The beginning is the new age of grace

Nanyuan was in a frenzy all day, and after Jiang Zhan left the next morning, Yuehua refused to get up and get dressed.

At first the little maid listened to the emperor's order and didn't dare to go in to disturb her. Seeing the sun rising, she was afraid that Yuehua would starve to death, so she could only bite the bullet and knock on the door.

"Young master...Young master...get up and eat before going to bed..." The room was quiet and no one responded, the little maid only thought that Yuehua was tired and did not wake up.

Seeing that there was still no movement in the house after noon, the little maid couldn't hold back anymore, she knocked on the door and said, "My lord, the servant has come in."

There was a ball on the couch, Yuehua curled up inside with his back bowed, and when he heard the voice of the palace lady's sister opening the door, he clenched the quilt even tighter.

I don't know how long Yuehua has been covering it, holding it under the quilt, afraid that something will happen to him, the little palace lady stepped forward to comfort him, "My lord, don't cover it anymore, what is this for!"

After all, Yuehua is still a man, not enough than the top, more than the bottom, compared with the delicate little palace maid, she is still superior in strength, and she is holding on to the mattress tightly.

After circling for a while, the little maid was almost pulled back.

Normally, Yuehua looked well-behaved, but when he became messy, no one could resist him, so the emperor could only scare him, so he had to leave the room and call someone to invite the emperor.

Jiang Zhan came by coincidence, just in time for the servant who was in a hurry, the little eunuch prostrated himself on the ground, weeping, "Your Majesty, please go in and persuade me, the young master is hiding on the couch and refuses to see anyone."

This is a play every day, Yuehua don't keep it in the harem, he might as well build a stage for him, Yuehua goes up to sing, and he listens below.

Seeing that Long Yan was furious, all the court ladies and eunuchs lowered their heads pretendingly, the thunder was loud and the rain was light, but the emperor still had to give him face.

Jiang Zhan stepped forward to lift Yuehua's quilt, and Yuehua rolled to the side of the couch in a desperate state. If it wasn't for Jiang Zhan's protection, she might have fallen to the ground.

The little face was flushed, and the clothes were wet and stuck to his body. Jiang Zhan picked him up and said angrily, "What are you doing, be careful to cover your eyes."

Seeing Cixiu, Yuehua reacted even more. He rushed to grab the quilt, but was thrown into the distance by Cixiu. He could only bury his head into the pillow, refusing to raise his head no matter what.

With Yuehua's temperament, if you are soft with him, he will work hard with you, Jiang Zhan turned him over without saying a word, pressed his shoulders, and looked down at him.

To Jiang Zhan's surprise, Yuehua didn't cry or make a fuss, and avoided Jiang Zhan's gaze with flushed cheeks.

"What's the fuss about?" But Jiang Zhan couldn't bear it if he really wanted to be tough.

"Give it back to me..." Yuehua squirmed and wanted to pick up the mattress, but unfortunately she was no match for Jiang Zhan and lay motionless.

Grabbing Yuehua's wrist to prevent him from struggling, Jiang Zhan leaned over and asked, "What the hell are you..."

Yuehua's ears were covered with a layer of crimson, the pink color spread from the earlobe to the heel of the neck, the scorching temperature was a bit hot, Yuehua was shy.

Jiang Zhan was taken aback, and said softly, "Why are you hiding?"

The roar in his ears disappeared, Yuehua peeked out at him, buried half of his face in the pillow, and said in an unclear voice, "Last night..."

As soon as she said two words, Yuehua couldn't open her mouth, and the crimson of her skin deepened by a shade.

last night?Last night, the little hoof was comfortable and refused to recognize anyone, dare to mention it?

With light white fingers grabbing the sleeves, Yuehua was shy, Jiang Zhan was startled, and lay down beside Yuehua, holding him in his arms.

"How was last night?"

Yuehua couldn't answer, he could recall the numb feeling when he closed his eyes, but it made him say it clearly, but it was hard to say, so he frantically covered Jiang Zhan's mouth.

"Don't...don't say..."

Jiang Zhan suppressed a smile, rubbed his ears with him and said, "You are so shy without doing anything, if I really trick you once, will you never come out to see people in your life?"

Yuehua didn't understand and couldn't tell whether it was real or not, and she was ambiguous about what happened last night, it was just her shame instinctively causing trouble.

The little secret that belongs to him and Cixiu, once he sees the light, he is afraid of being seen by others and panics with embarrassment.

Jiang Zhan became playful, and said reluctantly, "There are more shy ones." His fingers rubbed against the contour of Yuehua's jaw, "Let me touch it?"

It seems that there are thousands of Gu worms, wriggling from the fingertips along the tendons, soft and numb.

Rubbing her soft cheek against Jiang Zhan's neck was Yuehua's best answer.

Yuehua's acting like a baby made Jiang Zhan inexplicably comfortable.

When I came here, I was full of anger and boredom. There were floods in the south, foreign tribes on the border changed, and civil and military officials in the court were at odds.

But there is nothing that can be said to Yuehua, Yuehua is not someone to share his worries, but the effect is very obvious.

The grievances that had been smoldering all day disappeared, and Jiang Zhan sighed slowly, "Hey..."

The person in his arms raised his head and asked, "Cixiu, are you unhappy?"

Worrying about family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs, and having to take care of the children along the way, Jiang Zhan asked, "So what if I'm unhappy?"

"You can't be unhappy." Yuehua said with a sad face, "I'm not happy if you are unhappy."

Jiang Zhan has heard this a lot. The concubines in the harem are all gentle and virtuous, and they are all worried about his worries and his worries.

Jiang Zhan knows whether others are sincere or not, but Yuehua is pure in heart and sincere in every sentence.

Jiang Zhan raised his eyebrows and teased, "You're really so good, or are you afraid that I won't come to accompany you?"

"You want to come with me." Yuehua frowned, and grabbed Jiang Zhan's wrist, afraid that he would run away, and pressed her cheek against Jiang Zhan's chest, listening to his beating heart, "Must come, every time Come every day."

This is something that everyone in the harem thinks about, but no one dares to speak out. Yuehua said it without any scruples. Fortunately, the emperor favored him, and he was not punished for the crime of relying on favor and arrogance.

Jiang Zhan promised in a low voice, "If you're so delicate, you'll make a fuss if you don't listen to you. I'll just follow you."

Yuehua was pleasantly surprised, "Cixiu, you are so kind, you are the best..."

Jiang Zhan lowered his head and grabbed his chin, his lips were close together, Yuehua was curious and bold, imitating Jiang Zhan's movements to actively tease/tease, with soft little hands resting on Jiang Zhan's chest, groping, as if exploring, It's like hooking/leading.

The inexperienced person finally fell into Jiang Zhan's arms out of breath, with a satisfied face, and the tip of his tongue kept licking the lips kissed by Jiang Zhan.

Shortness of breath, his chest was like undulating waves, Yuehua surrendered under Jiang Zhan's body.

Seeing Yuehua's three souls lost seven souls, almost softened into a puddle of water, Jiang Zhan said leisurely, "You have to be punished for writing, don't think I will let you go like this, if you can't write well, I will really not come .”

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the moonlight in the clouds and mist was thundered suddenly, and couldn't help sobbing, "You... woo... You hate it! It's dead... the worst!"

The good and the bad are all Jiang Zhan, and he never relents when he bullies others, gloating, "You little hoof who turns his back on you, if you cry again, you will be punished several times."

Suddenly, Yuehua covered her mouth and drooped the corners of her eyes, pitifully, for fear of being punished more by Cixiu.

Practicing calligraphy is a physical effort, and Yuehua is sleepy all day long. Only when I read some stories at night like a reward from Cixiu, do I feel a little bit more energetic.

Zhuancheng asked Yuan Gonggong to find some idle books among the people, which were nothing more than stories about gods and ghosts.

Yuehua is timid and loves to listen. Every time she clings to Jiang Zhan's arm and trembles, she is afraid of returning home, but she listens carefully.

He asked softly, "Will the fox come back to look for the scholar?"

Jiang Zhan was a little tired, put down the booklet and lay down on the couch, Yuehua followed endlessly.

"Can a little fox turn into a human? What does it look like? I've never seen a little fox."

He was so charming that he asked such a stupid question, Jiang Zhan deliberately teased him, "I've seen it before."

Yuehua was very curious, and even pestered Jiang Zhan to keep him from falling asleep, "What kind? I want to see too, let me see, let me see..."

Here it is again, if you want to get everything in your hands, you know how to act coquettishly, Jiang Zhan pulled him into his arms, and poked Yuehua's cheek with his fingers.

"It's just like you, you little fox, you've become a genius, you can't learn well, you're a stalker."

After Yuehua heard this, instead of being angry, she held Jiang Zhan's wrist solemnly.

"Then I will be like this little fox."

Jiang Zhan was stunned, he could guess Yuehua's words, the fox in the book turned into a human and fell in love with the scholar, it was against the sky.

When he was condemned by God, the scholar tightly protected the little fox, and the little fox took the merits in exchange for the scholar's life, but the price was that the scholar forgot about him ever since.

They return to the bridge and return to the road, and there will be no more entanglements in eternal life.

Yuehua held Jiang Zhan's hand in the same way that Jiang Zhan held his hand in the usual way, and said melancholy, "But you can't forget me."

Jiang Zhan's heart skipped a beat, and he rolled onto the couch with someone in his arms, and said with grace, "You're so good, I won't punish you for practicing calligraphy tomorrow."