Liao Jixiang was wearing the lotus-colored lotus stickers with running water patterns that he made a few years ago, and he came out of Duzhi prison with a handful of books in his arms. He saw two people hiding behind the big willow tree not far in front of him. They were both eunuchs, one standing and the other squatting. , the standing one looks a lot like Meazza.
He stopped and looked around curiously. He didn't recognize the squatting person, wearing ragged clothes, with his head deeply sunken, shaking and shaking, as if he was sobbing.
"Brother Seven?" He called out and walked over gently.
The squatting man immediately wiped his face with his hand, stood up and turned his back. When Meazza turned around and saw him, he smiled unconsciously: "Not in the inner school, why are you here?"
Hearing the word "Neishutang", the man who secretly wiped his tears turned around in fright and bowed obediently. The hair at the sideburns was bald, and his scalp was red and swollen, as if someone had pulled it off.
"The old ancestor asked me to pass on a message," said Liao Jixiang, and his childish eyes frequently glanced at the poor man. When Meazza saw it, he said, "This is from my old acquaintance, Zhong Gusi."
Liao Jixiang was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he had just grown up, and there was still some flesh on both sides of his face. He was very worried, and asked like a child: "Why are you crying..."
The hunched man didn't speak, half ashamed and half panicked, just shook his head, and Meazzada Lala said to Liao Jixiang: "It's nothing, something is not going well."
"Then go and sit with me for a while." Liao Jixiang pushed the book to Meazza, and carefully lifted the man's face. When he lifted it up, a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows slanted into the temples, as if a piece of thin lips had been painted with rouge , with some tears hanging, like frosted flower branches, sad but colorful, with the meaning of overwhelming the country and the city.
Liao Jixiang was dumbfounded for a moment, and asked Meazza at a loss: "H-what is his name?"
"Zheng Erwa, the bell and drum division sings Danjiao."
"Don't cry... don't cry," Liao Jixiang felt distressed seeing that he was about the same age as himself, and took out the ticket silver (1) from his body, and stuffed it into his hand, "Here, go buy Tangwowo. "
Zheng Erwa hastily pushed his hand, and then said: "I don't want it," with a crisp voice and accent, "I don't need it."
Meazza also stopped Liao Jixiang: "He doesn't live in the palace, he will go back to the East Yamen after he promises (2)."
Among the twenty-four yamen, the east yamen is the cheapest. Liao Jixiang inevitably looked at him with pity. The child was probably humiliated, and turned around as if fleeing. His back turned around, as if his legs and feet were not very good.
"He was beaten?" Liao Jixiang asked with concern, but Meazza dodged, "No, let's go."
Liao Jixiang stomped his feet unhappily, thought for a while, and said capriciously: "Tell him to wait, and I will ask him to come into the palace to accompany me."
Meazza immediately frowned, hesitated for a while, and squeezed out two words: "No!"
"Why?" Liao Jixiang, who was reading with Yuqian, was coquettish and domineering, and he couldn't hear people telling him "no".
"He..." Meazza couldn't say it, "it was ruined like that..."
"Ah?" Liao Jixiang looked at him ignorantly, with a sharp, pampered arrogance. Indeed, he, the celebrity in the eyes of the Long Live Lord, has never heard of the brand of pheasant tail in the Qianqing Palace (3). What about the nasty things out there
"That's it..." Meazza leaned over and said something close to his ear, Liao Jixiang blushed, "You're talking nonsense..." He showed disgust, as if frightened, "Shameless!"
"So you are with him." Meazza took his hand, hugged the book for him, and led him back to the inspector of ceremonies like a slave. "The old ancestor must swell your ass."
Liao Jixiang followed him without going far, and said decisively: "He is too miserable." Flicking his sleeves, he made up his mind, "If we move our fingers, he will have a way out!"
Zheng Erwa, this beautiful country boy, never dreamed that he could enter the palace. There are thousands of poor eunuchs who suffer hardships outside, but he stands out, wearing new clothes, standing in the ranks of burners with incense lamps, ecstatic mad.
Long live God in the front is wearing bright yellow satin, all embroidered with dragons, next to him is Liao Jixiang, laughing with him without saying a word, Zheng Erwa can't get enough of that look, as if there is a fairy class on the cloud just one step away, It won't take long for him to squeeze in and taste the taste of wealth.
Suddenly, Liao Jixiang turned his head and met his eyes with a smile. He thought that his eyes were too hot and alarmed others, but it was only for a moment, and Liao Jixiang turned around again, as if looking back unintentionally.
Looking back at this, Zheng Erwa remembered it all his life, beautiful and clean, compassionate and intelligent, Liao Jixiang who is on the top of the world, and Liao Jixiang who is the only coquettish. Submerging him, vaguely, he knew that it was desire.
"Companion," Long Live Master took Liao Jixiang's hand, "Let's play hide and seek?"
This was not a question, but a holy will, so Liao Jixiang didn't answer, but hurriedly took off his waist scarf, and tiptoed to blindfold him—Long Live Lord likes to be a ghost, and all the eunuchs know it.
While the young emperor was leaning on the rockery to count, Liao Jixiang took Zheng Erwa by the sleeve and ran to Qianqing Palace, where there was a tiger hole under Majesty Dan, and they went in one after another, sitting side by side to breathe.
There is a scent, Zheng Erwa can't tell what it is, it's not a incense lamp, it's as sweet as wintersweet, but also a bit bitter, when he smells it, it gets to his heart: "Brother," he blushed, "You smell so good."
Liao Jixiang laughed "puchi", grabbed his hand and felt it in his sleeve. Zheng Mi didn't dare to hold a soft and slender arm, and stared stupidly in the darkness.
"Your hands are sweating a lot," Liao Jixiang complained, then leaned over, leaned into his ear, and sprayed hot air on his neck as soon as he spoke, "Did you touch it?"
Zheng Erwa straightened his back, and fished out his sleeves tremblingly. There were some pieces, very delicate, like torn petals. At this time, there were footsteps outside, and they went straight to this side without turning the corner. , they both held their breath, and saw a piece of bright yellow clothes from the zigzag hole, it was Long Live God who came in.
He is familiar with the road, and while walking, he calls like a cat: "Yangchun?"
Liao Jixiang and Zheng Erwa didn't move at all. Long Live Lord sniffed and said suspiciously, "Is there anyone else?"
Zheng Erwa was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up, leaning against the stone wall, holding the incense lamp and moving aside, Long Live Lord smiled, and moved towards Liao Jixiang, the two of them fought back and forth for a while, and hid in the depths of the cave.
Zheng Erwa peeked in, but it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly. After a while, he heard voices coming from inside: "Oh... so many people, they just know to arrest me..."
"... You hide in this hole every time, aren't you waiting for me to catch you..."
"...how do you know it must be me?"
Long Live Lord smiled, his voice was not the same as before, it was deep, as if emotional: "The fragrance of all flowers, you love so much, you pick one or two kinds from time to time and store them in your sleeves, so you often know them a few steps away," he suddenly Stopped, and then Meng Lang said, "Sweep people with fragrance!"
Then there was no sound.
Maybe it was doubt, maybe it was curiosity, Zheng Erwa quietly moved over there, there were many black shadows in the dark, it was hard to tell which one was a living person and which one was a stone, but it was just a pair of shadows, as if hugging each other face to face, Against the stone wall, it is shaking slightly.
After dinner, Liao Jixiang was lying on the mattress in obscene clothes, with his feet up and a copy of "Hongbao" in his hand. Zheng Erwa came in with hot water from the outside and saw the heart of his feet, so he said: "Brother , let me wash your feet."
Liao Jixiang didn't take it seriously, he rubbed his feet against each other, absent-mindedly: "No need."
Zheng Erwa poured the water for him, put his feet into the basin, and squatted on the ground to scrub him. Liao Jixiang is used to this. He reads with the Lord Long Live, and there is never a shortage of waiters around him. At this time, he put down the book and looked at this beauty cautiously: "Go to the pheasant's tail room and be an umbrella companion first, so that Lord Long Live will recognize you."
Zheng Erwa raised his head and smiled naively: "Brother, you tell me...whatever you tell me to do, I will do it!"
Liao Jixiang pulled his foot out of the basin with a "swish", stepped on the bed wetly, and tugged at his sleeve: "Come up, I'll show you something good."
He lay down on the kang, pulled Zheng Erwa to lie beside him, and then took out a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber" from under the pillow. On the title page was the seal of "The Treasure of Guangyun". On the first page, point to the densely packed small characters on it and show him: "You must have sung Yingying in the Bell and Drum Division. Let me sing these few lines?"
Zheng Erwa stared at those words, embarrassed, and didn't make a sound.
Liao Jixiang turned to look at him strangely: "Why, can't sing?"
"Brother..." Zheng Erwa blushed completely, resting his pointed chin on the kang, sinking into the soft mattress, looking pitifully at Liao Jixiang, "I can't read."
He thought that Liao Jixiang would be angry and look down on him, but he didn't expect that person to suddenly understand and smiled brightly: "I'll teach you," he pointed to one of the "black bugs", "this word is..."
Zheng Erwa didn't hear anything, his mind was dizzy, full of the fragrance of Liao Jixiang, he felt that this person was good, great, very good, and the goddess Guanyin who saved the suffering was nothing more than that. In the collar of Liao Jixiang's obscene clothes, he could see a small section of white neck and round shoulders protruding from the neck.
"Did you hear that?" Liao Jixiang took his arm, leaned over, squeezed half of his arms on his body, and gently arched his waist and hips.
Zheng Erwa is not a clean person, as Meazza said, he has been ruined by others, and his heart is dirty. Unexpectedly, he grabbed Liao Jixiang's back, and licked hotly behind his white ear.
Liao Jixiang only felt trembling all over his body, covered his ears and turned back in horror, behind him was Zheng Erwa's face like a fairy, so gorgeous, he stared straight at him: "Brother," his voice was so trembling that he couldn't hear clearly, "I also want to... like Long Live God..."
As he said that, he kissed Liao Jixiang's mouth lightly, and Liao Jixiang's face immediately turned red as if steamed. It was the first time for Zheng Er to know at a glance.
Could it be that he and Long Live Lord were not the shadows hugging each other in the tiger cave? Could it be that I have a bad idea in my heart? Zheng Erwa was a little flustered, eager to admit his mistake, when suddenly there was a "slap", and he was slapped hard on the face.
Liao Jixiang beat him, like those rich and powerful masters, like his vicious master, like the man who pinched his ass at night, in an instant, a hatred suddenly rose from his chest, Zheng Erwa bit Teeth, before he could really say or do anything, the door was pushed open, and an old man in his fifties came in, wearing an old navy blue sweater, and suddenly saw the two entangled on the bed, His brows furrowed.
Zheng Erwa was a little embarrassed, but he was not afraid, until the old man turned around slowly, and said lightly to the outside of the house: "Drag it down, and beat you to death with a stick!"
Zheng Erwa's bones were about to collapse from his flesh, and he knew that he was talking about himself. From the corner of his eye, he saw Liao Jixiang slumped off the bed and grabbed the old man's dark blue sleeve: "Old ancestor, we are making trouble. Let's play!"
Zheng Erwa stared blankly at his snow-white feet, which he had just washed for him, and now they were dirty again.
The order to be beaten to death with sticks was not obeyed, Liao Jixiang was stopped, and Zheng Erwa stood outside the East Nuan Pavilion of Qianqing Palace with a broom in his hand. Now he is not qualified to carry incense lamps, and can only do rough work of fetching water and sweeping the floor , The vicious bullying of the East Yamen is back again, he has two bruises on his cheeks, and his hands are full of cuts.
"Cover it... don't get cold..." There was a voice from the window, it was Liao Jixiang, who was waiting here for the Long Live Lord to return from Xiyuan, Zheng Erwa looked at the long-handled broom in his hand, feeling very desolate.
He used to be so close to that glorious apex, so close that he could reach it with his hand, but now he was slapped back to his original shape.
The yellow canopy is fluttering and coming from a distance. Long live Lord is wearing a short jacket for riding and shooting. He is rushing this way. He is about the same age as himself. Zheng Erwa is hiding by the wall and watching. With a heroic face, there is a small red mole between the left eyebrow and a beautiful nose, straight like a sword.
"Companion!" He yelled affectionately, jumped up the steps briskly, the door opened for him from both sides, the umbrella cover was neatly removed, and he lifted it aside. It was originally his job, Zheng Erwa looked at , clenched his fists.
"... I'm starving to death," the voice in the window pane became lively, a series of chaotic footsteps, and then the young emperor shouted loudly, "It's still my companion who loves me, this is not fat cake, this is' big Help me!"
Liao Jixiang's eloquent laughter came, so gentle, it rang in his ears, Zheng Erwa didn't know whether he hated him or loved him, so boldly, he opened the window sash slightly and peeked inside.
The idlers all retreated. While eating the cake, Long Live Master grabbed Liao Jixiang's waist and held it, preventing him from going anywhere else. Zheng Erwa had touched that thin waist before, and it was flexible and thin.
Liao Jixiang looked a little shy, and took out a book from under his clothes, and Li Pingzhan handed it to him: "After reading it, I will return it to you."
Zheng Erwa has seen it before, it is the "Romance of the West Chamber" under his pillow, Long Live Lord is eating cakes, looking at him and smiling, like an older brother, but also like a lover: "Isn't it pretty?"
"Well," Liao Jixiang nodded with a blushing face, and asked coyly, "Is there any other books like this?"
Zheng Erwa didn't understand what's so good about a torn book. The two of them looked so sticky, even if they were fine, they were not far away. They were ignorant and seemed to be in love.
"Companion wants to see, of course." Long live Lord wiped his hands on the silk handkerchief, stretched out his arms, and greeted Liao Jixiang as he would for children, "Come here, I will tell you."
Liao Jixiang refused to go: "Tricking me again."
"How could it be a joke?" Changing the Long Live Lord stood up and walked towards him, "I was the happiest when you read when you were young, and you couldn't read the words." Liao Jixiang showed a puzzled look, and the Long Live Lord hugged him by the shoulders , just hugging, without any superfluous actions: "I was young at that time, I didn't understand, but now that I think about it, I asked the puppet to come and stand with flowers, and I was lucky to lean on the fragrant shoulders for a while!"
Liao Jixiang wanted to refuse at first, but after hearing this, he put his head on his shoulder obediently. They are really a pair of children, you hug me and I hug you, standing there dumbfounded.
Zheng Erwa vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a song in an opera, "a kind of shyness with a low back, which is slightly revealed on the brows from time to time", which refers to Liao Jixiang's current appearance, like water, boiled slowly by simmering fire.
At this moment, Lord Long Live seemed to be possessed by a demon, and he yelled forgetfully: "Yangchun, my Yingying!"
"What are you doing!" Suddenly someone patted behind him. Zheng Erwa was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, his ears were caught, and he was dragged aside while kneeling and crawling. Wearing a multicolored red robe, he is undoubtedly a big pen.
Zheng Erwa raised his head in a daze, it didn't matter what he raised, but the other party was startled and asked him, "What's your name?"
"Zheng... Zheng Er wow."
"Oh, good," this is a father-in-law in his early forties, with a deep scar on his forehead, a fat body, and a smile like a Maitreya, "you have a destiny with our family, get up quickly, and our family will praise you from now on."
How do you call it fate? Later, Zheng Erwa found out that his name was Ma Sanmaid, who was the supervisor of ceremonies and the eunuch Bingbi, who supervised the affairs of Dongchang.
Zheng Erwa combed the girl's hair, wore a skirt, and hid behind the gold-painted screen. In the hall sat the Long Live Lord, and Ma Sanmaid was beside him, pouring wine for him one cup after another.
Long Live Lord didn't look very happy, he leaned back in the dragon chair, Ma Sanmai tried to persuade him to drink, and he said: "Without my companion, any wine will taste bad."
"The old ancestor took him to Daxinglong Temple to worship Buddha, and he came back in half a day," Ma Sanmaid quietly shook his sleeves, shaking out a red pill, "Grandpa watched a play, the most interesting "Romance of the West Chamber"!"
The gongs and drums sounded, Zheng Erwa should go out at this time, but he didn't know whether he was unfamiliar or frightened, he was so stiff that he couldn't move, and Ma San's maid yelled anxiously: "Yingying, which Yingying is here!"
Long Live Lord frowned first, probably because of his youthful temper, and stood up with a flick of his sleeves. He was about to leave. When Ma Sanmaid was worrying, Zheng Erwa was in a hurry and knocked down the screen. Raised in the sunlight, a charming Cui Yingying stood there shyly.
Lord Long Live stared at him in astonishment, like a fairy staring at him. Zheng Erwa was also beautiful, with peach-colored cheeks half-hidden, which made me feel pitiful.
"Grandpa, go," Ma Sanmaid urged from the side, "Your Yingying!"
His Yingying had always been Liao Jixiang, but it was probably that person who was exiled to a fairy, she was indeed beautiful, when he walked over, Zheng Erwa "thumped" and knelt down at his feet, and shouted with his head on the ground: "Long live! "
This is a eunuch, he saw it, at this time Ma Sanmaid followed him, holding the red pill in one hand, and the wine in the other: "Grandpa, this slave is offering an elixir."
What kind of elixir, it's just red lead, but the emperor didn't understand. He looked at it suspiciously, and was about to wave his hand, when Ma Sanmaid came over and whispered, "Take it, and ask Long Live Lord to ride the clouds and ride the fog!"
The fingertips on the lower head suddenly became hot, and Long Live Lord looked down. It was Zheng Erwa who put his finger in his mouth. He seemed to understand Ma Sanmaid's "flying the clouds and driving the fog", half pushed and half on the spot, and swallowed the lead pills and wine.
As soon as he swallowed it, his thigh was hugged. Zheng Erwa knelt down and rubbed him slowly from bottom to top through the silk pants. The hotter and more exposed the touch, until the fatal place was grabbed, He snorted in surprise.
What happened after that was blurred, he took off his clothes and went to bed for some reason, and when he woke up again, he saw a naked eunuch with rouge all over his face, sitting on his crotch in a non-masculine way , that place was extremely comfortable, and he had never felt so refreshed in his life. He heard himself panting heavily, calling out one after another.
"Grandpa, slave... How about slave?" The fake Yingying held him with something, wet and sticky, and he could see a small piece of his immature thing propped up on the mattress for a long time. Only then did he realize that he had inserted himself into his ass.
"Ah!" He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear this bone-eroding wear and tear, and he blurted out a moan, but what he shouted was, "Companion... Companion!"
When Liao Jixiang and his ancestor came back from Daxinglong Temple, they didn't go back to their own room. Before sending the ancestor back to the room for a cup of tea, a little eunuch called the ancestor to the outhouse halfway.
Liao Jixiang didn't take it seriously, he helped sweep the mattress, put together the manuscripts, vaguely heard someone outside saying: "...Zheng Erwa and Long Live Lord are in Yuxi Palace..."
Hearing that name, Liao Jixiang was still curious and didn't care, until a sentence came from the oblique stab: "... slept together!"
"Take it easy," the old ancestor scolded in a low voice, afraid that Liao Jixiang would hear it, but he had already heard it, and tiptoed, and put his ear to the door, "Ma Sanmaid... the thread in the middle..."
With a "click", it was the ancestor who held the tea bowl on the table. Liao Jixiang knew him and was so angry that he wanted to smash something. The ancestor held back for fear of alarming him.
"Go, take a look in the back room," the old man whispered, "Why is it so quiet?"
Liao Jixiang didn't have time to cry, so he hurriedly climbed onto the bed and pretended to sleep with his clothes on. Almost at the same time, the door was slightly pushed open, and suddenly, the little eunuch went back to report: "Grandpa, fell asleep."
The old ancestor didn't speak, and the little eunuch muttered a few more words before going out. Liao Jixiang stared and waited for a long time, but the old ancestor didn't come in. Suddenly, he understood, how could the old ancestor trust him to sleep? Just sleep, the ancestors are afraid of embarrassing themselves.
Tears flowed out unsatisfactorily, he wiped them with his sleeve carelessly, thinking about the years he had been in the palace, he had never cried, God seemed to have paved a ladder for him to climb to heaven, and he was picked by his ancestors as soon as he came in. If he is selected, he will be sent to Qianqing Palace as an accompanying student. Who will give him a little bit of anger, because of his ancestors, never.
But right now, he was hurt to the bone. He was caused by a cruel childhood sweetheart and a moment of kindness. He should go to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but he slapped his mouth and didn't even dare to cry.
The sunset glow of this day is particularly red, and the sunlight in the west shines through the gaps in the clouds and mist, showing a dazzling golden color. In this charming golden red, Liao Jixiang and Zheng Erwa met on the long steps in front of Qianqing Palace.
He went up, Zheng Er came down, the poor boy changed, he was wearing a brand-new embroidered gold scarf, his temples were clean and oily, his face was as white as a flawless jade, his eyes were full of autumn water, and the corners of his slender eyes were flying slantingly. It means that one look at a person will take away the soul of the person.
Liao Jixiang lowered his head, trying to pass him by, but Zheng Erwa called him, tremblingly: "Brother!"
Liao Jixiang did not agree.
"I'm just an actor," Zheng Erwa said contemptuously, "I have no other way out except this."
Liao Jixiang sneered, he is no longer Zheng Erwa, Long Live God named him "Mian", which means "bright color, like gold and stone", overnight, he rose to fame from among the small firemen who fetch water and sweep the floor.
"I won't fight with you," Zheng Mi grabbed his sleeve with a pitiful look, "I'll be content as an umbrella fan leader in the middle of the tail, didn't you just let me..."
Liao Jixiang didn't let him finish, and forced him to go up. Zheng Mian looked up from the bottom of the steps. He was destined to be unable to grasp the slender figure from the back.
Liao Jixiang entered the hall, but Long Live Lord was not in the place where he usually read. He turned his head to look at the bed. Sure enough, the man squinted his eyes and stood there with a little eunuch swinging a fan beside him.
Seeing Liao Jixiang coming, he happily sat up from the bed and patted the edge of the bed impatiently: "Get down!"
The little eunuch bowed his waist, bypassed Liao Jixiang and retreated, not only retreated, but also closed the door from the outside. When the room was dark, Long Live Lord immediately grabbed Liao Jixiang's arm: "Companion, I miss you..."
"Why don't you light up the lamp?" Liao Jixiang brushed his hand away without any trace, wrapped his sleeve around his wrist, let him touch it, he felt dirty.
"What kind of lamp?" Long live God pulled him from behind, pulled him into his arms, and with that strength, turned around, and both fell on the bed, "I can't wait!"
As he spoke, he rubbed his mouth against Liao Jixiang's face, rubbed it, and then quickly tugged at his robe. Liao Jixiang flushed with shame and anger. This playmate who grew up together kept calling him "Yingying"'s elder brother, now behind his back and doing other things with others, turned around and wanted to spoil him. He hated him so much that he slapped him across the face.
"Pa", very loud, piercing the dusk sky.
Long live Lord covered his face and stared at him in disbelief. Liao Jixiang pressed his collar, showing no sign of showing weakness at all. Just because he did not show weakness, Long Live Lord was ashamed instead, and bent the corner of his mouth to pull out a smile , but Liao Jixiang said coldly: "Get out of here." This is not enough, he continued, "Dirty!"
In the whole world, who dares to slap the mouth of Long Live Lord? Who dares to tell Long Live to go away? With the door closed, there were only the two of them. The emperor endured it, but he couldn't bear the word "dirty", because he really felt that he was dirty, and he did that kind of thing with an actor in a daze. Liao Jixiang had to do it once to get clean.
"Who do you think you are!" After being stabbed in the vitals, he was so angry that he knocked off Liao Jixiang's crown, grabbed his hair bun, and dragged him off the bed. In his rage, he dragged him to the threshold superior.
A lot of young eunuchs gathered outside, and he yelled at them ferociously: "Get out of here immediately, don't allow him to take anything! Let him go to Ningxia and Gansu to suffer, and get out overnight!"
As soon as he raised his hand, Liao Jixiang turned down the steps. He slammed the door to death and covered his head behind the door. He is the Ninth Five-Year Master, decisive in killing, and hard-hearted. Unexpectedly, his eyes were red, and he was in pain. curled up.
There were many people coming and going outside, I don't know how long it took, he suddenly shivered, pushed open the door, outside the door, the old ancestor brought a group of young people to kneel there, begging for Liao Jixiang.
Maybe it was rebellion, maybe it was bragging rights, he immediately raised his airs: "Is the person gone?"
"Let's go," the ancestor kowtowed heavily, "Liao Jixiang..."
"Good job!" The emperor pretended to be happy, with exaggerated pride in the corners of his eyes and brows, "Ask some competent people to accompany him, and don't let people say that I don't miss old love!"
Hearing this meaning, intercession is useless, the old ancestor stood up tremblingly, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Observe the order."
He turned around to leave, but Long Live God hurriedly stopped him, but he didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, he ran back to the house, grabbed a pen and hurriedly wrote a note: I will spare you the crime of death in the future, and I will come to you Meaning for a long time.
This is the iron coupon written on paper, and it is a golden medal for avoiding death scribbled on.
He stuffed this thin sheet of paper to the old ancestor, and said in a solemn tone that was afraid of being seen as solemn: "Give it to him, so that he can do it for himself!"
The old ancestor's eyes were a little dazed, but the look in his eyes at this time was so pity and pity, forcing this high-ranking child to be reckless again: "I pass on the word of mouth, the umbrella fan between the pheasant tails will follow Zheng Afterwards, I will be in charge of the affairs of the palace, and I will invite the admiral of the sword to wait in the imperial room, and reward the big red and golden bullfighting round-neck boa jacket!"
This is too outrageous favor, even absurd, the child patted the ancestor on the shoulder and said: "I took your Liao Jixiang, and I will give you back Zheng Mi," he ordered, "I will take it to your family."
The old ancestor's old lips seemed to tremble, but he didn't say anything after all.
The young emperor safely returned to his dragon bed, but he closed his eyes and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. At this moment, he didn't know that the letter was torn into pieces when it was handed over to Liao Jixiang. One day after the year, when he was really decisive and hard-hearted, he was still on this bed, crying until he was dark, because an old friend in Gansu lost his left leg because of his country.
(1) Piaoeryin: The banknotes of the twenty-four yamen (twelve supervisors, four divisions, and eighth bureaus) of the eunuchs in the Ming Dynasty, ranging from one coin to ten taels, were used for rewards and were also circulated among the eunuchs in the palace. .
(2) Acceptance: actors and opera troupes enter the palace to perform at the request of the emperor.
(3) Brand: A type of eunuch position in the Ming Dynasty. There are several brands of Yuqian and Nuandian.
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Spoiler: Annual inventory: Daming Tucao Jun
Don't worry about ancient times or modern times, this is what happened in parallel time and space
Hello everyone, I am Daiming Tucao Jun. As my fans, you must know my style - large scale, large scale, very large scale. So my nickname is Daming Fang Shijun, and it’s time for the annual inventory again. I know someone will definitely nominate the Jinshen siblings who got together in February, as well as the "classmate said to bring together" in May. I read books, but what I read was that kind of book...", September, "I got pregnant and my husband learned that the village head Erya fell in love with him, and he wanted to divorce his wife without hesitation" and "The house dog Rhubarb is loyal to protect the master, but the master I just want to be with it Lingering" is also a big hit.
Of course, none of the above.
This year, a pair of "extraordinary men" have been contributing articles to me, and I also sent them once, with the title "A male pen pal who is six years younger than me always touches me". For a period of time, almost every ten I will receive their letter every day. How should I put it, the scale is outrageous. Although the content is very offensive, I am a serious and responsible person, so my health is getting worse...
Hehe, I won’t be blind alone, everyone come and feel it with me, you can imagine their panic through the paper, ah, so happy.
one of the men
Hello Daming Tucao Jun, this is the first time I submit an article, and it may be a bit messy. The title is "A male pen pal who is six years younger than me always touches me", or whatever else you think is appropriate.
My gender... I'll keep it secret for now, my hobbies... I may be male now, and I'm more introverted. Although I'm in my early thirties, I haven't experienced many things, and I don't know much about them. He is my only pen pal. When it comes to the process of our acquaintance, he is really amazing. I usually have no one to talk to. When I feel uncomfortable, I write it out and have it stuffed into a stone lamp next to a temple. It’s been four years and nothing happened. In the spring of this year, someone suddenly came back to me. After chatting with him a few times, I found him very close. I don’t know what he thought, but after I got to know him, I found that I really need such a person. I attach great importance to him (the letter), and every time I read it, I put it away and lock it in the cabinet. I never leave it on the table for fear of getting dirty. Yes... Then we made an appointment... It's hard to say, but now that I think about it, it might be better not to see... After meeting, I found out that he was a little dick who was once bullied by me! ! ! I have a little power in real life, and my economic strength is relatively good. He is ordinary, probably...poor, but he is very talented. He ranks in the top three in the national exam. He is tall and looks the type I like (not that kind , I just feel comfortable and good-looking when I see him), what attracts me the most is his integrity, he dares to point my nose and say what is wrong with me after eating mine and sleeping mine (not the kind of eating and sleeping thank you) , I may also be cheap, the more he is like this, the more I hate him, I think he is good.
The above background, and then the problem came, when I basically tolerated him in everything, he...he got started... literally, he always wanted to touch me and grab me, even when he was peeping at me, don't Ask me how I knew he was peeking at me, it’s really hard not to notice that strange look... One day he stayed at my house overnight, and we slept in the same bed with our heads and feet upside down. For some reason, I left my left foot It was always cold, but he grabbed it and covered it with his chest to warm me up! ! I didn't say anything at the time, and my performance was relatively flat, but in fact, my heart was already boiling, maybe because my parents were gone when I was very young, and I really longed for this kind of intimacy deep in my heart. give him...
Sorry to ramble a lot, Rory, the point is that he kissed me a few days ago! ! ! More than once! ! ! I don't know what he thinks, are you kidding me? Another point is that his wife is not around and broke up recently. Is he just lonely? I mentioned me to him expressly and implicitly, and I paid him to find a woman, but he refused to do it. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him. I was probably too curious about the things he did to me, and I never refused. I also have a little expectation, shouldn't I be like this
In addition, I would like to ask the candidates, is it normal to kiss several times at once? Just keep kissing and sticking my tongue in my mouth (covering my face), not me making this up, it's true, it sounds a bit gross, but maybe because it's him? I actually made a strange sound, and my whole body went limp! ! Is this my problem? Or is he abnormal
My attitude towards him now is to ignore him, but in fact, as long as he opens his mouth, I am willing to take off the stars in the sky and give them to him. I can give him money, power, and women, but he never mentioned it to me. Now I am worried that I am not good enough for him, even if he touches me, I am afraid that he will get dirty, but he always touches...
Thank you Tucao Jun, anyone who can code can help me code, I just want to know what I should do, should I let him kiss me in the future, will he be unhappy if I resist too much, thank you!
one of the men
Hello, Tucao Jun, I am the male pen pal in "A Boy Pen Pal Who Is Six Years Younger than Me Always Handles Me", he must not know that I also read Tucao Jun, really, I am already blown up now, and I have been following along for a long time Ask me what's wrong outside! ! !
Emotional typo bear! What should I say to him, I'm probably already insane, if nothing else, the "kissing" and "touching" he said are all the result of my patience... He really doesn't understand anything, so It's too exaggerated, I only kissed him once, it's nothing if I rubbed my mouth, and I was a little bit cowardly, and secretly rubbed against his leg, but he was too stupid to notice, now i say