The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

As the prince of the Western Regions, Wei Shengmo has been the focus of attention since he was a child, so he naturally doesn't know how to serve others, but now this tall and noble man is obediently kneeling in front of the smaller little emperor, helping the little emperor put on his underwear.

"Your Majesty, lift your foot."

Even if he was being served, the bad-tempered little emperor still looked impatient, and raised his leg in disgust, his white and tender toes brushed against the man's knee, and when he stepped on the dark thigh, the man's muscles would bulge instantly, Form an explosive arc.

The contrast in their shapes is too strong, one is black like a beast, covered with well-developed and muscular muscles, the other is a fluffy little rabbit, covered in snow-white, it looks extraordinarily soft to the touch.

The calf is round, not dry and thin. When holding it, a small piece of the fingertips will be sunken, and there will be plenty of soft flesh between the fingers.

Wei Shengmo looked at it, and then became dazed again, his eyes revealing obsession.

Yu Qing hated people who didn't move quickly, he bent his legs and touched Wei Shengmo's chin with his knee, impatiently said: "Hurry up, I have something to do later."

Wei Shengmo was afraid of making him unhappy, so he could only speed up, but he really couldn't figure out how to wear the Central Plains costumes, layer after layer of clothing made him flustered.

After half a day, I only put on my underwear and underwear.

The little emperor wasted half a day here, but he couldn't even put on any clothes. He immediately smashed his outer robe on Wei Shengmo's face in annoyance, the disgust and contempt in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Wei Shengmo hoped that the little emperor would give him another chance, when there was a knock on the door, the little emperor glared at him and ordered him to open the door.

After opening the door, no matter whether it was Wei Shengmo or the visitor, they were all there in a daze.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air. Yu Qing waited for a long time but didn't find anyone. He took a few steps outside, and the people outside looked at him at the same time.

Looking at each other, Yu Qing saw this divine face, which was micro-born silver.

"Why is the high priest here?"

"It was the regent who summoned his ministers."

When they were chatting, Wei Shengmo naturally returned to the little emperor's side, took the initiative to stretch out his hand to support the little emperor's arm, and put his other hand around his waist, almost completely hugging the little emperor in his arms.

"Your Majesty, it's cold now, let's go back to the house." Wei Shengmo helped the little emperor brush away the messy hair from his sideburns, and said softly, "I will continue to serve you to change clothes."

Yu Qing hummed, then looked at Wei Shengyin again: "You come in too."

Inside the house, Wei Shengmo was still helping Yu Qing change clothes. Although Wei Shengmo wanted to do this well, he was still unable to do so.

The style of clothing in the Western Regions is simple, and the way to wear it is clear at a glance. The Central Plains pays attention to etiquette, and the clothing is extremely complicated, let alone the emperor's clothing.

The little emperor had no patience, and pushed the man away. The man was about to apologize, when an ethereal and low voice came from the side: "Let me come."

Wei Shengmo looked at him with a frown.

He can understand that other men are as interested in the little emperor as he is, rushing to serve the little emperor, but what is the high priest of the Qing Dynasty doing?

While he was pondering, the little emperor also hummed.

Although Weishengyin's technique is not as proficient as the palace people, he still knows how to put on clothes. His slender knuckles passed through the belt, and there was a slight pause when he touched his lower abdomen. He quickly pulled the clothes properly and dressed neatly.

All accessories are arranged incomparably appropriate.

"Well done." Yu Qing praised habitually, but as soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was clasped.

He lowered his head in confusion, watching the man's hand slide from the wrist to the back of the hand, and then slowly touched and rubbed it. The palm of the hand wrapped around his little hand, and the fingers with clear bones slowly penetrated into the gap between the fingers.

Fingers intertwined.

Wei Shengmo's eyelids twitched, and under the raised eyelashes there was a shocking astonishment. Before he had time to ask what the relationship between the two was, he heard the man in front of him softly say: "Your Majesty, do you want to take the Ninth Prince as your concubine?"

At this time, he forgot to ask questions, and hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen, his eyes looked expectantly and eagerly at the little emperor, waiting for the little emperor to give him a title.

Yu Qing raised his eyelids, his long and thick eyelashes cast dense shadows underneath, his head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were full of puzzlement.

Wei Shengyin avoided his gaze, lowered his eyes to cover the complicated

Emotion: "Your Majesty, you cannot bring the Ninth Prince into the harem."

"His birthday horoscope beats you."

The veins near the brow bone twitched fiercely, and Wei Shengmo's eyes instantly became fierce, like a beast running in the dark in the jungle, unabashedly releasing his malice, staring straight at Wei Shengyin.

What is this bitch talking about?

He admitted that he had never provoked the High Priest, nor had he ever had a dispute with him.If we had to talk about contradictions, perhaps the contradictions between them mainly came from the little emperor.

But both of them have no status, what is this cheap man doing to target him instead of targeting Hua Jingshi or Xie Xuanying? !

"Your Majesty, don't listen to his nonsense. The year I was born, Furui was descended from heaven. The heavenly master calculated my fate. I am the reincarnation of a lucky star. I will only bring blessings to you and the future Qing Dynasty, and will never restrain you." !" He stared viciously at the expressionless man in front of him, "Don't let people with malicious intentions drive you apart and hurt our relationship."

Before Yu Qing could speak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Qiu Zhiruo walked slowly, but he walked steadily, his face was calm, and there were some bloodstains on his body.

"Your Majesty, the high priest is right." Chou Zhiruo said slowly, "During this period of time, the high priest has checked the fates of all the people in the harem, no matter the maids, guards, or..." He His expression became extremely unwilling, but he still said lightly, "Or someone who will serve Your Majesty personally."

"Anyone who offends His Majesty, I will give them a sum of money and let them leave the palace early. The fates of Mr. Hua and Mr. Xie are ordinary, not bad, but they will not violate your Majesty's fate." rush."

"and also--"

Qiu Zhiruo looked coldly at Wei Shengmo, "Ninth Prince, our Qing Dynasty is a state of etiquette, and we respect your foreign envoys, but your people don't seem to take us seriously."

"Just an hour ago, your personal attendant openly discussed His Majesty's appearance in the palace, using vulgar and harsh words. The palace staff went to remind him, but he was kicked and punched instead."

Wei Shengmo's teeth clenched, some of the attendants around him were indeed rebellious and disobedient to discipline, but these people were all warriors from the Western Regions, and they were spies sent by his father to watch him and not let him do anything wrong.

"What did you do to them?"

"Beheaded on the spot."

Qiu Zhiruo lightly dropped a sentence, his tone was ordinary, he was the regent of the Qing Dynasty, and life and death were only in his mind.

The face of the little emperor on the side changed slightly. He was afraid that the little emperor would be frightened, so he hurriedly added, "Just kidding, the Ninth Prince won't take it seriously, will he?"

"This king just punished them according to the palace rules. Unexpectedly, they refused to accept it and fought with this king. There is no way, this king can only give them a little color."

"What did they scold me for?"

The little emperor suddenly asked a question, but no one answered.He said, "I want to know."

If Qiu Zhi didn't want to repeat those dirty words, he hugged the little emperor into his arms, slowly rubbed the back of the little emperor's head with his big palm, feeling the smoothness under his palm, and coaxed softly, "What are you listening to these words for? Those who can't speak will never have a chance to speak in this life. Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will take care of it for you."

Not only these few people with broken mouths, but anyone who dares to talk about the little emperor's right and wrong, or harbors evil intentions, he will solve them one by one.

He will not make the prophecy come true, nor will his little nephew be harmed.

"Your Majesty—" Wei Shengmo tried to defend himself, but the man in silver robes knelt in front of him and interrupted heavily, "Your Majesty, if you insist on letting the Ninth Prince enter the harem, the fate of the country will be affected."

"Your Majesty, please think twice."