Yu Chuhong finally stopped, Bai Xiyu's two buttocks were already red, and the gully between them attracted his attention even more.
His lower abdomen was very hard, but he still couldn't bear to look away. He wanted to pounce on it and break off the white and tender mounds, revealing the beauty of firmness and tenderness inside.
but…
Yu Chuhong took a deep breath and told himself to bear it a little longer, he would always find a way to make this little fool in front of him clean up and send him to the door.
"Okay, don't cry." Yu Chuhong leaned down and comforted Bai Xiyu softly.
"Father... hiccup..." Bai Xiyu hiccupped, turning his head to look at Yu Chuhong, his eyes were red from crying, like a little rabbit.
Yu Chuhong reached out to wipe the tears on the little rabbit's face, pursed his lips and asked the little rabbit, "Do you know what's wrong?"
The little rabbit sniffled, blinked a pair of red eyes, and said: "Got it."
"Do you know what's wrong with you?"
"..." As a result, the little rabbit fell silent again, and could only look at Yu Chuhong innocently, as if he was not the one who said he knew he was wrong.
Yu Chuhong wanted to laugh a little, but he held back. He looked serious and asked, "What did you promise Father last night?"
"I don't see Song... Song..." As a fool, it was a bit difficult for him to say a name that he had only heard a few times.
"Return to Song Song?" But Yu Chuhong's expression became even uglier instantly after hearing Bai Xiyu's name. He put his hand on Bai Xiyu's right buttock, and sneered: "Xiao Bai's call is very kind. Yes?"
I fucking want to call you Honghong! Bai Xiyu didn't dare to move now, for fear that Yu Chuhong's slap would be slapped again. Yu Chuhong's slap didn't hurt, but was quite technical. This also led to a more difficult thing. Bai Xiyu felt that he had a feeling in front of him.
Long live!
"Father..." The little rabbit shrank back a bit, seemingly quite surprised.
Yu Chuhong finally removed his hand on Bai Xiyu's buttocks, and asked Bai Xiyu, "Xiaobai, don't see Song Ziyan again."
Bai Xiyu refused in his heart, if he was not allowed to see Song Ziyan, how could he give a halo! But the problem is that he doesn't want to be spanked now! He felt that he had better throw his head to recover quickly. Yu Chuhong could spank a sixteen-year-old boy whose mind was three or four years old, but he couldn't also spank a normal sixteen-year-old boy.
Seeing the little white rabbit in front of him nodding his head, Yu Chuhong curled his lips slightly and said, "If there is another time, Xiaobai won't go out of Shenghe Palace in the future, okay?"
What a fart!
But Bai Xiyu still nodded.
After a while, seeing that Yu Chuhong had no other movements, Bai Xiyu moved to the side and carefully tugged on Yu Chuhong's sleeve. "Pants..." The voice was as thin as a mosquito.
After hearing this, Yu Chuhong stretched out his hand and patted Bai Xiyu's buttocks lightly. Hearing him yelp softly again, Yu Chuhong smiled and pulled up his pants.
This torment made Bai Xiyu really sleepy, so he turned over in a convulsion, but as soon as his butt touched the bed, he immediately took an exaggerated breath, and yelled at Yu Chuhong: "It hurts..."
"Father didn't use any strength just now." However, Yu Chuhong was still a little worried, and his two hands stretched out to Bai Xiyu's waist: "Let Father see what's going on."
"No..." Before Bai Xiyu could say "yes", Yu Chuhong took off his pants again.
And his little white was half upright there, Yu Chuhong was taken aback when he saw it, and finally stretched out his hand to flick it, and asked, "Is this the pain?"
It sounds like Yu Chuhong is in a pretty good mood right now.
Bai Xiyu blushed and shook his head: "No."
"Forget it, venting too much energy is bad for your health. Let's forgive Xiaobai once today." Yu Chuhong got up and walked to the side cabinet, then opened the cabinet and took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from inside, and came back When I was there, I saw that Bai Xiyu had already pulled up his pants, turned over again, and lay down on the bed.
Yu Chuhong walked to the bed, pulled out the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and said to Bai Xiyu who was lying on the bed, "Take off your pants, Father will give you the medicine."
Seeing that Bai Xiyu hadn't moved for a long time, Yu Chuhong urged from the side: "Hurry up and be obedient."
Bai Xiyu felt that this was really too shameful, he couldn't stand Yu Chuhong taking off his pants, and now there was an even more outrageous request, asking him to take off his own pants.
If he hadn't considered himself a fool, Bai Xiyu would have jumped out of bed.
Finally, the little rabbit reluctantly stretched out his hand to pull down his trousers, kicked his legs again, and slid the trousers down for a while.
The small porcelain bottle contained some liquid medicine. Yu Chuhong poured some into the palm of his hand, and then slowly rubbed it on Bai Xiyu's buttocks. I don't know if it was because the effect of the medicine was particularly good, or for some other reason. Bai Xiyu felt that his The little butt felt cool for a while.
It was like Chu Hong had used most of the potion in the porcelain bottle. When he put away the bottle, he turned around and saw that the little rabbit had already fallen asleep on the pillow.
Yu Chuhong smiled silently, lowered his head and pecked lightly at the corner of Bai Xiyu's lips.
And since Yu Chuhong tidied up that day, Bai Xiyu has stayed in the Shenghe Palace honestly for the past few days. It stopped a lot. He was thinking about giving Yu Chuhong a big play in a few days, so that he could experience the pleasure of his silly son suddenly returning to normal.
And at this time, Song Ziyan was sitting alone in the empty palace, and all the palace servants who were serving here were sent out by her. She sat alone at the table, holding a carved wooden hairpin in her hand and looked at it again and again. She is just a Wanrong now. Originally, a concubine of this level should not have her own palace, but she didn't know Yu Why did Chuhong give Qinglan Palace to her
Because of Yu Chuhong's different treatment, the concubines in the harem always form a group to find something to stab her.
To be honest, she had some fantasies about Yu Chuhong's partiality before. She really thought that Yu Chuhong was interested in her, but then she realized that Yu Chuhong didn't mean anything to her .
People in the harem had rumored that the emperor doted on her, but she didn't believe it at all, because Yu Chuhong had never had any contact with her in private, let alone summoned her to sleep with her. It's more like a bowl of cumin to her.
Song Ziyan put down the wooden hairpin in her hand, she vaguely felt that the emperor probably used her as a shield, but she didn't know who was lucky enough to be favored by the emperor, and made him spend so much effort to keep her safe.
However, who said that shields must stand in front of others to die? Since the emperor wants to show that he dotes on him, why doesn't he take advantage of this favor to climb up one step further? Otherwise, what is she staying in this dark harem for
Song Ziyan asked the small kitchen to boil a pot of soup that day, filled out a small bowl, and sent it to the imperial study by herself.
Except for very special circumstances, Yu Chuhong would never let his concubines in the imperial study room. But this day I don't know what happened, Song Ziyan came to deliver a bowl of soup, and Yu Chuhong let her in too.
This news spread throughout the entire harem within a short while, and the palace people were all talking about how His Majesty really favored this Song Wanrong.
But in the imperial study room, Song Ziyan held the soup bowl in both hands and knelt down, while Yu Chuhong didn't even give her a look, and focused on reviewing the memorial in front of him. On the other hand, Bai Xiyu looked at Song Ziyan curiously.
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In the end, Yu Chuhong found out. He changed a memorial, and without looking up, he asked directly, "What are you looking at? Xiaobai."
Bai Xiyu stuck out his tongue, turned his head and took a peek at Yu Chuhong, and replied two words: "I didn't look at it."
Yu Chuhong didn't ask him any more, but Bai Xiyu no longer dared to look at Song Ziyan who was kneeling below.
Because of holding the soup bowl for a long time, Song Ziyan's arms were shaking violently at this moment. The soup bowl and lid were made of ceramics, and the spoon inside was tinkling non-stop.
Suddenly, Yu Chuhong from above said: "Put this thing down."
Song Ziyan was just about to get up and put the soup bowl in Yu Chuhong's desk, when Yu Chuhong followed closely: "Put it on the ground, you continue to kneel."
Song Ziyan: "..."
Inside Liuxiang Palace.
"Your Majesty, I heard that Song Wanrong went to the Imperial Study to look for His Majesty today."
White smoke curled up from the incense burner, and the fragrance spread throughout the palace. Concubine Xian, who had her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the maid, and asked, "The emperor let her in?"
"Yes." The maid nodded.
Concubine Xian sat up from the couch, she woke up, and when her mind was completely clear, she asked again: "Is there anyone else in the imperial study?"
The maid replied: "I heard that the First Prince is also inside."
Concubine Xian asked, "How long have you been here?"
"More than two hours."
"It seems that the emperor really hurts her." The expression on Concubine Xian's face remained unchanged, but the quilt under her hand was now clenched into a bunch of folds.
She sighed as if there was nothing, her eyes turned around in this seemingly gorgeous but empty palace, and finally stopped on a statue of Avalokitesvara, and she opened her mouth slowly: "A few days ago Somebody asked the emperor to establish a prince as soon as possible, but the emperor refused, and this palace is getting more and more worried."
The palace maid comforted her and said: "Your Majesty, now the emperor has only these two princes under his knees, and the first prince is not good enough. The emperor will be the second prince in the future."
"But what if that idiot Bai Xiyu recovers one day, or someone adds another prince to the emperor?" Concubine Xian got up from the couch, her long skirt dragging on the floor, her expression gradually became serious, and she shook her head. Shaking his head, he said: "If these two thorns are not pulled out, I will not feel at ease in my heart!"
"Your Majesty, do you want to..." The maid immediately understood what Concubine Xian meant.
"It's not my palace thinking, but someone thinking." Concubine Xian raised her head, her voice was not too loud.
The maid lowered her head and said, "I understand." (83 Chinese.83.)