Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 93
Standing up and tidying up some messy clothes, Puyang Yuren looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed: "Uncle Huang, what are you thinking about? Moving out of Changle Weiyang?" She really admired herself, after experiencing Xuanji just now, she still To be able to face him so calmly.Perhaps, the person who caused ripples in her heart was the person in front of her eyes, not the crazy Puyang Fenghua just now.

Nodding her head: "The emperor doesn't need to find another palace, I just leave the palace and live in the palace."

"Okay." He agreed without thinking, that's fine.

He got up, turned around and left, secretly regretting that he had forgotten the purpose of coming today, it was really a spur of the moment.

Looking at the man who went back and forth, he smiled lightly and said, "Why is Uncle Huang back?"

Sitting on the bed, he stretched out his hand to feel for the young man's pulse, and frowned: "Lu Sheng told me, thank you, Ayu." Many emotions, the complicated ones were only fused into two words in the end.

Paper can't hold fire, and he finally found out.

"Since the emperor already knows, I won't hide it anymore, um...you're welcome!" There was no hardship or pain in the relaxed tone.It seems that stealing the thousand-year-old blood ginseng seems to be an extremely easy task.Before she knew it, she forgot how to communicate with him.

Sighing: "No matter what, I will cure Ayu, no matter what." At that moment, he acted willfully, but Ayu did like this, which was unexpected to him.He laughed at the utmost self-deprecation, he thought he could control everything, but forgot that the boy was the biggest accident.He seems docile, but never let others easily control him.

"Uncle Huang, you don't need to blame yourself, I'm doing this for the sake of Da Zhou." And swallowed the rest of the words.

Looking up at the boy: "Is it just for Da Zhou?"

"Of course there is Zhen, if there is no emperor uncle, those memorials will be very torturous." wrinkling his nose.

Laughing and cursing, the various states of life are not enough to describe the mood at this time.

Puyang Fenghua gently caressed the deep scar on the bridge of the young man's nose, deep sadness was hidden in his misty eyes, Huiyuan said that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the river is so wide, how could he swim across it?
"Does it hurt? It must be very painful... So many people have gone without returning, why did you go there? Ayu has been raised in the deep palace, when did you experience such pain?" Yu The dark red fingers were in stark contrast to the dark red scars covered with blood scabs.

Feeling the trembling fingers on the bridge of the nose, Puyang Yuren looked at the man quietly, desperately resisting the urge to grab the man's palm, and smiled elegantly: "Uncle Emperor, it really doesn't hurt. "It's so painful that it's numb, so how can it hurt.

His fingers lingered on the scar, his eyes were as gentle as dripping water mixed with a trace of nostalgia: "Ayu..." The low cry was as gentle and gentle as the sound of water dripping on jade.

"Uncle Emperor." Puyang Yuren looked up at the man.

"Ok?"

"Do you like Ayu? It's not like the elders like the younger ones, but like a man likes a woman? Do you like Ayu?" If it's an ordinary woman, I'm afraid I can't ask such a question, but Puyang Yuren wants to make sure.

He looked at the young man in astonishment, but was pulled back to reality by the young man's calm eyes: "We are all men."

"Then, what if Ah Yu is a woman?"

Rubbing the top of the young man's hair: "Don't talk nonsense, Ayu is the Son of Heaven, the son of Nine Dragons, how can she be a girl."

She bowed her head and smiled: "Well, I am the Son of Heaven, how could I be a woman." Stretched, pulled the quilt, lay on the bed, only showing a pair of eyes and looked straight at the man: "I am going to sleep. "

Bending the corners of his eyes, he held the young man's hand in his palm, and passed on the constant warmth to the young man.

"Uncle Huang, it's late at night, the injury on your hand is still not healed, go back and rest." Trying to break free from the man's hand was in vain.This is the second time she has done this since she lost her inner strength.

Puyang Fenghua covered the boy's eyes: "Ayu, be good, when you fall asleep, the emperor will leave."

Those hands were soft and slender, with a faint and inexplicable fragrance.

The corners of her mouth curled up, "Good night." Just watch, she really wants to sleep.

Good night?I don't know what strange things to say.

Hearing the uniform and shallow breathing, Puyang Fenghua took away his palm and put it on the boy's cheek, caressing the scar on the bridge of his nose with his fingers.He reached out and touched the boy's sleeping hole.

His fingers slid across the boy's eyebrows, eyes, and bridge of nose, lingering on the boy's pale lips, and leaned over to seal it.

He squeezed the boy's lower jaw and kept wriggling on his lips, sometimes nibbling lightly, and sometimes sticking out his tongue to eat on the boy's lips.Then, lightly knocked open the boy's teeth, and the soft stuff stretched into his wet mouth and grinded, sucking the honey lips.Slowly with a strong possessive desire, he reached out and untied the cloak on the boy's body. Is this also called sleeping?

Tear off the boy's cloak, untie the boy's belt, revealing a piece of snow-white neck, along the back of the ear and landed on the boy's neck, lightly biting the slightly protruding collarbone, wrapping the boy's waist through the quilt Limbs, deeply buried in the boy's meridians.He never had too much physical contact with the boy, and always covered him with the quilt.He was afraid of doing something that would make him speechless in the face of Ayu.

He hoarsely shouted the name that gradually took root in his heart: "Ayu..." Why are you a man?for what?Those unbearable pictures just hit him unexpectedly, disturbing his nerves.Withdrawing my hand in panic, you are still so young, how can I put such ugly feelings on you?If you finally understand that this is intolerable in the world, you will blame me.I don't want to repeat the same mistakes, seeing the helplessness of the mother and concubine, the contradictions of the man, and the madness of the father, such a chaotic relationship cannot be tolerated in the world.How could I drag you into such a quagmire?
What answered the man was the boy's shallow breathing and the shallow curvature of the corner of his mouth.

He has done this kind of action countless times, but every time he did it secretly, he just stopped there, and there was never any more overstepping, and the hurdle in his heart lay there.

(End of this chapter)