Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Mid-Autumn Festival, sunny night, forbidden palace.

At night, the weather gets a little cooler.

From a distance, the dreamlike sound of harp music floating in the depths of the Forbidden Palace with bright spots of light can already be heard. Under the vermilion palace wall, two rows of ladies dressed in moon-blue veils floated into the world like a row of flashing butterflies holding lanterns. The most flashy and beautiful place.

The new little palace maid Zhihe followed at the end of the line with her head down. After all, she was still a child at heart. She was attracted by the luxury and luxury surrounding her. She forgot everything her aunt had said before, and carefully raised her eyes.

In the past, it took dozens of weavers a year to weave a foot of gorgeous silk, which was like crumpled water flowing on the ground, and the stunning dancers from the Western Regions stood barefoot on the lotus platform with beautiful music. There is a dance in the middle, and the golden bells on the waist and ankles make a lingling sound as they rotate.

Zhihe was born in a small family, and had never seen such an extravagant and extravagant scene before entering the palace. The lacquer tray slid to the ground with a crisp "click".

It was obviously just the most insignificant sound in the excitement of the palace, but the whole palace suddenly fell silent.

Zhihe panicked.

The previous words of the aunt in charge suddenly reappeared in Zhihe's mind. Her family has some friendship with her aunt. Thinking of this friendship, the aunt once whispered something in her ear: "Your Majesty is still young, and he was pampered since childhood. Beating and killing palace people is a common occurrence, and you must be cautious when the emperor is doing things right now."

Zhihe has never blamed himself for his carelessness for a moment, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed, letting his forehead bruise and bruise on the white jade floor:

"This is the first time this servant has come, and I beg His Majesty to show mercy!"

Today's His Majesty is the youngest child under the former emperor's knees. When the palace changed, several princes fought each other, and in the end only this one child who was only a child was left and took the throne for nothing.

Even now, the little emperor will only reach the age of adulthood.

Zhihe didn't expect that he would die within a few days after entering the palace, so he couldn't help knocking harder, and only hoped that the rumored violent little emperor would be in a good mood and let him go.

The slender music also disappeared, and not even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard in the brightly lit and gorgeous palace.

Blood mixed with cold sweat slid down the bridge of Zhihe's nose.

The deadly silence passed for half a stick of incense, and the supreme person who represented the supreme finally spoke slowly:

"Put your face up."

Unexpectedly, the little emperor's voice was quite nice, with a bit of drunk laziness, like a begonia that had been rubbed open in the middle of the night, with a hint of interest in it.

Zhihe raised her face tremblingly, and her eyes inevitably met with the boy in a plain shirt that was loosely draped.

The little girl felt her mind explode with a bang, and for a moment her mind was blank, and she could hardly tell what night it was.

Why, how could there be such a beautiful person.

It seemed that all the beauties and jewels in the house were fading in an instant, but the young man who was lazily leaning on the high seat domineeringly occupied all eyes, causing people's desires to suddenly arise and demons to arise.

"It's such a pity to get knocked on the face of such a beautiful little girl." The little emperor was carrying a silver jug ​​with a long mouth. His long black hair slid down his shoulders like a waterfall, making his complexion fairer and his eyebrows more colorful. .

He is obviously the emperor, but he is wearing that indistinct gorgeous silk dress, which makes him look like a concubine in this palace.

The little emperor smiled faintly, he was really drunk, a gorgeous blush appeared on his icy white cheeks, like a blooming double-petaled crabapple.

The crimson lips are slightly opened, and the breath exhaled is fragrant:

"It's just a plate of pastries. I don't have any appetite. Let's go down."

The little emperor opened his mouth mercifully, Zhihe breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Since Your Majesty has already said it, why don't you hurry up and get out of here." A man's deep and indifferent voice came from behind, different from the young man on the high seat, just hearing the voice of the person behind him made him feel like he was drowning in midsummer A basin of cold water.

Zhihe whispered yes, but when he lowered his head and stepped back, he caught a glimpse of the black robe with a silver border embroidered with a dark four-clawed dragon that was raised with his steps.

It turned out to be the real ruler of the dynasty, the king of Liang Jiang Yun, the regent with one man under one man and over ten thousand men.

"Uncle, why are you here when you are free?"

The little emperor propped his soft cheeks on one white wrist, and stared at this imposing uninvited guest with drunken eyes and dark eyes.

As soon as he came, the dancers in cool clothes and the musicians holding musical instruments fell silent even more, and retreated silently, and the absurd and extravagant palace became deserted in an instant.

Zhihe had also vaguely heard about the relationship between the regent king and the little emperor. As an uncle and nephew, Liang Wang, who was only a young man back then, almost single-handedly supported the little emperor so that he would not get out of the high dragon chair. Pulled down by caring people.

Such a beautiful person, if he falls from the throne, he will only be pushed into the bed and become a plaything that can only be tossed and turned under men.

Zhihe was taken aback by the dark thoughts that suddenly came to him, that is the most honorable person in the world, how could he have such disrespectful thoughts.

It's just that he raised his eyes in a strange way, and finally took a look into the palace.

Through the layers of veils, the tall and mighty King Regent squatted down, half kneeling silently like a submissive wolf king under the young man, with one hand easily grasping the young man's bare snow-white soles.

Zhihe hated her good eyes for the first time, the man's fingers clearly caressed the boy's sunken arches carefully, watching the boy curl up his pink toes like flower buds slightly because he couldn't help the itching.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a pure uncle-nephew relationship.

The heavy palace door was completely closed, concealing the delicate fragrance floating in the room.

"Why don't you wear shoes, you'll catch a cold." Jiang Yun held the young boy's tender and silky soles, and kissed the boy's instep with his pair of phoenix eyes that concealed evil spirits with an uncontrollable desire to possess.

Jiang Chi frowned and giggled, he was a bit indulgent today, the gurgling liquor dripping from the wine jug inlaid with silver ruby ​​wetted the thin gown on his body, outlining the slender figure of the young man The body shape also set off the icy white skin looming, making it even more attractive.

Jiang Yun's Adam's apple rolled, and he almost wanted to push him into the dragon couch and devour the bones and skin.

"Don't drink it."

The regent wanted to snatch the wine jug from the young man's hand, but Jiang Chi stepped back and took the last sip of the wine from the long mouth of the jug.

"Why do you care about me?"

With a childish and provocative provocation between the young man's eyebrows and eyes, his snow-white soles stepped directly on the man's cold robe, and his toes deliberately crushed the man's hotter ball.

His limbs are too slender to be grasped, and he wants to wrap golden locks and bells around those slender ankles, so that he can really become a canary in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Yun's eyes were deeper, almost burnt into an impenetrable blackness, he slightly parted the corners of his lips, obviously doing such dirty things, but his tone of voice was really like an elder teaching a disobedient junior:

"Your Majesty hasn't seen you for a few days, but his stature is still so frail, but his temper has grown."

Jiang Chi couldn't stand his putting on airs like this, his earlobe was pinched and played wantonly, and he called the system sadly in his heart: "I can't pretend anymore."

The regent's methods are really perverted.

He has only been here for a few days, and he has already experienced enough of the endless intimidation methods of this bastard who is a few years older than himself.He is just a puppet with the title of emperor, and he will inevitably be shorter when facing Jiang Yun. This person also seems to be against him, and he has to control everything.

From clothing to food, everything has to be seen by him before being sent to the palace.If things go wrong, they will be arrested to see what the miserable end will be for those who disobey discipline. They must be frightened until they turn pale and can only snuggle up in the arms of men.

Jiang Chi managed to get a powerful identity card, but ended up feeling more aggrieved than anyone else.

When facing Jiang Yun, although he didn't have the guts to resist him, he was unwilling to show any good looks.

Jiang Chi remained silent and did not speak, and the man was not annoyed, anyway, there were only him and Jiang Chi in the palace, so he simply hugged the little emperor into his arms, forcing him to sit between his legs.

"The maid's carelessness just now is prone to accidents in the future, so it's better to deal with it, huh?"

He bit Jiang Chi's icy white earlobe, and his teeth nibbled on the boy's overly sensitive soft flesh.

Jiang Chi curled up his hands and feet, trembling in the man's arms, like a little rabbit with wet fur.

"No." Jiang Chi tried his best to suppress the sobs in his throat. He was raised by the imperial concubine as if he was an eyeball since he was a child. He was raised with delicate skin and flesh, but he was very timid. stunner.

The imperial concubine loves her son like her life, but she spoils her too much, turning him into a complete waste. If he is an idle prince, it's okay to say, but if he becomes the emperor who attracts everyone's attention, everything can't be controlled by him.

"Xiao Chi... like him?" The man's tone was dangerous.

Jiang Chi paused. This person's temper is unpredictable, and he likes to find excuses to punish him from his sentences.The drunk teenager rubbed his head against the man's neck in a dazed state, his voice muffled:

"No, I'm the only emperor uncle, but I don't want the palace to be stained with blood, it's unlucky." He rubbed against the man coquettishly, and the embroidered patterns on the black robe messed up the silk on the boy's body.

His skin and flesh are also extraordinarily delicate, and even a slight rub will leave messy and bright red marks.

Jiang Yun seemed to be deep, and he was very useful to this clumsy routine, and sighed helplessly: "Then it's up to you."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief calmly, but suddenly felt a bit of blood rushing up from his throat, and a dull pain in his chest, forcing him to tighten his chest and gasp for breath with difficulty.

The man let the boy who suddenly fell ill fall into his arms, took out a pill from his cuff and stuffed it into the boy's mouth in a low voice, and comforted him in a low voice: "Have you got sick again?"

Jiang Chi was panting uncomfortably, lying in Jiang Yun's arms gasping in pain, his cheeks were flushed with pink, and his eyes were so bright that his heart softened.

The little fox frowned: "I don't think it's fair."

System: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Chi choked and choked: "It's all made up of sick and weak people, why am I so weak?"

System: "Probably... the plot needs it."