He Zisheng ignored him. Instead, he walked directly to the drunk He Ziming, picked up the memorial that He Ziming casually threw in front of him or something, and opened it to look at it.
But it's okay if you don't read it... After seeing what was written on He Ziming's memorial after he was drunk, He Zisheng's face changed suddenly.
"Brother, what is so good about Gu Chen? Are you doing this for him, for him...?" He Zisheng looked at He Ziming incredulously, almost trembling.
The memorial is nothing but a memorial written by He Ziming when he was drunk to ask the emperor to resign as the crown prince.
For Gu Chen, did He Ziming actually want to not even be the crown prince
Why
Why is Gu Chen worth He Ziming doing this for him
He Zisheng grasped He Ziming's hand tightly unconsciously. He Ziming who was asleep seemed to feel some discomfort and moved lightly, but after all, he never woke up.
"However, it doesn't matter." He Zisheng was almost obsessed. He must have watched He Ziming while he was asleep for a long time before he almost made up his mind: "It doesn't matter which step you plan to do for him, no matter where you go for him. One step... After all, I will tear you down after all."
He Ziming can only be his, he can only be his eldest brother.
He Nu stood on one side very obediently, saying nothing like a dead thing.
"Has your Royal Highness met someone before and what did you say to you?" He Zisheng didn't know how long it took before he noticed him and asked.
He Nu said: "Half an hour ago, His Royal Highness summoned Master Liu from the Criminal Ministry."
"Oh, what did he say to Master Liu?" He Zisheng raised his eyebrows slightly.
He Nu said: "His Royal Highness instructed Mrs. Liu to take care of Mr. Gu who is in prison. Don't neglect, eat and drink well. Don't be wronged. Mr. Gu wants what he wants, let Liu be satisfied. What are you giving me?"
He Zisheng listened to He Nu's words, but looked down at the drunk He Ziming, smiled bitterly, and said nothing.
"And then?" After a while, he asked again.
He Nu must answer whenever he asks: "After Master Liu left, His Royal Highness didn't speak any more, and was drinking boring wine all the time."
"I see." He Zisheng nodded, waved his hand again, and said to Henu: "You go down first."
He Nu was very obedient, and the one who didn't squint was to get up and back down. Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door for He Zisheng and He Ziming.
The door closed gently.
Finally, only the two of them were left in the whole room.
"Big Brother." He Zisheng, who was almost intoxicated, helped He Ziming, who had become a puddle of mud, to his feet and called him softly.
He Ziming seemed to be really drunk completely, did not give him the slightest response, and fell into He Zisheng's arms softly.
He Zisheng gently brushed He Ziming's eyebrows, eyelashes, and all the way down, carefully rubbing the outlines of all the facial features on his face, seeming to playfully and savoring memories of the tender time he and himself had, and finally put his fingers on On He Ziming's slightly dry lips, he asked, "Brother, is Gu Chen really that important to you?"
"More important than me? Huh?" he nearly forced.
He Ziming did not respond, only subconsciously felt a little itchy, and rubbed He Zisheng's arms.
He Zisheng put down his hand and put his lips directly on He Ziming's lips, and began to tentatively lick it bit by bit, savoring the taste of the most noble crown prince in Daxing.
Following He Ziming's lips, He Zisheng tasted a strong, pungent smell of wine.
But he didn't feel choking, instead he felt a little addicted and dizzy and wanted to try again, so he pried open He Ziming's lips, and pried out a clam shell very jerky into the clam meat.
He Ziming was suffocated by him for a while, subconsciously trying to struggle, he was pressed back by He Zisheng, and he pressed the back of his head and kissed back fiercely.
He Ziming was still resisting at first, but then I didn't know whether it was a drunken rush or what was going on. He started to slowly respond to He Zisheng, and kissed him back fiercely.
When the kiss was over, both of them couldn't breathe a little bit, and their lower bodies invariably reacted because of the intense kiss.
"... It turns out that a man feels like this." He Zisheng watched He Ziming's lips flushed red by his own kiss. He rubbed his face repeatedly, his eyes lit up.
He never thought that his heroic and heroic brother... was so sweet.
"I like you, eldest brother, I've liked it since I was a kid. It's just that there is a section in the middle that you treated me so badly that I almost forgot... Treating likes as hate." He leaned in He Ziming's ears, his voice as soft as if The lover murmured, making He Ziming's ears itchy: "How about you? Do you like me?"
"You just responded to me? Do you like me like I like you?" He Zisheng hugged He Ziming tightly, and asked almost to himself.
He Ziming's drunk brain was in a daze, only subconsciously looking for warmth, he rubbed He Zisheng's arms.
He Zisheng hugged him with joy.
He Ziming hugged him tightly, but murmured softly: "Ziqing..."
He Zisheng's whole body froze into a stone in an instant, and all the good moods disappeared. Holding He Ziming tightly and wishing to embed him in his body, he gave a gloomy smile and said: "Zi Qing?"
"It turns out that Big Brother's response to me just now was all because he regarded me as Ziqing?" His voice was so cold that it could almost freeze people to death: "Is Ziqing really that important to you?"
But He Ziming didn't know anything about it. He just hugged him tightly, found a comfortable posture, and fell into a sound sleep by snuggling He Zisheng's body.
He Zisheng wiped the sweat from He Ziming's forehead with his hand, and vowed to say: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if the elder brother only has Ziqing in his heart. I will replace him, and I will soon replace him as the only important person in his heart..."
As he said, he started to slowly fade the clothes from He Ziming's body, and went all the way down his neck, and began to leave small hickeys on He Ziming's body one after another.
But He Ziming knows nothing about it...
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He Ziming had a hangover and had a splitting headache, but when he woke up the next morning, he was suddenly awakened by a pot of cold wine on his head.
"Who dares to raise a bitch..." He was sleepy-eyed, had a splitting headache, was slammed with cold wine, and opened his mouth to curse.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he met Gu Chen's almost bloody red eyes...
It seemed that Gu Chen almost wanted to rush to hit him, but he was held back by He Zisheng.
He Ziming woke up with a spirited spirit, only to find that he was naked, and there was another naked person in his arms holding him on all fours together, as if he was still not awake... Close enough to not be close anymore.
It's Crane...
The little actor he held to be stunned with Gu Chen.
This is the rhythm of drunken sex, to catch the rape in bed
"Ziqing..." He Ziming's brain went down, and he couldn't even speak, only subconsciously calling Gu Chen's name.
Gu Chen looked at him coldly, with a desperate silence in his eyes.
"Ziqing, listen to my explanation, I last night... I drank too much last night, and nothing happened to us yesterday." He Ziming subconsciously sat up and wanted to explain to Gu Chen, but he got up and realized that he was naked. , And quickly pulled up the quilt to block him.
What is this called
He Ziming felt like he was a dull and indecisive stupid male protagonist who had sex with a vicious female second in an old miserable drama.
He Ziming's actions awakened He Nu.
When He Nu saw Gu Chen and He Zisheng, he immediately wrapped his nightgown in a panic, got out of the bed, and knelt down in fear: "His Royal Highness, Your Four Highnesses, Master Gu—"
"Ziqing, nothing happened to me with him last night, don't believe it... if you don't believe it, ask him!" He Ziming put on his coat and got out of the bed, panicking, pointing to He Nu to defend.
He Nu was very obedient. Hearing He Ziming's words, he hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, Lord Gu, nothing happened to the slave and the prince last night, but we were all drunk..."
They defended themselves firmly.
However, Gu Chen looked at them at each other's ambiguity, the mottled hickeys that could not even be concealed... But he couldn't even hear a word...
Gu Chen looked at He Ziming and his heart was ashamed: "He Ziming, no, your Royal Highness, you don't need to explain a word to me. We're done."
He walked away as soon as he finished speaking.
"Ziqing..." He Ziming looked at his back to the extreme at a loss.
As He Ziming’s closest brother, He Zisheng immediately received his brother’s sight, and he chased his friend on behalf of his brother: "Ziqing..."
"Chang'an, you don't have to persuade me anymore. Everything in the past is regarded as Gu Ziqing's absurd spring dream. Now that the dream wakes up, everything is gone." When Gu Chen saw him, he immediately opened his mouth. .
He and He Ziming are completely finished.
He Zisheng immediately persuaded: "Ziqing, don't be arrogant."
"I'm not arrogant." Gu Chen replied almost numbly.
He Zisheng said: "But, Ziqing, you and my big emperor brother are in trouble, what should Gu Wen do?"
"Big brother..." Gu Chen just woke up from the dream, and then he remembered his purpose of looking for He Ziming today. He also had a big brother who was implicated in prison waiting for him to rescue him.
He Zisheng said: "I... Yesterday, I heard people say that Brother Liu was angry with you, and asked Mrs. Liu from the Criminal Ministry to take good care of Brother Wen."
"Gu Wen's body has always been weak, how can he stand the care of the Criminal Ministry?" He turned black and white.
Gu Chen didn't speak for a long time.
After an unknown period of time, he seemed to have found himself, and made up his mind: "Chang'an, do you remember the method you said yesterday? Now, I have a decision in my heart."
"But..." He Zisheng wanted to persuade again.
Gu Chen interrupted him directly: "The only thing that matters now is to rescue my eldest brother. If this continues, He Ziming will definitely kill him."
"Chang'an, you want to help me!" He begged, clutching his friend's hand, almost like a life-saving straw.
There was no reason for He Zisheng to refuse, so he had to say: "... Okay."