Chapter 42: Can a minister of the Hot Spring Palace offend His Majesty? ...
That day, Eunuch Zhao waited outside the bedroom door for a long time, and finally saw the Prime Minister come out of the Emperor's Yangxin Palace with a smug look on his face.
Eunuch Zhao was confused, and when Song Mingjiao called his name, he hurriedly picked up his whisk and bowed to enter the hall.
"Bring me some more of the ointment I asked the Imperial Hospital to prepare last time." Song Mingjiao wrinkled his nose, thought for a moment, and then said, "Don't make it too greasy, and it should smell good. Bring it here for me to see first."
"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, Your Majesty."
Eunuch Zhao didn't react for a while, and then he was quickly shocked by the huge amount of information revealed by Song Mingjiao's words.
The last time the emperor asked him for fat, it was because he was in love with Shang Nanxuan. However, before he could use the fat, the emperor lost interest in his former favorite and kicked her aside.
Is Shang Nanxuan going to be favored again now? That's not right. Wasn't he just banished to a remote place by His Majesty?
Then, an incredible figure emerged in Eunuch Zhao's mind. It was Prime Minister He Wen who had just walked out!
When the Prime Minister walked out, he clearly had the expression of a new favorite!
Eunuch Zhao quickly lowered his head and suppressed the shock in his eyes, not daring to let the little emperor see his astonishment about the royal affairs.
Song Mingjiao did not notice Eunuch Zhao's reaction, or rather, even if he did, he did not think it was something shameful.
After all, in his previous life, he was a modern man, so what was the big deal about having sex with men? In his current life, he was the emperor, so wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted?
"Do noble families teach the art of sex?"
Song Mingjiao asked Eunuch Zhao without hesitation. Eunuch Zhao was a serious ancient man and the chief eunuch in charge of all miscellaneous affairs in the palace. He should know something about this, right?
Song Mingjiao is a little worried now. Looking at He Wen in this world, he has never even held someone's hand. The ancient times were such a conservative atmosphere. He must not know anything else. If he doesn't serve himself well in bed, it will be unacceptable!
The corner of Eunuch Zhao's mouth twitched. He hadn't expected the emperor to be so open with him, but he didn't dare show it. He smiled and said, "Uh, Your Majesty, generally speaking, there will be people who teach you about sex, but, uh, with men, most people may not be taught that."
"Tsk, after all this time, it looks good but is useless."
Eunuch Zhao smiled in embarrassment.
Then, the emperor ordered him to collect information on this matter, regardless of whether it was useful or not, and try to make it as comprehensive as possible, and give it all to the Prime Minister's Office.
Eunuch Zhao took the order and left. When he left the Yangxin Palace, he looked back at the still closed door and shook his head.
The day changed so quickly.
He shook his head again.
How could the Prime Minister do such a thing with His Majesty? Shang Nanxuan was a man of no experience and no understanding, and the Prime Minister actually accompanied His Majesty in such nonsense.
*
In the following time, outsiders could not see any changes between Song Mingjiao and He Wen. They could only sigh that the monarch and his minister trusted each other and knew each other so well. It was a blessing for the court.
Only Eunuch Zhao, who knew everything, kept his achievements and fame hidden.
During the morning court session, taking advantage of the fact that no other ministers dared to look up at His Majesty, He Wen seized every minute and exchanged glances with Song Mingjiao.
Song Mingjiao had no intention of hiding it. He only needed to glance in He Wen's direction a few times to make the Prime Minister, who was already working hard, become excited again, willing to dedicate his life and property to the emperor and work hard.
When matters are discussed in the Yangxin Palace, in addition to the prime minister, the six ministers of state and the sixth prince will also participate.
His Majesty didn't like to sit in a chair and listen to the ministers talk in a dull manner. He preferred to pace around the palace, as if on inspection. Whenever he walked in front of a minister, the minister would become nervous, worried that he might say something wrong and anger His Majesty.
But when His Majesty walked up to the Prime Minister, Eunuch Zhao could see that Song Mingjiao reached out and inadvertently stroked He Wen's palm. The movement was so quick that no one else noticed it, except Song Chengnian, who had been observing his brother's actions at all times.
Song Mingjiao and He Wen were openly engaging in an ambiguous relationship, and Eunuch Zhao thought he needed to cover it up, but it turned out that he didn't need to at all.
When Eunuch Zhao came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to convey Song Mingjiao's intention, He Wen was still imagining the beautiful life he and Song Mingjiao would have in the future.
When Song Mingjiao agreed to give He Wen a chance, he had already unilaterally equated their relationship with a romantic relationship in his mind.
He Wen was born into a family of civil servants who had passed the imperial examinations, and he did not rely solely on the influence of his ancestors. Therefore, he was well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, and was even more familiar with poetry and songs, longing for romance.
He Wen could feel the difference in Song Mingjiao's attitude towards him since that day. Every physical contact and every glance made He Wen's heart even sweeter.
And he expected more.
He wanted to hold Song Mingjiao's hand openly among ordinary people during the next Lantern Festival. He also wanted to hug Song Mingjiao openly in front of all the ministers in the name of hunting during the next hunting trip.
He Wen had beautiful thoughts, especially when he knew that Eunuch Zhao brought several large boxes of items bestowed by the emperor. He couldn't hide the smile on his face, so he missed Eunuch Zhao's complicated look.
"Eunuch, are these all bestowed by His Majesty? Thank you for your help, Eunuch." He Wen politely thanked Eunuch Zhao.
"You are too polite, Prime Minister. His Majesty has ordered that you dismiss your attendants and personally open the box for inspection."
He Wen had not yet realized anything was wrong, but he always obeyed Song Mingjiao's orders. At this moment, he called all the servants in the mansion out. The servants were still whispering to each other before leaving, saying that His Majesty really valued the Prime Minister.
Unexpectedly, when He Wen opened the heavy box, he was stunned.
What was placed inside was not gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin, but various erotic pictures, small toys and seemingly serious sex tutorials.
Eunuch Zhao coughed and pulled out another thick book from his bosom: "And this one, written by His Majesty himself, specifically instructed us to give it to the Prime Minister personally."
Then Eunuch Zhao flicked his whisk and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "His Majesty has issued an oral instruction, ordering Prime Minister He Wen to recite it day and night and study diligently, so as not to disappoint His Majesty's wishes."
He Wen, who had recovered from his initial shock, could only accept the order helplessly and send Eunuch Zhao away in a gentle manner.
The big boxes of things on the ground are fine, but the handwritten letter sent by the emperor requires He Wen to do what he must do.
The young emperor said in the book that He Wen couldn't be too gentle, otherwise he would be dull and boring. But he couldn't be too rough, otherwise he would hurt Song Mingjiao, and even if He Wen lost several heads, it would not be enough to repay Song Mingjiao for her precious body.
The more He Wen watched, the more helpless he felt. While his mind was still full of romantic thoughts, mutual respect, and superficial thoughts, Song Mingjiao was already seriously thinking about the practical content. Should he be said to be the first person to receive such an honor?
Through these notes left by Song Mingjiao himself, He Wen seemed to be able to see that scene——
Under the candlelight at night, the newly crowned emperor Song Mingjiao, wearing only pajamas and a cloak, picked up a pen and carefully wrote down his preferences on a piece of paper, which unexpectedly made He Wen feel a bit cute.
He Wen, immersed in the emperor's sweet words, did not discover a loophole:
——How could Song Mingjiao know his own preferences so clearly in detail?
*
A few days later, in the hot spring palace.
This is a natural open-air hot spring, only for the emperor's use, and it is the emperor's private palace.
There is a distance from the imperial palace to the hot spring palace, and there are many palace maids, guards, and eunuchs who need to be brought along, and arrangements must be made in advance to avoid sudden incidents such as assassinations.
So Song Mingjiao actually never liked it and came to the hot spring palace with such fanfare.
But today is different, today he wants to enjoy himself!
At this moment, Song Mingjiao was soaking in the hot spring alone, naked, with no one serving him. Only the mist lingering above the hot spring enveloped him.
The water temperature of the hot spring was very suitable. After soaking in it for a while, Song Mingjiao felt lazy and didn't want to move. The exposed face looked even more rosy and charming under this nourishment.
At this moment, the door of the hot spring was gently pushed open, followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
"You're here."
Song Mingjiao did not look back, but continued to lean on the shore, revealing his long and straight neck.
The man behind him didn't say anything. Song Mingjiao felt the increasingly hot temperature on his neck, which belonged to another person.
Then Song Mingjiao felt someone seemed to be kneeling down and hugging his neck from behind. The warm breath flowed by Song Mingjiao's ears, making Song Mingjiao feel a little itchy, and he couldn't help moving his shoulders.
"Your Majesty, may I offend Your Majesty?"
The man's voice was a little low, and it was no longer recognizable as the Prime Minister who was so elegant and graceful during the day.
Song Mingjiao smiled. He opened his eyes, turned around in the water, and looked at the man approaching. "He Wen, if you dare to use this trick on me again today, and mess up the order of hierarchy between monarch and subject, and make me weak, then I will really punish you severely!"
He Wen jumped down from the shore, splashing a huge amount of water onto Song Mingjiao. Song Mingjiao, who had just said he didn't want to play the game of monarch and minister, almost got angry again, but fortunately, He Wen immediately hugged him around the waist and calmed his temper.
"Then can I call you by your Majesty's name? Mingjiao, I really want to call you that. Perhaps ever since that jade pendant you gave me at the Qionglin Banquet, my heart has been completely filled with the person 'Song Mingjiao'. I really want to call you Mingjiao, Zizhao, is that okay?"
He Wen called out Song Mingjiao's name and nickname over and over again, in a lingering and sad tone.
"Zizhao" is the courtesy name of Song Mingjiao, which means "May the gentleman live forever, and may you be bright and clear." The late emperor did put a lot of thought into choosing this courtesy name for him.
But to be honest, Song Mingjiao became the emperor when he first arrived in this small world, and few people dared to call him by his nickname. To this day, Song Mingjiao almost forgot that he had another name in this world.
"It's all right, whatever you want."
"That's great, Mingjiao, that's great."
As He Wen spoke, he bit Song Mingjiao's earlobe. He didn't use much force, just gently grinding it with his upper and lower rows of teeth.
The calling voices were right next to Song Mingjiao's ears, and he could hear them particularly clearly.
The emperor, who lived a life of luxury and was high and mighty, had his body touched by few people, let alone bitten in this way.
Song Mingjiao's body trembled a few times. He had been soaking in the hot spring for a long time, and his whole body was lazy and weak. His waist was a little weak, and He Wen happened to hold it with one hand.
"Mingjiao, Your Majesty, they are all so tender and white."
He Wen finally realized his long-cherished dream, which was to touch his sweetheart Song Mingjiao's skin. It was no longer like the previous court where he and Song Mingjiao were so far apart. Now, in the small hot spring, there were only Song Mingjiao and him.
"You're climbing up the ladder and starting to act recklessly."
Song Mingjiao said this in a stern tone, but his tone lacked the usual authority and thunder that he usually had when wearing the dragon robe. Therefore, He Wen, who was standing beside him, simply smiled ingratiatingly at the emperor without seriously apologizing.
Song Mingjiao felt a little numb and tingling all over, and he thought dizzily that it seemed that the picture albums and rules he gave to He Wen to cram for lessons were useful. This man was self-taught and would not be impatient and ruin his enjoyable night.
"I am simply delighted with Your Majesty. I find every part of Your Majesty's body to be absolutely perfect."
He Wen smiled and tried to coax the precious little emperor, but his hands didn't stop moving. He used the ointment that His Majesty had personally selected and sent to him. This ointment really seemed like something the little emperor would like. It was soft and fragrant, and the effect was very good. In a short while, it completely softened Song Mingjiao's body.
He Wen only needs to use a few fingers to fully appreciate the beauty of the emperor's body.
It was at this moment that He Wen realized that Song Mingjiao, without all the decorations, looked a whole circle smaller than him and could be easily embraced by him in one hand.
The emperor was also very light, and He Wen even suspected that if he didn't hold Song Mingjiao, this person would float above the hot spring and be carried away by the current without being able to resist.
"You're too thin, Your Majesty. Eat more and gain some weight, okay? Mingjiao."
It was not noticeable when she was wearing the dragon robe on ordinary days, but when He Wen measured Song Mingjiao's waist with his hands, he found that the slender waist described in the book could actually exist in reality.
"You ministers, if you could stop irritating me and give me more practical work, you wouldn't make me unable to eat all day."
Song Mingjiao opened his eyes and glared at He Wen, obviously blaming the blame directly on He Wen.
"Yes, I will share your worries, Your Majesty. I am here to share your worries."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Wen picked up Song Mingjiao from underwater. The hot spring was quite deep, and when standing up, the water was just enough to cover a person's waist.
Song Mingjiao obviously didn't expect He Wen to move so quickly. He was frightened and wrapped his legs around He Wen's waist without thinking. He also put his arms around He Wen's neck to prevent himself from falling.
"What are you doing—ugh!"
The emperor wanted to scold the audacious prime minister, but the second half of his words was obviously drowned out by a muffled gasp.
"That day, Your Majesty sent me a picture album for instruction. I studied diligently day and night, not daring to slack off even for a moment. I wonder if Your Majesty is satisfied with the results today."
Song Mingjiao hadn't expected that He Wen, though a civil servant, had surprisingly strong arms. He effortlessly held him in his arms and carried him around. Because the two of them were still in the hot spring, Song Mingjiao could even feel her body swaying with the water as she was suspended in mid-air.
He was speechless, his mind filled with an intense stimulation.
Moreover, the things in his body were very familiar. Even though it had been a long time since this incident in the previous world, Song Mingjiao's body seemed to still remember He Wen's shape, and in an instant he wrapped himself around him familiarly.
This man actually dared to mock the emperor at this time. Song Mingjiao couldn't swallow this breath in his heart. He said intermittently in the drifting water:
"Satisfied? I think the Prime Minister is just so-so. It's not worth wasting three thousand beauties in my harem. They are not as good as those who participated in the selection—woo!"
Apparently, this time the little emperor didn't finish his harsh words before he was forced to cry.
The Prime Minister suddenly hugged Song Mingjiao tighter, even at a very fast speed. The opening was softened by force, and a pool of hot spring water flowed into Song Mingjiao's body with the Prime Minister's movements.
"Your Majesty seems to be very good at angering men at times."
He Wen held Song Mingjiao in his arms, and not only did his movements come effortlessly, he even had the mind to speak into Song Mingjiao's ear, but his voice was deeper and rougher than during the day.
"The water is, well... too hot."
When the hot spring water was outside, Song Mingjiao felt that the temperature was just right, and even soaking in it made her feel quite comfortable. But she had never expected that He Wen would deliberately bring it in, and with the movement, it kept flushing her body.
How could those tender and soft flesh that had never seen the sun resist it?
Song Mingjiao's hands were weakly wrapped around He Wen's neck, and he slapped He Wen's back a few times with the base of his palms, trying to get the prime minister, who had revealed his true face, to put him down.
But at this time, this ineffective slapping only made He Wen feel that Song Mingjiao's behavior was very cute and coquettish, and he wanted to do it harder...
Therefore, Song Mingjiao not only did not feel the frequency drop, but the attack became more fierce. His legs wrapped around He Wen's waist became tense, and even his toes curled up.
"It's not hot, Your Majesty. I'm not hot at all. Mingjiao, isn't this the place you chose specifically? I've done everything according to your preferences."
The prime minister even added fuel to the fire in front of the already weak little emperor.
Song Mingjiao was angry, thinking He Wen's attitude was insolent. But he was also relieved, thinking that He Wen's new trick was really quite interesting. He had never experienced the feeling of being underwater before.
"Haha, my dear minister, you don't look like this in the court during the day. Do your colleagues know that you are such a beast in private?"
Song Mingjiao felt out of control. If she had known, she wouldn't have asked Eunuch Zhao to prepare such a comprehensive gift for He Wen. She didn't know what he had learned from this, but he had so many tricks and superb skills that even Song Mingjiao's curse words sounded light and soft, without any deterrent effect.
He was pushed against the wall of the hot spring pool. The somewhat cool wall barely cooled down Song Mingjiao's hot body.
"Your Majesty has wronged me. If I were truly a beast, Your Majesty would be speechless right now."
Song Mingjiao discovered that He Wen's face was getting thicker and thicker. Maybe it was because he didn't understand men. If a man could eat his fill, he wouldn't care whether he was scolded or not, and it wouldn't matter whether he was treated as a beast or not.
Even Song Mingjiao felt that his body felt more bloated after he cursed.
Song Mingjiao muttered in the swaying hot spring water: "Yeah, it's always been like this, it hasn't changed."
His voice was soft, and beneath the veil of the hot spring water, He Wen couldn't hear clearly. He Wen, who was diligently fulfilling his loyalty to His Majesty, simply asked, "What?" out of habit, and neither of them took this little incident to heart.
......
The water in the hot spring was changed several times.
By the fourth round of water, Song Mingjiao was already a little tired. He was completely controlled by He Wen, and he had to accept and enjoy it.
The water where the two people were staying was no longer as clear as it was at the beginning, and had a slightly milky tint.
"Mingjiao, is this our wedding night?"
He Wen's movements were sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce. At this moment, he was looking at the eternal lanterns lit on the shore, looking at the soft, beautiful, and flushed emperor in his arms. For a moment, he felt that he had already embraced the three happiness in life and was very satisfied.
"Well, it's all yours."
Song Mingjiao was almost exhausted, his body was bloated and soft, and he responded to He Wen very perfunctorily.
He felt that he should choose the location on the dragon bed instead of the hot spring. Although there was a sense of atmosphere, it was too time-consuming for dragons, oh no, people.
In stark contrast to the increasingly limp Song Mingjiao, He Wen was becoming increasingly alert and energetic. However, it was precisely his remaining rationality that allowed him to connect the dots between the events of this period.
All the details that he had overlooked because of his sweet time with the emperor appeared in He Wen's mind bit by bit.
Judging from Eunuch Zhao's behavior, the things he sent, and the words he heard behind the screen at that time, Song Mingjiao should not have had a deep relationship with Shang Nanxuan.
But Song Mingjiao's performance today was that even though he was harsh in words, his body was warm and soft, as if he was very familiar with what was going to happen.
He Wen's body was burning from the violent movements and the hot spring, but his heart suddenly felt like it was doused with cold water, and he realized something incredible.
Your Majesty and others...?
For this unspeakable purpose, He Wen's actions became rough again, but Song Mingjiao, who was in his arms, was not surprised at all, and even glared at him familiarly. Those soft fleshes were very familiar with his roughness.
Song Mingjiao even reached out and unhappily pushed He Wen's chest twice. His fingertips were soft at the moment, and he didn't push at all. So Song Mingjiao reached out again with a mixture of anger and slapped He Wen's face twice, like a kitten scratching, without any strength, not much different from a caress.
"Too fast, He Wen, you, you are so insolent! Don't treat me like this!"
If it were before, the emperor's willingness to touch his face would have been a gift to He Wen. He would even go so far as to not wash the areas Song Mingjiao had touched for several days, hoping to retain the emperor's warmth and scent for a longer period of time.
But this time, Song Mingjiao's glare was clearly full of emotion, just like every time before. However, He Wen, who had already had some doubts, read a different meaning from it.
——Who is the emperor looking at through him?
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