Ji Yue and Wei Lindi did not know how many times they fought, but they ended in failure.
Ji Yue felt that in terms of lip service, he might not be able to compete with young people in this life.
Wei Lian is really articulate and quick to respond. What's more important is that no matter what the situation is, you can maintain a calm and anti-general.
Commonly known as shameless.
Ji Yue was a king after all, and he always cared about his face.
It's night, on the dragon couch.
The young man beside him fell asleep peacefully.
Ji Yue tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He stared at the jin quilt covering his body, and he suddenly remembered the erotic poem written by the young man in the daytime.
Jin Jin disturbed, covered her lover, and trembled until dawn.
God his mother covered her lover, trembling till dawn.
Ji Yue was shocked when he heard it.
He cast his eyes complicatedly towards Wei Lian, who was sleeping on the inside. The young man was a foot away from him, lying on his side with his back to him, and only a good-looking silhouette could be seen in the darkness.
Such an elegant person can make such a tiger-and-wolf word.
Really unbelievable.
Ji Yue closed his eyes with concern.
He had a dream.
I dreamed of a young man in white clothes who could not see his face clearly, spit out unbearable words from the red lips, every word was ridiculing him for being a boy, and he was in chaos when he heard the first pornographic words.
How unreasonable, how presumptuous.
Ji Yue wanted to have his tongue cut off so that he could shut up.
But this was in a dream, he called "come" several times, but no one paid him any attention.
Ji Yue thought for a moment, then strode forward, hugged the young man's waist, leaned over and sealed the young man's lips with a kiss, as well as those words that were so maddening that they would not pay for their lives.
The young man exclaimed, his hands pressed against his chest, and he couldn't push back.
Had to look up and let him ask for it.
Those annoying words disappeared between the teeth, leaving only a slight gasp.
It wasn't until he was kissed that his eyes turned red, his lips were slightly swollen, and he was almost out of breath before the young man softly called out, "Your Majesty..."
Ji Yue's mind was empty, and he picked up the person by the waist.
As soon as the dream scene turned, the peony red gauze curtain hung down, and the candlelight reflected two shadowy figures.
He put the person on the couch for good luck. The young man wrapped his hands around his neck, his fingertips hung down weakly, bit his lips, fluttered his long eyelashes, and his face was flushed.
A screen painted with light smoke and flowing water is erected outside to hide the gurgling sound of water indoors.
"Your Majesty," the young man pleaded in a low voice, "...forgive the minister."
He frivolously and smugly pressed the person in his arms: "Do you still dare to laugh at an orphaned rooster?"
"Don't dare, don't dare." The young man gasped, "Your Majesty is just a fighting chicken."
Ji Yue suddenly felt a sense of pride in winning the cockfight. He lifted the young man's chin with satisfaction and wanted to give him a kiss, but his body froze when he saw the young man's teary face.
It was Wei Lian's face.
Then a sharp cock crowing made Ji Yue sit up from the bed.
Dawn broke, and the rooster croaked.
... He actually had a spring dream all night.
The person in the dream turned out to be Wei Lian.
Ji Yue looked gloomy and uncertain.
Ordinary royal family will have a maid to enlighten them at the age of thirteen or fourteen, but Ji Yue drove out the enlightened maid back then, and has not paid attention to this aspect for so many years.
He has always had a pure heart and few desires, not to mention calling for a bed, and he has never even blasphemed once. It wasn't until the age of 21 that he had a dream for the first time. The other party was also a man, surnamed Weilian.
This is also understandable. Ji Yue's constant contacts are only ministers and palace servants. He couldn't remember any of the maids around him, and he didn't talk so hard about the ministers facing up, so he couldn't dream of doing that kind of thing with Li Fuquan.
After thinking about it, only the young and handsome Wei Lian is the right person.
Normally, you don't need to think about it.
While Ji Yue comforted herself like this, she wanted to stay and call someone to freshen up. The sky was bright, and it was time to get up and go to bed.
Who knew that he froze when he moved.
Pants... Wet...
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Ji Yue sat on the bed, lost in confusion.
To make matters worse, his movement disturbed the sleeping young man beside him.
Wei Lian opened his eyes in a daze, and said sleepily, "Your Majesty is awake..."
Ji Yue froze: "Well."
Wei Lian rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Do you need a minister to serve you and change your clothes?"
Ji Yue's conditioned reflex: "No need!"
This sound was extremely severe, and immediately made Wei Lian more than half awake.
Wei Lian fixed his eyes and said, "Your Majesty didn't sleep well last night? Why are there dark circles under your eyes..."
Ji Yue didn't look too far: "I had a nightmare."
Yes, that was a nightmare. It's not a spring dream. Ji Yue brainwashed himself.
Wei Lian looked worried and wanted to lean over. Ji Yue was agitated, afraid that someone would find something strange under the quilt, and immediately pushed the person away.
"...Uh!" Wei Lian was suddenly pushed, his shoulders slammed against the head of the bed, and his snow-white skin instantly turned blue.
When Ji Yue saw this, he subconsciously wanted to help him, but he blurted out if he was sorry, and stopped when he realized that he was sticky.
The brain also calms down.
He never apologized to anyone.
Ji Yue said coldly, "It's none of your business, continue to sleep."
"But Your Majesty—"
"I ordered you to sleep."
Wei Lian: "..."
Ji Yue saw the young man's silent appearance, his throat choked, and he added bluntly: "Put some jade ointment on the shoulders to relieve the pain."
In fact, it was only a very slight bump, and it was because Ge Yinwei's skin was too pale that it seemed so serious. Ji Yue was better, and the jade cream, which was worth a thousand gold, was used on Wei Lian as if he didn't want money.
Wei Lian lowered his head and smiled: "No need, this little injury doesn't need Yurong ointment."
He lay down again and fell asleep. The posture is still the same as before, lying on his side with his back to Ji Yue. It's just that the clothes on the shoulders slipped down, deliberately showing the bruises on the shoulders, making Ji Yue look very uncomfortable.
Ji Yue sat at the head of the bed for a while, making sure that Wei Lian was asleep, and then called the palace maid to wash.
Several palace maids filed in with basins, handkerchiefs, and court clothes. The leading palace maid was beautiful and beautiful, named Zhuyue, who specially served the King of Qin to change his clothes.
In fact, if there is a palace concubine resting in the king's bedroom, the concubine should serve the king to change clothes on the second day, and it is not the palace maid's turn to intervene. But in order to show his love for Wei Lian, Ji Yue was always reluctant to wake people up in the morning and let Wei Lian sleep enough.
The same is true today. Zhuyue was about to present the court clothes to Ji Yue, but Ji Yue said, "Prepare soup, I want to take a bath. Also, when Wei Lang wakes up, change the bedding and sheets together."
Zhuyue was stunned, this morning's bath? Change the sheets
Zhuyue suddenly noticed a strange place under the king's body, which seemed to be wet. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw the young man on the couch had bruises on his shoulders.
Zhuyue: "..." I understand.
Zhu Yue calmly retracted her gaze and bowed her knees: "No."
The West Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is the place for the palace ladies to live. As soon as Zhuyue came back, she slammed into the door, sitting on the bed and sulking.
Zhucui was sitting on a chair embroidering. Seeing this, she raised her head and asked, "What's wrong? In the early morning, who made you angry?"
She thought for a while: "Your Majesty scolded you?"
"It's not right either." Zhu Cui rejected this conjecture again, "If you make Your Majesty angry, you won't be able to come back."
Zhuyue: "..."
Zhuyue said bitterly, "I'm that fox girl from Qiweilian!"
Zhu Cui's embroidered hand paused: "How can you directly call the son by his first name?"
"What kind of son is he? How can a bereaved dog from the Chu country get into His Majesty's eyes!"
Seeing that she was getting more and more out of line, Zhu Cui quickly went to close the door, and her expression became unhappy: "Zhuyue, you are overstepping the line."
"I just can't stand him!" Zhu Yue stood up abruptly, walked to the dressing mirror, and gritted her teeth, "Am I not born well enough? I served His Majesty for three years, and His Majesty still does not remember my name. What about Lian? It only took three days to hook your Majesty's heart, what am I inferior to him?"
Zhu Cui calmly said, "You are not as good as him."
Zhuyue: "..."
"A man who serves Israel, he is not ashamed!"
"Young Master, he is not such a person." Zhu Cui immediately defended Wei Lian, "Young Master is compelled."
"It's a last resort." Zhu Yue sneered, "I know that I have been pestering Your Majesty all day long, and I saw those marks on his body this morning. I think he is enjoying it."
Zhucui frowned: "In the end, you're just unwilling. He's confused, but you can't. You're just jealous of him."
She knew that Zhuyue had always been restless. Zhuyue's appearance is the most outstanding among their maids. When she was transferred to the emperor to serve the king, how could she be willing to be a maid for the rest of her life.
His Majesty is young and arrogant, and it is normal for Xiao Nizi to be moved, and she always wants to fly to the branch and become a concubine. But His Majesty is not serious, and the harem did not accept it. After Zhu Cui warned it several times, Zhu Yue gradually rested her mind.
If His Majesty does not accept the concubine, Zhuyue can endure it. But now that His Majesty loves a male pet so dearly, Zhuyue is at a loss for a while, and it is inevitable that she will feel resentment.
"I'm jealous of him." Zhuyue cried, "Sister Zhucui, you used to say that my heart is higher than the sky, but our life as maids is cheap, and we can't climb high, so don't be wishful thinking. Okay, I listened. What? He's in the Qin Palace, and he was originally a lower-class thing than us, why should he... just rely on that face?"
Zhucui was surprised: "Isn't it enough to have that face?"
How stunning is the son Lian. Zhuyue prides herself on being beautiful, and compared to Young Master Lian, she is also different from the cloud and mud.
Zhuyue: "..."
Zhuyue doesn't want to talk to Zhucui anymore.
"Let's see." Zhuyue wiped away her tears fiercely, her eyes a little bit resentful, "Your Majesty is a ruthless person, I see how long he can be proud of!"
Zhu Cui warned in a deep voice, "Zhuyue, you'd better not have any extra thoughts, otherwise, I'm afraid you will end up miserably." She felt that Zhuyue was completely blinded by jealousy and burned her mind, for fear that she would do something stupid.
"Sister Zhucui who can't." Zhuyue pulled out a smile, "I know."