierce at ordinary times, lawless like a bully.

Those memories that he forced himself to forget are now on the beach like the tide is ebbing, exposed to the strong light.

The little prince didn't seem to be physically strong, he must not have moved around on weekdays, the high priest only sucked a few kisses, his legs became weak and he couldn't stand, he needed to put his hands on the man's back, and his voice trembled wildly.

Xie Xuanying originally wanted to briefly recall and severely condemn the absurd behavior of the little prince, but he never expected that the more he recalled, the clearer the picture would be in his mind.

He could even perfectly describe the trembling of the little prince's eyelashes at that time, and the different reactions of the little prince to each of the high priest's actions.

An indescribable heat rushed to his forehead, this feeling again, this feeling again, he was also controlled by this feeling at the edge of the cold spring during the day.

Xie Xuanying cast her head down and stared viciously, then got up and paced around the bedroom with an irritable expression.

Does the little prince really want to pamper the proton of Jingchao?

Favor, how do you pamper?

Untimely, Xie Xuanying's head burst into soft screams, and his white and weak hands unconsciously scratched the man's back, his posture and expression were like a kitten.

No, he had to go and see.

Xie Xuanying lost all her internal strength, but she is a practicing family man, so it is not difficult for him to climb up to the roof.

He sneaked there, using his memory to find the location of the prince's bed, and secretly lifted a few tiles, a ray of light came out, which just happened to allow him to see the little prince's swaying snow-white calf.

That wiping of white was too shocking, Xie Xuanying warned herself, he just came to see what the little prince was going to do tonight, he was purely curious, and had no other thoughts.

It's just that he never thought that he would see such excitement.

Jingchao Zizi is submissive on weekdays, dare not speak loudly, and always smiles at everyone, unexpectedly... kisses very fiercely.

It's a pity that he couldn't see the little prince's expression, he could only see the rounded back of his head and the tangled hair of the little prince and another man.

But it doesn't matter, the voice can be heard clearly.

Tsk... This little prince has a nice voice.

"Thank you sir."

Xie Xuanying was fascinated when he heard it, but the deep male voice pulled him back to reality, and he almost fell off the roof because he was so fascinated.

Fortunately, his chassis was extremely stable, so he quickly adjusted his balance, stood still, and saw someone he didn't want to see.

The man in front of him was dressed in a black outfit, which almost blended into the night under the deep night, and the only eye that was exposed showed his hostility without concealment.

Cang He said coldly, "Young Master Xie, why are you here?"

Seeing Canghe, Xie Xuanying was a little apprehensive. He almost strangled the prince to death in the past, but Canghe, as the prince's personal guard, wanted to kill him in the same way.

The palms around his neck gradually closed, and he who had lost his inner strength was no match for Canghe at all, so he could only stare helplessly at those cold eyes.

The prince on the other side panicked, coughing and kicking Canghe, crying and ordering: "You let him go! Gu orders you, let him go!"

As a secret guard, the master's safety is the first priority, followed by the master's order.

Canghe didn't have much affection for this master at that time, since An

When the danger is lifted, he will obey his master's orders.

Xie Xuanying, who had narrowly escaped death in the hands of Canghe, raised her eyes coldly, her tone inevitably tinged with resentment: "He is also serving His Royal Highness, you can come here, but I can't?"

Canghe glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his eyes to look at the uncovered tiles and the light-transmitting area.

Normal people would have been too embarrassed to be caught doing something wrong on the spot, but Xie Xuanying was thick-skinned, so he boldly lifted another tile and looked back provocatively.

"Mr. Xie, I don't want to make things big." Through the light-transmitting area, Canghe saw the little prince lying on top of another man, and with his sensitive hearing, he couldn't ignore those soft voices.He turned his head away, "You can leave on your own."

His glance was dark, depressing, and deep, and Xie Xuanying immediately read helpless jealousy from it.

envy?Jealous of what?

Jealous of Huajing being able to sleep in the little prince's bed?

The more Xie Xuanying thought about it, the more outrageous it became. The crown prince is so hungry that even the hidden guards around him won't let him go!

"I don't want to stay here either, dirtying my eyes." Even though she said so, Xie Xuanying glanced down again, the foot she had just lifted fell back again, and her gaze sank down.

Cang He frowned, and was about to reprimand, Xie Xuanying gestured to him, pointed down, then gestured to his lips, shook his head, and said silently: "Don't talk."

Canghe and Xie Xuanying looked down along the light-transmitting area together, the little prince was obviously kissed to the core, the snow-white underclothes stuck to his body as if soaked in water, and became translucent, revealing a pink-white flesh color.

"You, presumptuous!"

"Lonely... um..."

The little prince had just turned his head slightly, revealing part of his exquisite profile. The eyes of the two people on the roof locked instantly, and their throats moved slightly. After the little prince's face was turned back, dissatisfaction and loss appeared at the same time.

But this didn't disturb their interest at all, they continued to watch, and saw the little prince reaching out his small hand to touch himself, checking the sweat on his body, when the soft little hand brushed over the skin without any pity, a little powder was rubbed out instead.

The skin is so tender.

Xie Xuanying's throat moved slightly, and she commented objectively in her heart.

Xie Xuanying didn't realize something was wrong until Hua Jingshi coaxed the little prince to lift up a little and change into new clothes.

But the little prince usually has such a bad temper, but now he was limp, and he did it stupidly, lifting it extremely neatly.

Large flakes of white powder broke into the fundus of the eyes, and the heat boiled from the eyeballs and spread to the internal organs, especially the burning of the abdomen was severe, and there were signs of intensification.

With a bang, two more tiles were lifted.

Canghe and Xie Xuanying looked at each other at the same time, quickly moved away, put down the tiles in their hands, and continued to focus on the movement below.

Xie Xuanying's hands are not the delicate type, but they are very long and have a strong sense of bone, perhaps because they have done rough work since childhood, and their hands are covered with rough calluses.

The fingertips touched it, the knuckles stopped abruptly at the entrance, and the remaining knuckles were swaying slightly.

so small……

The tip of Xie Xuanying's nose became hot, so she didn't care to wipe it. She just covered her nose with her sleeve casually, fearing that she might miss something, so she lowered her head down again, wishing she could bury her head in it.

This little prince is really evil, why even this place is full of fans.

The more he looked, the faster the rolling frequency in his throat, because his eyes were sore from not closing his eyes for a long time, and the blood in his nasal cavity was still flowing.

It wasn't until some of the nosebleed almost dripped into the light-transmitting area that he got up in a panic, wiped it carelessly, and wiped half of his face in a mess.

Xie Xuanying's face was stained with blood, her back was straight, as if what happened just now had happened completely, and she left first after leaving a word of farewell.

Canghe ignored him, but continued to concentrate and bow his head.

When he was sure that Xie Xuanying had really walked away, he slowly moved his legs. He always wore strong clothes, and any change would become obvious.

He heard the little prince's continuous humming, he closed his eyes, and slowly put his hand on it.

Until his body was wiped dry, Yu Qing was still crying and cursing: "When Gu Gu wakes up, Gu Gu will definitely punish you!"

Hua Jingshi was so bold, he said everything

The next time he stopped, Huajing Shi ignored it and insisted on going his own way, causing his quilt to become soaked and unable to sleep at all.

The little prince was tightly wrapped in a brocade quilt, only a small head was exposed in the snow-white thin quilt, Hua Jingshi hugged him tightly, watching the slender white fingers pinch a corner, the delicate and rosy little face slowly Lifting up, his misty eyes were full of anger.

"You wait for the orphan!" The little prince yawned, but still did not forget to warn the other party with harsh words.

The maid at the side glanced at them secretly, just in time to meet Huajing Shi's gentle but powerful gaze, she immediately lowered her head and continued to spread the bedding.

A group of people came in a mighty way, and left silently.

When everything was ready, Hua Jingshi put the little prince on the couch, moving carefully, for fear of waking up Yu Qing who was already asleep.

He stared at the jade neck for a long time, but still couldn't bear it, he lowered his head and restrainedly sucked on it.

In the early morning of the next day, when Yu woke up, Hua Jingshi was nowhere to be found. Just as he was about to get angry, the bead curtain was lifted by a familiar hand, and Hua Jingshi came with a porcelain bowl.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Yu Qing glared at him, but he didn't respond. Instead, he took the spoon and smiled at him, "I made fresh shrimp and hibiscus porridge for Your Highness today in Beijing, do you want to try it, Your Highness?"

"I don't like porridge." Yu Qing said coldly.

Even though the little prince said so, he still came over to take a look, he looked good, he opened his mouth, Hua Jingshi immediately cooled a spoonful of porridge and fed it.

Yu Qing's eyes are shining, it's delicious!

He never thought that Hua Jingshi's culinary skills were so outstanding that he was able to compare with all the chefs in the Imperial Dining Room.

The little prince, who was still full of anger just now, is now sitting there eating porridge obediently, his eating is extremely gentle, revealing an inherent nobility.

The red lips were moistened by the porridge, and sometimes the tip of the tongue licked the white jade spoon, leaving a water mark.

Hua Jingshi sat at the side and concentrated on feeding the porridge. The two people's intimate behavior made the palace understand. When they saw the hickey on the side of the little prince's neck, they exchanged glances.

Yu Qing rushed to Shenxin Pavilion after breakfast. Noon was the hottest time, so he had to stay by the cold spring.

Wei Shengyin seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, before he came, he waited behind the door of Shenxin Pavilion, seeing him coming, his cold face melted like winter snow, and it was stained with a touch of tenderness.

The numerology class was boring, and Yu Qing was not interested, so he fell there and fell asleep.

Wei Shengyin didn't wake him up, but pushed the little prince's shoulder, letting him lie on his lap.

For Wei Shengyin, who is not good at communicating with others, such company is invaluable. He looked down at the little prince's snow-white face, perhaps having a sweet dream. The little prince's red lips parted slightly, revealing a dark spot in his mouth.

like a wound.

Wei Shengyin didn't dabble in the love between men and women, and he didn't know that kissing can also cause wounds. The first time he saw the wound, he subconsciously thought, who is so bold to hurt His Royal Highness?

He stretched out his hand to press the center of the lower lip, and fiddled with the lip, the rosy inner wall of the mouth and the white teeth were completely exposed, and the dark marks became more eye-catching.

He saw clearly that it was a bite mark.

Unspeakable anger welled up in his heart, and his movements couldn't help but become a little heavier. He opened the little prince's lips, bent down, and tried to see the wound more clearly.

The fingertips could not avoid being tainted with a sweet and greasy smell, Wei Shengyin looked down at the lustrous luster in a daze, lowered his head to sniff and kiss carefully, with an obsessive expression, as if possessed by a demon.

The sleeping Yu Qing trembled her eyelashes and frowned, obviously unhappy again, but unfortunately he was sleeping deeply and didn't know that he was being bullied.

He turned his head a little, revealing a fresh and ambiguous mark on the side of his neck.

The hickey marks are the superimposed imprints of repeated kisses. Just by looking at it, one can imagine how addicted this person was at that time, and how dissatisfied like a mad dog.

The smoky gray eyes that were misty like smog gradually became hot, and Wei Shengyin stared at the hickey, his heart tightened, his heart beat violently, as if a beast that was about to come out of the cage was trapped inside, and he was instructed to cover up the hickey. .

As soon as this bold idea came out, it was quickly recognized by Wei Shengyin, and he held onto it without hesitation.

A piece of flesh, wanting to bend down and bite off, to cover this mark.

Occupy your territory like a savage beast, marking it in a direct way.

It's a pity that before he could implement it, a cold and forceful voice came faintly: "High Priest."

Wei Shengyin quickly turned Yu Qing's neckline to cover the hickey, and then raised his head to look at the person who came.

Is the prime minister.

Qiu Zhiruo is the uncle of the current crown prince. His family has been a loyal minister for generations, and his family style is extremely strict. At the same time, he has an elegant temperament, a beautiful scenery, and a reputation of a gentleman.

He looks upright and handsome, with a bold nose, wearing court clothes, black hair and purple robe fluttering in the wind, and a clear sharpness hidden in his plain eyes.

Qiu Zhiruo looked at Wei Shengyin, more precisely, at His Highness the Crown Prince in his arms: "Your Highness has been greedy for fun recently, neglected studies, and missed many courses. I came here this time to pick up His Highness the Crown Prince. .”

Wei Shengyin was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "Your Highness is sleeping, when he wakes up, the Prime Minister will come and pick him up."

Qiu Zhiruo was just being polite to Wei Shengyin, and as soon as Wei Shengyin finished speaking, he stepped forward, bent and stretched his arms, ready to snatch Wei Shengyin directly.

Although Wei Shengyin was not good at dealing with the world, he didn't want to just hand over Yu Qing, and besides, Yu Qing was sleeping, so they shouldn't disturb him.

Facing resistance, Qiu Zhiruo gave Wei Shengyin a cold look. He just hadn't stared at the prince for a while, and the prince was having fun all day long, and even brought the proton of Jingchao back to the East Palace. It's just nonsense!

His Royal Highness, how can he hang out with men every day?How to inherit the great rule in the future?

Wei Shengyin refused to let him go, Chou Zhiruo pressed on every step of the way, the two of them came back and forth, even though they restrained their strength, they still woke up the little prince.

The little prince has a bad temper, even worse when he got up, he didn't even see who was coming, he just raised his arm and slapped him hard.

Then he raised his eyelashes a little bit, raised his eyes ferociously, and the opponent's entire face was turned away, and he froze for a moment before slowly turning his face back.

It was an elegant and upright face, but at the moment there was severe criticism in his eyes, and Yu Qing shook his shoulders in fright just after being glanced at.

How is it his uncle!

The little prince is not afraid of anything, only this uncle.

When Yu Qing first came here, he was dragged by Qiu Zhiruo to take lessons every day, practicing archery and horsemanship... But he was not good at these, every time he slipped away, every time he was caught, he was punished.

Some time ago, the frontier war was in a hurry, and Qiu Zhiruo could not focus on him for the time being, so he was able to breathe.

I thought that Qiu Zhiruo would get angry, but I didn't expect that Qiu Zhiruo just looked at Wei Shengyin calmly: "High Priest, you should leave first, I have something to discuss with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who used to be arrogant, bowed his head obediently and remained silent when he saw the Prime Minister, like a kitten with its nails pulled out.

Wei Shengyin hesitated to speak, but left anyway.

There were only two people left beside the cold spring, Qiu Zhiruo relaxed, and said helplessly, "Come here."

Yu Qing came over reluctantly, and obediently lay on Qiu Zhiruo's lap under Qiu Zhiruo's calm gaze.

His small face was so depressed, why did Qiu Zhiruo just happen to be his uncle?He has always been very tolerant to his relatives. In other words, if it is a close relative, it doesn't matter if he is a little stricter.

Just thinking about this, Yu Qing felt chilly all over his body, and just about to turn his head to look, there was a snap, and his whole body was about to bounce.

Originally, Qiu Zhiruo just wanted to scare Yu Qing, but he didn't expect him to see the color of the small area that was originally pink and tender darken. Although it was cleaned very well, traces of overuse could still be seen.

There are several marks on the snow-like skin, like finger marks.

The aloof and arrogant prime minister couldn't restrain his anger immediately, he was as angry as a husband who found out his wife was having an affair, he raised his hand and slapped it down.

The little prince opened his eyes wide: "Do you dare to fight Gu?!"

"Can't you fight?" Qiu Zhiruo said coldly, his cold eyes fell on the dazzling fingerprints, "Who did it?"

Who was the blind man who secretly touched his crown prince while he was not paying attention?

"Qiu Zhiruo, how dare you hit Gu! Ahhh—"

"

Your Royal Highness, I am your uncle. "If Qiu Zhi saw that he was biting him to death and didn't say anything, he subconsciously thought that he was defending a certain lover, and his tone became very cold.

"...That can't beat the orphan!"

The voice was soft, with a bit of crying, Qiu Zhiruo's heart softened again, he looked down at the palm print, and found that the finger mark had been completely covered, and his mood improved a little.

Qiu Zhiruo slowly rubbed the reddish area, then picked up the little prince with wet eyes, and rubbed away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips: "Squeamish. I can't stand this, how will I inherit the great rule in the future."

"Then you can't hit here...here!" Yu Qing wondered if Qiu Zhi was sick.

Everyone in the palace said that the prime minister originally had no hope for the prince, and he even persuaded the emperor to have another prince.

Therefore, Yuanshen also hated this uncle very much, and the two of them were in a state of being inseparable from each other.

After Yu Qing came here, Qiu Zhiruo came to the door every three days, insisting on talking to him about the art of war and teaching him how to shoot arrows.

Of course he was squeamish and refused to do so. After objecting too many times, Qiu Zhiruo also began to think of ways to punish him. Once, Qiu Zhiruo found out that he had an unusually good face, and thought of this "good way".

When the little prince glared at people, his eyes were watery, and the tip of his small nose had some powder floating out, looking exquisite and unusual.

Qiu Zhiruo held back his smile, and coaxed in a soft voice: "Then next time, how about hitting your palms?"

"not good!"

Yu Qing glared at him fiercely again, "The palm of your hand is not accurate."

The little prince found that his uncle was in a good mood now, so he pushed his nose to his face, and felt that this position was uncomfortable, so he adjusted his sitting position and sat in the man's arms.

But the beating just now was real after all. When he sat down, the wound was pressed, and he groaned, and his small shoulders followed suit.

Qiu Zhiruo's body froze slightly because of the voice, and it was too late to hide at this moment.

The little prince suddenly opened his eyes wide, lowered his head to take a look, Qiu Zhiruo was handsome and blush, and made the little prince snort again: "Are you sure you are teaching Gu from the position of uncle?"

Qiu Zhiruo said nothing, his thin lips stretched into a dangerous line.

Not getting an answer, Yu Qing was not angry, but knelt and stood on top of Qiu Zhiruo, their hair was intertwined, and their moist and hot breath fell like thunder on Qiu Zhiruo's ears.

"How does Gu feel that the Prime Minister is satisfying his selfish desires and deliberately wants to see Gu cry?"

Just as Qiu Zhiruo was about to refute, the little prince slowly rolled the evidence with his knees. He quickly raised his eyes, and the little prince was smiling casually.

"Isn't it, Lord Prime Minister?"

Bad look, teasing tone.

It was supposed to be a disgusting scene, but it aroused people's thoughts for no reason and made everything intensified.

"Yes."

After all, Qiu Zhiruo had seen big scenes before, so he didn't feel stage fright because of it. His expression was still cold, his aura was calm, except for the reddish pinnae, everything he did was calm and composed, making it hard for anyone to see his mistakes.

"What would His Royal Highness want? To punish the minister?"

It's just a child's play, he will accompany it to the end.

Chou Zhiruo's face was slowly held up, and the tip of their noses touched each other, getting very close.

"how could be?"

The little prince intentionally rubbed the tip of the man's nose, feeling that the man's breathing was disturbed, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mischievous arc.

"The prime minister is very honest, Gu likes honest children. And good children are rewarded here."

The little prince was afraid of the heat, so he was wearing thin clothes, with slender white fingers running around his waist, slowly untying himself.

He got up, slowly sat back on the ground, propped his hands behind his back, and opened his mouth like alms.

"Climb over."