Chronicle of Emperor Jing

The beginning of the story is the winter of the first year of Tianxi.

Looking back many years later, it was a harsh and long winter.

The young Emperor Jing didn't know when he had such thoughts. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, and it became more and more itchy, and soon reached the limit.

Where is it?

The waist is not thin enough, the body is not soft enough, the appearance is not handsome enough, the voice is not slender enough, the personality is not interesting enough, and the tongue is not sharp enough. Emperor Jing dismissed him as useless in his heart, but he still couldn't help but want to see him in the gap between revising memorials. The thirst of the heart grows stronger.

The figure in front of the temple has no idea of ​​the impending doom, and it still stands upright, just like it did many years ago.

When did he come to him?

Emperor Jing recalled it carefully, but there was no answer.

However, the people in front of the palace are from the third generation of princes and loyal families. If you are lucky enough to get bored once, it will be troublesome to deal with.

The young emperor closed the memorial, rubbed his tired eyes, decided to continue to endure, turned and walked towards his harem.

Emperor Jing's harem is not as huge as his ancestors', it's not because he has no desires, it's just because he is still young, if he wants to come ten or eight years, his harem will be full of all kinds of beauties.But even if it is not a huge harem, ten days and a half months have passed since the round of the Sangong Sixth Courtyard.

Emperor Jing originally thought that Wenrouxiang could extinguish his thoughts, but when he saw that the person who had returned home due to his mother's illness and had not seen him for many days returned to serve in front of the palace, he realized that the problem had not been resolved.

He still wants him badly.

Maybe it's the wrong method, and it's only natural that using women's sex to divert attention from men doesn't work. Thinking of this, Emperor Jing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, wishes are beautiful, but reality is cruel.The handsome servant even sneaked in the top card of the Nanfeng Pavilion in the capital, and the anger still couldn't be vented.

Now that things have happened, they can only draw their salaries from the bottom of the pot and solve this problem fundamentally.That night, Emperor Jing sat in the hall and pondered for a long time. Finally, he caressed the blue porcelain bottle, showing a smile that was not a smile, and finally made this decision.

Given the size of the world, to support one person, the secret medicine presented by the Imperial Hospital is naturally the best.

"This can be regarded as sharing your worries." The young emperor sat in the hall with an elegant and noble posture, but he uttered cold words, which quickly dissipated in the winter chill.

"Your Majesty is holy." The confidant's servant naturally did everything according to the emperor's pleasure, and when he heard this kind of words, he still flattered him without changing his face, and quickly announced the man into the palace.

Emperor Jing had seen him show that expression three times in his life, and the first time was naturally when he gave the wine mixed with the secret medicine.

He knelt on the ground, although he tried his best to endure, the hand holding the wine glass was still trembling slightly. He couldn't understand why the emperor had rewarded him so much just now, so he would have such an end?

He looked at him with that expression, from unbelievable surprise at the beginning to despair at the end, and then slowly lowered his head.

"Sir, thank you Lord Long En."

Emperor Jing watched him bend down and kneel, then raised his head and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.

Wait until you really give you poisonous wine, and then show this look, Emperor Jing thought so, watching him expressionlessly, but he knew very well in his heart that after tonight, this day will not be too far away.

When the long-cherished wish was fulfilled, Emperor Jing found that he was not as urgent as he imagined, but was slowly stroking his body with great interest.

The young emperor sits in the world, and has never tried any kind of beauty. Of course, he has no interest in holding a dead fish-like body all night. Therefore, the efficacy of the secret medicine chosen will gradually fade as time goes by.

Emperor Jing looked at his eyes from confusion to sobriety, and suddenly opened them wide after he understood what happened. He was in an unbelievable surprise again, and couldn't help being in a good mood. He bent down and kissed his forehead delicately.

The effect of the medicine faded, sanity recovered, and strength naturally returned quickly, so Emperor Jing was not surprised by the possible struggle.

"Wei Yan..."

Emperor Jing murmured his name, firmly grasped the opponent's thin and strong waist, completely restrained his struggle under his body, and looked at him.

The two eyes met and faced each other in the air, one was majestic and fierce with a sure chance of victory, and the other was mixed with shame, anger, bewilderment and many other emotions.

There was no suspense in this battle. In less than half a cup of tea, Emperor Jing waited until his opponent was defeated.

Seeing the person below him hang his arms weakly, close his eyes in despair, and no longer struggle, Jingdi smiled triumphantly, and began to formally taste the sacrifice offered by the loser.

That night, Emperor Jing enjoyed the tame body beneath him to the fullest.

When all the obsessions in the heart and the desires of the body have subsided, the time has passed, and the people under him have already fallen asleep due to fatigue.

Emperor Jing lay beside him, touched his sweaty temples, then his eyes fell on his belly, his fingertips slowly slid across the scar on his belly, and he closed his eyes to rest with a slight sigh.

Bai Ling is still poisoned, and these issues will be considered after waking up tomorrow.

When he woke up the next day, Emperor Jing was naturally satisfied and refreshed, but it was a pity that the people around him were still sleepy. Seeing Wei Yan's pale face and frowning, Emperor Jing's good mood couldn't help but lose some points.

He stretched out his hand and touched Tan Weiyan's forehead with the back of his hand to make sure that he was only a little feverish, so he didn't immediately send someone to Xuan the Imperial Physician.

Last night, Wei Yan was lucky for the first time, even if he prepared carefully and carefully, he would still be injured, not to mention that he was still very indulgent in the end, I am afraid that Wei Yan would suffer more pain than joy.

Emperor Jing reflected on his behavior last night for a while, and decided to try his best to restrain himself next time when he was lucky. He also thought that after Wei Yan fell asleep last night, the wound had been treated, and it should not be a problem, so he lifted the curtain beside the couch and walked out.

The maids in the palace came forward to serve silently, and when they were fully dressed, Emperor Jing glanced back at the hanging curtain and ordered in a low voice:

"Take care of him carefully. After he wakes up, he will order Imperial Physician Tian to take the pulse and prescribe a prescription."

The palace maid answered "yes" in a low voice, and Emperor Jing turned around and went to his morning court.

The whole day now, he was in a very good mood. Whether it was the court meeting in the morning, or the performance in the imperial study room in the afternoon, or even when facing the hill-high memorial on the imperial case, he was not as irritable and unhappy as before. .

Therefore, when the servant came to report that the person he left in the bedroom refused to eat or take medicine, he suddenly changed his face, frightened the servants around him to kneel down, and shouted repeatedly:

"Your Majesty's anger! Your Majesty's anger!"

Emperor Jing didn't understand why he was so angry when he heard the news.

Since Wei Yan wanted to die, let him go, and save him from worrying about what to do next, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had already returned to the bedroom.

Wei Yan was lying on his back on the couch, his face was a little paler than when he left in the morning, his eyes were fixed on an unknown place, silently confronting the maids who were holding the medicine.

Seeing this, Emperor Jing calmly ordered his servants to help him sit up, then took the gold-painted white porcelain porridge bowl with his own hands, and sat down on the side of the couch.

The emperor held the soup himself, but it only caused him to raise his eyes slightly, and then stubbornly turned his head to the other side.

The young emperor chuckled, and his beautiful lips began to reveal his names, slowly but with unspeakable cruelty.

Wei Yan slowly turned his head and looked at him in disbelief.

Emperor Jing was not a tyrannical king, at least not yet.This year is his first year in power. Although the land at Caishikou has been dyed red layer by layer, it is still far from brutality.

Moreover, because of such absurd reasons, it is impossible to embarrass a family full of loyal officials of the third generation, both emotionally and rationally.

Even so, Emperor Jing knew he would win, because his opponent didn't dare to bet at all.Wei Yan didn't dare to bet such a bet on whether the king would be furious with his whole family and his life.

Therefore, when Emperor Jing handed the spoon to his mouth again, Wei Yan finally opened his mouth obediently.

After the meal and a cup of tea, Emperor Jing served him medicine again, and he kept quiet and cooperated throughout the whole process. Emperor Jing handed the medicine bowl to the waiter, and couldn't help touching his cheek.

With a crisp sound of "pa", the emperor's wrist was instantly knocked off.

For a moment, the entire inner hall was so quiet that it froze, and the maids who were serving nearby gasped involuntarily when they saw this situation.

The person on the couch is so courageous, he dares to do such a crime!The emperor was angered this time, and he was afraid that he would be dragged out on the spot and punished.

In the silence, the person who knocked off the emperor's wrist finally realized what he had done, and stayed there for a while, without any movement for a long time.

Emperor Jing was also taken aback by his bold action, no one had ever dared to open his hand like this!

However, he was not as angry as everyone expected. Instead, he pinched Wei Yan's chin with his backhand, lifted it up vigorously, then stretched out his other hand, and began to stroke Wei Yan's cheeks and neck, stroking whatever he wanted. A place to touch.

Wei Yan was still stunned and did not respond.

"From today onwards, Qing must learn to enjoy my touch, and—" fingertips moved down, and slowly opened his skirt, "Lingxing."

The word "lucky" came out, without any suspense, Emperor Jing appreciated the fragmented despair of the people under him.

That is to say, but that night, Emperor Jing did not visit Wei Yan again as he had previously claimed.

After going to bed, Emperor Jing suppressed him, who was as stiff as a rock, from head to tail, but let him go at the last moment.

Swallowing a stone into his stomach will definitely cause indigestion, let alone a stone with a wound, which will inevitably spoil his interest. Emperor Jing lay on the couch, listening to the gentle breathing of the people around him, and made a pity for his behavior of letting him go. explained.

The winter in the first year of Tianxi was very cold, and there was a bitter cold wind blowing outside the hall, but inside the hall was kept warm like early spring because of the charcoal fire.

In such warmth, Emperor Jing suddenly remembered what his mother taught him when he was young.

Too much attachment will become a demonic obstacle.

If I started with that thought, I might not have the present obsession.Presumably it is the long-term depression that has caused the current obsession. What the queen mother said really makes sense.

It's just why she was patient and unwilling to touch him at first?The answer came suddenly and disappeared in a flash, before Emperor Jing could grasp it, it disappeared from his mind.

Now that it has become an obsession, it can only be eliminated with satisfaction.

Emperor Jing turned sideways and stared at the person beside him.The exhaustion of his body and the exhaustion of his heart made him sleep soundly without any movement.Emperor Jing stretched out his hand to caress his face, his fingers were warm, but his eyes were as cold as that winter.

I hope he can last longer than that sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake, Emperor Jing closed his eyes, thinking vaguely, he thought of his favorite little red horse when he was young, he thought of the Jiangnan woman who was as bright as a spring day, now , where are they all?

The waning moon is like ice, breaking into pieces.

The author has something to say: I was lazy when I named it. "Jing" is the name of the dynasty and the emperor's surname. It has nothing to do with Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Jing of the Ming Dynasty.

This article is a court article, and the background is the feudal dynasty where the monarchy is supreme. The logic of the people in the article is based on this feudal background.

Readers who are obsessed with cleanliness, readers who don't like to watch the emperor rape civilian men, please don't force yourself to read, so as not to step on the thunder.

The genuine version is the tsundere attack version, which is more suitable for readers who like to watch Jingli’s baby Wei Yan, who are neutral or a bit biased. For readers who prefer to attack, it is also Lei Wen. The scumbag version in the article, that version is more suitable for your taste.

The character of Jingli is the image of a feudal emperor created by me after reading the 24 histories.His three views, in the eyes of modern readers, are neurosis.To sum up the plot of this article, it is a psychopath who forgot to take medicine, was taught to be a man in various ways in reality, and after repeated face-slap education, he finally became a neuropathy who remembered to take medicine.

Because there are always readers who come to cry and see plots that I don’t know about, I went to read it in the briefcase, and there is a scumbag and abusive version circulating in the briefcase. Deceiving readers is a warm article or a sweet article.

This is not a genuine version, but a modified fanfiction. It was probably modified by someone for readers who prefer to attack. Readers who prefer to attack and scumbags should read it, but don’t come and cry with me after reading it.

Genuine readers read the version of Jing Li’s good baby Wei Yan, so they can hahaha, I don’t attack and control, and genuine readers don’t attack and control. They are neutral or Wei Yan readers. They like to watch Jing Li do things, and they also like Seeing that Jingli shoots himself in the foot every time, he tosses back and forth between capsizing and not capsizing. Readers who are biased when reading the text should not read the original version, so as not to feel sorry for Jingli.

Because there are anti-theft outside, there are waste manuscripts, and pirated texts like to play freely, change the plot, and watch it outside, it is hard to tell what plot will be seen, anyway, the biggest feature of the genuine version is that readers can hahaha, watch For readers of the wrong version, please update the plot.