The king and his political opponents are innocent!

As soon as the words fell, the two were startled at the same time, and then, the two hearts smiled wryly at the same time, because of what the other said.

King Rong looked out the window, the weather was warm and the air was clear, and the flowers and trees were sparse. He said: "At this time, the wild peach blossoms in the suburbs of the city should be in full bloom. It's boring to always be in Beijing. Why don't we go for a walk by the Yudai River?"

Gu Qinghou had nothing to do, nodded and said: "Okay."

King Rong was secretly happy.

He has a lot of preparations, the Miaoyin Pavilion is one, and the Yudai River is another.The two rode in a carriage to the river, and saw wild peach blossoms by the river like clouds and fog, and a slight breeze blew the thick fallen leaves all over the ground, flying like catkins overwhelmingly.There are many people under the tree, and if you look around, most of them are girls from respectable families in the middle of the capital, with emerald hair on the temples, jewels and jade, covering the round fan with their hands, and going out in spring in full dress, there are also young officials, plain clothes and Confucian shirts, wearing school caps , Indescribable romantic weather.

However, King Rong didn't go to the crowded place, and took Gu Qinghou to a higher place. It turned out that there was a mountain foot beside the Yudai River, just overlooking the peach forest and the river bank. There were also many wild peach trees at the foot of the mountain, and there were many flat white rocks .

King Rong ordered people to lay out thick stalls, set up wooden tables, and serve various snacks, tea and wine.Sitting on the ground with Gu Qinghou behind the curtain of the sky, sitting on the shore, immersed in the sea of ​​fragrance, quite Wei and Jin style.

Gu Qinghou looked down at the tourists in the sea of ​​flowers, relaxed his shoulder blades, and exhaled softly.When he was young, he was used to playing with these pleasures, but in the past few years, he has buried himself in the papers, and he has become a completely different and boring person.

Gu Qinghou looked into the distance, then retracted his gaze, and landed on the people around him.

It's like a fantasy, it's like a dream.

King Rong looked into the distance, but his mind was thinking of another matter.He turned his face, met Gu Qinghou's eyes, and immediately raised his wine glass, "You saved my life last time, and I haven't had time to thank you in the future."

Gu Qinghou also picked up the wine glass, "It's nothing, I owe you."

King Rong raised his glass and drank it, peeking at the person opposite him from the rim of the cup.

Seeing Gu Qinghou drank it all in one gulp, he was secretly happy.Today, on the one hand, he is shy, on the other hand, he is afraid that Gu Qinghou will weigh the pros and cons and refuse to spare the life of his pregnant king and grandson.Therefore, I came up with a crooked idea, planning to pour Gu Qinghou some wine, and beg him to do something while he was a little drunk.

Alcohol is on the rise, so it's better for him to show off his old feelings.

King Rong was apprehensive, like a thief, poured another glass of wine for Gu Qinghou.

He said: "For the second cup, I would like to thank you for sending many birthday presents yesterday."

Gu Qinghou played with the small cup in his hand with lowered eyes, and smiled faintly: "It's nothing." A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be some kind of pain, "I never thought that one day I would be able to celebrate your birthday."

King Rong stared at the wine glass in his hand and urged, "I will invite you every year from now on, please."

The two drank two glasses in a row, King Rong kept a close eye on Gu Qinghou's wine glass and expression, and told him how to arrange the wine tomorrow, which troupe to invite and other trivial matters.

Gu Qinghou's quarter of an hour wished to share it with many courtiers, and the courtiers almost wanted to break their heads in order to see him more and say one more sentence.

Now, he spends a lot of time listening to nonsense, and he can't help being bored, but his heart is also drunk.

Gu Qinghou didn't need to be urged, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip.King Rong was overjoyed, talking about unimportant things, and unconsciously raising his glass to drink.

Half an hour later, the jug bottomed out.

Gu Qinghou's usual murderous aura has long been thrown out of the sky, he is like the warm wind in late spring, gently staring at the people around him.

As for King Rong, his eyes were already blank, he held the jug in his arms with both hands, and insisted on pouring wine for Gu Qinghou, but Gu Qinghou couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to cover the wine glass, "I drank a lot."

When King Rong heard it, that would be impossible!He patted his thigh and called the servant to bring the piano.Today, he will try his best to arouse Gu Qinghou's old feelings!

Sure enough, as soon as the piano was brought, Gu Qinghou's eyes trembled slightly.

King Rong held Qin in his arms, his eyes were slack, and he raised a finger, "Brother Gu, do you still remember the Yunxi song?"

Gu Qinghou looked at him quietly, and slowly said: "Why don't you remember."

King Rong shook his head, put his hands on the strings, opened his misty eyes, and smiled at Gu Qinghou.He gently squeezed and twisted slowly, playing gurgling.

Gu Qinghou leaned on his knees and looked at him sideways, with that indescribable look in his eyes again.

King Rong didn't play a few times, his body tilted, and he almost fell to the ground.

Gu Qinghou rushed over to hold his arms.

King Rong supported the ground with one hand, looked up at Gu Qinghou, "Why is this big stone slab shaking."

When Gu Qinghou's fingers touched his soft skin, it felt like it was burning, and his back felt numb from his waist to his neck.He endured, tried his best to restrain himself, and said: "You are a little drunk."

When King Rong heard the word "drunk", he shook his head like a rattle, "Impossible, you haven't..."

He still had a little brain not soaked by alcohol, so he closed his mouth tightly when he said this.

He stretched out two fingers, gently pinched Gu Qinghou's sleeve, tilted his head and said to him humanely: "Come play, Yunxi Qu, you play it well!"

Unable to explain, he pushed the Qin to Gu Qinghou, he groped around, found his own wooden stick, put his face on it, hugged it with both hands, and smirked at him.

Gu Qinghou stared at him for a while, then raised his hand and played slowly.

Under the wild peach blossoms, beside the white rock, a young man in black shirt is playing the piano, and a young man in plain shirt is sitting nearby, squinting his eyes, leaning on his crutches and giggling.

Gu Qinghou's heart seemed to be scratched lightly by a kitten, drunk by the spring breeze, and also as if he had been raped. His whole body, from the internal organs to the skin, from the toes to the tips of the hair, felt weak and weak.

King Rong smirked, suddenly dropped his crutches, climbed up to his knees, stretched out a thin and white finger, and gently touched the strings.He raised his face to look at Gu Qinghou, his lips soaked in water lightly whispered as he spoke, "Why can't I play this note just now..."

Gu Qinghou's piano sound stopped abruptly.

The four eyes met, and the distance between the two was only two fists. Gu Qinghou's breathing was so heavy that it almost reached his cheek.

Gu Qinghou looked away, pressed down on the buzzing strings, "This song is difficult to play."

He moved the qin aside, swept away the non-existing folds of the robe, and said, "It's getting late, why don't we go back..."

King Rong was confused, but he still remembered the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He shook his head again and again, lay down on the thick blanket, and pulled Gu Qinghou's clothes, "Take a break, I'm dizzy."

Gu Qinghou had no choice but to lie down with him.

King Rong's dull mind was thinking, and he spoke slowly, throwing out an introduction, "Brother Gu, what do you want for your birthday?"

Gu Qinghou answered slowly: "I don't really want anything."

King Rong supported his head and looked at him, "Really?"

Gu Qinghou looked at him and said insincerely, "Really."

King Rong studied his expression carefully, laughed, thinking he was smart, "I don't believe it!"

After he finished laughing, he leaned over Gu Qinghou and whispered in a low voice: "You know, what do you want most for my birthday this year?"

I don't know if it was his hallucination, but the person under him seemed to stiffen instantly.

Gu Qinghou moved two points to the side, his elbows were hard in the dark, and he clenched the fluff of the thick blanket, he almost gritted his teeth and endured, "What do you want?"

King Rong pressed his face down, spraying warm breath into his ears, and whispered: "I..." He only said one word, and suddenly covered his face with his hands, "I'm too greedy, I don't have the face to say it."

He suddenly pulled back and rolled to the side, unexpectedly, he heard a "chick" from under him, his long tapered waist hook was wrapped around Gu Qinghou's silver-rimmed treasure-embedded waist buckle, and half of the waist was torn.

King Rong pulled out the waistband with his hand, Gu Qinghou stopped him with sweat on his forehead, "Don't pull it, the more you pull it, the tighter it is, let me do it."

The two were entangled by the waist, and they were very close. Gu Qinghou half-supported his body, lowered his head and untied him earnestly. When he moved slightly, King Rong was hooked by his waist and moved. Similarly, when King Rong moved slightly, he was also hooked. Move around.

His waist and abdomen were extremely tense, and there was fine sweat hidden in his hair. This was tantamount to the most tormenting disaster in this life.

He threw down the girdle in a collapse, and supported King Rong's arms with both hands, and the two stood up facing each other, but just as soon as they stood up straight, King Rong swayed back and was hooked back by the girdle, straightened up and slammed into his arms,

He had no time to think about it, and he put his arms around the person in his arms.

The tentacles are smooth and light sura clothes and the warm body hidden inside. His hands just wrap around the waist of the person in his arms, with smooth lines and even flesh and blood.The lower body of the person in the arms is unstable, and the lower part of the waist is slightly offset.

King Rong was slightly lower than him. When he saw him, he looked up timidly. At this moment, he revealed his true feelings like a ghost, "I know I'm greedy, but... can I beg you, hold your hand high, and spare the life of the king and grandson? I... ..."

He said in a strange way: "... Please, I will agree to whatever you ask me... Can you promise me..."

Gu Qinghou looked at the people below him, his mind was dizzy after drinking ten pots of wine, and the frantic heartbeat in his chest almost made him think he was sick.And the belly...

He pushed away King Rong violently, raised his hand and tore off the waistband that King Rong couldn't untie, with a "chi la"... Panting, his eyes fell on the thick blanket, and he said calmly: "My lord drank too much. "

King Rong was so excited that he became half awake. He pinched his forehead in pain, knowing that he had been rejected, and said with a wry smile, "I'm laughing."

When the two returned to the city, King Rong was so ashamed that he couldn't look up, and pretended to sleep all the way home.

When Gu Qinghou returned to the mansion, Uncle Huang followed behind him, his nagging filled the courtyard, "Second Uncle just came to see you, Master Li also sent someone to send an invitation card for his birthday next month..."

Gu Qinghou strode forward, reached out his hand in the study to stop him, "Never see, never go, never return! I'm tired, you all step back."

He closed the door, pulled off the cloak on his body and threw it away, put down the light curtain in the inner hall, and put down the green curtain on the bed, got into the darkest bed, leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and gasped of turbid breath.

In the dark, he took out half a torn piece of cloth from his bosom, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and slowly reached down with one hand...

The solid mahogany carved bed trembled slightly, and the figures in the green tent moved slightly.Gu Qinghou leaned on the leading pillow, half of his face was covered with a cloth strip, he turned his face sideways, and buried it in the cloth strip and the fluffy and soft leading pillow.

After everything was quiet, he fell powerlessly on the pillow, and lazily stretched out his hand to drag the clean cloth on the small table into the green tent. His heart was cold and indifferent, and he thought to himself: "Maybe, I'm crazy."

He was holding the dirty cloth in one hand and half a piece of cloth tightly in the other hand, his gaze was heavy.

After a while, he suddenly tore open the green tent, threw the dirty cloth under his feet vigorously, and shouted, "Come here! Come here!"

The author has something to say:

I advise you to watch it early tomorrow^_^——Although the author has done enough work, he is still afraid of being locked up