concubine on top

The little emperor was tied to the head of the bed, and the dragon robe on his upper body was cut off like his trousers, and spread out in all directions, revealing his delicate and fine flesh.

Standing by the bed, Shen Yanchuan looked down at him playfully, his gaze crossed his collarbone, and paused on the two little spots he had erected due to the cold and nervousness, then he lowered his head slightly, looking all the way to his still wearing snow-white socks. Two feet, and finally looked back into his reddish eyes.

Such a little emperor, in Shen Yanchuan's eyes, is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, plump, tender, and pitiful; and the current Shen Yanchuan, in the eyes of the little emperor, is also like a knife hanging above his head.

The little emperor watched the knife approaching, and when it approached again, he shrank his legs in fright: "Don't come over..."

Shen Yanchuan ignored him, leaned down and flattened him inch by inch, his movements were always slow and firm, not allowing anyone to escape, nor giving anyone pleasure.

Seeing him approaching, the little emperor trembled like a sieve, turned his face away, closed his eyes, tears were about to come down, and suddenly felt his body was touched by something wet and cool.

The little emperor looked down, and saw Shen Yanchuan took out a brush from nowhere and started drawing on his chest and belly.

"Itch...stop...don't draw..."

Shen Yanchuan didn't care whether he was crying or smiling, he wrote in one go: a circle, four legs, head stretched to the chest, tail dragged to the belly button - just like a bastard.

After finishing painting, Shen Yanchuan raised the little emperor's chin with the pen: "Does the emperor think this painting is beautiful?"

The little emperor frowned, wanting to cry or not, and forced himself to remain calm and said: "Shen Yanchuan... Let me go after you've finished your revenge, let me go now, I'll be clean with you..."

"Two Qings?" Shen Yanchuan smiled, his voice was clear but cold, "Concubines are not rare."

"you!"

"The gambler has no chips in his hand, and lost all his underwear, so why make a big wish?" Shen Yanchuan raised his hand to touch his slippery neck, and suddenly grabbed him lightly, "Now as long as my concubine is willing, I can do it to you." Anything is fine."

This pinch didn't make people suffocate much, but the little emperor felt extremely uncomfortable, and the tears that he had been holding back all the time fell down in a rustle: "How can you humiliate me like this?"

Shen Yanchuan let go, and wiped away his tears with his fingers: "Your Majesty, why don't you think about it, why can my concubine do this?"

A question that reminded the little emperor of the warm eggs on his eyes, the comfortable knee pillow under his head, and the kiss left on his lips—with the breath and temperature of the person in front of him.He took a breath, full of grievances: "You have cheated me of my trust!"

Shen Yanchuan stared into his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Then why does the emperor choose to trust the concubine? Who is the concubine, who controls it, and why is it by the emperor's side? Isn't the emperor clear about it? Or is it that the emperor trusts one person?" , just relying on feelings, only guessing, only trivial favors and unreasonable ambiguity?"

The little emperor looked at him speechlessly, and relaxed his body as if he lost his strength, as if he had lost his mind.

Shen Yanchuan touched the little emperor's soft ears, and stood up again: "The concubine is hungry and is going to eat. The emperor is here to think about how to deal with the concubine in the future. As long as you have chips in your hand, the concubine will welcome you at any time. "

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without untying others or saluting.

The little emperor looked at his back in a daze, and suddenly sucked his nose and struggled to sit up: "Wait! Is today really your birthday?"

Behind the swaying bead curtain, Shen Yanchuan seemed to have stopped in his tracks, and his voice came from afar: "This question is meaningless."

When Xiao Fuzi heard the news, he rushed back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, rescued the little emperor who was trapped at the bedside, and waited for him to take a bath.

After getting dressed, the little emperor stopped crying, pouted sullenly, and didn't say a word.

He didn't say anything, so Xiao Fuzi had no choice but to ask, "What would the Emperor like to eat?"

The little emperor was silent for a while, then suddenly he clenched his fist and hit the table, which startled little Fuzi.

"Go get a bowl of snail noodles!"

After a while, the snail noodles were brought, and Xiao Fuzi was about to hand over the jujube, but saw the little emperor eating with chopsticks, eating with difficulty, his face full of gloom.

"emperor……"

The little emperor ignored him, buried his head and drank the soup, then continued to sip the noodles, and finally ate up all the peanuts in the bowl, his face was red, his lips were bright red, and he looked like he was about to breathe fire at any time.

In the end, he spat out a word: "Tea!"

Xiao Fuzi served him tea tremblingly.

The little emperor drank a bowl of tea, and boldly put the tea cup on the case with a bang: "You find someone, go out of the palace and buy me an embroidered pouch that smells like snail powder and hang it on the tent beside the bed. If you can’t buy it, all lunches in the Hall of Mental Cultivation will be changed to snails in the future.” “Huh?” Little Fuzi looked terrified, “Think twice, Your Majesty! If you want to eat snail noodles, it will hurt the dragon’s body!”

The little emperor turned his head to look at Xiao Fuzi with complicated and deep eyes.

He knew that Xiao Fuzi would not understand.It's not that he wants to eat snail noodles, he's trying to eat!

Then I will see the embroidered pouch tonight. "The little emperor wiped his mouth vigorously with a handkerchief, exposing a layer of red oil, "Where is Shen Yanchuan from? "

Seeing that he was so angry, Xiao Fuzi didn't dare to persuade him anymore: "... Concubine Yan has gone to Wenhua Palace."

The little emperor stood up as soon as he dropped his handkerchief: "Let's go!"

The car came to the Wenhua Palace, and Shen Yanchuan had been waiting there early, and when he saw him, he acted as if nothing had happened, saluted him together with the Taifu and others, and then returned to everyone.

The little emperor saw clearly the beautiful face with an indifferent expression, and he couldn't help feeling sad and angry again, but because he didn't want to be outdone, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking.

The world is very lively, people are always around him, he will play and chat with whoever he likes, and make a little joke and tease the other person if he doesn't like it, but the likes and dislikes in his heart are all flirtatious Yes, even if you pass it, don't go to the depths of your heart.Today he was annoyed, he caught a snake to scare people, and tomorrow he felt that he had scared the other person hard, and he rewarded people with a table of food as comfort and compensation.

Everyone is not harsh on him. After the momentary grief, everyone will still forgive him for his little naughtiness, will still speak earnestly to him, and turn their heads to talk to him in a friendly manner.

But Shen Yanchuan was different from them, showing favors or playing tricks was useless to Shen Yanchuan.Shen Yanchuan came with missions and tasks, he was more like a rule, not surprised, not afraid, invulnerable to all poisons, invulnerable to swords and guns.Looking back on the matter now, even the emotions he expressed were like dreams, and his frowns and smiles seemed to be carefully calculated.

The little emperor didn't want to think about it any more, he walked to the table and sat down, opened the book and looked at the Taifu: "Let's get started."