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Prime Minister Xi was much taller than Jiang Chi, and he easily wrapped him in his arms. His black hair hung down his shoulders, and the ends brushed the young man's cheeks, slightly itching like ripples.

The muscles of the little emperor's whole body seemed to be stiff. The porcelain-white and slender neck exposed from the neckline, and the black blood vessels were winding and winding, like the delicate outline of ink pen to the extreme.

The young man was really flustered, his pearly Adam's apple rolled from top to bottom, Xi Guanyue even seemed to hear the sound of quiet and weak blood gurgling under the skin in a trance.

Xi Guanyue's gaze fell like cold water from Jiang Chi's Adam's apple to the place where the young man had already put on his belt, and a lewd scene of the young man actively opening his thighs with tears at the end of his eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

Prime Minister Xi has always been obsessed with academics and not close to beauty, but he suddenly found that the little emperor he grew up with looked at him, as if he had become an adult overnight.

Even the corners of the eyes and the brows were filled with a thrilling and provocative spring, and just a small piece of frost-white skin exposed from the back of the collar was like spring medicine, which made people even breathe hot.

How can such a person be an emperor?

He deserves to be torn off from the high seat, thrown into the dust and mud, his wings are broken, and he is imprisoned on the bed and becomes a prison.

"Teacher..." The young man who didn't seem to know what kind of eyes he was being watched and coveted innocently turned his face to the side and met the man's gaze.

The pair of eyes soaked in a thin layer of blue had an innocent water color, looking straight into the man's dark eyes.

Xi Guanyue had lowered her head to explore the young man's absent-mindedness, but Jiang Chi suddenly turned her head, and the man's lips almost brushed against the young man's icy white cheeks.

This is really a very presumptuous thing.

If you defile the emperor, you should be dragged down and sentenced to death.

An old-fashioned person like Xi Guanyue would logically be terrified and feel that he deserves death, but the man just paused subtly, and put a hand on Jiang Chi's thin shoulder.

Jiang Chi was weak and sickly, his body was so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind, and the bones on his shoulders protruded thinly against the man's palm.

Still too skinny.

No matter how you raise it, you can't raise that golden and precious soft meat.

Xi Guanyue finally spoke slowly: "Your Majesty, I suffered a lot last night."

A look of shame and panic quickly appeared on the boy's face, and the peach-like powder spread from his neck to his ice-white earlobes, looking both attractive and pitiful.

"Teacher, there is really nothing I can do." The young man turned around, and the ink brush fell on the desk, and the crimson ink overflowed like a ray of light.

Those naturally affectionate eyes were covered with a thin layer of watery light, which made people's hearts go limp.

"If Gu doesn't do this, the uncle will definitely kill Gu." He is so thin, such a small ball, trembling in the embrace that is much wider than his own, like a baby who has left the nest and lost its parents. Birds, there is no other way but to sell themselves and attach themselves to others.

The Bixiao Palace murder happened a year before the Zichen Palace was changed. The stunning imperial concubine was found hanged on the beam of the house.

Zichen palace changed a month ago, the previous emperor died.

Since then, Jiang Chi has been completely alone. If Xi Guanyue and Jiang Yun hadn't been protecting him, he would have been gnawed to the bone.

But their asylum is not completely free.

As early as when the little emperor chose this path, he didn't have any power to choose.

Xi Guanyue is such a smart person, who can tell who left the mark on the boy's leg with just one glance.

A woman is determined not to leave such a ferocious and slutty trace.

Jiang Yun was originally an arrogant and unrestrained person, but now that he is in power, and there is a weak and beautiful little emperor on his lips, it's really strange that he doesn't take action.

He, Jiang Yun, has already started, so why can't he.

Xi Guanyue, who is full of sanctimonious nonsense, has decided to eat the fat that is tempted on his lips all day long, but he still makes a whole set of rhetoric in his mouth:

"The former emperor once placed great trust in this humble minister. Since it is His Majesty's business, I must do my best."

The boy seemed to hold back for too long.

He sat on the table full of memorials, the dragon robes were hanging down layer by layer, and the memorials were squeezed and pushed away. Even if a bright red color fell on the corner of the robe, the young man didn't care.

"Gu, the case of my mother and concubine has not been investigated yet, besides... there are still people who want to kill me..."

The boy's pupils dilated slightly because of fear, and his face turned pale, more like a scattered flower drifting in the wind, even the petals were forcibly crushed to ooze juice.

"Teacher, it is impossible for my mother and concubine to commit suicide."

"Someone wants me to follow in the footsteps of my concubine."

Jiang Chi's biological mother, the imperial concubine Zhou who favored the harem back then, had no one in the harem to rival her. The first queen died early. If the first emperor didn't pass away suddenly, she should have been crowned queen a few days later.

How could Concubine Zhou hang herself suddenly when she was only one step away from the position of queen?

The little emperor seemed to be too nervous, and he looked like he was going to collapse at any time. He hugged Xi Guanyue's neck, his voice choked up:

"Teacher, please, help me."

Xi Guanyue didn't push him away.

It feels really good to be so dependent on the little emperor.

So good that the man's fingertips trembled unconsciously from Jiang Chi's touch.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty." He suppressed his hoarse voice, "I won't let any Xiao Xiao take advantage of it."

He paused, and finally made the most reassuring promise for the young man:

"My minister will definitely not let King Liang's scheme succeed."

After receiving these words from Xi Guanyue, the young man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes finally relaxed. He raised the corners of his eyes, and his water-red lips opened and closed, revealing a little beige white teeth:

"That Gu, thank you so much, Teacher."

Xi Guanyue's fingers touched the young man's soft lips, and there seemed to be cold snow on his eyebrows: "Your Majesty is wrong."

Jiang Chi was a little confused: "Huh?"

"Your Majesty's Ninth Five-Year Honor, the world should belong to His Majesty. As the master of the world, why should I thank my humble ministers?"

Jiang Chi's face paled: "Gu, Gu knows."

"Your Majesty always can't remember, you should be punished." Xi Guanyue's fingers turned into iron pincers to pinch the sharp chin of the young man, forcing the young man to lift his face.

The young man's eyes were full of innocent and frivolous charm, he slowly looked at the man's dark eyes, and smiled with parted corners of his lips.

"I am willing to be punished."

……

The vermilion pen originally used by the emperor to correct the memorials was re-twisted with scarlet ink. The soft tip of the pen brushed the young man's frosty white thin but soft flesh, leaving a silver hook and iron stroke.

Xi Guanyue is quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting, and the strokes of her brushes all have a human-like sharp bone sense. One stroke by one stroke is entangled on the boy's bullying skin that rises and falls with her breathing, and the scarlet color suddenly turns into a bright color. The cage imprisoned the fragile and erratic soul of the young man under the scarlet pen.

Jiang Chi still seemed a little terrified. He was in poor health and couldn't sit still. He could only lie in Xi Guanyue's arms like a snake whose bones had been removed.

The dragon robes representing majesty and imperial power were squeezed under the body layer by layer, making it more and more like peeling off the cocoon clothes and being forced to reveal the most fragile white inner part.

Jiang Chi breathed with a trembling of being overwhelmed, and the protruding butterfly bones on the snow-white and smooth shoulders almost fluttered with his breath.

Xi Guanyue took special care of his round bones, sealed the fluttering wings of the butterfly with red ink, and painted a clear and beautiful rose.

Jiang Chi didn't know what was going on behind him.

He pressed his forehead against the man's neck, closed his eyes, and felt the moistness and slight itchiness brought by the pen tip.

His body seemed to be getting more and more useless.

Just being exposed to the air for a while, he couldn't help shivering.

Is it because the summer is over?

Maybe before someone comes to assassinate him, his body won't be able to hold on.

Jiang Chi thought regretfully, he had planted a few plum blossoms in Guanju Palace, which must look beautiful in winter.

Xi Guanyue deserved to be the No. [-] scholar in the palace examination that year, with one arm around the little emperor, the other hand still had plenty of room to draw strokes.

Soon the painting on the boy's thin shoulders took shape.

A snake with scales as sharp as a blade, winding from the boy's soft, steaming belly to the snow-white back, opened its mouth and bit the bright roses that sprouted from the shoulder blades.

Snake, with flowers.

Xi Guanyue's eyes were deep, and she couldn't help rolling the Adam's apple on her neck.

Forced to leave such a pornographic painting on his body, the little emperor was quite obedient, but he closed his eyes and trembled slightly, the cinnabar snakes and flowers on his body came alive with his breathing and trembling, beautiful amazing.

Even the most famous oiran dancer, think about it, there is no such a beautiful scene in the world.

Xi Guanyue still refused to let him go, so she brought two bronze mirrors and forced the little emperor to open those foggy blue eyes to see what a stunning scene was behind him.

Jiang Chi just glanced at the man in the mirror vaguely, then leaned against the man's arms as if he couldn't bear it, his eyelids turned red with shame.

He should be an unattainable cloud in the sky, the ice and snow on the top of the mountain that has never melted for thousands of years, instead of being dragged into the muddy world of mortals and stained with mud that does not belong to him like now.

If the imperial concubine who loves her child like an eyeball knows that her child has turned into a little bird imprisoned in the palm of her hand, she will probably be so angry that she will come to life.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid." Xi Guanyue kissed the boy's eyes, feeling the wet eyelashes tremblingly leaving water stains on her lips.

"This humble minister will not disappoint His Majesty."

The young man let him move wearily, and let out a muffled "um" from his nasal cavity.

System: "This will allow him to fight the emperor's uncle?"

Fox: "Well."

System: "Scheming human beings."

Fox: "I'm a fox!"

System: "I mean these two bastards!"