Inverse Scale

Chapter 3

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"The shame of the literati."

Xue Yushi looked at Ying Shuo's back kneeling in the center of the hall, his eyes were full of absurdity and contempt.

From a meritorious official who rescued him to a sycophant who deceived the king, it was just overnight.

In other words, it was just Song Huaiyuan's effort to issue an imperial decree.

The purple jade crown on Ying Shuo's head was taken off, and his long hair was straight and loose on his back, slightly messy.

The purple jade crown was put on by Song Huaiyuan himself on the day he was the number one scholar in high school, and since then, he hasn't left his body for a moment.

And from now on, the fresh clothes and angry horses of the new top scholar, and the scholar's anger, have nothing to do with him anymore.

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Ying Shuo chewed these two words carefully, and smiled lightly.

He straightened his back, folded his hands on his forehead, and slowly shook his head.

"Sir, thank you for taking the decree."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

When Song Huaiyuan came to Zheyu Palace, he saw Ying Shuo sitting on the bed lost in thought, his slightly messy black hair covering half of his face, looking a bit dazed.

Song Huaiyuan said: "Why, you are not happy when I do what you want?"

"I dare not." Ying Shuo got up, bowed his head slightly, and saluted Song Huaiyuan meticulously, without any emotion in his tone.

Song Huaiyuan lifted his chin, looked at Ying Shuo for a moment, and found that Ying Shuo's eyes did not contain the humiliation and anger he had expected, but were indifferent.

Song Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly approached Ying Shuo. Ying Shuo was only wearing a single shirt at this time. Song Huaiyuan reached out to Ying Shuo's collar, and gradually took Ying Shuo's shirt down to the crook of his arm, revealing Big chest.

A long scar lay ferociously in front of Ying Shuo's body. Although it had begun to scab, it still looked terrifying. Such a scar looked very abrupt on Ying Shuo's fair-skinned body. It was not good-looking, even a little ugly. .

However, Song Huaiyuan suddenly recalled the gorgeous blood that stained his clothes that day, Ying Shuo's pale face against the blood color, and his slightly trembling body in his arms.

Carefully rubbing his hand over Ying Shuo's scar, his heart seemed to be on fire.

Ying Shuo shuddered all over, and finally lost his usual indifference.

Song Huaiyuan smiled, pushed him down on the couch, and took off Ying Shuo's clothes completely.

"Your Majesty..." Ying Shuo stopped slightly, "I have something to ask."

"explain."

Ying Shuo hesitated for a moment, then said, "Purple jade crown..."

"Throw it away." Song Huaiyuan said lightly.

Ying Shuo froze for a moment.

"The purple jade crown is given to the champion of the new department." Song Huaiyuan glanced at him, "Now you..."

He didn't finish the following words, but the meaning was obvious.

Ying Shuo closed his eyes, and asked with some difficulty: "The first place in every imperial examination will be awarded a purple jade crown...will His Majesty wear it for him?"

"Yes." Song Huaiyuan said.

Ying Shuo tilted his head, was silent for a while, and said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, I have lost my manners."

Song Huaiyuan looked at his expressionless face, squinted his eyes, and slowly moved his fingers over Ying Shuo's body, looking for the sensitive places of Ying Shuo, tossing and teasing.

Song Huaiyuan's foreplay was done extremely slowly, as if he was playing with Ying Shuo on purpose, it couldn't be ignored, but he kept away.

Ying Shuo's eyes gradually became dizzy, and he forced himself to suppress the increasingly intense panting, refusing to make a sound.

"Call out." Song Huaiyuan looked down at his sweat-soaked face and said.

Ying Shuo pursed his lips tightly, but did not respond.

Song Huaiyuan squinted his eyes and rushed in. Ying Shuo couldn't help but let out a low moan, and bit his lip tightly again.

But the more Ying Shuo was unwilling to speak out, the more Song Huaiyuan tormented him.

Song Huaiyuan didn't give up until Yingshuo's scabbed wound oozes blood slightly and his whole body is exhausted.