Chapter 43: The Emperor in the Military Camp Wants to Wear His Clothes?
He Wen thought that this was his wedding night with the emperor.
But besides him, had Song Mingjiao already spent her wedding night with someone else? And that person held a considerable place in Song Mingjiao's heart. At least Song Mingjiao had always protected that person.
Otherwise, why would someone like Shang Nanxuan be exposed by the emperor and even he could know about it, but he didn't know about that person's existence?
He Wen's heart completely sank, but in response he became even more violent.
Song Mingjiao was so exhausted that she almost slipped to the bottom of the water. She could only be picked up by He Wen and held in his arms. Then she could no longer break free and completely accepted He Wen's brutality.
Normally, the emperor's voice was majestic, cold, and impartial. But at this moment, Song Mingjiao's voice was soft, gentle, and intermittent. When He Wen pushed her to the point where she couldn't express it, she would whimper uncontrollably. The ending sounded like a spoiled child, sweetening He Wen's heart.
"Slow down, wuu ...
If it were in the past, when the high and mighty emperor spoke to him and acted like this, He Wen would definitely be filled with joy and would hold him in his arms to comfort him.
But now, he didn't care, and restrained Song Mingjiao's waist with his hands. His movements were like beatings, rough and filled with anger, even with a hint of jealousy and panic:
"Who is it? Mingjiao, who else? Who else has done this to you?"
Was it Shang Nanxuan? Could it be that the two of them were already deeply connected, but a man of Shang Nanxuan's character didn't follow the proper procedures for male sexual intercourse and serve His Majesty properly, but instead abducted Song Mingjiao?
Or a general? Gu Linyuan, relying on his martial arts skills, was the easiest person to deceive the emperor, who lived in the palace year-round, and made him yearn for the excitement of a battle. I heard that women in the capital now particularly like tough men who have been through many battles. Could it be that the young emperor also likes those with thick skin and strong muscles?
Even the Sixth Prince? Song Chengnian had been opposing him every day recently. How could a younger brother have such a strong possessive desire for his own royal brother? He relied on the little emperor's protective attitude due to their blood relationship, and used tricks and tactics all day long. Who could be sure that he could coax Song Mingjiao into submitting to Song Chengnian?
He Wen listed all the possible targets. The more he listed, the more jealousy he felt. So, each time he thrust, he even made a sound of water, a sound different from the sound of flowing hot spring water, more sticky.
"What...are you talking about?"
Song Mingjiao's voice was vaguely moist. This sexual encounter had lasted too long. Even a hot spring bath couldn't make up for the water Song Mingjiao had lost. His mind was blank, and he had no idea what He Wen was asking.
He Wen looked at the petite and fragile little emperor in his arms. There were a few tears on his eyelashes, and his thick eyelashes were even trembling slightly as he moved.
Song Mingjiao's face was flushed from the tip of her nose to her cheeks. Her lips were slightly open, and there were a few teeth marks on them. Those were the marks left by Song Mingjiao biting her lips unnaturally during the most intense moment.
The emperor's eyes, beautiful and bright, seemed to speak, and usually captivated He Wen to the point of losing his mind. But at this moment, those eyes looked at him with a bit of confusion, as if they had no idea where his questioning and anger came from.
He Wen, who had been fuming and ready to get back at Song Mingjiao, suddenly lost his resolve. He felt no need to press Song Mingjiao any further. As he had previously believed, the emperor was young and might have been deceived or bullied without even realizing it.
"Forget it, Mingjiao, as long as I'm the only one by your side now, that's all that matters."
He Wen eagerly kissed Song Mingjiao's plump lips, and his attacks on both the upper and lower parts were so rapid that Song Mingjiao couldn't breathe.
He waved his hands wildly in the air, and even slapped He Wen's face several times. Then He Wen gasped and let go of Song Mingjiao's lips. Finally, he had to settle for the second best and held Song Mingjiao's face, nose to nose, and murmured these words in her ear.
"What are you talking about? I told you to stop, don't be so impatient! Did you hear - um..."
*
Finally, the water of the hot spring was still shaking, and the two figures were still entangled together, until the red candles on the shore were almost burned out, and then a tall figure holding another person walked out of the hot spring.
Eunuch Zhao had been waiting in the palace for a long time. He sent away all the other palace maids and eunuchs. He knew what would happen in the Wenquan Palace today and did not dare to let the news of the emperor and the prime minister spending a night together spread outside.
From moonrise to moonset, Eunuch Zhao waited impatiently. He had served the late emperor, who had a harem of three thousand beauties. Every night, the drawing of cards was a battle, with the concubines showing off their skills.
But he watched the current emperor grow up and ascend the throne. The emperor has not yet taken a concubine and is not familiar with the ways of the world. So he chose a man like the prime minister at the very beginning. This man is clumsy and does he know how to serve the little emperor?
Eunuch Zhao was feeling uneasy, and it took him a long time to finally see the door of the hot spring open. It was Prime Minister He Wen.
He Wen came out holding the little emperor. He was dressed casually and his hair was all wet. However, he wrapped Song Mingjiao tightly in his arms. His hair was wiped dry, and even the exposed neck could be seen to have been carefully groomed, looking very fresh.
"Hey, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong? Oh, Prime Minister, Your Majesty has just been crowned. How could you...ah, how could you be so unrestrained?"
As soon as He Wen came out, he was scolded by Eunuch Zhao, who had eyes only for the little emperor and felt sorry for him.
"I'm not dead yet. Okay, the Prime Minister is here to serve you. You can tidy up the bedroom and leave."
Song Mingjiao felt a little tired. He poked his furry head out from He Wen's arms. The sounds he made were muffled, powerless, and even a little hoarse. It was a temporary sequelae of overusing his voice just now.
This is the bad thing about ancient times. People made a fuss out of nothing. He just stayed in the hot spring for a little longer, but it was as if he had been bullied all night.
No, that beast He Wen did bully him!
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Eunuch Zhao watched with great longing as His Majesty was carried away.
Song Mingjiao was carried through a long corridor and was finally carried into the bedroom by He Wen. When he was put on the bed, his "weather-beaten" butt finally touched solid ground. However, the mattress, which was usually very soft, made Song Mingjiao frown unnaturally when it touched it.
But He Wen was still not satisfied. He climbed onto the dragon bed, pushed Song Mingjiao, pressed his hands on the wall, and trapped her in the small space of his arms, creating an ancient version of "wall dong".
"It is clearly Your Majesty who has been clinging to me the whole time. If I let go a little, Your Majesty's legs will clamp around my waist, wanting more. But look, Your Majesty, even Eunuch Zhao thinks it's all my fault."
This posture, even though not as straightforward as the Zhougong etiquette just now, has a more ambiguous atmosphere of whispering and whispering in ears.
After Song Mingjiao was screwed, he only remembered the food and not the beating.
His body had been washed clean from inside to outside by He Wen in the hot spring, and he had regained his strength. He was no longer as soft, coquettish, and demanding as he was when he was soaking in the water just now. Instead, he began to fight back with a tough mouth.
"Is that so? I don't remember. Prime Minister, you're slandering me by saying such unsubstantiated things. This is a serious crime. I'm going to think of a good excuse to punish you severely."
Song Mingjiao raised the corners of his mouth, his expression lively, and there was a hint of mischief between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
He Wen felt soft-hearted.
Even though he knew that the emperor was hiding many things from him. Even though he knew that the emperor might still have someone else in his heart. Even though he knew that the so-called wedding night was just his wishful thinking, that Song Mingjiao might only be greedy for the momentary pleasure of physical contact with him, and never considered a long-term relationship.
But He Wen still fell hopelessly into depravity. The more he got along with Song Mingjiao, the more he understood his true nature and temper, and the more he couldn't extricate himself from this depravity.
He Wen was finally helpless and bit Song Mingjiao's lips again, stroking and kissing her repeatedly, even when they separated, suspicious saliva came out.
"Your Majesty, whatever punishment you wish, I will gladly accept. I only hope to remain by your side forever. Mingjiao, I only hope that one day you will not forget me."
He Wen's expression seemed to be somewhat forbearing, but Song Mingjiao just tilted his head and looked into He Wen's eyes, not understanding what he was thinking.
Song Mingjiao didn't understand. If he had forgotten, then this person in front of him had somehow traveled through time and space, and for some reason, had no memory of his past life at all.
I don't understand.
That day, Song Mingjiao and He Wen, who had spent the night together, finally went to sleep when the sky was already light. They had just done the most intimate thing. Song Mingjiao's body had an instinctive attachment and desire for He Wen, so he allowed He Wen to get on his dragon bed and sleep with him.
"Don't turn over and disturb me."
Song Mingjiao said stickyly.
"I understand."
He Wen didn't dare to move. He never thought that after serving the little emperor, he was not kicked out of the bedroom by him, but had the honor of lying on the dragon bed.
"Hey, reach out your hand, don't be so far away. Here, hold my waist, yes, right there. Well, I'm going to sleep."
The little emperor had many rules for sleeping properly, and just as many for sleeping properly. He confidently adjusted He Wen's position, choosing the position that made him most comfortable being held by a man. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction, announcing that he was going to sleep.
At this time, He Wen, who was touching Song Mingjiao's warm waist and abdomen, dared not move at all. His body was stiff and he hardly closed his eyes. He held on until Song Mingjiao woke up again.
*
After that day, Song Mingjiao and He Wen stayed in the hot spring palace for a few more days before returning to the palace.
As soon as he came back, Song Mingjiao met General Gu Linyuan who came to ask for a meeting.
"Are you here, my dear? What brings you to see me?"
Song Mingjiao, who was so well-nourished that she looked very fresh and fresh, exuded a lazy air even when she met Gu Linyuan alone.
"There has been some unrest in the north recently. In previous years, foreign tribes have always liked to harass the border not long after this time. Therefore, I would like to resign from Your Majesty in advance and go to the border to guard it first, just in case."
During this period, Gu Linyuan stayed in the capital, but he didn't see Song Mingjiao very often. This was because Gu Linyuan was basically only concerned with fighting. When there was no war, he would not express his opinions even when he was in the court to participate in politics. On weekdays, he would train soldiers in the barracks.
"My dear minister, you have devoted yourself to Daliang, and I will naturally not disapprove. It has been some time since my sixth brother went to Lingbei to provide disaster relief. I wonder how successful he is. If he can keep the people stable and provide them with sufficient food and fodder, he can also provide stable logistical supplies for the general."
Next, Song Mingjiao and Gu Linyuan discussed the issue of border defense.
The sun gradually sets and it is almost time for dinner.
Gu Linyuan has always cherished the time he could spend alone with Song Mingjiao, because since the day he took the emperor down from the palace wall, he always had hallucinations, as if he felt that the emperor was still in his arms, craving for that warmth and fragrance, but when he woke up, there was still only air in his arms.
Although the emperor sometimes liked to play, he was genuinely concerned about government affairs, the people, and the soldiers. Gu Linyuan and Song Mingjiao were still talking, and finally, when Eunuch Zhao came to remind him, he reluctantly said goodbye to Song Mingjiao.
"No need. I have lingered in the Yangxin Palace for too long today. It would be unbecoming of a benevolent ruler to let you return with an empty stomach. My dear, please stay and dine with me today."
Song Mingjiao was very pleased with Gu Linyuan's loyalty to the emperor. He was always willing to be magnanimous and reward such loyal ministers who did not need his concern. Moreover, when the northern tribes invaded, he would need this great general to work like a slave for him.
It was just a meal. Anyway, the meals in the palace were always very large. Even though Song Mingjiao had reminded people several times not to be too extravagant and wasteful, it had little effect, so he just let the kitchen do as it pleased.
"I thank your Majesty."
Gu Linyuan was flattered and stood up to express his gratitude. Coincidentally, at this moment, Song Mingjiao also stood up from his chair, walked to Gu Linyuan, and planned to go to the side hall for dinner.
But it was precisely this angle that allowed Gu Linyuan, who was a whole head taller than Song Mingjiao, to see the red marks on Song Mingjiao's neck.
Gu Linyuan's pupils shrank and his brain went blank for a moment. At first, he didn't react to what he saw.
But he followed Song Mingjiao, and as the emperor moved, his already loose robe swayed from side to side, revealing his snow-white neck.
Gu Linyuan could clearly identify that it was the mark left by another person on Song Mingjiao's neck, and the shape was definitely not caused by a mosquito bite, and the strength was definitely not left by a woman.
Gu Linyuan could even smell the dark possessiveness in the heart of the person who left these marks from those strawberries.
If it was a few inches lower, the red mark could be hidden under the shoulder and would not be noticed by anyone, but the man chose to leave it on the back of Song Mingjiao's neck, where it would only be discovered by men taller than the emperor, like a provocation to a potential rival.
Obviously, even though Gu Linyuan knew that someone did it on purpose, he still inevitably fell into the trap.
The bright moon he had been thinking about so much, the emperor he was loyal to, and the sweetheart he kept in his heart but dared not speak of, had all been taken away by someone else a long time ago!
——Which man is it? !
Song Mingjiao had just returned from the hot spring palace with He Wen yesterday. He had never stopped He Wen from leaving marks on him, but he only required He Wen to bathe and clean him afterward. This was because Song Mingjiao didn't like the sticky feeling of liquids left inside or on his body, but he didn't care about anything else.
So at dinner time, Song Mingjiao noticed that Gu Linyuan, who had been talking to him animatedly, suddenly became silent at the table, and seemed to have a gloomy face.
However, Song Mingjiao wasn't entirely sure. Compared to his snow-white skin, Gu Linyuan, who had endured years of exposure to the elements, had a complexion several shades darker, a pitch-black hue. How could one tell whether he had a dark complexion or not? To Song Mingjiao, they all looked the same.
"General, is there something on your mind?"
Song Mingjiao just asked casually. Compared with Prime Minister He Wen, who often had to get along with him openly or secretly, and Sixth Prince Song Chengnian, who always tried to create chance encounters to curry his favor, General Gu Linyuan was obviously much more taciturn and less proactive.
So after Song Mingjiao flirted with Gu Linyuan a few times at the beginning, he didn't take Gu Linyuan too seriously and just treated him as an ordinary monarch and minister.
But Gu Linyuan had actually been deeply in love with the emperor because of the occasional sweet favors he received, and he never thought that he was eliminated because of his poor tongue.
But the traces he had just seen clearly sounded a wake-up call for Gu Linyuan, making him realize that he could no longer wait silently. He had to actively fight for Song Mingjiao's favor in order to make her see him. Otherwise, when he returned from the border after a few months, Song Mingjiao would probably have forgotten him, Gu Linyuan, to the point where he had completely forgotten about him.
"I have nothing to do. I was just thinking about the soldiers' training. Due to the weather, the soldiers are inevitably slacking off and their morale is low. I would like to invite Your Majesty to visit the barracks to see it, which may also boost morale. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
"Military camp? Sure, I'd like to take a look."
Song Mingjiao was indeed interested in Gu Linyuan's proposal. If he was asked to fight the enemy and deploy troops, he would definitely not do it. No matter how much he had seen, he did not like those bloody scenes.
Most modern armies are products of high technology. Song Mingjiao is also a little curious about the differences in the ancient people's fighting methods. He also wants to see what the martial arts of ancient generals are like.
Gu Linyuan originally thought that a pampered person like Song Mingjiao would not be interested in the fighting and killing on the battlefield, but this was all he had.
Apart from such vulgar things as military camps and horse riding, the only things Gu Linyuan could do to win His Majesty's favor were not being able to accompany His Majesty on romantic occasions like Prime Minister He Wen, chatting about everything from the stars in the sky to the flowers and plants on the ground.
So he didn't expect that Song Mingjiao would agree so easily.
Song Mingjiao doesn't have a big appetite and is basically full by now.
"Has the General finished his meal?"
"Ah, I have done it, Your Majesty."
Gu Linyuan didn't know what Song Mingjiao intended to do, and put down his chopsticks in a daze. However, he didn't expect that the emperor would immediately grab his hand and lead him out.
"It's better to do it now than today. My dear, please lead the way and show me the military camp."
The last time he had physical contact with Song Mingjiao was when he picked someone up. So when this pair of warm and delicate hands came up to hold his, Gu Linyuan, who was so tall, was almost at a loss in front of Song Mingjiao.
After a long time, Song Mingjiao was unable to pull Gu Linyuan, who was standing there in a daze. When he turned around and looked at her in confusion, Gu Linyuan belatedly apologized. Then, after Song Mingjiao had taken a few steps, the originally fierce eyes of the general gradually softened and he looked at Song Mingjiao.
"Well, Your Majesty, please follow me."
*
It was evening when the two men arrived at the military camp. The setting sun cast a golden afterglow on the shooting range.
Song Mingjiao wasn't just there for fun; he had chosen this hour to arrive, precisely during the soldiers' evening training. Seeing the emperor arrive, the soldiers were overjoyed and began to use all their skills, hoping to impress the emperor.
Song Mingjiao was generous with his praise and encouragement for the soldiers who were defending Daliang. He even spontaneously organized several competitions and ordered Eunuch Zhao to reward those who performed well with gold and silk.
Because he was coming to the military camp, Song Mingjiao was wearing a slim-fitting robe with dark golden dragon patterns embroidered on it, which looked very luxurious.
Song Mingjiao had fair skin and a slender figure. Even the hands he extended when giving rewards to the victorious soldiers were flawless, forming a sharp contrast with those soldiers who were rough-skinned and covered in dust.
The final winner, Song Mingjiao, refused the reward that Eunuch Zhao wanted to hand over, took out a jade pendant from his waist and handed it over personally.
The soldier looked about the same age as Song Mingjiao, and he usually faced the rough guys in the barracks.
It was his first time meeting the emperor, a "handsome young man" with a clean, fragrant appearance, rosy lips, and white teeth. The soldier didn't even dare to look up at Song Mingjiao. He covered his rough hands with his sleeves and accepted the jade pendant with shame, not daring to touch the emperor's delicate skin.
But Song Mingjiao did not disdain the soldier's dishevel and unkempt appearance at all. Instead, he personally held his hand, raised it high in front of everyone, and gave a heartfelt speech to the soldiers in the entire camp.
Finally, amid everyone's applause and cheers, Song Mingjiao left time for the soldiers in evening training, quietly retreated, and no longer disturbed their training.
Song Mingjiao did not notice that after he left, the young soldier whose hand he had personally held looked at his back reluctantly, as if he had just fallen in love with Dou Chukai.
There was a tent specially set up for the general in the military camp. After Song Mingjiao completed a series of actions to win people's hearts, he was naturally served by the general Gu Linyuan and returned to the tent.
It was already dark at this moment, and the palace gates must have been locked. Song Mingjiao did not intend to rush back to the palace in the dark and windy night, so he would spend the night in Gu Linyuan's tent.
Normally, if Gu Linyuan was alone, he would just sleep with his clothes on. But the emperor, who always valued a refined life, obviously couldn't do that.
Even though the conditions were simple now, Song Mingjiao instructed Gu Linyuan to fill the bathtub with water and then give him a simple bath.
Song Mingjiao soaked in the bathtub, squinting his eyes, watching Gu Linyuan willingly running around for him, and his previous judgment of him began to waver.
——How does this look like a taciturn and unromantic attitude?
After bathing, Song Mingjiao refused the set of gorgeous clothes sent by Eunuch Zhao, and instead took the initiative to ask Gu Linyuan for his clothes.
"This military camp is almost your second residence. I'm sure you have a lot of clothes. Please pick one for me."
Gu Linyuan widened his eyes.
——The emperor wants to wear his clothes?
"Yes, I will go find it right away."
Gu Linyuan hurriedly agreed. After searching for a long time, he finally managed to pick out a piece of clothing. It was made of fine fabric confiscated during the invasion of the Western Regions. It was very soft and had no odor. He had only worn it once or twice, so he thought it would not offend His Majesty.
Song Mingjiao took the clothes handed to her by Gu Linyuan, stepped out of the bathtub without wearing shoes, and stepped barefoot on the soft wool blanket in the tent.
As a general, Gu Linyuan was already a size bigger than Song Mingjiao.
At this moment, Song Mingjiao was wearing Gu Linyuan's clothes. The hem of the clothes hung directly to the ground. Even the sleeves were longer and needed to be wrapped around several times and tied around the wrists. The loose clothes hugged Song Mingjiao's body, making her look like a child who had secretly put on adult clothes, or like what is called a "boyfriend shirt" in modern times.
Gu Linyuan didn't know what a "boyfriend shirt" was. He simply didn't dare to glance up, and kept his head down, serving the emperor until he felt Song Mingjiao stop in front of him and asked with a smile:
"General, why don't you look at me?"
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