After returning to Hongren Hall, Yin Chengyu continued to deal with the unfinished documents. When he had finished dealing with all the documents that needed to be reviewed, the people who were supposed to return had not returned yet. He frowned slightly, spread out a piece of rice paper, and picked up the brush to paint.

As soon as I started writing, the lines became messy.

He could only discard the rice paper and lay down another one. When he started to paint again, he felt that the artistic conception was not right, so he had to withdraw the paper and paint again.

After going through this several times and wasting four or five chapters of fine rice paper, the sun was already setting outside, but there was still a blank piece of paper in front of Yin Chengyu.

Just when I was about to put down my pen in a restless mood, I heard footsteps coming from outside.

Yin Chengyu snapped his wrist, looked up, and saw Xue Shu walking in.

Today he was wearing a dark red woven gold Qilin suit. The Qilin on his chest was majestic and glaring. The hatband with pearls was tightened under his chin, and the remaining long part hung down in front of his chest, swaying slightly as he walked. The whole person was like a Qilin on a patch, fierce and impressive.

Yin Chengyu withdrew his gaze calmly, his wrist suspended in the air, and the tip of the pen casually outlined a cold and hard contour.

But he soon realized what he had drawn, frowned, stopped writing, and glanced at the person standing next to him.

Xue Shu hadn't spoken a word since he came in. He kept his eyes downcast, and no one knew what he was thinking about, which was very different from his usual behavior.

An inexplicable feeling of unhappiness surged in his heart. Yin Chengyu put down his pen heavily, and the ink on the tip of the pen splashed out, instantly covering a piece of drawing paper.

Xue Shu heard the noise and looked up: "Your Highness?"

Yin Chengyu narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

After a moment, he said calmly, "This rice paper is not good. I always feel uncomfortable when painting. Go find some good ones."

The rice paper used in Hongren Hall was Chengxintang paper, which was Yin Chengyu's favorite. But today, it suddenly said that it was not easy to use... Xue Shu was a little confused, but he still went to the storehouse to get a new mud gold scroll.

After he spread out the paper, Yin Chengyu picked up the pen and lightly drew, his eyes slanting on him, and he still said: "Not good, change it again."

Xue Shu had no choice but to go to the warehouse to get it.

However, after changing four or five kinds of paper, Yin Chengyu was still not satisfied.

He raised his eyelashes, looked at Xue Shu from top to bottom, stroked the brush with his fingertips, and said slowly: "The rice paper today is not suitable for painting. I want to try changing a different kind of paper."

Xue Shu looked at him and could tell that he was unhappy and was deliberately trying to irritate him, but he couldn't guess the reason. He could only ask, "What does Your Highness want to change? I'll go find it."

"Sit over there, with your back to me, and take off your shirt." Yin Chengyu raised his chin slightly and pointed to the short golden footstool opposite the table.

Xue Shu's expression froze, he looked at him deeply, then sat down and pulled his shirt down to his waist.

Yin Chengyu held the inkstone in one hand and the brush in the other. He walked behind him, leaned over and looked carefully, as if thinking about where to start.

It is now the end of May and the weather is getting hotter. Xue Shu just came back from outside and is inevitably sweating a little.

Yin Chengyu frowned as he watched, took out his handkerchief and wiped it carefully, waving his hand and saying, "Lie forward a little, don't move around."

His fingers moved along his back through a layer of satin. Xue Shu tightened his jaw and leaned forward as he was told, but his back muscles tensed uncontrollably.

Yin Chengyu wiped off the sweat from his face before picking up the brush and dipping it in ink. The tip of the brush was suspended in the air behind him, moving as if about to fall.

Xue Shu was a martial artist, with a Buddhist temple behind him, and he never allowed outsiders to get close to him. But now Yin Chengyu was writing without putting it down, and the ink-soaked pen tip was hanging on his back, making him more nervous than if it were actually falling. His back muscles twitched slightly, and Xue Shu could even imagine the expression of his descendants.

He didn't know how to displease him, so he found ways to torture him.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth must be curled up in an extremely evil way.

Thinking of those full and upturned lips, Xue Shu's Adam's apple moved and he called out in a low voice, "Your Highness."

Yin Chengyu did not respond, as if he had finally admired enough, and the suspended pen tip dropped, leaving a stroke on the left side of his back.

The soft tip of the brush was dipped in ink and stroked across the skin, causing a slight chill and an itchy sensation.

Xue Shu's eyes twitched, and he clenched his fists to control himself and not move.

After one stroke, there were two more, three more…

The person behind me seemed to be finally satisfied with the new "paper" and began to write fluently. After less than two quarters of an hour, I heard the person behind me say with a smile, "It's done."

He seemed very satisfied with the painting. He leaned over and looked at it carefully, his warm breath spraying on his skin, hotter than the summer temperature.

“I am very pleased with this painting.”

A deliberately suppressed voice rang in his ears, and Xue Shu felt something scratching his back again. It was not a brush, but Yin Chengyu's fingers.

The fingers stroked slowly and caressed gently.

Xue Shu's throat tightened, and his voice was restrained and hoarse: "I want to see your painting."

Yin Chengyu chuckled and did not refuse. He went outside and asked someone to bring a bronze mirror, which he placed diagonally behind him and asked him to look at it himself.

Even the laughter was evil.

Xue Shu turned his head to look in the mirror. He first saw a tree full of red plum blossoms behind him, and then he saw a pair of entangled figures under the tree.

It turned out to be Fuchun. Palace map.

"How's my painting?" Yin Chengyu put down the mirror and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Xue Shu licked his lips, his voice getting deeper: "Very vivid."

Yin Chengyu looked at the lust on his face, which was not unfamiliar to him, and laughed again. He threw the brush back on the table and ordered him to leave: "I have finished painting, and Lord Xue can leave now."

"Your Highness, just use it and throw it away." Xue Shu's feet did not move, as if they had taken root.

"I just want to throw it away after using it. What do you think?" Yin Chengyu leaned closer to him, his fingertips slid down the high bridge of his nose and pressed on his lips.

Xue Shu's eyes deepened slightly. He grabbed his wrist and bit hard on the provocative finger, revealing a bit of cruelty: "Your Highness can give it a try."

He was like a ferocious beast whose scales were suddenly touched, and there was a dark tide and a fierce light in his deep black eyes.

Yin Chengyu frowned and looked at him, wanting to say something, but his lip was suddenly bitten.

Xue Shu's movements were fierce and urgent, and the arms that restrained him were strong and powerful. When Yin Chengyu struggled, he found that he was difficult to shake.

This feeling of losing control and having the power reversed reminded him of his previous life. At that time, the Nine Thousand Years Old was so unshakable, like a wild beast that plundered at will and was out of control.

Since the two of them had been talking frankly to each other, Xue Shu hadn't been so out of control for a long time.

The smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth. Yin Chengyu was stunned for a moment, and then his anger surged up. He also fought back rudely, panting and saying, "What's wrong with you?"

Xue Shu said nothing, but leaned over and bit him even more ferociously.

…

The hall was in a mess, and the neatly stacked documents on the desk were swept to the ground.

Yin Chengyu straightened his clothes and looked at the mess in the room. His anger grew even more intense. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Xue Shu, then turned his sleeves and went back to the bedroom to clean up: "Clean up the room!"

That night, Xue Shu did not stay in the bedroom.

The next morning, he came to help wash up as usual, but when Yin Chengyu looked at his face, he remembered the fight between wild beasts yesterday. He couldn't put on a good face, and drove him out without waiting for him to say anything.

Seeing no one around, Yin Chengyu finally calmed down and went to Hongren Hall to handle the affairs.

The coronation ceremony is imminent, and officials from various ministries come to discuss matters every day. Today, the Ministry of Rites and the Hanlin Academy finally drafted the temple name and posthumous title of the late emperor, and they are here to make the final decision.

Yin Chengyu looked at the posthumous titles such as "Wen, Kang, Jing" presented by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, thought for a moment, rejected them all, and only picked up the pen to write the word "Ling".

"This word is more suitable."

To achieve fame without hard work is called spiritual; to be chaotic but not damaged is called spiritual; to be good at offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods is called spiritual.

"Ling" is indeed a posthumous title.

During all the years since the establishment of the Great Yan Dynasty, no emperor had ever used a bad posthumous title, even the most cruel and absurd Emperor Xiaozong. The late emperor also chose a beautiful posthumous title to show his filial piety.

Several officials looked at each other, wanting to say something but not daring to.

In the end, it was the Minister of Rites who reacted faster and agreed obediently.

After meeting with several groups of officials in Hongren Hall, Yin Chengyu did not return to his bedroom until noon. Zheng Duobao came forward with the hastily made dragon robes: "The knitting bureau has sent the dragon robes. Please try them on, and if there is anything inappropriate, ask them to modify them."

Yin Chengyu nodded, went into the bedroom, and Zheng Duobao helped him change his clothes.

Zheng Duobao carefully untied his belt and ornaments, and when he was about to loosen his outer robe by wrapping it behind his body, his eyes suddenly paused, and he turned around and asked the waiting seal-holder of the Needlework Bureau and the serving palace maids to leave.

"Why did you send everyone away?" Yin Chengyu was confused.

Zheng Duobao looked at him, hesitant to speak, his eyes constantly scanning the back of his neck, his face full of embarrassment.

Your Highness has not had a concubine yet, so it is obvious who left the tooth mark on your neck.

He had served His Highness for so many years, and he had been in charge of all matters in Ciqing Palace. Later, Xue Shu followed His Highness, and many things were taken over by him. Although he did not understand it at first, as time went by, he began to understand the things between His Highness and Xue Shu.

It's just that he never realizes it.

But today there is really no way to fool around.

Zheng Duobao said hesitantly, "The teeth marks on your neck have not disappeared yet, so you need to cover them up."

As he said this, he couldn't help but complain in his heart that Xue Shu was so bold that he dared to leave marks on the dragon's body!

Yin Chengyu reacted as soon as he heard the teeth marks and his face darkened.

He and Xue Shu had always had a tacit understanding that no matter how intense the sex was, they would not leave marks in places that could be easily noticed. But yesterday, both of them lost control, and he did not notice that Xue Shu had left a mark on the back of his neck.

I raised my hand and touched that place, and found that the collar should be able to cover it.

Yin Chengyu frowned and said, "Forget it, just use some powder to cover it up and try it out for size."

Zheng Duobao had no choice but to find some facial powder to cover his face, and then helped him put on the dragon robe before letting the head of the weaving bureau come in to check the size.

After the head of the weaving department finished measuring and left, Yin Chengyu changed into his casual clothes and said in a deep voice, "Go and call Xue Shu."