The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The heavy funeral knell rang throughout the palace, white banners were hung all over the Forbidden City, the whole country mourned, and the people were in mourning for three months and were not allowed to eat or pollute meat.

The old emperor had long expected that an accident would happen, and knew that the country built by his ancestors could not be destroyed in the hands of the prince. Before he was poisoned, he summoned Xu Shangshu and other close ministers and secretly drafted another will.

After his death, the fourth prince was appointed as the new emperor.

At the end of the will, the prince was also asked to live. After all, he was somewhat reluctant to let go of the child he had loved for so many years. Unexpectedly, the prince was so cruel that he disowned his relatives and killed his father with his own hands.

The old emperor could not close his eyes until he died.

In the first year of Tianji, the new emperor succeeded to the throne.

On the first day he took office, he used strong tactics to eliminate the remnants of the rebels. He was rewarded with rewards and punished with punishments. The methods were so cruel and ruthless that there was no objection from the court.

The prince's remnant party rebelled and murdered the late emperor, resulting in the entire family being executed. The remaining princes were exiled to the border areas and were never allowed to set foot in the capital city.

Among them, only the Eighth Prince clan escaped and got the title of idle prince.

At the enthronement ceremony, the man was extremely handsome, and he wore a majestic and solemn dragon robe. Just standing there was sacred and inviolable. The emperor's majesty shocked the hearts of the ministers, and they all surrendered and worshiped and shouted long live.

Song Jiu knelt in the crowd, raised his head and looked up at the heroic emperor on the altar. All the difficulties in the past flashed through his mind one by one, and his eyes became misty.

After the coronation ceremony, the new emperor, who was supposed to attend the banquet, came to the apse, hugged his little companion, and scolded him in a low voice.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the palace obediently? Why did you sneak out, huh?"

Song Jiu was choked by the iron arm around his waist. He knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't resist and kept silent.

The new emperor tied an accessory similar to blood jade around the young man's neck with a red rope.

"Red suits you well."

Song Jiu lowered his head and rubbed the round blood jade, feeling that it looked familiar.

It's about the size of a thumb, and its shape doesn't look like jade, but rather like a chess piece with holes in it and soaked in blood.

"There's really nothing we can do about you." The new emperor, who was arrogant and arrogant towards others, was as warm as water at the moment, and sighed fondly, "I won't have to kneel down in the future. You don't need to bow to anyone, including me."

The young man hummed slightly, not realizing how much of an honor this meant.

You must know that in ancient times, only immediate elders and specially cared for meritorious officials were exempted from kneeling to the emperor. No matter how favored the concubine is, there is no precedent in the past dynasties that exempts the concubine from kneeling down and worshiping.

From this point of view, this new emperor has the potential to be a coward.

If those rigid veterans saw it, the ginseng records would probably pile up like a mountain.

At this time, the new emperor didn't care about those trivial matters.

The emperor was seen burying his head in the young man's fair neck, his expression intoxicated and his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

This is my treasure, no one can take it away.

The emperor kissed the young man's earlobe, his eyes filled with terrifying desire.

Perhaps because he had endured it for too long, the desire that had been accumulated for many days exploded completely on the night of the enthronement ceremony. The desire was hot and hot, like hot magma that swallowed up Song Jiu completely.

It is said that in the emperor's palace, the seductive moans never stopped. It was not until the sky turned white that the ambiguous sounds inside could stop and summoned people to take a bath.

The palace attendant was bringing pots of hot water inside. He accidentally raised his head and caught a glimpse of a scene that made people's blood swell.

On the dragon bed, a jade-like lotus root arm was placed beside the bed. It was densely covered with traces of ambiguity, so dense that it was shocking. The young man frowned slightly, his wet eyelashes trembled uneasily, and his whole body exuded an aura of glamor and temptation.

Three parts pure, seven parts coquettish, like a fairy that sucks people's energy.

The palace man was so frightened that he looked away and walked out in a hurry.

No wonder the new emperor loves her so much. If it were him, he would probably have to wear it on his belt when walking.

After the emperor packed up, he kissed the young man's forehead and left with a look of despair. Before leaving, he specifically asked the people in the palace not to make any noise and wake him up, so that the young man could sleep a little longer.

When Song Jiu woke up, his whole body hurt terribly, especially a certain place behind his back that was hard to talk about. It hurt even the slightest movement.

Fortunately, it was dry and had obviously been washed.

Song Jiu slowly stood up, holding on to the edge of the bed and barely able to stand up. His thin white legs were shaking badly.

It was too much. He begged for mercy so much that his voice was hoarse, but the man still refused to let go of the fat in his mouth. Later, he couldn't hold on any longer and fainted, but he woke up again soon...

The master is a bad guy...

The young man's eyes were watering with pain, and he decided to disobey his master for the first time and not let him do it again.

Therefore, some eunuchs and maids passing by the palace saw a bright yellow figure guarding the door from a distance, saying sweet words of love and begging the people inside to open the door.

A generation of emperors was so humble.

It really is……

Pampered beyond measure.

Perhaps it was the first time to eat meat. After the emperor tasted the real delicacies of the mountains and seas, he realized what kind of life he had lived in the past. From then on, he was out of control, and the palace was filled with music and singing every night.

Song Jiu couldn't stand it anymore. Every time he did that, he was exhausted and felt his body was hollowed out. However, his master could still handle government affairs with full energy.

It's like there is endless energy.

Song Jiu looked at the finely crafted top of the bed with a dazed look on his face. His peach blossom eyes were watery and he bit his lower lip with his snow-white teeth, unwilling to speak.

The piece of blood jade on his neck also swayed with his head. It was very cute, but later it became unbearable and the young man broke down and cried.

The emperor leaned over, licked away the salty tears from the corners of the young man's eyes, and coaxed in a low voice: "Good boy, Xiaojiu, I promise this is the last time..."

The young man foolishly believed it, but soon after, the clouds and rain on the dragon bed began to subside. After a brief period of silence, the babbling sound started again.

Liar...liar...

When the Eighth Prince, no, it should be the Eighth Prince, saw the boy again, it was already half a year later.

In the imperial garden, the young man was dressed in a green shirt, with his long black hair tied up casually with a wooden hairpin. His once young and tender face had grown longer, and he really looked like a heavenly being.

The man was lying on a reclining chair and taking a nap. Although his appearance was very pure, his whole body exuded an aura of temptation. It was obvious that he had been nourished by someone's love and affection.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?" The eunuch's low call brought the Eighth Prince back to his senses.

The chief eunuch lowered his voice.

"Your Majesty, I will take you to the other side. My master sleeps very lightly. He finally came out to rest for a while. His Majesty ordered the palace people to avoid this road. Please forgive me..."

The Eighth Prince shook his head indifferently and said in a low voice: "Lead the way, father-in-law."