The king and his political opponents are innocent!

Rong Wang stood stupidly and let him hug him. The skin of the person hugging him was hot, his breath was hot, and the heart in his chest was beating fast and urgently.

The meridians of his arms that held him were almost protruding, holding his body tightly. After a while, he let go of his arms and looked King Rong up and down. After a while, as if he had vented his anger, he relaxed his shoulders and pulled him up. hand, put it to his lips and kissed lightly, "Fortunately, you are fine."

Only now did King Rong know about what happened just now, and Lu Tong had already closed the door tightly.

King Rong looked at the person who kissed him, and said softly, "Blood..."

Gu Qinghou opened his eyes, his kissing hand, the snow-white skin was covered with bright red blood.

He was almost suffocated, and pulled up King Rong, "Where are you hurt!"

King Rong looked at him and said softly, "...it's your blood."

"..."

Gu Qinghou bowed his head, his hand was cut by something at some point, and blood was flowing from his chest.

He felt relieved, and met King Shangrong's eyes.

King Rong looked at him for a while, then said: "Go to my room, I will bandage you."

Is the dead person Zhong Yong? Why did you rush here suddenly?If there is a minute and a half to go, is it me who is lying on the ground now?

King Rong didn't bother to ask these questions at all.

His heart was in a mess, turbulent, surging, and he had no clue.

He personally took the medicine from the medicine box. The medicine bottles were slender and tightly packed. When he took them out, he shook his hands slightly, making continuous fine crashing sounds.

He bent down, half-kneeled in front of Gu Qinghou, sprinkled the powder on the bloody part of his hand, his hand was stiff, the powder could not be sprinkled out, or half of the bottle was spilled.

He couldn't bear it anymore, closed the medicine bottle and threw it into the medicine box.

Gu Qinghou stood up suspiciously, walked behind him, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

King Rong paused for a while, then turned around with a different expression.

He stared at Gu Qinghou, and said: "I have a question, I've always wanted to ask you, but I haven't asked it several times."

Gu Qinghou was stunned for a while, feeling that something was wrong.

King Rong's lower lip trembled due to tension, and he asked persistently: "...Don't you only love women, why did you do that with me? Why did you do this to me..."

so concerned?so nervous?So hard to maintain?

King Rong couldn't think of words, none of which could describe it, "...so kind to me?"

Gu Qinghou was silent.

Seeing that he was silent, King Rong opened a big box before he could speak, and threw out all the antique treasures inside.

Gu Qinghou didn't know what he was going to do.

I saw him turn around, holding a scroll in his hand.The lips were completely white, and the hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.

He held up the scroll and asked him, "Do you know what this is?"

Gu Qinghou looked at him and shook his head naturally.

King Rong said: "This is the naked back picture that the artist drew for you before you left."

Gu Qinghou suddenly remembered that.

King Rong stared at him nervously, his throat was extremely dry and tight, "Do you know what I use him for?"

Gu Qinghou paused, then shook his head again.

King Rong swallowed, and said two words softly, "Self-blasphemy."

The sky seemed to explode, and Gu Qinghou stood still.There was no sound for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't respond, King Rong bit his lip, and simply smashed the jar, and put the scroll in his hand down to the bottom in a desperate attempt—

It was the one that Prince Rong accidentally dropped in front of many eyeliners in the palace when he just returned to the capital, and hurriedly took it back.

At that time, Gu Qinghou didn't take it seriously, just laughed it off, but now everything comes to him.

He was dazed for a while, grabbed the painting in King Rong's hand, and threw it aside.

King Rong looked at the thrown painting, and the surprise hadn't disappeared from his eyes. Suddenly, he was hugged deeply in his arms again.

Gu Qinghou's chest murmured, shaking his chest through his clothes, and said: "Let me answer your first question first."

He turned his face, kissed King Rong's soft lips obsessively, sucked fluidly, snatched passionately, mixed with a vague soft voice: "Because I like doing that thing with you... I also... like you."

King Rong was pressed against the back of his head, his eyes slightly widened.

Soft and sensitive, the rubbing between the lips is inseparable for a long time, and occasionally there is crystal fluid when they are separated.He murmured in the crevice between licking and licking, "I wanted to do that with you a long time ago, I couldn't stand it..."

……

King Rong lay weakly on the couch, hugged his head that was being grinded on the lapel of his clothes, supported his forehead, and laughed, "I'm so stupid."

His face was buried in his clothes, and he laughed muffled, "Aren't I stupid?"

He raised his head and looked at King Rong, "I have missed you for so many years."

The picture of the bare back on the ground was quietly displayed.

In the winter of that year, Emperor Mu Yan was seriously ill, and there were often riots in places, and the whole country was in turmoil.King Rong is restless, often in a daze, and often jokes with the people in the mansion, if one day the backyard breaks up, what can you do for a living?Where do we go from here?Sometimes he asked about Gu Qinghou's head, but Gu Qinghou smiled slightly and didn't answer him.After too many times, King Rong stopped asking.

One day, he suddenly recruited a painter and asked him to paint with the beauties in the mansion, one for each.The painter is a veteran of Fengyue, and he is well versed in this way. When he arrived at Gu Qinghou, as usual, he asked Gu Qinghou to make an appropriate posture in front of King Rong.

When Gu Qinghou heard that he was asked to half take off his clothes, but still in front of King Rong, his face turned red instantly.He stood up abruptly, about to get angry, but suddenly stopped, he didn't know what to think, and he held back and sat down again.

He glanced at King Rong, and according to what the painter said, he leaned his back under the plum tree and took off a little of his clothes.

King Rong's eyes drifted over, met Gu Qinghou's eyes, but immediately drifted away.

Gu Qinghou also withdrew his gaze, holding the skirt of his clothes tightly with his hands, and there was a kind of indifferent willingness in his eyes.

That night, he undressed in front of the mirror and looked at his bare skin. For some reason, a void of remorse surged in his heart, a sense of helplessness that hurt him.I hated myself for a while.

He drew the soft sword at his waist and drew it backwards regardless.

That winter was approaching, Emperor Mu Yan was so sick that he couldn't get up, his elder sister finally secretly sent someone to pick him up from Prince Rong's mansion, and sent him to escape the capital.The people who picked him up inadvertently found that he had more than a dozen scars from the beatings on his body, and they were very surprised, but he only covered up his clothes and didn't allow them to speak out.

He fell asleep on the carriage, and he could hear the people who picked him up whispering, this thing must be done by King Rong, the first person to kill the Heavenly Family, King Rong...

He closed his eyes indifferently, only feeling weak and powerless all over his body, without any desire to distinguish.

Gu Qinghou hugged King Rong, and looked away from the picture of the naked back.

He thought, that's great, fortunately.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Tong whispered from outside the door, "My lord, my lord."

King Rong carefully pushed the person on him aside, covered his clothes, and got up lightly.Opening the door a crack, facing the deer boy, he tried his best to hold back the embarrassment in his heart, lowered his voice, so as not to disturb the people on the couch, and said: "What's the matter?"

Lu Tong smiled and said, "My lord, you made such a big commotion when you returned home last night. Dali Temple came, but I and the people from Gu Guojiu's house blocked me back. Didn't I give you credit for coming here as soon as possible?"

King Rong's face turned red, but he knew that this was not his serious words, "Don't mess around, what's the matter?"

Lu Tong said: "You go and have a look, Mr. Chen is waiting for you in the hall!"

King Rong was puzzled: "What's the matter, Mr. Chen?"

Lutong glanced in, coughed, and said, "It seems to be to mediate between you and the Gu family."

King Rong was taken aback for a moment, and his face turned even redder.Looking into the inner hall, behind the hanging curtain, the head of the Gu family was lying on his couch, sleeping soundly.

He supported his forehead and said softly: "Wait a moment."

He quickly went back to the inner hall, Gu Qinghou was extremely tired last night, unable to wake up at all, lying on the pillow, revealing a smooth back.

King Rong tilted his head to look at him, and pulled off the thin quilt to cover his bare skin.Then he left in a hurry.

In the inner hall, Mr. Chen is a slow talker, with a lot of foreshadowing. It took a long time for Xu Xu to finally get to the point. The general idea is that the situation is stronger than others. It is necessary for the princes and grandchildren to hold back and make peace with the Gu family. King Rong, don’t worry about Gu Sanye Hanyuan Palace Swinging a whip offends the above.He also advised Gu's mansion to stop making fuss about whether King Jing rode a horse in the street.

Boss Chen is a veritable and gentle veteran, but this time he is really doing it for the good of the princes and grandchildren-they can't take advantage of it.

King Rong picked his fingers with his hands hidden in his sleeves, and he was very ashamed to hear Master Chen's persuasion, he was really guilty and embarrassed.

He stopped Mr. Chen from talking, and said: "Don't worry, my lord, I understand everything you said, and I will just do what you want."

Mr. Chen's eyes lit up, and the fierce resistance he had imagined did not happen at all, and he said happily: "My lord, is it true? Then the old man will not treat himself as an outsider, and the old man will use the pretext of admiring flowers tomorrow to prepare some thin wine at home." , when the time comes, I will invite the prince and several grandsons to patronize me, it's nothing, just meet the Gu family, have a drink, and settle this matter."

King Rong had nothing to do, so he restrained himself and sent Master Chen away.

When he returned to the courtyard, Gu Qinghou had woken up, put on obscene clothes, leaned on the couch, saw him, and patted the couch beside him.

King Rong pursed his lips and looked at him, then suddenly took off his coat, kicked off his official boots, threw himself on him, hugged his waist and refused to let go.

In the courtyard, wicker swings in the wind, and birds sing in the treetops.

Through the window, I can only feel the gentleness and tranquility outside.The outside of the house is fine, but the people inside still don't want to go out.

This is the hometown of gentleness.

King Rong thought so, smiled slightly, pointed his fingers at his chest, and repeated Master Chen's words just now.

Gu Qinghou sighed, and said: "Then I got up, I'm afraid he will go to my house immediately."

King Rong held his hand without letting go, and whispered: "Not necessarily, he still has to go to King An and Ding Wang..."

Gu Qinghou touched his hand, smiled, and said in a low voice: "I still have to go to Dali Temple. Someone died in the street yesterday. Although it involves you and me, Dali Temple must not dare to say anything, but I still want to go to Dali Temple." Go and dispose of it and put it away. Be good..."

He looked sideways at the top of the hair and forehead of the person in his arms, looked at it for a moment, and kissed it lightly.

King Rong closed his eyes, raised his face slightly intoxicated, and then slowly stepped aside to make him stand up.

He leaned on Gu Qinghou's pillow just now, watching Gu Qinghou stand on the ground and put on his clothes.

The two looked at each other, Gu Qinghou was putting on the sleeves of his coat, he paused, his arms slid into the sleeves, ignoring the tie, he leaned down and kissed his lips.

After a long time, the two separated, and Gu Qinghou jokingly said, "See you tomorrow at the "Reconciliation Banquet" in the Chen Mansion."