"Anyone else who dares to step on the top of my shoe for a moment," Xue Yuan suppressed, his vocal line straining into a bow, "I'll have to waste one of his legs."
Between Xue Yuan sweating, he suddenly realized the benefits of Chu Wei.
Don't kill this man now, let him pop out for a few more days.
But in an instant, he could think of nothing else.
Xue Yuan's breathing was heavy, and Gu Yuanbai's face was close at hand. He was about to bury his head to get closer to Gu Yuanbai, but His Holiness inclined his face, pinched his chin, and softly said, "Did I let you touch me?"
He raised his eyebrows in a seductive yet merciless arc, "Not a single strand of your hair can touch me without my permission."
There was no force that could restrict Xue Yuan's fingers of the Holy Lord.
Xue Yuan took a big, sullen breath, and with just one more lowering of his head, he could have kissed Gu Yuanbai's lips that had risen up in a mocking smile. His hands contracted hard against the wall of the car, his nails scratching out a piercing sound.
Gu Yuanbai was trapped in his arms.
Just press down and taste his lips, taste his neck and jade ears.
Pressure on his hands, pressure on his feet.
Make him cry.
Crying out "Xue Jiuyao".
The animal desire in Xue Yuan s heart was about to be driven crazy, and he told himself over and over again that Gu Yuanbai s body was weak his body was weak ...... After all, he was tamed and obeyed the orders of the saint, and gasped for breath and knelt back in place.
Thighs tensed, honestly, he put his hands behind his back, holding back the bruises and blood that filled his body, unable to move even in his hideousness.
The saint said it was a punishment, meaning that the saint could tease Xue Yuan, but Xue Yuan couldn't touch him even if he died.
This punishment can drive a person to death.
In the dimly lit carriage, only the occasional flicker of light flickered through the cracks. The dust in the air was like fluttering golden grains of sand in the light, occasionally slipping over the Saint's fingertips and then over his robes.
Gu Yuanbai's feet stepped on top of Xue Yuan's thighs, he lifted up the layers of the hem of the gun suit, clanking beautiful jade collision out of the sound of Lin, the white stockings but really an eyesore, Xue Yuan mute voice: "Your Majesty, I give you to take off the white stockings?"
His Holiness did not speak, the face in the shadows could not be seen clearly look, only a lower jaw clear, thin and playful.
Xue Yuan boldly reached out and tentatively tried to probe towards the top of the white socks. When his hand was about to touch it, Gu Yuanbai coldly said, "No touching."
Xue Yuan's eyes went red all of a sudden, he was like a trapped animal, low, "Fuck."
Gu Yuanbai opened a book, in the darkness can not see the content of the book, he just casually flipped, happy to turn faster, unhappy half a day did not move on a bit. The foot that stepped on Xue Yuan's thigh followed the speed of the book, gently moving forward, and then backing up miserably.
If anything, rubbing shoulders.
Xue Yuan's spine arched, bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down onto Gu Yuanbai's raised calf, "Your Holiness, I've never looked at a girl before, and Mrs. Xue has never told me anything about marriage."
Gu Yuanbai's eyelids ruffled up, his toes lifted and landed at Xue Yuan's sturdy waist and abdomen, "You say," pressing downward, the soles of his feet rolling, "this thing, if others touch it, is it so spirited?"
"No," Xue Yuan's voice was frightening, "no one can touch it except His Holiness."
Gu Yuanbai turned several pages of the book in a row, and Xue Yuan's breath sank in a muffled hum.
"I'm afraid no one else has to touch it," His Holiness's tone was icy, "it just stands up on its own."
"I promise," Xue Yuan was woefully out of control, the scalding heat distorting his features, "if that day does come, Your Majesty will cut me up."
The carriage abruptly lurched a bit, and the toes jerked forward. Xue Yuan raised his head, his crimson eyes pitiful, "Your Holiness, Master Bai."
A young general of great fame and prestige, a young general who had been heard and feared in the northern frontier, was hard pushed to such a bad state of abandoning his armor and losing his helmet.
His sweat had soaked through his clothes, causing them to turn two shades of color. Gu Yuanbai leaned on top of the wall of the car, and with every shake, the lucite beads in front of him would make a crisp ringing sound.
He was in the darkness, his gaze fixed on Xue Yuan's body.
How amazing, Xue Yuan's eyes were full of him, crazy about him, and he became like this. Gu Yuanbai's satisfaction and coziness rose in his heart, as if this obsession that Xue Yuan treated him with made him become moody as well.
Such fulfillment was quite different from the feeling that power brought him. But it was the same thing, the same thing that made his spirit tremble, that made his toes tense and his scalp tingle.
The only one who could make Xue Yuan like this was, of course, himself.
"Xue Jiuyao," the saint said, "remember what you said."
Xue Yuan answered yes from the back of his throat.
The corners of Gu Yuanbai's mouth hooked up, finally opening his golden mouth, absently propping up his head, fingertips glistening white, "Touch it."
Like opening the chain locks of a fierce beast, like a thirsty traveler encountering manna, Xue Yuan revealed his hideous sharp teeth and suddenly pounced towards His Holiness.
The carriage moved a few times, and the steeds were disturbed for a moment, then calmed by the motorist.
*
Xue Yuan jumped down from the carriage, the autumn wind blew through his soaked clothes, and the coldness instantly hit him.
His lower jaw was taut, his brows filled with insatiable hostility. The chief of guards looked at the sweaty clothes behind his chest and hesitated for a moment, "Lord Xue, you ......"
Xue Yuan turned his head to look at him, the scalding redness of his face and the bloodshot bottoms of his eyes startled the head guard, "Lord Xue, what's wrong with you?"
What else.
Why is this road so short?
The sinister fury on Xue Yuan's face intensified, and movement sounded behind him, as His Holiness was about to get off the carriage.
Xue Yuan instantly forgot about the head guard and walked quickly to the carriage to hand out his hand.
Gu Yuanbai's gun clothes were neat and his hair was meticulous. He glanced down at Xue Yuan, the redness in the corners of his eyes hooked up slightly, his alabaster fingers laced up, and he got out of the carriage with steady steps.
Tian Fusheng followed behind His Holiness and dutifully said, "Your Holiness, the Imperial Physician from the Imperial Hospital and Master Emptiness have already waited outside the temple, and today's acupuncture and moxibustion will have to be done at midday for the consultation."
"I pay attention to the hour," the saint's voice was slightly hoarse, Gu Yuanbai lightly coughed a few times, and when he spoke out again he had already recovered, "There's no rush, I'll bathe first."
Tian Fusheng tilted his head and looked at the sky, "I'll go prepare this."
Gu Yuanbai lazily responded, his bones flooded with exhaustion. Suddenly remembering, "Tomorrow morning Chu Qing will send a scroll, go find someone who knows Li Qingyun's authentic paintings to see if the one in his hands is authentic."
Tian Fusheng responded one by one.
*
Chu Wei returned to the house, then shut himself in the study, researching ink and painting.
Seven years of traveling may have made him cynical, but it also taught him a lot, and imitating the brushstrokes of a great painter of the previous dynasty's fame was but a moment's pondering for him.
Chu Wei dropped his pen.
Ink on rice paper forming, Li Qingyun painting like bold splash, he used color like vermilion, red Dan, rouge and stone green, stone green colors, like to paint rocky mountains, and then lead white with layers of streams and waterfalls. The half of the real painting sent to the emperor by the minister of the household is Li Qingyun's masterpiece, "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".
Coincidentally, Chu Wei in his travels had seen the second half of the volume of the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in a secluded mountain fields of the great Confucian, he was unforgettable to that painting, even a clump of bamboo, or the ripples of the landscape is as clear as in front of their eyes.
He naturally didn't have Li Qingyun's real handwriting, but it was just an excuse to face the saint, and he didn't need the real handwriting.
The night is draped and the lights are lit.
A pair of "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" can be fake and real in Chu Wei's pen slowly born.
Chu Wei put down the pen, looked at the undried brush strokes on the painting, gently hooked his lips, extinguished the candlelight, and walked out of the study to rest.
*
His Holiness's consultation would take up nearly half of the day at a time.
The Imperial Doctor of the Imperial Hospital was already slightly wet at the temples, he put away the long needles one by one, and Tian Fusheng carefully fed Gu Yuanbai the medicine.
Gu Yuanbai was weak and pale, and his forehead was also covered in fine beads of sweat.
Emptiness finished taking His Majesty's pulse and whispered with the imperial physicians, and after a few moments, they told the truth about how His Majesty's body was today.
These words were really profound, and Gu Yuanbai frowned, unwilling to muddle through what he didn't understand, asking each one carefully.
His health was not good, and today's acupuncture and medicines were mainly to pull out the cold qi in his body. After the cold qi was pulled out, they began to nourish his weakened body and bones.
Gu Yuanbai was relieved and said with a smile, "On the day when I am well, all of you in the Imperial Hospital and Master Emptiness will be the first to be credited."
A few people dared not excuse themselves and were smilingly taken out of the palace by Tian Fusheng.
Xue Yuan hurriedly followed after him, patting the head guard's shoulder and saying, "Lord Zhang, people have three urgencies."
A quarter of an hour later, Gu Yuanbai regained a few moments of strength from his consultation, and as he stretched out his hand, the little eunuch rushed up to help him up. Gu Yuanbai got up with his clothes on and walked over to the table to sit down.
Today's political affairs have not yet been dealt with, Gu Yuanbai diligently started today's work and sighed several times in his heart, if the future clinic will also take an afternoon, then these political affairs will have to be sent down again for a part of the day.
Candlelight review of political affairs is ultimately bad for the eyes, once in a while can be, long time inevitably not.
After Gu Yuanbai finished reviewing the two folders, Tian Fusheng and Xue Yuan walked back one after the other. Tian Fusheng's face looked strange and walked behind the saint in silence.
Gu Yuanbai instead said, "Xue Qing, your father has come to fold and will return to the capital in a couple of days."
Xue Yuan was not surprised, "I know."
"You'll stay at home for those few days and keep Old General Xue company," Gu Yuanbai smiled, "If Old General Xue sees you serving in front of the palace, he's only afraid that I'll complain that I've detained you in front of me, causing you to be aggrieved."
"It's not a grievance," Xue Yuan said with genuine emotion, "My father would only be grateful for the grace with which His Majesty looks upon his ministers."
As long as he entered the palace, Xue Yuan would never give Gu Yuanbai the chance to drive himself out of the palace again.
Trying to find ways to not see the days of Gu Yuanbai, look at Chu Wei now like that, you know how hard it is.
Xue Yuan gloated, thinking that he would never allow this to happen again.