Chapter 45: You are committing insubordination in the Golden Palace!
In the breeze, Gu Linyuan's heart was pounding.
Even after many years, the emperor who once touched Gu Linyuan's heart has long gone, and he has long become the guardian military god of Daliang, but Gu Linyuan will still remember this day, remember the heart on this day, and it has been restless all the time.
The wind on the city wall was very strong, but it did not affect Gu Linyuan's ability to clearly hear every word Song Mingjiao said to him.
Song Mingjiao was wearing a plain white robe today, with a dark golden cloak on the outside. The robe was embroidered with dragon patterns and auspicious clouds, and there was a dark gray furry collar at the collar, which framed Song Mingjiao's beautiful face.
It should be a dignified and aloof attire, but when Song Mingjiao smiled at Gu Linyuan, when those eyes as clear as spring water looked at him with a smile, when those soft lips pressed against his, Gu Linyuan could even feel the sweet scent of Song Mingjiao.
Our ancestors once said: "A gentleman will die for his friend."
Gu Linyuan is like this now, the only thought in his heart is:
——No matter what Song Mingjiao asked him to do, even if it meant death, he was willing to do it.
Just a kiss, and the general surrendered before Song Mingjiao. Song Mingjiao avoided everyone's sight. For him, it was just a spur-of-the-moment impulse.
Song Mingjiao couldn't tell whether he was more interested in winning people's hearts or playing with people. Anyway, true love could probably only be seen by Gu Linyuan.
"Have a safe journey."
Song Mingjiao stretched out his hand and patted Gu Linyuan's cold armor a few times. Then Gu Linyuan seemed to be injected with chicken blood. He was full of energy in front of him. Finally, he saluted and said goodbye. Even when he went down the city gate, he seemed to be hesitant.
Fortunately, the situation at the scene was serious, and Gu Linyuan himself did not show any obvious signs of panic, so no one noticed the beating heart behind this polite scene between the monarch and his subjects.
Except for one other person, who always kept his eyes on Song Mingjiao.
Song Mingjiao could feel the gaze of He Wen beside him. If gazes had substance, he felt that the back of his neck must have been held down by He Wen, tossed over and over again, licked and bitten harshly as if it were a punishment, many times, right?
That's really interesting.
Song Mingjiao remembered that this was ancient society, and he had no intention of exposing his affair with the general in front of all the ministers and soldiers, so he chose this angle to kiss Gu Linyuan.
Others couldn't see it, but He Wen, whose mind and eyes were filled with only Song Mingjiao, could notice Song Mingjiao's actions.
But Song Mingjiao never looked back. He felt that when He Wen wanted to board the emperor's ship, he should be prepared, because the ship could not only carry one person.
Song Mingjiao looked at Gu Linyuan, carefully admonishing the general who was about to risk his life for him. He Wen, on the other hand, looked at Song Mingjiao. His hands, hidden under his robe, had already been clenched into fists, his nails even digging into his palms, leaving a few traces of blood. His eyes were dark, and he stared at Song Mingjiao's back motionlessly.
Gu Linyuan, fully armored and riding a warhorse, stood at the front of the army, waving the banner handed to him by his deputy. He glanced back at Song Mingjiao, who was still standing on the city wall. The sight of the man's long hair and robes fluttering in the wind left a last impression on his eyes, and he gave the order:
"Set off."
No one knew that General Gu Linyuan, who was firmly issuing orders to the entire army, was also making a firm decision in his heart:
If he could return victorious this time and guard the border of Daliang for his emperor, he would want to express his feelings to his beloved one last time for his own selfish reasons.
*
After sending the army away, Song Mingjiao actually had little to do except to receive intelligence from the front line on a regular basis.
At that time, Song Mingjiao kissed another man in front of his current lover He Wen. When he was on the city wall, he could feel He Wen's anger and jealousy through the air. He thought that after returning to the palace, He Wen would come to him privately and angrily to question him.
But unexpectedly, He Wen looked calm, as if nothing had happened. He adhered to the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects and interacted and reported matters to Song Mingjiao normally.
Oh, he is worthy of being the Prime Minister, he is really tolerant.
Since He Wen did not take the initiative to find Song Mingjiao, Song Mingjiao naturally would not bow his head and explain to He Wen.
The two of them had been maintaining a delicate atmosphere while getting along with each other, and even the eunuch Zhao who was serving them noticed something was wrong.
However, this shaky atmosphere of peace did not last for a few days and was broken after a routine court meeting.
Because of the war in the north, the court meetings of the past few days have largely revolved around the border. However, the army had only just set out, and no latest military intelligence had yet been released. Even so, neither the civil officials nor the military commanders who remained in the court had the energy to report other trivial matters at this moment.
So Song Mingjiao had a very easy time these days. He would sit on the dragon throne in the Golden Palace every day and listen to a few words. He didn't even need to say anything himself, as Eunuch Zhao would just say "attend court" or "dismiss court", and that was almost the end of it.
The same is true today.
The ministers had all left, leaving only a few palace maids and eunuchs cleaning the Golden Throne Hall. When Song Mingjiao was about to leave, he suddenly discovered that there was a figure leaning against the front pillar of the Golden Throne Hall.
——He Wen hasn’t left yet.
Is it finally coming?
Song Mingjiao couldn't contain his joy and excitement. Was He Wen finally making a move? He knew that this man would never be able to endure for more than a few days.
Song Mingjiao walked down the stairs from the top and stood in front of He Wen. He was half a head shorter than He Wen, but wearing the emperor's tall crown, when viewed from the side, their shadows were actually almost the same height.
"My dear, why don't you leave? Is there anything else you want to report to me?"
Song Mingjiao raised his chin slightly, with a look of dignity and pride on his face.
He Wen's eyes were dark and he said nothing as he looked at the emperor in front of him who was pretending to be serious but with a hint of expectation on his lips.
Song Mingjiao's bad mentality, which was extremely similar to a child's prank, was finally exposed in front of He Wen.
"Hmm? My dear?"
Song Mingjiao even tilted his head, and as he moved, the bead curtain above his head made a crisp sound of collision.
Suddenly, He Wen grabbed Song Mingjiao's knees without saying a word and picked him up horizontally.
Song Mingjiao was wearing the most elaborate dragon robe today, adorned with countless jade pendants, ornaments, and bead curtains. Because of He Wen's action, Song Mingjiao's body emitted various crisp, dull, and continuous sounds.
The sound was not loud at first, but in the empty Golden Palace at that moment, it was extremely eye-catching.
Song Mingjiao, who was being picked up, did not show any expression or make any sound of resistance.
On the contrary, the palace maid who was cleaning the Golden Throne Hall with her head down and had been trying to reduce her presence could not help but look up when she heard the voice.
Then, the palace maid saw the prime minister brazenly holding the emperor in his arms and even walking towards the high platform. She was so shocked that she let out a cry.
This exclamation, like thunder, fell beside He Wen and Song Mingjiao, breaking the seemingly calm atmosphere between them.
He Wen's expressionless face now completely sank.
“Puff—”
Unlike He Wen's anger, Song Mingjiao, who was being held and imprisoned, actually laughed in He Wen's arms.
His body was so close to He Wen's that even if he covered his mouth with it, it seemed to penetrate his chest and reach He Wen's heart.
Eunuch Zhao, who was supervising the eunuchs' actions on the other side of the hall, ran over when he saw this and scolded the palace maid. Then, without even bothering to clean the Golden Palace, he quickly took everyone away and left the stage for his little ancestor to perform.
Before leaving, Eunuch Zhao glanced at the excited little emperor and sighed in his heart:
Alas, in broad daylight. Alas, the morals of the world are declining. Alas, it's too shameful to watch.
Finally, the Golden Palace returned to its proper silence, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of He Wen's footsteps walking on the golden bricks in the palace.
He walked up the platform step by step, always holding Song Mingjiao, and threw Song Mingjiao back onto the dragon throne that belonged to the emperor.
Although it was said to be "thrown", Song Mingjiao actually did not feel the huge impact or pain. His waist and abdomen were protected by someone without leaving any trace.
Before Song Mingjiao could find a comfortable position on the wide dragon throne, a shadow was cast in front of his eyes.
He Wen supported himself with his hands on both sides of Song Mingjiao's body, and with an anger that could not be ignored and had been suppressed for a long time, he pressed him against the back of the dragon throne, forcing Song Mingjiao to straighten his waist and abdomen and press against the cold carvings.
"Your Majesty! Why did you do this? Why did you kiss him? Wasn't serving Your Majesty good enough?"
He Wen's voice was low and he was breathing heavily, completely disregarding the ethics between the ruler and his subjects.
"I like it." Song Mingjiao smiled. "Sir He, if it's just a snack, you'll get tired of it if you eat too much. A silent warrior like Lin Yuan, who tastes it occasionally, has a unique flavor."
As Song Mingjiao spoke, he felt that the crown on his head was too heavy. He reached out and impatiently took off all the decorations on his head and threw them on the ground beside him.
Three thousand long black hairs fell softly in front of He Wen like a waterfall. He could even smell the faint fragrance of the emperor's hair.
The current posture made it convenient for Song Mingjiao to stretch out her calf, touch He Wen's thigh, and slide back and forth.
The complexity of Song Mingjiao's attire was not only reflected in his robes, but even the boots on his feet were decorated with silver ornaments. At this moment, the jingling sound was like witchcraft, almost burning He Wen's sanity.
Lin Yuan? So intimate!
"It's my incompetence. Your Majesty wanted to play tricks, but I failed to satisfy Your Majesty, so Your Majesty has to steal other people's fragrance!"
Hearing Song Mingjiao's words, He Wen leaned down. On the surface, he even seemed to have calmed down. He even apologized to Song Mingjiao and reflected on his behavior.
But He Wen's eyes were now so deep and dark that one could not see the bottom.
He Wen suddenly stretched out his hands to unbutton Song Mingjiao's robe. The hands that had written down various policies for the people of Daliang were now using anger to hide their panic in front of the emperor.
"Master He, what are you going to do?"
Song Mingjiao used only one finger to stop He Wen's actions. Her white and slender fingers, like peeled onion roots, rested on the back of He Wen's hand and rubbed it gently back and forth. It was clearly a gesture of rejection, but Song Mingjiao created a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere for no reason.
Song Mingjiao's eyes were filled with laughter, and the ending of his voice was very light, as if tempting people to tear his robes apart.
"Fuck you."
Simple and crude.
Song Mingjiao couldn't help laughing again. His current Prime Minister, Lord He Wen, as the head of the civil officials, had always been self-disciplined and respectful of propriety. How could he be like this now? There were sparks in his eyes, and his hands that were unbuttoning his robe seemed to be in a hurry. There was not a bit of the usual calm and elegant demeanor of the Prime Minister.
He Wen had a sullen face and did not stop at all because of Song Mingjiao's laughter. After sleeping in the same bed together for so many times, he had already known the emperor's dragon robe by heart. Perhaps he even knew Song Mingjiao's robe better than Song Mingjiao, who was not good at taking care of herself.
Song Mingjiao's collar had been unbuttoned, and hidden under the bright yellow robe was Song Mingjiao's still fair neck and collarbone, without any trace of marks or flaws on them, because it had been a long time since the last time they had physical contact.
"Well... Lord He, you are being too rude."
Song Mingjiao's hand was pressed against He Wen's chest, as if he was reluctant to accept but also reluctantly, and his fingertips were drawing circles, teasing He Wen with all his might, who was furious in every sense of the word.
Of course he had the ability to resist, but seeing He Wen's gloomy face and suppressed anger, Song Mingjiao was not afraid at all, he even felt a little excited and expectant.
It is impossible for a man to hurt him, so this kind of anger is like flirting to Song Mingjiao. Anyway, he is used to the Prime Minister's respectfulness, so Song Mingjiao is very much looking forward to what kind of novel experience He Wen will bring him later.
tear——
It was the sound of robes being torn.
"Your Majesty, this is what I call rude."
He Wen looked at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne. His fair skin and the golden carvings complemented each other. His eyes were as smart as a fox. Although he said he was rejecting him, his hands never stopped teasing him.
Until this moment, the little emperor still only regarded this as a game, and the general became a tool for flirting between them. Of course, it was also possible that he became a tool for flirting between the emperor and the general. The suppressed emotions and unbearable anger in He Wen's heart were almost bursting out.
He Wen said this angrily, but he was indeed sad deep down in his heart.
——Does it take all of Song Mingjiao's soft flesh to be molded into his shape, so that the emperor's heart will be filled with his name for a moment?
Song Mingjiao couldn't understand He Wen's anger. He just thought that she kissed another man in front of him, so he was jealous, that's all.
He only felt a sudden chill in his chest and waist, and the skin that should have been covered was exposed in the empty and solemn Golden Palace.
Song Mingjiao used the strength of his waist to stand up slightly, letting the remaining cloth slide past him. He leaned close to the ear of He Wen, who had done something bad and looked unhappy, and threatened him lightly, but his tone was teasing.
"Prime Minister, you are committing treason, desecrating the imperial robe, and committing high treason. Do you know what this crime is? I will punish you and severely punish you—"
Before Song Mingjiao could finish his words, He Wen grabbed his face and forcibly pulled him in front of He Wen.
Kiss.
This kiss was not gentle and affectionate, but instead carried a long-hidden anger. He bit Song Mingjiao's lips fiercely, and his teeth rubbed every inch of her lips, as if to cover all traces of another person, even though so many days had passed and there was no trace of anyone else.
After a long time, He Wen finally let go of Song Mingjiao's lips, which had become extremely red and even a little wet.
The man rubbed Song Mingjiao's nose with the tip of his nose and whispered, "Mingjiao, don't call me that. I don't want to be called 'Prime Minister' or 'Lord'. Just call me by my name, okay?"
Song Mingjiao blinked, not understanding He Wen's intention of insisting on this. After a while, he rolled his eyes and said, "Okay."
Then he called out, "He, Wen."
They were obviously just two ordinary words, but when they came out of Song Mingjiao's mouth, they had a lot of twists and turns.
He Wen only felt that he heard the sound of nature, and it was as if he heard the most seductive siren, seducing out all his deepest desires.
"Um......"
As soon as he uttered those two words, Song Mingjiao groaned, and something surged out from the deepest coast, filling him up completely, leaving no room left.
The Golden Palace was still empty and solemn. The place that should have been filled with ministers was now filled with only golden bricks reflecting the light, silently watching the absurdity on the dragon throne.
"Mingjiao, Your Majesty, I love you so much."
Can you love me once?
As He Wen moved, he whispered in Song Mingjiao's ear. His movements were obviously extremely rough, but the words he said were like prayers, praying to a god who seemed like he would never understand.
"Um, slow down, it's so cold... Hug me."
Song Mingjiao was pressed in the center of the dragon throne, completely unable to escape from He Wen's desire. The stimulation was too strong, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking about what He Wen said. He just urged He Wen to hug him tighter.
This is the most intimate kind of love.
But two of them have completely different states of mind, one in the sky and the other in the earth.
Urged on by the emperor's coquettish whispers, He Wen couldn't resist at all. He had no choice but to pick up the delicate Song Mingjiao from the cold dragon throne and hold her tightly in his arms.
Song Mingjiao's pair of slender legs were completely exposed and wrapped around He Wen's waist. The weight of her whole body was pressed on He Wen, and only the middle part was connected.
The emperor's body was pressed tightly against him, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. What more could he ask for?
He Wen finally surrendered.
Originally, he was the only one sulking. Song Mingjiao, who was completely confused, didn't even know what he was angry about. He just regarded this absurdity as a new flirtation and even enjoyed it.
He Wen had no choice but to stroke the little emperor's soft cheek and comfort himself.
Song Mingjiao, who was tossed up and down and dazed, felt the attack suddenly slow down. His furry head poked out from He Wen's arms and asked in confusion, "Why did it stop?"
He Wen was so angry that he laughed. His mood, which had originally calmed down, felt angry again.
"Okay, Your Majesty, I will satisfy Your Majesty."
Suddenly, a slight sound of water was heard in the empty Golden Palace.
There were also two voices whispering softly.
"Your Majesty, look, this is where I usually look at Your Majesty when I attend court. Do you remember?"
"You're not allowed to point!"
"And over there, that's where the six ministers are standing. They can just see your majesty's body right now. All those eyes are fixed on you. Your majesty, are you still feeling cold?"
"You, damn it!"
......
Doing this kind of thing in the Golden Palace, even though Song Mingjiao was excited for a while, after he calmed down after being satisfied, he still felt it was a bit absurd and embarrassing.
We definitely can’t call those palace maids and eunuchs in and let others see this scene!
After being satisfied, Song Mingjiao kicked He Wen's leg and said, "You go and clean it up. Don't let others do it."
He Wen agreed good-temperedly, picked up all the clothes scattered on the ground, and wiped off all the liquids and traces on the dragon throne.
Even the corner of the dragon throne's armrest had suspicious water marks, which were left by He Wen holding Song Mingjiao and having someone rub against it.
Song Mingjiao felt her ears turn red for the first time in a long time, and she kicked He Wen again in anger: "Don't look!"
*
After the incident in the Golden Palace, both Song Mingjiao and He Wen tacitly agreed not to mention Gu Linyuan, the fuse, in private.
However, Song Mingjiao would occasionally feel a little uncomfortable sitting on the still cold dragon throne when attending court or discussing matters.
But he would adjust quickly and continue to read the good news from the front.
The generals were discussing that General Gu Linyuan had displayed his full power in this battle. As soon as he rushed to the battlefield, he defeated the Northern Barbarians and left them with no chance of resistance.
They used their troops extremely aggressively, not giving the barbarians any chance to breathe, and marched day and night, as if they wanted to achieve victory in the shortest time possible.
I heard that the newly appointed barbarian Khan wanted to make some harsh remarks in front of the battlefield before the two armies engaged in battle.
But who would have thought that Gu Linyuan would just have a cold face and take the bow from the deputy general without saying a word. Then he pulled the bowstring which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and shot an arrow at the flag above the Khan's head. The long arrow cut through the air and also filled the morale of the Daliang soldiers.
The Khan was so frightened that he dared not move. Gu Linyuan, wearing armor, raised his spear and pointed it directly at the barbarian army. He did not give the other side a chance to speak, and only ordered: "Kill."
Song Mingjiao seemed to be able to penetrate time and space through the words on the paper, and saw the general fighting for his throne on the front line. He curved his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
It seems that this method of encouragement is very effective.
Time passes by.
Victory news continued to arrive from the front lines, and envoys even walked tremblingly into the Golden Palace to ask for peace from the current emperor of Daliang. All kinds of silks, beautiful women and delicacies were willing to be presented to the emperor.
"beauty?"
After hearing the envoy's conditions, Song Mingjiao smiled without comment, which made the envoy even more frightened, fearing that he would not be able to return alive.
"Your country is really good at making conditions."
Song Mingjiao felt that He Wen below was eager to kill the envoy with his eyes, and if the generals far away at the front knew that he had agreed to such conditions, they would probably want to come back immediately and give him another "Golden Palace Incident".
"Your Majesty?"
Song Mingjiao threw out the letter of peace, and there was no emotion in the voice of the almighty emperor.
"My generals and my soldiers are still fighting for me. Leave your country's conditions in the underworld and ask them of the dead people."
The envoy returned in disappointment.
Winter goes and spring comes.
Finally, on a spring day when flowers were blooming, the sound of waving flags was heard outside the capital.
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