The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

When Wei Shengmo returned to the residence, his face was gloomy. The attendants with wounds on their faces waited for him for a long time, and when they saw him coming, they stepped forward one after another to file a complaint.

But no matter how they opened their lips, they couldn't make any sound. Instead, the attendants on the other side spoke for them.

He glanced at them lightly, sat down leisurely, poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and put the tea cup on the table.

The noisy sound stopped abruptly at the same time.

"Did you discuss Your Majesty in the Imperial Garden today?"

"we do not have!"

Someone said angrily, "Chawadan only said that the new emperor of the Qing Dynasty looks like a little girl, that's all."

Wei Shengmo raised his eyes: "Really?"

That Chawadan is a well-known warrior in the Western Regions. His skin is a healthy and vital wheat color, and his complexion is getting darker because of his anger. His eyes are burning with anger, and he is dancing and doing sign language to Wei Shengmo.

"You want me to seek justice for you?"

The man was just about to nod when hot tea was splashed on his face, and he covered his face and howled in pain.

The people on the side were about to help, but Wei Shengmo stood up slowly, and the gold ornaments and necklaces that symbolized Furui on his body made a crisp sound when they were struck, as if a curse made them stop.

Wei Shengmo came to Chawadan and bowed slightly.With his hands on his thighs, he tilted his head with a bright smile, "Who allows you to talk about Your Majesty?"

He stepped on the grinning man's face with a smile on his face, "Who do you think he is?"

"He is the king of the Qing Dynasty."

"Are you worthy to talk about him?"

Weishengmo paused for a moment, as if he had suddenly realized, "But now you are speechless, but why am I still so angry?"

He exerted a little force on his toes, and there was a sound of dislocation of bones under his feet. After the sharp and ear-piercing wailing passed, Chavardan didn't make any other movements.

The people on the side turned pale with fright, and looked down at the ground like quails, completely forgetting who was filled with righteous indignation just now, and asked Wei Shengmo to help them seek justice.

There was a cloud of blood on the ground, like a blood mist.Feeling the smell of blood, Wei Shengmo frowned in disgust, raised his finger slightly, and someone immediately lifted Chawadan down.

He sat back on the spot, the violence rolling in his chest was not relieved by the vent just now.

Could it be because of these blind people?Because of them, the little emperor didn't like him anymore.

Not long ago, when he was still arguing with the high priest and the regent, the little emperor suddenly interrupted: "When did I say that I would accept Wei Shengmo as my concubine?"

Hope broken.

Wei Shengmo folded his hands and pressed his forehead, he was thinking about what method to use to stay.

According to common sense, he should have returned to the Western Regions with the envoys long ago, but when the former emperor was assassinated and the new emperor ascended the throne, he tried to persuade the envoys to stay temporarily.

"come over."

"Nine, nine princes..."

This group of attendants are warlike warriors in the Western Regions, and they are also proud and arrogant. The Western Regions advocate force, and they look down on weak and weak men like Qing Chao the most.

Although they didn't show it, when they learned that the little emperor who was about to enthroned had such an appearance, they couldn't hide their sarcasm at the same time when they were surprised.

So when they learned that their nine princes were interested in the young emperor of the Qing Dynasty, they were extremely surprised, which did not conform to their aesthetics of the Western Regions at all.

Wei Shengmo had warned him countless times, but it was a pity that this group of people had brute force and no brains, and they changed what they said in the open to behind the scenes, and never took his words seriously.

"Do you feel that the High Priest looks familiar, as if...you've seen it somewhere before?" Wei Shengmo couldn't explain this strange feeling, he opened his eyes, "How much do you know about the High Priest of the Qing Dynasty?"

This is Weishengmo's first visit to the Central Plains. Although he grew up in the Western Regions, he yearns for life in the Central Plains. He spoke the Central Plains language since elementary school, and he just waited for the day when he could come to the Central Plains and experience the customs and customs of the Central Plains himself.

But the high priest gave him a very familiar feeling. The high priest had extremely deep eyebrows and eyes, and his facial contours were not as soft as those of the people in the Central Plains. It was only because of his cold temperament that he weakened a bit of the Western Regions.

The attendant was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately: "It does look familiar."

Before, he only watched from a distance, but didn't take a closer look, so he didn't feel much.But recently, the High Priest appeared more and more frequently in the palace, and they met each other several times.

Not only is it familiar, they are almost subconscious, and another person will appear in their minds.

But they dare not say.

Wei Shengmo didn't know, but just meditated.After a long time, someone weakly said: "It's a bit like the appearance of the princess when she was young..."

Wei Shengmo was stunned, his mother and concubine?

He doesn't remember clearly what his mother and concubine looked like when she was young, he only remembers that his mother and concubine have changed a lot in recent years.In the vague memory of the child, there seemed to be a cold figure gently stroking his head.

He thought about the high priest's eyebrows and eyes again, and it was surprisingly able to match the eyebrows and eyes of the concubine mother.His mother and concubine's pupils are also lighter in color, but they are transparent amber, not the crystal clear crystal color of the high priest.

The Western Region regards black as beauty, and takes pride in black pupils, but the high priest's silver pupils are an ominous omen. It stands to reason that he should be executed at birth to avoid bringing disaster to his family.

He was still thinking, and someone muttered: "The rumors can't be true, can they?"

Wei Shengmo looked straight at him, his dark eyes carried the pressure of not being angry and arrogant, the man swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly said: "There was a rumor that before you were born, Ninth Prince, there was another Prince, but he is the reincarnation of a catastrophe, with a pair of silver pupils, the king ordered someone to execute him, but the princess couldn't bear it, and secretly raised him in an unknown place... This is just a rumor and has no basis."

Wei Shengmo had heard similar rumors, but he only listened to them as a joke. If he really had an older brother, his parents would definitely tell him. Why did he keep hiding it?

But he's not one to believe in coincidences.

She is very similar to his mother and concubine, who happens to have silver pupils, and she is hostile towards him for no reason.

No matter how absurd it was, he had to reconsider the veracity of this rumor.

Wei Shengmo thought for a moment, then left the dormitory again, this time he went straight to Shenxin Pavilion, on the way, he happened to meet the high priest and greeted him warmly: "High priest, what a coincidence."

Wei Shengyin glanced at him lightly, and walked forward without squinting among the palace people.Wei Shengmo was not discouraged, but instead broke through the barriers of the palace people and came to him, he said with a smile: "Brother Wang, why bother to see each other like this, let's sit down and have a chat?"

They did not enter the Shenxin Pavilion, but sat down in a gazebo in the imperial garden. The weather was autumn, the night was cold and windy, and there were no people around except for the rustling.

"Brother Wang, that's what I call you—" Wei Shengmo suddenly stopped, "Okay, don't call me that. But High Priest, is the prophecy you just said true?"

With a consistent smile on his face, he was casual and even enthusiastic, "Am I really conquering His Majesty?"

of course not.

Judging from the astrolabe, Wei Shengmo's birthday horoscope is not beneficial to Yu Qing, but it is by no means harmful.However, there is one detail that is very interesting. Micro-grown ink can cause a lot of trouble.

This kind of numbness will not have a bad impact on the national fortune, but will affect the harem.

It's not hard to imagine that Weishengmo, like Yuqing, has been loved since he was a child, even if he is willing to wrong him to share with others, he will definitely not be an Ansheng.

Maybe they will use various means to eradicate other men, or they may design frame-ups and use tricks to snatch the little emperor's heart.All this is possible.

When Qiu Zhiruo learned about it, he just frowned and said, "Let him go."

He didn't even attack the man next to the little emperor, so what qualifications does a mere Wei Shengmo have to make irresponsible remarks?

Still want to dominate the monopoly?wishful thinking.

Although they changed their words slightly, they were right, Wei Shengmo was a restless person, if he disturbed the harem, the fate of the country would also be affected.

Just put it seriously.

Facing Wei Shengmo's questioning, Wei Shengyin just looked at him indifferently.Wei Shengmo smiled and said: "Okay, it's not important. But Brother Wang—"

He who just said he wouldn't call Wei Shengyin like that, put on an intimacy gesture again, as if the two of them really are brothers who talk about everything.he gave microbes

Yin poured out a glass of water, "Why did you get involved with the Prince Regent? I'm really sad that you're fighting with him to drive me away. We're a family."

family.

The slightly silver eyelashes moved slightly, the corners of the mouth were almost inaudible, and the eyes were full of sarcasm.

"We are brothers, blood relatives. Even if there was anything before, it was all a misunderstanding. Brother Wang, I really like His Majesty, and I really want to stay in the Qing Dynasty to serve him."

Wei Shengmo looked at him earnestly, and wanted to pretend to be brotherly to hug the other's shoulder, but the other side avoided him. He shrugged his shoulders, but it didn't matter.

Coincidentally, Wei Shengmo didn't want to touch him either, so he was relieved.

"When your Majesty was the crown prince, there was a Huajing in the East Palace, right? Then you never knew that the little book boy who served beside him was his half-brother." Wei Shengmo sighed, "Tonight , Huajing will send his younger brother to His Majesty's bed."

"Your Majesty hasn't officially ascended the throne yet, so they tried every means to compete for favor and form cliques to curry favor with His Majesty. Brother Wang, the regent is occupying His Majesty every day. During this time, you rarely see His Majesty, right?"

He asked bewitchingly, "Don't you miss him?"

"I miss His Majesty very much, I miss him every day, and I miss him all the time." Wei Shengmo smiled brightly, "Brother Wang, you can also send me to His Majesty. We two brothers will join forces, and we will not compare Those two good-for-nothing men are terrible."

"Otherwise, with your unlovable temperament, Brother Wang, you will never be able to please His Majesty in this life, right?"

Huajing Shi has been very disturbed recently.

He only spent one night with the little emperor, and that night was also an accident. Since then, the little emperor has not turned over his brand, and his role seems to be only to cook meals.

This is the first time he is thankful that he has good cooking skills.

Recently, he developed a new dessert. When the little emperor heard about it, he came here.After tasting it, I thought it tasted good, so I ordered someone to reward it.

But Hua Jingshi said that he didn't want anything.

Yu Qing is used to Huajingshi's character of not fighting or grabbing, and he also likes obedient people. Every time Huajingshi doesn't want a book, he will look at the reward.

"Your Majesty, Jingshi really doesn't need these things. Jingshi only hopes that you can come to see me more." Hua Jingshi raised his head, eyes full of expectation, "Jingshi misses you very much."

"I've been too busy recently." The little emperor lied casually, and said with a serious face, "There are endless government affairs every day, and the enthronement ceremony is coming, and I still have a lot to prepare for."

lie.

Those government affairs were read by Qiu Zhiruo for help, and Yu Qing would read them a few times at first, but it didn't take long before he found it troublesome and left all the memorials to Qiu Zhiruo.

There are indeed a lot of preparations for the enthronement ceremony, but that is something the palace people need to worry about, and the little emperor will never worry about it.

Hua Jingshi heard the little emperor's perfunctory, and said with a wry smile: "Really?"

"Well, don't think too much, I will come to see you often when I have time." Yu Qing skillfully coaxed people, skillfully prepared to find a reason to leave, when the door suddenly opened.

A boy's face appeared before his eyes.

Yu Qing always felt a little familiar, the other party was born extremely young, with a clean face, and the not-so-deep outline made him look particularly youthful.

If it is in modern times, it is a typical male high school student, which is easily reminiscent of a youth wearing a school uniform.

Seeing that the little emperor didn't yell, but looked at him, Lingxi felt a little nervous, and at the same time, remembering his brother's instructions, he slowly stepped forward to salute and knelt down.

Kneeling in front of the little emperor, he only needs to raise his head to witness the honor of the little emperor.

When that bright and charming little face came into view, Lingxi's heartbeat quickened, her face flushed, and she stammered even more when she spoke.Holding a ball of fluffy things in both hands, he said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, these are gloves knitted for you by my servant. Now that it's cold, Your Majesty is afraid of the cold, so my servant, my servant wants to do my part for you... ..."

His hands are different from the little emperor's tenderness, but are covered with rough calluses and have a strong sense of bone, which is extremely inconsistent with this young man's face. It can be seen that he has suffered a lot.

Yu Qing stared at him for a while, probably feeling sorry for him, so he took the gloves and tried them on.

The white and tender little hands were put into the same snow-white gloves, and the fluffy touch was very comfortable.Yu Qing shook his hands in front of his eyes, and said in surprise, "It's the right size for me."

Lingxi raised his head following his words, but what he was looking at was not the hands, but the overly delicate face of the little emperor. He was a little dazed looking at it, and he didn't realize it until his chin was lifted.

The gentle touch fell on the chin, and the little emperor calmly said: "You have a heart."

The little emperor stared at the new glove curiously again, very surprised: "How did you weave it? It's so beautiful."

Even in modern times, he seldom saw such comfortable and beautiful gloves, with trickling springs embroidered on them. This is not like a glove, but more like a handicraft.

What happened next was logical, Hua Jingshi gave up the bedroom to the two, and he retreated outside the door, leaning his back against the door, his chest seemed to be backlogged by a boulder, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He listened to the sound of the little emperor being coaxed to hum softly inside, his internal organs seemed to be crushed into pieces, and he was extremely stuffy.

He bowed his head and laughed.

What is this now, regret it?There is nothing to regret.

The little emperor didn't like him in the first place, but simply liked his cooking skills.But no matter how good the cooking skills are, the little emperor will get tired of eating sooner or later.

He is now constantly developing new dishes, but he just wants to tie the heart of the little emperor.

But the desire for food and drink is far inferior to other desires.

Hua Jingshi always knew that Lingxi had thoughts about the little emperor. Before, he just thought that Lingxi was young and ignorant, but until Lingxi became an adult, Lingxi would still have such thoughts about the little emperor.

He even accidentally discovered that the little emperor was a portrait, or that kind of picture, in the spiritual room.

The only relative around him, his half-brother, fell in love with the same man as him.

But his liking seems to be useless, he can't provide political support to the little emperor, and he can't have a common topic with the little emperor.He just wanted the little emperor to see him more, that's all.

"Your Majesty, let this servant help you change your clothes." He heard Lingxi say so.

Across the door, he could hear Lingxi's expectation and desire, as well as the almost irrepressible youthful affection.

The little emperor gave a "hmm" and asked again, "How old are you?"

Lingxi said: "The slave has grown up."

Yu Qing let out a "huh", so he was already an adult, but looking closely at his spiritual breath, he has indeed grown a lot.

Now Lingxi is a head taller than him, and when he leans on Lingxi, Lingxi can just hold him in his arms.

Yu Qing simply felt that Lingxi was a bit pitiful, with slender limbs and a tall and straight figure, with some traces of malnutrition, but he still worked hard to grow up and grow into a broad-shouldered boy.

But the eyes are still wet, like a poor big dog washed by a storm, it looks a little clumsy, but very obedient.

And he has always liked obedient things.

The little emperor's coat was slowly stripped off, revealing skin as soft as lychee meat, straight and sunken collarbone, pinkish shoulders, and a slightly bulging belly after eating supper.

He is not a skinny type, with a soft and round belly, but the side of his waist is concave inwards, and he is full of pigeon milk, which can be grasped with one hand, everything is just right.

The whole body is very white and clean, without any blemishes, with fine skin and tender flesh. A little bit of force will rub off the pink tide, and then it will disappear slowly.

"Your Majesty..." Lingxi stared intently at the little emperor's belly, and couldn't help reaching out to cover it, "Are you full? Can my servant rub it for you?"

Lingxi's hands are very rough, and he who has been doing rough work since he was a child certainly doesn't have delicate skin like the little emperor, and because of this, the little emperor soon couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his hand to push Lingxi's shoulder: "No, no It's okay, it's not that difficult for me... ah..."

The little emperor's pupils dilated, and he looked down at Lingxi in disbelief. Although it was blocked by the cloth, he still couldn't ignore it.

There were many complex emotions on this white face, shock, confusion, and traces of anger. Lingxi didn't know why he was like this all of a sudden. He had already solved it once before coming here by smelling the smell of the little emperor. I just don't want to offend the little emperor.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Many words of explanation fell on his ears but it was difficult to say. In the end, he was too eager to cry.

It was a very funny scene for a man, even a man taller than Yu Qing, to cry in front of his eyes.It's not that no one has cried in front of Yu Qing, there was Xie Xuanying before that.

But Lingxi is obviously different from Xie Xuanying. Lingxi is very beautiful when he cries, like an obedient puppy in the grass on the campus who is suddenly kicked. When he is crying and wronged, the puppy is still cute.

Yu Qing stared at Lingxi with some strangeness, and the bad emotions in his heart came out again. He simply took off his underwear, sat on Lingxi without reservation, put his arms around the young man's neck, and asked with a hot breath, "What are you doing?" Do you know that you are going to be beheaded for being disrespectful in front of me."

"Your Majesty, the slave didn't do it on purpose—" There was no sound again.

As the little emperor approached, no matter how much Ling Qi explained, he couldn't explain why he intensified and collided with the little emperor firmly.The thought of being hated by the little emperor made him cry even more sadly.

This was the first time Yu Qing made people cry, and his stubborn temper gradually grew. Looking at Lingxi's wet and pitiful face, he felt more and more that it was a puppy.

Still a miserable dog in the water.

Yu Qing stripped off the aura as a prank, and the moment he saw it popped out, his face was dull, dazed and stupid.

He knelt and sat on the young man, staring blankly at him, those eyes were still wet and bleak, but very hot.

The rough palm pressed on the back of the shoulder, gently pressing him down, and he leaned on the young man, because he still had some lingering fears from the horrible scene he saw just now, so he stood there without any resistance.

Lingxi looks white and clean, and was born very young and harmless. Why, why is it so scary...

It was also when he was in a daze that Lingxi thought the little emperor was acquiescing, gently cupped the little emperor's face with both hands, first pecked and kissed his lips twice, then stuck his tongue in and licked slowly.

The little emperor was licked deeply by the disorderly behavior, and whispered, his whole body lost all strength, and he limply lay on the boy.

His cheeks began to flush, his eyes became confused, his small shoulders trembled, and he looked as if he couldn't breathe.

Gaze greedily over the little emperor's snow-white back, reaching the rounded area floating high behind, Lingxi boldly pulled it to both sides, brushed the palm of his hand, and unexpectedly received a palm of favor.

He froze for a moment, unable to bear it any longer, his tongue crazily rolled around the little emperor's soft tongue, his lips were full of uncontrollable saliva, transparent dripping all the way down, but he was sucked even harder.

The gurgling and gurgling sound of water kept on making Yu Qing dizzy from being kissed, and the lingering and sticky sound of water could be heard all around her ears.

When he found out that Lingxi was doing bad things, his eyelashes were raised, but it was too late to stop.

He leaned on the young man, gasping for breath with his red and swollen lips, sticking out his little tongue, and the saliva was still unconsciously dripping down, bringing out a sticky fragrance.

The little face was flushed with joy, and the wet little mouth was muddy and gorgeous.

After a little relief, he said fiercely: "You, you go away!"

He was rather ashamed.

But when he was distracted for a while, this puppy took advantage of him. How could he be calm?

The little emperor just supported the boy's chest to get up, but because of the lack of strength in that kiss, he fell heavily again, his lips brushed against the boy's wet chin, and made another grunt.

His head was blank, as if exploding gorgeous fireworks, his lips opened and closed, and finally pursed aggrievedly, a little crying came out of his nasal cavity.

"Woooo..."

"His Majesty."

He cried, and Lingxi cried too, "Slave, I can't help it."

The little emperor was just sobbing softly, but the young man was crying loudly, but the more he cried, the more fierce his behavior became. The little emperor was thrown to the ground, his whole body was unconscious, but he couldn't punish the culprit.

The young man is tireless, and he doesn't know what moderation is. He wants to please the little emperor as much as possible. Seeing that the little emperor is in pain, his face is red and his eyes are wet, and he is crying unceasingly, he thinks that he is not doing well, so that the little emperor Not feeling well.

Thinking of this possibility, he became more and more anxious, and his behavior did not change.

He learned the tricks, relying entirely on instinct, tears fell fiercely, and his behavior fluctuated with the excitement and anxiety, almost breaking the fragile little emperor into pieces.

"You! Ya--"

The little emperor was completely dizzy, he didn't understand what was going on with this man, he was obviously crying very sadly, but, but... nothing he had to do was left behind.

He would have thought that this person did it on purpose.

The little emperor was trembling violently, his little mouth was tightly squeezed, the corners of his mouth were still dripping with saliva that was too late to swallow, and his voice was intermittent: "Zhen, I ordered you, didn't you hear me!"

The boy became even more panicked, like a puppy that has angered its master, circling around anxiously, acting uncontrollably.He was sobbing, showing endless grievances: "Your Majesty, it bites the slave, and the slave can't take it away."

"Your Majesty, what to do, what to do..."

"Why keep biting me, keep biting me."

He even forgot to call himself.

The little emperor suddenly raised his head, Bai Shengsheng's little face was already drenched, and he looked miserable, as if he couldn't stand the pain.He whimpered and cried.

He cried, and the young man also cried, but the crying was crying, and he didn't intend to stop his behavior at all.

Finally, the little emperor couldn't take it anymore, and stretched out his little hand to cover the boy's mouth, not wanting to hear the boy's cry.

So he could hear all the voices coming from him, whether it was a low sob or an ambiguous muffled voice.

Hua Jingshi waited at the door for a long time, and he listened to everything like masochistic.

After he calmed down, he knocked on the door and then entered naturally.

The little emperor was already fast asleep, but his well-cooked little body was still in the aftertaste, occasionally twitching.

The small face was aggrieved and satisfied, and there was a little puzzlement and confusion on the brows, as if he hadn't recovered, how could things have come to this point.

... This is His Majesty.

No, His Majesty is not just his.

Lingxi came in when he saw Huajing, and hurriedly covered the little emperor with a quilt, his movements were very focused and careful, for fear of revealing anything.

The little emperor only showed a small face, the tip of his chin was pink and moist, and it was mottled. One look at him could tell how badly he had just been treated.

It must have been repeatedly sucked and kissed, fucked, and then maliciously left wet marks.

Marked like a puppy.

Hua Jingshi looked at the sleeping little emperor, stretched his hand into the bed to check, and calmly said: "It's in."

Lingxi blushed instantly. When he promised Huajing earlier, no matter what, he would not stay in it.But he still broke his promise: "I'm sorry, I didn't hold back at that time."

He whispered again, "Your Majesty keeps biting me, I can't control it..."

What Lingxi said to Hua Jingshi, Hua Jingshi didn't hear, all his attention was on the little emperor.After another half hour, he bent over and picked out the little emperor's dirty clothes one by one.

"Dirty?"

"No, no."

It took Lingxi a while to realize what it meant, and he shook his head: "There are only His Majesty's things on it."

Your Majesty's stuff, of course it's not dirty.

Hua Jingshi nodded, expressing that he understood, the expressionless expression was too calm, so calm that Lingxi felt a little abnormal.

In fact, he also wanted to put on a nonchalant appearance, or smile as usual, but he couldn't.

He really couldn't pretend that nothing happened, even if he planned it all.

He hoped that someone in His Majesty's harem would unite with him, he hoped that he could stay in the harem for a long time, he hoped to see His Majesty more often, he must have someone he could trust.

But he also knew that he had no use value and no advantages, and it was already an honor in his life to be able to stay in the harem.

People are always greedy.

Even if he caused all this with his own hands, even if he sent his younger brother to His Majesty, he still had a small hope that it would be fine if His Majesty took the initiative to push his younger brother away.

It's a pity that the person he admires is the king, and the king has no love, so how could he

One does not want another.

Thinking of this, Hua Jingshi felt a little dazed. He picked up the little emperor's clothes, which exuded a familiar sweet and greasy fragrance. After lowering his head and sniffing carefully, he walked slowly towards the door.

"My lord, where are you going?"

"Go wash His Majesty's clothes."

There is one more person in the little emperor's harem. Although his status is not high, he is very good at making people happy.

He often knitted gloves and socks for the little emperor, and embroidered handkerchiefs for the little emperor in advance. Soon, all the clothes of the little emperor had the logo embroidered with the spiritual breath.

Xie Xuanying gritted her teeth when she heard about this, and hurriedly asked the nanny to call him a girl, but he was not talented enough, and soon realized that some things cannot be achieved with hard work.

He started to cry to the little emperor again, but this time the little emperor didn't look good and slapped him severely: "Cry again!"

Xie Xuanying immediately stopped crying, but lowered her head and tugged on the little emperor's sleeve: "Your Majesty, you haven't given me a title yet."

The concubine position has been confirmed in Huajingshi, although Lingxi is only a promise, at least she has a status.

Only he has nothing.

Yu Qing glanced at him lazily, everyone in the harem is talented, Hua Jingshi is good at cooking, Lingxi can knit sweaters, what will Xie Xuanying do?Just know how to cry!

Xie Xuanying had just suppressed the crying, but she was aggrieved by Yu Qing's glance, and he quickly took another look, afraid of making the little emperor angry, he hurriedly said: "I won't cry, I won't cry."

He hugged the little emperor's calf pitifully again, "But they all have titles, but I don't."

"Go find Qiu Zhiruo yourself, don't bother me." Yu Qing doesn't like to meddle in these things, he thinks it's meaningless, the previous titles of Huajingshi and Lingxi were given by Qiu Zhiruo.

Hearing Qiu Zhiruo, Xie Xuanying's complexion changed slightly, but she still whispered a good word.

Xie Xuanying rubbed her head against the little emperor's calf like a puppy, "Your Majesty is so kind to me."

Yu Qing snorted softly, and Xie Xuanying knew that he liked being coaxed like this, so she kissed his leg again through the cloth: "I really like Your Majesty, Your Majesty smells so good."

Xie Xuanying's chin was lightly touched, Yu Qing pushed his knee against his knee, and said lazily, "It's almost done."

All stained.

On the day of enthronement, Yu Qing was dazed when he was woken up by someone. He stuck his head into the arms of the people beside him, muttering not to get up.

But he got up anyway.

Washing and dressing were all carried out unconsciously. Something was worn on his head, which was very heavy. He subconsciously shook his head to shake it off, and there was a low voice in his ear: "Your Majesty, don't move."

It's Qiu Zhiruo.

Yu Qing yawned lazily, and Hongnen's mouth was exposed. Suddenly, a finger stuck in and pressed his soft tongue.

He raised his eyebrows and murmured in dissatisfaction, but Qiu Zhiruo grabbed the tip of his tongue and traced it with his fingertips.

"Who bit?"

"..."

Yu Qing turned her head away and said vaguely, "I don't know."

He really doesn't know.

Qiu Zhiruo tightened his knuckles, and the air pressure dropped for a moment. The indifference and violence quickly turned on his face, and then turned into the same gentleness as before: "We will be offering sacrifices to the sky later. It's been cold recently, so wear more clothes."

"Well, Lingxi knitted gloves for me, and I can wear them together later. But I forgot where I put them, you will look for them later."

"..."

After a while, Qiu Zhiruo finally said hello.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and proclaiming ancestors was mighty, surrounded by thousands of people, and the new monarch of a country slowly climbed to the top in the eyes of everyone, and came to the high priest.

Wei Shengyin's face was like snow, and his expression was indifferent. He took Yu Qing's hand and placed it on an astrolabe on the high platform.While Yu Qing was looking down, his wrist was slowly being rubbed.

An indescribable itch came up, and Yu Qing subconsciously clamped her legs, her face a little panicked.

In the early morning, Qiu Zhiruo hugged him, said it was just a hug, and kissed him for a while after the hug, and finally he also knew that some words were unbelievable.

In order not to stain the dragon robe, Qiu Zhiruo let him bite it by himself.

The follow-up matter was in a hurry, and there was no time to take care of it, so he was patient all the way.

The rough touch on the wrist was still spreading, the little emperor's face gradually turned red, and his eyes became moist.He raised his black eyelashes and gave the man a slight look.

The man's hand went up from the wrist, touching the weak and boneless arm, almost falling on the shoulder.

Yu Qing didn't dare to vent his breath, and looked around vigilantly. Fortunately, they were standing high, and they were so close that no one could see what they were doing.

When the collarbone was traced by the fingertips, Yu Qing couldn't help leaning against Wei Shengyin any longer, with his lips parted slightly, breathing in small mouthfuls.He grabbed the man's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?!"

"His Majesty."

Wei Shengyin stared down at him intently, "You look beautiful today."

It is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off at the first sight.

Yu Qing pushed him away, but almost lost his footing. His brows were wrinkled, obviously unhappy again.

Wei Shengyin went to help him, but was thrown away violently, looking down at the thrown hand, his eyes were full of loneliness.

What Wei Shengmo said was right, he had an unpleasant temper, he couldn't speak, and he wasn't good at talking.

After the process was over, he watched the little emperor step down the steps without any remembrance.

Yu Qing needed to go to the court hall to accept the kneeling of civil and military officials. When he was sitting on the dragon chair, all the court officials knelt down and cheered at the same time.

Only then did he realize that sitting on the dragon chair and seeing people from such a perspective, everyone was crawling like ants in front of his eyes.

The high priest passed the jade seal to him, and he got up slowly, taking the jade seal with his white and clean hands, the heavy touch made him very novel, he kept his head down and stared at it.

The eunuch read out the edict: "Prime Minister Qiu Zhiruo has a noble temperament and won my heart. I will make Qiu Zhiruo the regent and assist the new emperor to lead the officials."

Qiu Zhiruo replied in a deep voice, "I obey the order."

"Now that I am enthroned, the whole country celebrates with me, the world is amnesty, and taxes are reduced for three years." With a small face, Yu Qing recited the belly draft prepared in advance.

Standing at the highest point, he overlooked the crowd bowing his head and proclaiming his ministers, his chin slightly raised, and there was a natural noble aura between his brows.

A beam of light hit his face, adding a bit of divinity to this already gorgeous face. At that moment, it was as if a god descended.

All civil and military officials bowed to the ground and shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The little emperor had just finished enthroning when he was pushed on the dragon chair by a man and frantically demanded kisses.

"Woooo..."

"Let go of me, I, I am the emperor!"

The dragon chair was too big, and the little emperor was so small that he almost half-lyed on it.His wrists were tied above his head, and the overwhelming kisses came to his face, which made him breathless.

There was scorching and disordered breathing in the ear, very hot, very hot, bursts of heat penetrated into the ear canal, making Yu Qing's whole body burn up.

The man didn't feel sorry for him, he bit the flesh of his lips, and that piece of soft meat was repeatedly held and rubbed. The man's eating was too ugly, and he didn't hide his possessive desire at all.

As if to express your strongest desires through the most direct actions.

Let him feel how he swallowed him up.

The tip of the tongue was being fiddled with, and the sound of sticky water was accompanied by the whimpering and struggling sound, which was quite pitiful.

He tried his best to shake his head, and managed to avoid this violent and domineering kiss, but he was hugged tightly around his waist and thrust into the man's arms.

"Oh..." the little emperor begged for mercy, "Uncle, I won't kiss anymore, I won't kiss anymore..."

When he was soft, the ear was licked heavily, the flexible tongue licked his ear wet, the white and round toes stretched vigorously, and the body became sticky and heavy.

"Uncle, uncle..."

He thought that shouting like this would bring back the other person's reason and sense of shame, but he didn't expect the man to intensify the situation. The slit of his lips that was opened when he begged for mercy was forcefully captured, and the tip of his tongue was sucked into his mouth.