Xiao Yu felt that he had a very long dream, and when he woke up, he still couldn't tell which was the dream and which was the reality.
Until he stared at the bright yellow embroidered golden dragon curtain on the top of the bed for a long time, then he suddenly sat up and looked around. The hollowed-out heating furnace outside a tripod is full of smoke, all of which are exquisitely crafted, retro and luxurious.
It seems that the sound of him getting up alarmed those who were interested. Immediately, a young man stepped into the house, stood in front of the screen, and asked softly, "Your Majesty is awake? Zhuangyuan Lang has been waiting in Dongnuan Pavilion for a long time. already."
This Xianfu is the leader of the eunuchs beside Qingdi. He has served him since childhood. Qingdi has a deep and moody mind. Xianfu can understand his heart and mind, even if he is a confidant of his confidant. Seeing His Majesty sitting on the dragon bed at this moment is just silent, and sighing secretly in my heart, thinking that the champion of the Sacred Heart is at the end of the day. It's too fast, only the poor Zhuangyuan Lang's infatuation with His Majesty is destined to be in vain. Right now, people are still waiting in the Dongnuan Pavilion, waiting for His Majesty's call.
Xianfu bent down and waited for a moment, when finally there was some noise from the dragon bed behind the red sandalwood screen.
"Let him, continue to wait." Qingdi said very slowly, his voice sounded more hoarse and lower than before, and in Xianfu's ears, it seemed more indifferent, and even contained a hint of anger.
The chief eunuch's heart froze, and his face tightened in an instant. It doesn't matter if your majesty is angry, but you don't even know where your majesty's anger comes from.
"Here, I'll pour a glass of water."
Xianfu was hanging in his heart, and when he heard the order, he immediately poured tea and served it respectfully. Although Qingdi's words did not sound very smooth, he paused for a moment in the place he claimed to be, but because of Tianyan's prestige, he did not Think carefully.
Emperor Qing didn't like his attendants being too close to him, so after Xianfu handed over the tea, he respectfully stood back behind the screen.
At this time in winter, the tea is slightly hot but not hot to the mouth. The tea is the lotus and snow needles paid by the small country in the southwest. The fragrance is fragrant. It was as cold as snow.
After drinking this cup of tea for a long time, Xianfu couldn't understand Qingdi's mind more and more. He couldn't help but raised his eyes and glanced at the other party. With this one glance, he suddenly turned to Shangqingdi's dark eyes, Xianfu. My heart skipped a beat, my knees went weak, and I almost fell to my knees.
"Xianfu." Qingdi put the teacup aside, and it became cold after a while, just like his tone, "Let him come in and serve."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xianfu bowed his head and exited. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he closed the door and walked a few steps, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and trotted into the Dongnuan Pavilion.
Perhaps it was because Baba had been looking forward to it for a long time.
When he approached the Changqing Palace where Emperor Qing lived, he quietly pulled Xianfu's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Eunuch Xian, how is your Majesty's mood tonight?"
Xian Fudeng felt a bit bitter in his mouth, and replied helplessly: "Sir, Your Majesty has never liked people to try to figure out the holy will. serve."
Zhuangyuan Lang was taken aback for a moment, and he thanked the father-in-law for the point.
I don't know if it was specially ordered by Emperor Qing. Tonight, there are not many lights in the Evergreen Hall, which looks a little dim.
The heater in the bedroom was very hot, and when the door was opened, some cold air leaked in, and it was quickly blown away by the heat. .
He bowed his head and walked to the screen of the dragon bed, knelt down and greeted him with a well-rounded, shy, shy, literate air.
Emperor Qing was lying on the bed, closed his eyes and rested his mind. He had been ignoring him since the man pushed the door into the hall. At this moment, he opened his eyes and glanced at the person kneeling in front of the bed.
"Raise your head." The voice was faint, but with a deep majesty.
The moment the man raised his head, he couldn't help looking up at the dragon's bed. A light-colored tulle hung down on the bed, but he could still vaguely see the face of the sky. He had a broad forehead and a straight nose, trimmed eyebrows and thin lips, and his profile was as cold as frost , Just like the Qing Emperor went on a tour that day, sitting on the tall dragon, accepting the worship of the people of the world, luxurious and graceful, majestic and unparalleled.
He was also in the crowd at that time, and he had seen Qingdi from a distance, and he has been haunted by dreams since then, as if possessed by a demon.
The faint light of the stove reflected on his face, and it seemed to reflect a flush of red.
The moment he saw his face clearly, Qing Di's pupils suddenly shrank - the champion had a very splendid face! Although the temperament is different from the previous life, the appearance can still be seen at a glance.
Emperor Qing is the monarch of the Qing Kingdom. The surname of the country is Xiao. It was Emperor Qing's real name, Xiao Yu.
And the champion who was kneeling in front of his bed was Zhuo Fan, who was chosen by the Qing Emperor at first glance in the Golden Palace Hall.
Zhuo Fansheng is very handsome, gentle, and the emperor is very masculine. He is used to seeing Yingyingyanyan who is flattering in the harem. Zhuo Fan's weak temperament and the careful secret admiration in his eyes make the emperor's eyes shine.
As if he was used to eating mountain delicacies and occasionally wanted some game, Qing Emperor effortlessly put the new champion on the dragon bed and favored him every night, while the latter already had a love for Qing Emperor, and he was even more tricked by his tricks. I was so infatuated, I was immersed in the sweet dream of loving my sweetheart all day long, completely forgetting what kind of a romantic emperor the real Qingdi was.
As everyone knows, everyone in this harem who has been favored by Emperor Qing once thought that he was the most special, different from others, and naively thought that Emperor Qing would change for himself, from a romantic emperor to a lover .
Can there be anything more bloody than this
If you have long hair, you think you are a girl? Don't have too many patients with princess disease these days!
Xiao Yu's face was as gloomy as a glacier under the polar night of the North Pole. He once thought that violating the arrangement of the script would only result in one death, but he didn't expect that there would be something more terrifying than death - death would not be free!
Although he changed his identity and changed his plot, the damn scumbag was always in front of him, waiting for him to step in.
Isn't the end of not succumbing to the script is to be entangled with this guy forever and ever? Thinking of this episode, Xiao Yu's face turned pale gradually.
"Your Majesty?" Zhuo Fan was still on his knees. Seeing Qingdi staring at him behind the curtain, his eyes seemed a little strange, and he felt a little uneasy. Just now, Eunuch Xian asked himself to serve carefully, for fear that he knew that His Majesty was in a bad mood.
"...You, get up." Qingdi's voice was icy cold without hesitation.
Zhuo Fan seemed to be used to it, and stood up slowly. The favor these days made him a little more courageous, and occasionally made a little overstepping behavior. Fan took a step forward and leaned forward a little. Seeing that Qingdi was indifferent, he immediately seemed to be inspired. He carefully walked to the bed and lifted the thin veil.
Qingdi was wearing a dark golden yellow robe meticulously on his body, and his coat was also covered. At this moment, he was sitting on the head of the bed, looking up at him, his eyes were as sharp as knives.
Zhuo Fan involuntarily looked away, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, please Rong Weichen undress for Your Majesty."
Qingdi still did not express, neither objected nor refused. In Zhuo Fan's eyes, it was naturally acquiescence.
Gathering up his courage, he climbed onto the bed and pressed his hands on the other's chest. Zhuo Fan was about to open his shirt when his wrists were buckled. When he looked up, he saw Qingdi closed his eyes and didn't look at himself, and only ordered: "Take off your own." After saying that, he quickly let go of his hand.
For a while, he was a little puzzled, but Zhuo Fan nodded slightly, and slowly unbuttoned his official robe. He didn't stop when he took off only his robes, and with a blushing face, he removed the last piece of cover. , Kneeling naked beside Qingdi.
Although he had been happy for days and nights, Zhuo Fan was still thin-skinned. In the past, most of the Qing emperors took the initiative to tease and touch, but now the other party has no intention of taking the initiative at all. .
After a stalemate for a while, Xiao Yu still didn't respond, Zhuo Fan had no choice but to grit his teeth and leaned over to kiss the other's lips.
Who knew that Xiao Yun frowned, turned his face away subconsciously, and kissed his cheek this time. Looking at it again, he saw Zhuo Fan kneeling innocently with a wounded face, instead of trying to kiss himself, he moved his head away. Going down, he gently pecked and kissed the place through the robe.
Thinking about the bad things in the script, Xiao Yu didn't have any happy thoughts in his heart, but he also knew that he would not be able to escape tonight, unless he wanted to change the plot again, but he had already seen the consequences after that. There's nothing more painful than what's happening in front of you!
-At least until I figure out how to deal with the script, I'll just follow the plot for a while.
Although he had no love for Zhuo Fan in his heart, he still felt his body under this kind of service. Xiao Yu simply closed his eyes and did not look at the face under him. For a moment, he felt that his robe was lifted up, and his pants were obscenity. Unfastened, the already erected dragon root jumped out.
Zhuo Fan carefully supported his hands, his face flushed, and before he lowered his head to hold it, he raised his eyes to take a peek at Qingdi, but when he saw that the man still closed his eyes and didn't look at himself, he felt both lost and relieved. .
Xiao Yu kept his face expressionless until he was about to let it out in Zhuo Fan's mouth, and his breathing became heavier. He frowned and opened his eyes, Zhuo Fan, who was about to sit down, was startled.
What he could see happened to be something that the other party was exposed and slightly raised. Xiao Yu frowned even more. He really didn't want to see this thing, so he reached out and grabbed Zhuo Fan's arm and put it on the bed, making him lie with his back to him. on the snow-white mattress.
"Your Majesty?" Zhuo Fan moved uncomfortably. Although there was a heater in the hall, his hands and feet were still cold when he was naked in the winter.
Xiao Yu held his waist and said coldly, "Don't move around, don't look back."
Zhuo Fan was even more uneasy, but he still lay down obediently, enduring Qingdi's fingers that came in to lubricate and expand.
Xiao Yu was annoyed in his heart, and he didn't even have the intention to play with him. He clasped his waist tightly and rushed in. The tight heat instantly squeezed his body and made him feel hot. .
"Well... Your Majesty... Ah..." Zhuo Fan's body swayed back and forth with Xiao Yu's movements, intermittent moans floating in the sea of evil, he wanted to look back at Qing Di's face, but his body was firmly held, and he could only He heard the heavy and indifferent breathing of the man on him.
Compared with Zhuo Fan, he was completely naked. Except for his trousers, Xiao Yu could be called neatly dressed. The bedding on the dragon bed was cluttered by Zhuo Fan, and the small space was filled with men's roars and wetness. sound of water.
But the hotter the body is, the colder the heart is, as if another person borrowed his eyes and looked on indifferently at all this absurdity...
At the last moment, Zhuo Fan shouted "ah", his thighs trembled like chaff for a while, his eyes were slack, Xiao Yu crouched on Zhuo Fan's white back, his breath was muddy, and it took a long time to slowly straighten up, from the other side's warm and wet The inside slides out.
His dark pupils watched the turbid white dripping from Zhuo Fan's legs, soiling the sheets, and he didn't mean to touch the man again, his expression was extremely indifferent.
The stickiness on his body made him feel quite uncomfortable, Xiao Yu frowned and cleaned himself up, then walked out of bed without looking back, not looking at the man on the bed who was about to cry, except for Zhuo Fan who was still in the hall. All that was left was the sound of cold footsteps, which seemed extraordinarily silent.
-Since the script wants him to be a scumbag, let's be a scumbag to the end, completely!