The beginning is the new age of grace

The well-behaved Yuehua sat quietly, but actually gave birth to a trace of melancholy of "thinking, hating, and hating until I return". I can't see Cixiu, and I am worried.

"Hey..." The usually eccentric man sighed worriedly, peeked at the little palace lady several times in a row, and swallowed the words again.

The little maid is also suffering in her heart. When the emperor left Nanyuan in the cold, Yuehua, the little ancestor, was difficult to serve. Now that she is favored, she is even more expensive. She is afraid of being thirsty, hungry, knocked, or touched. .

With a look of "he has something on his mind, please take care of him", waiting for the little maid to ask him, but how dare the little maid, dare not even mention the lychee on the table, let alone the whereabouts of the emperor.

Yuehua couldn't sit still when she repeatedly hinted that the little maids would ignore her, "Sister..."

The sound of "Sister followed" was like a reminder, the little maid shuddered, and hurriedly interrupted before him, "My lord, I will give you a cup of tea instead."

She wailed secretly in her heart, when will the emperor arrive, she will soon be unable to continue acting.

If they wanted to be emperors or painters during the day, but they came secretly at night, they had to pretend to be deaf and dumb as slaves. It was difficult to survive in this palace just because of their ability to serve people.

There is only one person in the room, Yuehua, he drooped his shoulders in frustration, touched here and there with his little hands, and suddenly noticed the lychee on the table.

The hard shell was still piercing, Yuehua rolled the litchi with her fingertips, "Hey..."

As soon as Jiang Zhan stepped over the gate, he heard Yuehua's resentful tone, wondering what to do, and happened to watch Yuehua holding the lychee in a daze.

Yuehua wandered to the horizon, but didn't notice that there was another person in the room.

Jiang Zhan tiptoed to stand behind him, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

Yuehua trembled, turned back and stared at him, she was worried for him, and he was threatening others, Yuehua said coquettishly, "Where did you go?"

Dare to inquire about the emperor's whereabouts, Yuehua is also No.1, Jiang Zhan smiled instead of anger, leaned over with a chair, did not answer Yuehua's question, but said, "Have you tasted it?"

Yuehua's back warmed up, and Jiang Zhan held him in his arms. His arms passed through Yuehua's armpit, covering his hand. Yuehua's eyes fell on the lychee in his hand, "Can I eat it?"

The aunt in charge usually doesn't let him steal his mouth. After the meal time, it is difficult to eat snacks. Greedy is greedy, but he has never seen this thing in his hand. After Cixiu reminded him, Yuehua can see more I took a few glances.

"Huh?" Jiang Zhan was about to break his hand away.

Unexpectedly, Yuehua moved extremely fast, and stuffed the whole lychee with shells into his mouth. Before he could react, Jiang Zhan grabbed Yuehua's jaw in fright, and said slightly angrily, "Yuehua!"

The little thing still puffed out its cheeks, and turned its head to wink at him.

Jiang Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he squeezed Yuehua's cheeks hard, and took out the wet lychee, "You..."

Before the future could get angry, Yuehua stuck out her tongue and let out a breath. On the nipples in her mouth, there were red marks scraped by lychee shells, "Bitter..."

An ancient poem says, "The world of mortals rides the concubine to laugh." Jiang Zhan wanted to make Yuehua happy, but he never thought that he was a little bumpkin with little knowledge.

Jiang Zhan had no choice but to be patient and willing to serve Yuehua. He opened the lychee shell, revealing the crystal white and tender flesh, and put it on Yuehua's mouth.

Seeing that Yuehua's eyeballs could hardly move away, he pinched the fruit shell with a little force, and Jiang Zhan motioned him to eat it.

Yuehua stretched out her pink tongue and licked it, tasted the sweetness before taking small bites.

The lychee is sweet and juicy, the juice overflows along the husk, and flows to Jiang Zhan's fingertips, Yuehua's tongue chases it, licks around the fingertips to the base of the fingers, puts it into the mouth, and sucks gently.

There was a slightly hot feeling from the fingertips, and Yuehua's mouth was wet/soft, a little softer than the lychee meat.

Jiang Zhan looked at Yuehua calmly, lowered his eyes, and looked focused. It's not that no one taught him, isn't this very good at pleasing people?Every frown and smile, every movement and stillness, makes people lose half of their body.

The more passive you are, the more greedy you are in your heart. Jiang Zhan can't help but move his fingers, rubbing his fingertips on Yuehua's tongue. The naughty tongue like Yuehua is slippery, and Jiang Zhan wants to hold it in his hands. , fingers subconsciously go deeper.

After a while, hearing Yuehua's dissatisfied humming, the tip of her teeth bit Jiang Zhan's finger, and she let go when she had vented enough, "You...why are you so bad!"

Dare to bite, the villain will complain first, Jiang Zhan moved closer, his lips almost touched Yuehua's earlobe, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why am I so bad?"

Yuehua couldn't answer, the ear was wet and numb, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to scratch, but Jiang Zhan grabbed his wrist, he stammered, "You make me uncomfortable..."

Delicate, this is uncomfortable, Jiang Zhan took his chin and deliberately pressed it on his shoulder, his hand was wet, besides the juice, there was also Yuehua's saliva, "Do you still want to eat?"

It was an unforgivable crime, dared to let the emperor serve in person, Yuehua didn't know what Jiang Zhan was thinking, she still thought about the litchi, nodded, and ate the rest in one gulp.

Jiang Zhan spread his palms and said, "Spit out the core."

Xiaolang's hooves didn't come out at all, he really vomited into the palm of his hand, and even turned his head and smiled at him.If someone saw this, a hundred lives would not be enough for him to squander.

Serving Yuehua obediently, Jiang Zhan was both proud and unwilling. It was Yuehua who pretended to be a fool with him.

Acting coquettishly is easy to catch, Jiang Zhan thought angrily, it's lawless, too squeamish, he should be taught.

The two of them pressed each other tightly, Yuehua was uncomfortably bound, twisted her body, and said, "Draw me a portrait."

Instigated the emperor to commit crimes, Jiang Zhan gave him a firm hug before letting him go, and called people in to wash his hands with clean water. He was thinking that he must take away the finished painting this time. With Yuehua's habit, the two of them painted until the year of the monkey. Couldn't finish one.

I heard Yuehua yell again, "Draw this."

The clothes in the portrait are disheveled, and the fragrant shoulders are half exposed. Jiang Zhan washed the juice from his hands, raised his eyebrows, pulled off Yuehua's belt, and pointed to the button of his neckline, "Then you untie it yourself."

Between the beds, the concubines in the harem were all reserved and dignified, not daring to overstep their limits, there were very few of them as bold and simple as Yuehua, Jiang Zhan looked at him calmly.

Yuehua lowered her head and stared intently at the neckline, her pale fingers ravaged the button, the button seemed to be trying to compete with him on purpose, and she couldn't get it open no matter what.

Seeing a thin layer of sweat on Yuehua's forehead, she raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Zhan flatteringly.

Jiang Zhan sighed secretly, he was an ancestor, he put his finger on Yuehua's chest, and let him untie it resignedly.

It was Yuehua who clamored for a portrait, but it was also Yuehua who couldn't be quiet for a moment. Jiang Zhan was a few steps away from him, and he had already dawdled and lost his temper.

He hummed, "Cixiu..." He raised his slender arms, his sleeves slipped off, and he could see the white skin, his little hands scratched in the air, but he didn't get a response from Dao Cixiu, so he continued, "Cixiu..."

Calling the soul, Jiang Zhan's soul was about to disperse, so he had no choice but to walk towards Yuehua. Make a fuss to read to him.

Picking out an idle book, Jiang Zhan spread the booklet on his lap, Yuehua leaned forward to read it with his hands on his head.

Jiang Zhan tapped on the booklet with his fingertips, "Nian Nian."

Seeing Yuehua read the booklet upside down, she frowned slightly, and faltered for a while, "Mmmm..."

"Don't know him?" Jiang Zhan looked at his pretentious manner.

Yuehua shook her head, "I don't know."

The corner of the mouth pulled out an arc abruptly. If you really can't expect too much from this little hoof, Jiang Zhan said again, "How many characters do you know? Can you write your own name?"

"Yuehua!" Yuehua kicked her feet excitedly, "Yes."

Jiang Zhan threw the booklet away, and walked towards the desk with the person in his arms, "I'll read it later, and write it for me."

Yuehua held the pen tightly in the palm of her hand, and stiffly wrote "Yuehua" in an arc, waiting for Jiang Zhan to praise him.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Zhan pinched his cheek and asked with hatred.

Yuehua knew she was shy, so she let go of her pen and rubbed it against Jiang Zhan's arms.

Handwriting is particular about type, and Yuehua doesn't even have the right posture, so she has to start from scratch.

Holding Yuehua's finger, put the pen between the middle finger and the ring finger, "Squeeze well, and you will be punished if you move around."

Yuehua was most afraid of being punished, and when she heard this word, she shrank her neck and wanted to escape. She looked at Jiang Zhan pitifully, and asked Jiang Zhan to spare him. Can the two play something else.

Jiang Zhan turned a blind eye, put his big hand on the back of Yuehua's hand, and with a slight force on his wrist, taught him to write stroke by stroke.

This time, it was barely decent, Yuehua was complacent, but he heard Cixiu say, "Please write two pages for Yuehua, and I will check it tomorrow."

"Ugh..."

As soon as he thought about it, Cixiu was at peace, and interrupted coldly, "Don't cry, you little good-for-nothing." Looking at the little thing, he dared to mess with him.

The homework was arranged for Yuehua, and Cixiu took the portrait with her before leaving. Poor Yuehua couldn't sleep with her beloved portrait, and had to write two pages of homework.

The whole Nanyuan is not safe, the emperor ordered before leaving, watch over the young master to practice handwriting well, moreover, he can't even teach him to take off his clothes, Nanyuan's aunt is too dereliction of duty.

Wandering at the desk from dawn to dusk, Yuehua's sleeves and chest were covered with ink, and she raised her head to look at the little maid from time to time. The elder sister of the palace lady tried her best to persuade Yuehua, "Master, there are not many more, there is still half a page."

It is not an easy task to follow the gourd and draw a ladle. Yuehua's hands are sore and his mind is confused. He hums and expresses his dissatisfaction, but there is nothing he can do. No one feels sorry for him, and they all help Cixiu bully him.

This man Cixiu is too bad, if he still dares to sneak in tonight, I will definitely not let him hide in the room, if he is punished...if he is punished, let him have a hard time.