Bai Luo took Jimo Ge's hand and walked around several times. It turned out that he still hoped that he could walk and live normally, which can be seen from his uncontrollable excitement and joy now.
Jimo Ge grabbed Bai Luo who still wanted to continue walking, "From now on, we can walk every day, we can go climbing, hunting, and do whatever you want. Now, you should rest, otherwise, your body will suffer. No."
Bai Luo was pushed down by Jimo Ge and sat on the stool. Bai Luo's face was full of joy, and he couldn't help but want to stand up and take two steps.
Jimo Ge just wanted to talk to Bai Luo about other things, in order to divert Bai Luo's excitement. Bai Luo also knew Jimo Ge's intentions, so he took advantage of the opportunity to chat with Jimo Ge to relieve the excitement his legs brought him.
Jimo songs tell some interesting things that happened on the border, and talk about some scenery and customs outside the capital. Bai Luo would occasionally ask a few questions.
Jimo Ge talked about a marriage held in the army, "The woman was from a nearby town. Suddenly, there was a heavy rain in the mountains, and she was in danger. She happened to meet a patrolling soldier, who was also blocked by the heavy rain in the mountains, so he escorted her back home. To show her gratitude, the woman would often send some food and clothes, and the two of them would get along soon after coming and going. The army camp is full of men, and it is a lively event to get married."
Well, it's another story of a hero saving the beauty. Cracked but not tacky.
Bai Luo listened with gusto, and suddenly remembered him and Jimo Ge. Since other people are married by men and women, why can they still get married when they are both men? Thinking of these, I asked this question.
Jimo Ge was a little nervous, convinced that Bai Luo's question was only out of curiosity, and not for other reasons, so he relaxed and said, "When the first emperor conquered the country, the son of the Han family and the first emperor had a friendship when they were young, and the two supported each other. After going through many hardships, the son of the Han family devoted all his strength to help the ancestor emperor, and finally the ancestor emperor ascended the throne, announced to the world, made the son of the Han family the emperor's husband, and shared the country with him."
Jimo Ge's words were full of longing and longing for those two people, and his expression couldn't hide the envy and expectation.
Bai Luo's heart skipped a beat, and before he realized it, he had already grabbed Jimo Ge's hand. Jimo Ge's palms were broad and rough, with calluses from weapons grinding on them, in stark contrast to his slender, white hands, which looked like they hadn't done heavy work. Moreover, the wheat color on Jimo Singer's skin contrasted sharply with his white skin.
"What happened later?" Bai Luo asked, what happened after sharing the world? Without heirs, wouldn't the first emperor accept the harem? For the sake of the balance between the harem and the court, those ministers would not agree to the establishment of a harem. In this case, how should the imperial husband deal with himself in the harem of a group of women. It seems that most of the relationships in the world begin with sharing adversity, but they cannot end with sharing wealth.
Jimo Ge was a little surprised, and didn't understand why Bai Luo would ask such a question. "Later, the country was shared, and the emperor's husband had the same rights as the first emperor, and could make decisions about the affairs of the court. The two joined hands to create a prosperous future."
"Huh? The same rights?" Bai Luo thought that the emperor's husband was like a concubine, trapped in the harem and not allowed to interfere in politics.
"The first ancestor emperor's husband is also a stunningly talented person. He is extremely intelligent and strategizing. He has proposed many measures to build the country and benefit the people. The relationship with the first emperor emperor is even stronger than gold."
"What about the heir?"
Jimo Ge carefully glanced at Bai Luo, "A child from the adopted clan." Then he lowered his head and whispered, "If you want a child, that woman can't be kept in the palace." He can accept it for Bai Luo's sake. The existence of that child, but that woman, cannot appear in the palace. He is not sure if he will go crazy if he sees the scene of Bai Luo's family of three enjoying themselves happily, while he is an outsider.
This kind of aggrieved expression is really not suitable for Jimo Ge's face. If it was that kind of gorgeous young man, this weeping expression would make people feel pity, but if it was a tall, unruly uncle like Jimo Ge, it would really make people laugh.
"Okay, okay, we can also adopt the offspring's children."
After getting Bai Luo's permission, Jimo Ge wanted to get closer to Bai Luo every moment. In the past, he couldn't get it, but now that he was by his side, it was hard for Jimo Ge to refuse this temptation.
Bai Luo was lying on the bed in a white undershirt, a gentleman like jade, his black hair like a waterfall, with a brocade-like luster, his clear eyes staring at him, under the smudge of the candlelight, it seemed that there was an indescribable friendship hidden, He was the only one in his eyes.
The ambition in his heart grows wildly like weeds, Jimo Ge just wants to get closer to Bai Luo, this person is his.
Bai Luo's heart was aroused by Jimo Ge's teasing, and he was at the critical point, but Jimo Ge still just hugged him everywhere, but didn't move on to the next step.
Bai Luo hugged Jimo Ge's waist, and rubbed against him, implying that Jimo Ge's poor tricks couldn't satisfy him.
Jimo Ge looked at Bai Luo, who was lost in lust, took a deep breath, and simply broke the can. Jimo Singer tremblingly opened the grease, he no longer had the extravagant hope that Bai Luo would forgive him after recovering his memory. However, the Jimo singer turned a corner, so let's hate less.
Bai Luo looked at his whole body in embarrassment, not daring to look directly at his Jimo Ge, blood surged up, turned over and pressed on Jimo Ge's body, kissed Jimo Ge's lips, "I'll do it myself, I'm going to start enjoying it."
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Bai Luo hugged Jimo Ge's slightly thick waist, and after dawdling for tenderness, he felt it again, and rubbed against Jimo Ge's chest, "Jimo, let's do it again."
How could Jimo Ge reject Bai Luo, kissed Bai Luo's hair, and spread his legs.
"Jimo, I'm tired, you can do it yourself."
Bai Luo's voice was hoarse and magnetic, and he looked at him with watery and misty eyes, with an expression of trust and dependence that seemed to be subconsciously coquettish, Jimo Ge felt that his whole heart was about to melt into a puddle of water.
Bai Luo looked happily at Jimo Ge who was ups and downs on his body. His older partner always tolerated him unconditionally and doted on him. Bai Luo leaned into Jimo Ge's ear and whispered softly: "Brother Jimo, you are awesome!" !"
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Jimo Ge was in a trance, only the soft "Brother Jimo," in his ear, heart palpitations and waist weakness.
So after hugging him personally, Bai Luo found a new way to tease Jimo Ge until his face changed.
In Jimo Ge's childhood dream, the tender and delicate Bai Luo would follow behind him and call him "Brother Jimo", he would take Bai Luo to hunt, protect him, never let him get hurt, and cook delicious food for him Barbecue, wipe Bai Luo's hands, and give Bai Luo the things he likes to please him.
Bai Luo would get close to him and smile at him.
On this day, Jimo Ge was told something hastily by his subordinates, and there was a touch of anxiety and panic in Jimo Ge's expression.
"Jimo, what happened?"
"There will be a state banquet in a while. Officials with rank five or higher must attend."
"What's wrong with that? Are you in trouble?"
"No." Jimoge hugged Bai Luo tightly. He didn't want to gamble on the possibility that Bai Luo would still remember Jimo Lin, and he was even more afraid that Bai Luo would recover some memories when he saw Jimo Lin.
Ever since the news of Bai Luo's sobriety could not be concealed, Prince Zhao's Mansion has secretly received several groups of people who came in to investigate. Jimo Lin couldn't reach into the palace, couldn't find any news, and he didn't give up. Overtly and secretly using various channels and means to get close to Bai Luo, how could Jimo Ge do what he wanted.
In the past, he avoided Jimo Lin's light everywhere, not because he was afraid of Jimo Lin, but because he didn't want to go against Bai Luo's wishes, so he let Jimo Lin succeed everywhere.
Jimo Lin would not give up until he achieved his goal, so he used the name of the state banquet to ask Prime Minister Bai for the list and scope of officials attending. Bai Luo is his royal husband with the same rank and rank as his, so he will attend the banquet. Moreover, Prime Minister Bai had already said before that Bai Luo had already woken up, so he couldn't use Bai Luo's discomfort as an excuse.
The day of the banquet was ushered in Jimo song's reluctance. Bai Luo was dressed in brocade clothes, dignified and indifferent, his face was like a crown of jade, his skin seemed to be shining brightly, his expression was cold, and his hair was like satin. Her hair was tied with a plain hosta, she walked towards him slowly, and smiled, "Jimo, does this dress look good? It's much more complicated than what I usually wear, with many more layers."
Jimo Ge couldn't help but walked towards Bai Luo, held Bai Luo's hand, "It's pretty." Bai Luo was originally a handsome and handsome existence, and the luxurious service added a touch of extravagance, which seemed unattainable Bright moon. He couldn't take his eyes off it.
In the carriage, Bai Luo was still very curious about the outside, and opened the curtain to look at the street outside.
There were many carriages on the road, all heading in the same direction, Bai Luo felt bored after watching it for a while, and leaned against Jimo Ge in boredom.
Stumbling to the palace, Bai Luo was led by Jimo Ge all the way, the roads were complicated and very similar in length, Bai Luo simply didn't remember the way, anyway, Jimo Ge was by his side.
The banquet was very grand, and the table in front of him was full of food and fine wines. Bai Luo always felt that there was a burning gaze staring at him. When he looked up, his hand was secretly held by Jimo Ge. My mind was all drawn to Jimo Ge, and I forgot what happened just now.
Jimo Ge peeled the food so fast that Bai Luo didn't even have time to finish eating, and a small mountain piled up in front of him. There was a performance on the front stage. The dancers in red gauzes had graceful postures, slender waists, eyes full of autumn water, and accompanied by lingering and soft music.
Bai Luo wanted to go to the toilet a little bit, Jimo Ge was dealing with the greetings from other officials, Bai Luo waited, but felt that it was better for him to quietly leave the table and go to the toilet.
After he settled the matter, the little eunuch who brought him was nowhere to be seen. Bai Luo looked at several similar forks in front of him, and the appointed man chose one to go forward. He didn't meet anyone on the road. Thinking of having someone take him back to the banquet, the author has something to say: Will you meet Jimo Lin?