There was a feeling of being bitten on the side of the neck. With the previous experience, Shang Junlin didn't dare to use too much force this time. He only held a small piece of skin with the tip of his teeth and rubbed it lightly.
This is undoubtedly more unbearable than the direct pain.
Shen Yu was tightly held in his arms by the man premeditatedly, unable to move, and could only let others do what he wanted.
"Didn't Your Majesty acquiesce?" asked with a gloomy breath.
When Shen Yu met Gu Huai alone, he hinted at Shang Junlin from the very beginning. He had thought about whether Gu Huai would meet and talk with Shang Junlin directly. After all, Gu Huai in his memory was always a decisive and ruthless person. People, in order to achieve their goals, can ignore everything.
It may also be because the Imperial Physician Gu is still there in this life, and Mad Wolf is willing to put the shackles on himself.
"What is your gentleman thinking?" Sensing the gloomy distraction, Shang Junlin increased his strength as if punishing him.
He was depressed for a moment and had no time to care about him.
"In my opinion, Your Majesty just found an excuse to bite me." He muttered sullenly and dissatisfied.
"How can your lord think like this? If it wasn't for your lord's reluctance to take the initiative, I wouldn't have to come and get it myself."
The wetness spread to the side of the face, spreading all the way up, the delicate jaw line, the small chin, and finally fell to the corner of the lips.
Shang Junlin stared at the soft lips that were close to Chi Chi, his eyes were as dark as an abyss. He once kissed these lips when the young man was unconscious and drowsy. Even through the bitter medicine, he could not Ignore the touch at the moment when it is covered.
So soft.
With the body temperature of a young man, just touching it can bring an indescribable shivering feeling.
At that time, he was in a hurry to feed the medicine to the young man, ignoring all his feelings. Only when he thought about it afterwards, the feeling of being ignored emerged from the depths of his memory little by little.
deeply rooted in the mind.
Feeling the man's breath getting closer to his lips, he tilted his head gloomily, and the kiss that the man should have landed on his lips fell to the corner of his lips.
The strength was withdrawn little by little during the man's movements, and he tilted his head sullenly and stubbornly, unwilling to let Shang Junlin's lips fall on him.
"Why is Ah Yu unwilling?" Shang Junlin didn't force it, and continued to gnaw and peck at Shen Yu's face, leaving waves of numbness.
Shen Yu himself couldn't tell the reason, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling wronged: "Let me go."
Shang Junlin compromised.
He kissed the depressed forehead comfortingly, and let him go.
Shen Yu slid off Shang Junlin's body and sat aside with a dazed expression.
"Why are you still wronged?" Shang Junlin got up and squatted in front of Shen Yu, "Ayu, you and I are husband and wife, it is normal to do these intimate things, I know you may not be used to it for a while, I will wait for you to adapt .”
He gave enough room, but he was too strong to refuse.
Sullen and dazed touched his face: "Am I acting so obvious?"
"Ah Yu is almost slapping me on the face with reluctance." Shang Junlin held the gloomy hand and squeezed it gently, "Since you and I are husband and wife, we can do any kind of intimacy."
Shen Yu doesn't know what he thinks in his heart. He doesn't resist Shang Junlin's intimacy, and even likes it a little bit, but he doesn't want to break through the last line, as if something in the dark is warning him that once he breaks through , something will happen that he doesn't want to see.
"I know," after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "I will..."
Shang Junlin put his palm on his lips, interrupting what he hadn't said: "It's my fault for making Ayu feel uneasy, Ayu doesn't have to force himself to cater to me."
What Shang Junlin wants is willing depression. He can feel that depression has a knot in his heart. Although he doesn't know where the knot comes from, he will find a way to untie it.
"Your Majesty hug me." Sadness has never been a gloomy temperament, put away those messy thoughts, and thought to himself: Let nature take its course, if something happens, he believes that he has the ability to solve it.
Shang Junlin stood up, leaned over, and held Shen Yu tightly in his arms.
The man's bitter breath gradually filled up the vacant space. Surrounded by the familiar breath, his heart calmed down little by little.
"After returning to the palace, I will make tea for His Majesty, what would Your Majesty want to drink?" Sullen put his hands around the man's waist, and buried his face in the man's arms.
"As long as it's cooked by Ah Yu, I like it."
There was too much commotion in Cangqi Mountain. Although the news was blocked, some ministers still got the news that His Majesty and Your Honor were assassinated. It was also at this time that they knew that Shang Junlin left the palace with depression.
The memorials of exhortations poured in like snowflakes, all of which were to tell Shang Junlin to stay in the palace and not to mess around.
It can be considered lucky that nothing happened this time. Who can guarantee that there will be no problems next time? What if
Shen Yu casually flipped through a few memorials piled up on the low table, all of which were intended to persuade Shang Junlin to return to the palace.
"They said all these things in the book?" Shen Yu felt a little speechless.
"There are also some serious ones." Shang Junlin pointed to a small pile of papers in front of him.
Shen Yu put back the booklet in his hand, walked to Shang Junlin and sat down, "Your Majesty will leave those unimportant matters to the courtiers. It would be a waste of time for His Majesty to look at them in person."
"What you said is reasonable, why don't you help me share a point."
"By the way, leave those unimportant things to His Majesty?" Shen Yu bumped into Shang Junlin.
"Your Majesty and I really have the same mind." After finishing speaking, Shang Junlin pushed some of the excerpts in front of Shen Yu.
Shen Yu saw Lord Fang's name inside, took out the booklet, and pushed it in front of Shang Junlin: "Is there any result about King Yue?"
Shang Junlin opened the booklet, and the contents of the booklet were part of the information found by Mr. Fang, and the details will be presented in the form of a file after sorting out.
"We have to wait for the time being." Shang Junlin wanted to take this opportunity to test out what the late emperor had left for King Yue.
In a dark cell.
King Yue thought he would be able to go out soon, but after a few days, he couldn't help but start to panic.
No one interrogated him, and except for two meals a day when the jailer came to deliver the meals, he hardly saw anyone at other times, and Shang Junlin seemed to have forgotten him.
The process of waiting is always tormenting, especially in this state where no one can tell, King Yue is getting more and more impatient.
He couldn't help thinking: Why didn't Shang Junlin interrogate him? What about his people? Why is there no movement at all? How is it outside now? Shang Junlin dared to attack him, did he really disregard the late emperor? …
King Yue's greatest reliance was on what the late emperor had left for him, and it was because of these that he was able to have such thoughts. It can be seen that he was the prince most favored by the late emperor, if not, why would he entrust those things to him
Human ambition is easy to be fed, let alone a prince who has been indoctrinated with the idea of fighting for power and profit since childhood.
Every day that passed, King Yue became more anxious. Finally, when the jailer came to deliver food, he couldn't help calling out to him: "I want to see Your Majesty!"
The jailer knew the identity of this person, and also knew that the superior ordered him to lock him up and not do anything. He couldn't figure out what the superior was thinking, so the jailer dared not hide it and reported the news to his superiors.
In a blink of an eye, Shang Junlin got the news from the dark prison.
"Is Your Majesty going to see you?" Shen Yu sat by the window, holding his sleeves in one hand and holding the teapot in the other, slowly pouring out steaming hot tea.
The beauty is sitting by the window, making tea in a smooth and flowing manner, no matter how you look at it, it is a kind of visual enjoyment.
They had already returned to the palace. Seeing that the ministers had the posture that His Majesty would give up if they didn't return to the palace, and their gloomy health had improved, it was still not as convenient outside the palace as inside the palace. After discussing, the two decided to return to the palace early.
After returning to the palace, the ministers really calmed down, and finally no longer had to find out from a pile of memorials to persuade the emperor to return to the palace, Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"There is no need to see him." Shang Junlin went to sit opposite Shen Yu, admiring the young man's movements.
Compared to seeing King Yue, he prefers to stay with Shen Yu in Yuzhang Palace, even if he doesn't do anything, he can feel at ease.
Sullen and agile, he put the brewed tea in front of Shang Junlin: "Try it, Your Majesty?"
Shang Junlin raised his hand and took a sip, his mouth lingering fragrantly, lingering for a long time, boasting: "Ah Yu is a good crafter."
"Learning when you have nothing to do, as long as your Majesty likes it." Shen Yu also poured himself a cup and learned how to make tea. He learned it after he went to the Yue King's fiefdom in his previous life, in order to help the Yue King win over a hermit Confucianism, Later, it gradually became a simple hobby.
Affected by his body, there are many things that Shen Yu can't do. When making tea, he can calm down and stop thinking about those intrigues. Over time, this habit has been preserved.
"I don't know if Young Master Jiang and Young Master He have guessed our identities," Shen Yu held a teacup, "I hope both young masters can go to high school."
He Chengyu was gloomy and didn't know, he didn't have any contact with this person in his previous life, but Jiang Huaiqing knew it well, if he wasn't implicated, he would definitely be able to skyrocket.
"Ayu is very optimistic about these two people?" Shang Junlin rubbed the cup in his hand, "Ayu's eyes are indeed good, then He Chengyu is the most outstanding person in the younger generation of the He family in Jiangnan, and the He family in Jiangnan has never been in power since the first emperor was in power. When I become an official again, this time I don’t know why I’m willing to let the most outstanding junior in my family come out.”
"It should be that His Majesty is a person who can be loyal. Why should Your Majesty care what they think? If He Chengyu is really as good as the rumors say, wouldn't it be better to play for the country to show his strength?"
Otherwise, how could there be a saying that "learn literary and martial arts, make goods and belong to the emperor's family".
"Ayu is really..." Shang Junlin shook his head, "I see that Ayu has always paid attention to Jiang Huaiqing, is he really so outstanding?"
"How should I say it? How about I make a bet with His Majesty, if Jiang Huaiqing is the leader this time, how about His Majesty agreeing to my request?"
"If Ah Yu loses, how about kissing me?" Shang Junlin nodded his lips, "Kiss here."
After thinking about it deeply, he agreed.
"What Your Majesty ordered has been done." Eunuch Meng walked in with his head bowed.
Shang Junlin put down his teacup and stood up: "Ayu, come with me, and I will show you something."
"Look at what?"
Shang Junlin walked up to Shen Yu, pulled him up, and the two walked out the door side by side.
Eunuch Meng followed behind the two of them, observing his nose, nose, nose, and heart, and secretly said: Your Majesty really cares more and more about your lord, now getting along with your lord, there is not much left of the emperor's appearance.
Passing through the corridor, you can see a century-old tree with thick branches, and a swing is hanging quietly under the tree.
"I can't restore your original swing, so I asked them to make a new one according to your preferences. Do you like it?" Shang Junlin looked at the young man's side face, with tenderness in his eyes.