"Yes, this subordinate obeys." At that moment, Ling Shi'an stopped talking. He bowed and stepped back.
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Huijun Palace.
That night.
King Huijun Zhong Ming'e just returned from the imperial mausoleum to the capital today, and after entering the palace to greet Lord Long Live and the Queen Mother before returning, it was already dark. At this time, I was lying in the study with my eyes closed and resting my mind. I was really tired from the long journey these days. He really wanted to sleep well. But he couldn't fall asleep anyway, as soon as he closed his eyes, Liao Chongwu's face could appear in his mind. Zhong Ming'e only felt that it was very sad but hated sweetness. He turned over and buried his face in the pillow, imagining the short time he spent with Liao Chongwu in the imperial mausoleum during those two days. Smacking the taste scene after scene.
"Ming'e. When will I see you again next time?" The night before leaving, Liao Chongwu tossed Zhong Ming'e to death, and finally Zhong Ming'e cried until his voice changed his tune. He just let it go. But she still hugged him tightly. Zhong Ming'e also let him hug like this, and the two sweaty men hugged tightly like this. Leave no gaps.
"I'm afraid we have to wait until..." When Zhong Ming'e said this, his voice was hoarse and full of sadness. "Wait until the year before."
That's right, apart from offering sacrifices to ancestors at the New Year's Eve, he really has no reason to run towards the imperial mausoleum as a majestic first-rank county king.
"Then there are still five months." Liao Chongwu whispered while stroking his sweaty hair, "It's more than one hundred and fifty days, how can I endure it?"
Yes, how to boil it
For a while, both of them were silent. Apart from the sound of heavy breathing, there was no other sound in the bedroom. Zhong Ming'e put a stick in Liao Chongwu's arms again, then raised his head to kiss Liao Chongwu's sweaty chin, stammering Authentic: "Will... or, you, you come again?"
"What more?" Liao Chongwu was stunned, and then he understood. He only felt a heat in his heart, and then suddenly fell down, and kissed vigorously on the trembling red lips, until Zhong Ming'e's hands were timid again. He put the ground on his waist, and then he let go of Zhong Ming'e, and while grabbing Zhong Ming'e's hand that was about to fall, he said in a hoarse voice, "I won't come, you can't stand it."
"I... I'll take it! Really!" Zhong Ming'e said eagerly, and then he planned to prove himself with his own body. He wanted to get up and kiss Liao Chongwu, but he moved his body and immediately said "Ouch!" Then he fell down again on the bed.
"Lie down honestly!" Liao Chongwu frowned, and stretched out his hand to rub Zhong Ming'e's waist. He looked at Zhong Ming'e's sweaty face, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Why is your body weaker than before? Also thinner?"
Zhong Ming'e has been weak since he was a child, but he was also nourished by precious medicines and precious treasures, so his body is not considered strong, but it is not bad, but this time when he came to the imperial mausoleum, Liao Chongwu found that he was obviously thinner than before, and his complexion was not very good-looking. I'm tired, and I'm sweating all over my body at every turn.
"No... nothing." Zhong Ming'e's face froze, and then he turned his face to the other side.
Liao Chongwu looked at his obviously protruding collarbone, feeling really distressed, and stretched out his hand to caress Zhong Ming'e's shoulder, but as soon as he touched Zhong Ming'e's sweaty shoulder, Liao Chongwu was taken aback immediately, as if he remembered something Yes, he paused, then hesitantly attached to Zhong Ming'e's ear, and whispered: "Is it because of the medicine?"
Zou's pregnancy was naturally due to Zhong Ming'e taking Huichun pills, but Liao Chongwu didn't know how much Zhong Ming'e had taken and how long he had taken it, but he was sure that the medicine was too strong and would hurt everyone. Zhong Ming'e's body collapsed, and for a moment he felt really uncomfortable, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, all kinds of feelings came to his heart.
"Mother and concubine said that no matter how incompetent a man is, as long as he eats one, it will definitely work," Zhong Ming'e froze suddenly, and after a while he slowly turned around. He didn't dare to look at Liao Chongwu, but just plunged his head into Liao Chongwu's body. In his arms, he pressed his face tightly to Liao Chongwu's chest, and whispered, "But I... I have to eat three to be useful, and I have to think about you every, every time..."
"I got it, I got it," Liao Chongwu was so distressed that it seemed like a blunt knife was cutting his flesh. He hugged Zhong Ming'e tightly, rubbed Zhong Ming'e's trembling back with his big hands, and said lovingly, "Ming'e, don't say that. Come on, stop talking."
"Liao Chongwu, I...I think I'm very dirty, really dirty, you...you don't dislike me, but I'm not clean after all," Zhong Ming'e couldn't stop, he pointed at the warm chest , weeping unrestrainedly, the grandson of the phoenix and the grandson of the dragon, crying like a child at this time, "Liao Chongwu, I hate it so much, I hate that I am incompetent, I can only be manipulated by others, I hate that I am a wimp, I can't protect those who want to protect, Those who want to persevere can't, but those who want to love... can only push away, Liao Chongwu, I really hate it!"