Your Majesty is happy [rebirth]

When Ling Qiyou woke up, he found that he had turned around. Before he fell asleep, he was holding the steamed bun with his back facing Xiao Chuqian, but now when he woke up, he was facing Xiao Chuqian, with his chin almost resting on his chest. At the neck, the two of them are almost breathing together.

After being stunned for a moment, I recalled that I took the initiative to bring Xiaomantou out of the palace to come here, and it seems that I voluntarily climbed into the bed...

Xiao Chuqian still had his eyes closed, and the sound of even breathing was next to his ears. Ling Qiyou felt a little itchy and wanted to step back, but his whole body was imprisoned in his arms, unable to move at all.

Looking up at the sleeping face of the person in front of you, you can see the tall nose bridge and plump lips. Looking up, the eyelashes are very long when the eyes are closed. When the eyes are open, most of them are facing him. He was smiling all the time, a subtle feeling in his heart almost overflowed from his chest, Ling Qiyou closed his eyes, and refused to think about what it was.

"……woke up?"

A low and somewhat hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Ling Qiyou, who closed his eyes, froze for a moment. This kind of voice would make him hear those hoarse whispers that are sometimes distracted, and Xiao Chuqian Every time she whispered into his ear half-seriously and half-jokingly, those touching words that he had never taken seriously or taken to heart.

Seeing that Ling Qiyou has been refusing to open his eyes, the bases of his ears turned red for no reason. Xiao Chuqian's mind, which was still a little dazed when he just woke up, slowly came to his senses at this moment, and he laughed softly: "Since your Majesty Why are you pretending to be asleep when you wake up?"

One sentence successfully made Ling Qiyou open his eyes suddenly, and stared at him fiercely.

It's just that the person is still lying in his arms at this moment, even if he stares, it doesn't have the slightest deterrent effect, on the contrary, he seems to be having sex with him.

Xiao Chuqian raised his chin: "Little Mantou is still sleeping."

Ling Qiyou turned around, behind him was the little steamed bun still with both hands raised to the side of the head, in the usual sleeping position, pouting his mouth and sleeping soundly, helping him cover the quilt, the hand stretched out again the next moment Pulling his shoulders and being forced to turn back, he returned to face to face with Xiao Chuqian.

Ling Qiyou felt a little embarrassed and a little unhappy, turned his eyes away and changed the topic: "What time is it?"

"It's still early, sleep for a while, and I'll ask someone to prepare food for His Majesty."

Ling Qiyou's gaze moved down to his hand on his arm, and motioned for him: "Let go."

The little bit of intimacy and ambiguity when he just woke up disappeared suddenly, and the tone of commanding and commanding was restored.

The two words just popped out of my mouth, and the next moment, I was pushed up by someone, blocking my lips.

Ling Qiyou's eyes widened in astonishment, and he stared at the person who pressed him hard and stared straight at him almost in disbelief.

There was still a smile in his eyes, but this time there was a slight sneer in his smile.

Regardless of Ling Qiyou's struggle, Xiao Chuqian let go of Ling Qiyou when he was frivolous enough, "Isn't that what your Majesty does when you come to find your servants? Your Majesty, Your Majesty is perfect."

The emotions that had been gathered in his chest from the beginning exploded in an instant, but turned into an anger that almost gnawed Ling Qiyou's nerves. Xiao Chuqian had already hooked his fingers on his chest and tore the clothes away. Qi You trembled with anger, gritted his teeth: "Let go!"

Then he bit her hard on the neck.

When Xiao Chuqian let him go again and raised his head, he saw that Ling Qiyou's eyes were already red, and the anger in his eyes was mixed with some obvious grievances. Xiao Chuqian looked at it with a bad feeling in his heart, and originally wanted to bully and bully He, seeing his eyes like this now, actually softened his heart again. After all, he just acted resentfully, withdrew from him, and lay down next to him.

Carefully pulling Ling Qiyou into his arms, Xiao Chuqian leaned over and kissed him again, this time his movements were extremely gentle, and he only touched him lightly before retreating.

Ling Qiyou also fell silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Get up." This time his voice was much softer.

Xiao Chuqian was very satisfied, stretched out his hand to pinch his earlobe, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Xiao Mantou is still sleeping..."

Ling Qiyou listened to his intentionally prolonging the meaning of this sentence, and raised his eyes and looked at him. Xiao Chuqian was even happier, and the next sentence was lower and hoarse: "The sentence just now was not to provoke His Majesty. .”

Which sentence did you just say?I remembered the sentence that made him explode in anger for a moment, but now, looking at Xiao Chuqian's eyes full of gentle smiles, it seems that he is not so angry anymore...

Ling Qiyou's gaze moved down again, and landed on his thigh that was still wrapped in white cloth. After half a day, he choked out a sentence: "Your leg is not healed yet, what should you do?"

Xiao Chuqian pressed it to his ear, and the warm breath he exhaled made Ling Qiyou's body temperature seem to rise instantly: "Use your hands."

*****

Two quarters of an hour later, the satisfied Xiao Chuqian sat up and sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing Ling Qiyou who was still lying on the bed. He took off the ravaged and sticky underwear, and changed into clean clothes , Ling Qiyou turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on the muscle lines of his shoulder blades that fluctuated with his movements, and after a while, he raised a hand across his eyes and closed them.

His breathing was still not steady, and he felt a little annoyed when he thought of the scene just now. It is not uncommon for Xiao Chuqian to help him with his hands or even his mouth. He was forced to do the same thing for Xiao Chuqian before, but just now, it was not Xiao Chuqian who forced him. It was just a few times of bewitching words, and I stretched out my hand, even for the first time, carefully observed his expression when he was confused and infatuated with him, when he was panting and murmuring his name, that kind of expression in his heart The exploding emotions seemed to reunite in his chest again, oppressing his heart continuously, and he was almost indulging in that lingering weird emotion.

Xiao Chuqian had already put on his clothes, turned around and saw Ling Qiyou's self-avoiding annoyance, smiled, leaned down, and kissed him again on his already red and swollen lips, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty , it is impossible to conceive a second child with only hands."

Ling Qiyou squeezed his eyes even tighter, but because of this sentence, a thin layer of pink appeared on his face, maybe it was embarrassment, or maybe it was annoyance.

Xiao Chuqian doesn't need to remind him, he knows best in his heart that the reason why he indulges himself with Xiao Chuqian every day is just to get pregnant with the second one earlier, so as to relieve the medicine in his body, but today, the reason for this is obviously It's untenable, his body didn't respond, he didn't get drunk, he didn't get drunk, and losing his mind was no excuse, but he knew that Xiao Chuqian was injured and his actions wouldn't change, and he couldn't make it to the end, so he still accepted it Instead of his proposal, he changed another way.

... completely possessed by ghosts.

Knowing that Ling Qiyou must be unable to pass the test, Xiao Chuqian didn't say much, and there was a knock on the door: "General, you need to deal with the official documents sent from the barracks."

Xiao Chuqian got up and went to the door, opened one door, only received a private letter and came in, and ordered: "Send the rest to the study, I will deal with them later."

Ling Qiyou finally got out of the tortoise shell, propped up his body and half leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes fell on Xiao Chuqian's lap: "You...can you walk?"

Xiao Chuqian said indifferently: "It's just a flesh injury, not a muscle injury."

"Who wrote the letter in your hand?"

Xiao Chuqian glanced through it hastily, and threw it aside: "Military camp."

Even if he is injured, official documents are routinely handled, and the barracks will send them to him every day. As for this private letter... Although he has very few contacts in the Beijing North Barracks, he has a good way of conquering people's hearts. Before going up, the prestige of being Xiao Chuqian was still there, and it was only half a month, but he managed to get one or two cronies, and sent him a letter, roughly describing the situation in the camp in the past few days.

Seeing Ling Qiyou frowned slightly, Xiao Chuqian explained: "The assassination was not successful, and you have been standing still so that people can't see what's going on. I'm afraid Xu Chongqing can't sit still. He is in the army in private. I did contact a few people in the middle, and once you made the first move, they..."

"You are injured and still worry about these things?"

Seeing Ling Qiyou looking at him with some doubts, Xiao Chuqian walked back to the bed, stroked his face: "I said, I will help you relieve your worries."

Ling Qiyou evaded back without any trace, and looked away: "How do you know that the assassin is Uncle Guo?"

"Who else could it be?" Xiao Chuqian said, "Who else would want to kill me besides him?"

Ling Qiyou's act of reusing him obviously made Xu Chongqing panic, so he was forced to jump over the wall. If Ling Qiyou hadn't followed him that day, without his hidden guards, maybe he would have become The wronged soul fell under the sword... Xiao Chuqian secretly thought that he should be more cautious in the future, but he didn't know if the little emperor would feel sorry for him if he really died that day.

Hu Si thought about it for a while, Xiao Chuqian shook his head, threw away those inexplicable thoughts, and continued: "I walk alone every day, if I am really stabbed to death on the mountain road, no one can see me It is said that I met a bandit, anyway, it is a matter of death and no proof, except for me, the position of the commander-in-chief of the army camp, nine out of ten will have to fall back into his hands..."

"I have my own opinion on this matter," Ling Qiyou interrupted him: "Don't worry about it, just take care of your wounds."

Xiao Chuqian smiled, and suddenly sat down on the side of the bed again, leaning towards Ling Qiyou, looking straight into his eyes without blinking: "Your Majesty... are you worried about me?"

Ling Qiyou's eyeballs rolled around uncomfortably, and he picked up the little mantou who was sleeping soundly with one hand, and pinched his ass hard without any trace, the little mantou woke up with a start, crying loudly, his eyes dim with tears He looked at his father aggrievedly.

Ling Qiyou hugged him tightly, coaxing him patiently: "Be good, stop crying..."

Then he pouted at Xiao Chuqian again: "The prince is awake, go get someone to prepare food."

"..."

Xiao Chuqian was completely speechless, is there anyone like you who is a father?