As soon as Qin Ge approached, his official hat was lifted off his head.
Not the kind of lifting, but the literal meaning of lifting.
Jun Chenbi found Qin Ge's official hat cumbersome and reached out to remove it for him. Underneath the hat, Qin Ge's long, dark hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. Jun Chenbi touched it and gently pulled the ebony hairpin outward, causing the boy's tied-up hair to fall down, adding a touch of carefree elegance.
Jun Chenbi pulled Qin Ge into his arms, face to face, burying his face in Qin Ge's neck. His body and black hair exuded a light, slightly bitter, cool fragrance, which the emperor took a sniff.
Qin Ge felt like a cat being sucked, being excessively affectionate.
He shifted slightly, "Your Majesty..."
"Don't move." Jun Chenbi raised his hand and pinched the back of Qin Ge's neck, his voice stern and brooking no refusal, carrying a hint of command, "Let me hug you."
Qin Ge immediately dared not move and let him hold her, reminding him, "It's just a hug."
Jun Chenbi did not respond.
Qin Ge took it as a yes.
After the couple had been whispering sweet nothings to each other in the palace for a while, Qin Ge reminded the emperor that it was time to review the memorials.
A few days ago, the two of them were so engrossed in their revelry that they were oblivious to the world around them. The tyrant didn't even attend the morning court session, but all the memorials that were supposed to be submitted by the officials and people from all over the country were still piled up into a small mountain, which was then moved from the Hall of Mental Cultivation to the imperial bedchamber.
Qin Ge had only been using the excuse of staying on duty to avoid further mischief today.
His mission was to assist a wise ruler and guide a tyrant toward benevolent governance, not to become a "femme fatale" who would tempt a tyrant to "neglect his morning court duties."
Jun Chenbi reluctantly loosened his grip slightly. Qin Ge was about to leave to straighten his clothes and begin his official duties when the arm around his waist suddenly tightened again. Qin Ge was puzzled, wondering why Jun Chenbi was doing this: "Your Majesty?"
The tyrant's phoenix eyes were deep, as if sparks were flashing within them. He stared at Qin Ge with fervor and demanded, "Give me a kiss."
"..."
Qin Ge, “...Your Majesty, we agreed it would only be a hug.”
Jun Chenbi said, "What you said, I did not agree to."
Qin Ge's eyes widened slightly.
I never imagined that a monarch would act so brazenly and shamelessly!
That's not fair!
Jun Chenbi's phoenix eyes flickered, avoiding the boy's gaze.
But the hand gripping the boy's waist wouldn't let go, clearly indicating to him—
He won't let go unless he gets the intimacy he wants.
What to do when a tyrant cheats?
Of course only—
Forgive him!
Qin Ge couldn't help but sigh, looking like he had no idea what to do with her.
Sitting on Jun Chenbi's lap, he leaned forward and kissed the emperor's chin first.
She moved up a little further before finally kissing the corner of his mouth.
Jun Chenbi was naturally not satisfied with such a brief kiss. If it weren't for his top scholar's desire for him to be a wise ruler, urging him to handle government affairs and review memorials, Jun Chenbi would have pressed the young man down on the desk in front of him right now...
This light kiss, of course, could not satisfy the tyrannical and autocratic emperor.
Jun Chenbi's dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, then he took the initiative.
Qin Ge gave the tyrant a perfunctory kiss on the corner of his lips, and was about to pull away to say, "Is that enough?", but before she could do so, Jun Chenbi kissed her.
Unrestrained intimacy.
…
In the emperor's palace, countless tender spring scenes unfolded.
Qin Ge's black hair was spread out on the table, while Jun Chenbi's long hair cascaded down, intertwining with his...
Jun Chenbi had a beautiful face with a hint of crimson at the corner of her eyes, making her both beautiful and enchanting.
Looking at the somewhat bewitched and confused Qin Ge, he closed his eyes tightly and thought somewhat irrationally:
It seems like it's okay to deal with the memorial tomorrow... right?
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