The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Jing Feirong led Chu Yanchuan's hand into Lingxiao Palace, His Highness the Fifth Highness would get dizzy when his temperament improved, and Dijun never cared about other people's winks.Jing Feiyun followed behind the two of them, dumbfounded.

In the palace, Chu Yanchuan was the most respected, and he stood at the head of the gods. Jing Feirong didn't have the right to stand in front, so he could only reluctantly follow Jing Feiyun a little back, while stretching his neck continuously. Find his emperor.

An early morning session was over, Jing Feirong was in a fog, and he didn't know what job he had reported. He just remembered that he accidentally looked at Chu Yanchuan when he returned to his post after the job report, which made him almost step on someone. God's feet.

The gods dispersed, and Jing Feirong excitedly went to look for Dijun, but saw Dijun walking towards the study with his father.

His Highness Fifth clenched his fists.

Jing Feirong went back to his dormitory and changed his clothes, while chewing on candied fruit, he wrote the notebook, writing in a distracted manner, and kept looking at the door of the study.But after looking at it for a long time, the handwriting was crooked, the candied fruit became more tasteless, and there was no sign of the emperor.

Will Dijun go to retreat without saying a word after attending the court meeting?

Thinking of this, Jing Feirong immediately got up and ran towards the door of the bedroom, but as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Chu Yanchuan who was about to open the door and enter.

Chu Yanchuan was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "Your Highness."

Jing Feirong stared at him blankly, but he hadn't seen him for more than two months, but he felt that it was longer than the 7000 years he had lived before.He knew that he missed Chu Yanchuan, but it seemed that it was only at this moment that the emperor really stood in front of him like this, that Jing Feirong had completely tasted the taste of missing him.

The emperor knows how to harm others and harm his life.

Chu Yanchuan cried when he saw Jing Feirong—the peach blossom eyes were stunned for a while, and then they were moist red, and then tears rolled out of the eye sockets.Everything happened very quickly, and when Chu Yanchuan reached out to touch Jing Feirong's face, Jing Feirong was already crying so hard.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Chu Yanchuan wiped Jing Feirong's tears with both hands, and asked him softly, "Where does it hurt?"

Jing Feirong shook his head, but he was really embarrassed to say that he was wronged and cried because he missed the emperor so much, so he pulled his sleeves and said, "Woooooo...I...I was in the Demon Realm last night... …injured……"

It was true that he was injured, and he had it on his body too. The wounds were so small that they were not worth mentioning normally, but at this moment, it would be more than enough to sell him badly in front of the emperor.

Chu Yanchuan lowered his head to look at the wound on his wrist. After looking at it for a long time, he finally raised his head and said, "Your Highness, it's too late."

Jing Feirong was sobbing, looking at him with red eyes.

Chu Yanchuan said: "Your wound has healed by itself."

"..." Jing Feirong's face was a little uneasy, he held back for a while, and then said with a sob, "I also have it on my body, I have a lot of it on my body."

Chu Yanchuan nodded: "Let's go back to the room, I'll help His Highness take a look."

Holding Jing Feirong, who was still crying, to the bedside, Chu Yanchuan led him to sit down.Jing Feirong cried and cried, his eyes never moved away from Chu Yanchuan's face, he felt that the emperor seemed to have changed——

became more to his liking.

Jing Feirong took off his clothes, revealing some small wounds.Chu Yanchuan didn't think the wound was small, nor did he think His Highness the Fifth Highness was coquettish, so he healed him one by one patiently. Finally, his fingertips dropped down and gently pressed on Jing Feirong's clitoris through his trousers.

Jing Feirong's face instantly flushed red, and his peach blossom eyes widened—how did the emperor become more direct every time?

Chu Yanchuan looked up at him, and said, "Your Highness is indeed... young."

Crying and crying can be hard.

Jing Feirong understood, and he was even shy. When he was nervous, his mouth became violent, and he really wanted to stuff something into his mouth.But there is no candied fruit at the moment, and it is not easy to pick up the pacifier and suck it in front of Dijun, so he can only bite his finger, his red eyes blurred for a while, and then he said: "I didn't mean it, I didn't always think about it." That..."

Really didn't think about it, Jing Feirong didn't know why he reacted so well, maybe it was stimulated when the emperor touched his body to heal the wound, Jing Feirong didn't even notice it.

"I didn't mean to say His Highness was bad." Chu Yanchuan said.

Jing Feirong rubbed some saliva on the corner of his mouth when he held his fingers, and Chu Yanchuan wiped it off for him.

Dijun's hands are beautiful, slender and beautiful, with slender fingertips and a faint fragrance.Jing Feirong pursed his lips, looked innocently at Chu Yanchuan, and then opened his mouth to enclose Dijun's finger.

Chu Yanchuan's expression didn't change, he just looked at Jing Feirong, moved his fingers in his mouth, pressed the tip of his wet tongue, rubbed it back and forth with his fingertips, the sound of water was sticky and ambiguous.

Jing Feirong looked at him, then lightly bit Chu Yanchuan's fingertips, wrapped his tongue around it, and sucked Dijun's fingers as if sucking milk, making a slight tsk-tsk sound.

"Well..

Jing Feirong mumbled in dissatisfaction, because Chu Yanchuan seemed to want to pull out his fingers, but he couldn't stop when he wanted to, like a dog, he wouldn't let go.

Chu Yanchuan withdrew his hands, and he leaned closer to Chu Yanchuan, refusing to let go, and finally the tip of their noses met each other, Chu Yanchuan stared at him for a moment, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Jing Feirong let go in a daze for an instant, this seemed to be the first time Dijun kissed him on his own initiative.

Chu Yanchuan took out his wet finger that was red from being sucked, rubbed it on Jing Feirong's same wet red lips, and then said, "If your Highness wants to breastfeed, there is a better choice, right?"

Jing Feirong couldn't tell whether the emperor was expressing or hinting, and the whole dragon was in a daze.

He was panting, his head seemed to be empty, but his chest was swollen, and his heart was beating extremely fast, which might be a sign of madness.

He slammed forward and bit Chu Yanchuan's lips, tore off his girdle and threw him under the bed, pushing him back on the couch.

Jing Feirong felt that he was a little out of control, Dijun didn't seem to restrain himself any more today, he screamed when he was in pain, when he felt comfortable, and when he couldn't stand it, there was some suppressed crying and panting in his voice, it was indescribably nice.

Jing Feirong remembered that he had told Shenshu that the emperor didn't like to make noise in bed, and now he felt that the Shenshu might be a wishing tree, and his wish came true.

From morning till dusk, the last two were hoarse - Chu Yanchuan was hoarse, and Jing Feirong was crying hoarse.

No one wanted to move after it was over, Jing Feirong hugged Chu Yanchuan's waist with one hand, with the tip of Dijun's nipple in his mouth, closed his eyes satiated, and sucked two mouthfuls of milk from time to time.

The ends of Chu Yanchuan's hair were still entangled between the fingers of his other hand, and he felt and curled them comfortably with his fingers, which was so refreshing.

Chu Yanchuan felt that his chest was numb, and he could only feel a little pain when His Royal Highness was sucking milk.

He looked at the person in his arms, with a fluffy head sticking in front of him with nostalgia, refusing to let go of his mouth, refusing to let go of his hands, playing with his hair carefree, like a baby that hasn't been weaned yet. dog.

But if there is nostalgia, how can Jing Fei not be alone.

After a long time, Chu Yanchuan said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness."

Jing Feirong let go of Dijun's red and swollen nipples, and raised his head:

"Um?"

His eyes were red and bright, and he looked over seriously, and the two looked at each other quietly in the warm yellow afterglow of the room.They were very close, but Chu Yanchuan's eyes seemed far away, and Meiji's eyes were a little deep, as if they had been filled with thousands of years of time.Jing Feirong looked at him, and felt that he seemed to be enveloped by Chu Yanchuan's gaze, and was drawn into those long and distant years—he really wanted to fall in and take a look at Dijun's past.

The afterglow filled the room, and the evening breeze blew gently. The two looked at each other for a long time, and then spoke at the same time——

"Dijun, I like you so much."

"Your Highness, let's make peace."

The author has something to say: Your Highness Fifth: Today, on Chinese Valentine's Day, my wife asked me for a divorce.