Yan Ge gave Chuzheng food and drink every day.
At first Chuzheng thought he had given himself medicine, and asked Kapok to take it out for inspection.
The result was nothing in it.
This weak chicken must be trying to lower my vigilance!
"Your Highness..."
Chuzheng shuddered and sat up abruptly.
She looked around the room and saw no one.
The ghost is still there, even in the dream.
"Your Highness."
The door was pushed open, and a bright young man leaped into Chuzheng's eyes.
have to.
It's not a dream this time.
The teenager held the porcelain cup, walked in a few steps, put the porcelain cup down, and breathed into his hand: "It's so hot."
Chuzheng took a look at his hand, and concluded very calmly: "It's a little red, it's fine."
"… "
"What's this?"
The young man smiled: "Soup for you."
"… "
Give me soup every day! !
Chuzheng opened it and glanced at it, she didn't want to eat at all, she wasn't hungry.
So Chuzheng closed the lid again.
"Your Highness? Are you drinking?"
"I don't want to drink." Chu Zheng said honestly.
"But..." The young man looked disappointed, "I've been through this for a long time."
Chuzheng pulled Yan Ge into his arms: "I'll drink it later."
Yan Ge nodded and took the initiative to put his arms around her: "Your Highness, you haven't been out recently, are you okay?"
Since the last incident, Chuzheng hasn't gone out much.
Yan Ge was really surprised about the three princesses.
In the end, she was the one who won...
But when you think about it, it doesn't seem surprising.
"You want me out?"
Yan Ge hugged her tighter and said innocently, "Of course not, it's better for His Highness to accompany me."
To die with you
I don't!
Chuzheng kissed him, Yan Ge was stunned, and her cheeks flushed instantly.
"Your Highness..."
He called out in a low voice.
He approached Chuzheng slowly, and kissed her gently and slowly.
Soft lips, pressed against her, jerky and clumsy tossing and turning twice.
Yan Ge felt that the hand around his waist was tightening forcefully, and he and Chuzheng's body were tightly pressed against each other.
Yan Ge tried hard to stay awake.
But nothing can be done.
"Your Highness..." Yan Ge murmured, "I'm out of breath."
Chuzheng let go of him, and Yan Ge immediately took a deep breath.
"Comfortable?"
Chuzheng asked him.
Yan Ge's expression was embarrassed, his eyes dropped in a panic, like anger or anger: "His Royal Highness..."
He bent over to get the porcelain cup: "Your Highness, the soup is cold, let me feed you some soup."
Chuzheng didn't refuse this time, but when Yan Ge was feeding her, he drank the soup in one breath.
Yan Ge: "… "
Chuzheng also showed him the porcelain cup.
That means it seems to say: Look, I'm done drinking, stop beeping.
"You didn't poison me, did you?"
Yan Ge looked at her suspiciously: "Your Highness, why should I poison you?"
"Don't you hate me?"
Yan Ge's cheeks bulged, and after a while, they shrunk again, and her bright red lips pursed: "His Royal Highness, why do I hate you, you treat me so well."
"Know that I treat you well."
Yan Ge nodded obediently, with a glimmer of light in his clear eyes, admiration, admiration, and joy intertwined.
"Then how are you going to bed tonight?"
"… "
Although this day will come sooner or later, but Chuzheng never mentioned it, Yan Ge felt that she might not let herself sleep.
However, this moment has come.
sooner than he expected.
Yan Ge's heart was numb, but his face was shy: "Hall... Your Highness, then I'll go back and prepare."
Chu Zheng nodded.
Yan Ge got up immediately.
boom!
Yan Ge hit the table.
"Be careful… "
"His Royal Highness, I'm fine." Yan Ge fled the room.
Chuzheng put her legs up on the table and looked out the door thoughtfully.
-
into the night.
Yan Ge had already taken a bath, wearing only a thin gauze on his body, and his body was looming in the dim light.
More than putting a cloak on Yan Ge, Yan Ge pulled the cloak to wrap himself.
"Sir, you..."
More than talking.
"I'm fine." Yan Ge straightened his back and took a deep breath: "Let's go."
More than struggling, he sighed and opened the door for Yan Ge.
Kapok waited outside with two people, saw Yan Ge coming out, slightly blessed: "Yan Shijun, His Highness will come later, you can wait in your room."
Yan Ge was stunned: "His Royal Highness is coming to Jiangyue Pavilion?"
Kapok smiled and replied, "Yes."
According to the rules in the palace, the first time you serve the bed, you can only go to the master's bedroom.
If a woman is willing to personally go to the other person's bedroom for the first time, it means she loves a man.
No.
That's pampering.
Even if he is not favored in the future, with this grace, in this palace wall, he will not be too sad.
Yan Ge didn't say anything, returned to the room, let Ji Zhi go down, and sat alone by the bed.
"Your Highness..."
There was a sound from outside, and then the door was pushed open and closed again.
Yan Ge looked up.
The woman didn't change, just changed her clothes.
The candles flickered in the house, and the incense curled.
Chu Zheng's tone didn't fluctuate: "Wait for a long time?"
Yan Ge shook his head: "No."
He grabbed the cloak and stood up slowly, the candlelight jumping in his eyes, like the light that suddenly rose in the dark night, making people want to grab him and never let go.
Chuzheng stood a few steps away and looked at him.
Yan Ge pursed his lower lip, raised his hand slowly, and pulled the strap of the cloak away.
The cloak fell.
The young man is thin, but under the clothes, he is very predictable.
The body was wrapped in a translucent veil, looming and sultry.
The young man stepped forward barefoot, raised his hand, and touched the belt around Chuzheng's waist with his fingertips.
Chuzheng picked up the person, Yan Ge took a breath, and then his body fell on the ground, and his body sank slightly.
The quilt covered his body, and Chuzheng shrouded his head.
Yan Ge looked at Chuzheng blankly, Chuzheng pressed the quilt: "Who asked you to wear this?"
"Your Highness... don't you like it?"
Chuzheng: "… "
Is this a matter of liking or not liking the horse? !
This riding is a fatal problem!
"Do you really want to?" Chu Zheng asked him.
Yan Ge's hand under the quilt stretched out and hooked Chuzheng's neck: "Your Highness, I am yours."
He has no choice.
Not willing or not.
Chuzheng pulled his hand away: "If you don't want to, I won't touch you."
Yan Ge's pretty face showed a bit of seriousness: "His Royal Highness, serving you in bed is what I should do as a servant."
"I'm just asking you, would you like it or not."
Yan Ge fell silent.
Chuzheng looked at him.
The room fell silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Chuzheng rolled over and lay down: "Go to sleep."
Yan Ge gently pulled Chuzheng from under the quilt.
Chuzheng ignored him.
Yan Ge tugged again.
Chuzheng endured, lifted the quilt and went in, took Yan Ge into his arms and hugged: "Sleep."
Yan Ge was covered in a thin layer of gauze, almost without wearing it.
The scalding temperature spread to Chuzheng, making Chuzheng feel a little hot.