"Yes, I obey your command." Ling Shian said no more and bowed and left.
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Prince Hui's Mansion.
That night.
Prince Hui Zhong Ming'e just returned to the capital from the imperial mausoleum today. After he went to the palace to pay his respects to the emperor and the empress dowager, it was already dark. At this time, he was lying in the study with his eyes closed, resting his mind. He was really exhausted from traveling these days. He really wanted to have a good sleep. But he couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, Liao Chongwu's face would appear in his mind. Zhong Ming'e felt very sad but also very sweet. He turned over and buried his face in the pillow, imagining the short time he spent with Liao Chongwu in the imperial mausoleum. He savored the taste scene by scene.
"Ming'e. When can I see you again?" The night before he left, Liao Chongwu tortured Zhong Ming'e to death. In the end, Zhong Ming'e cried so hard that his voice became out of tune. Only then did he let him go. But he still held him tightly. Zhong Ming'e also let him hold her like this. The two sweaty men held each other tightly. There was no space between them.
"I'm afraid we have to wait until..." When he said this, Zhong Ming'e's voice was hoarse and full of sadness. "Wait until the New Year."
Yes, apart from the ancestor worship at the end of the year, he, a first-rank prince, really had no other reason to run to the imperial mausoleum.
"That leaves five months." Liao Chongwu stroked his sweaty hair and whispered, "More than 150 days. How are we going to get through this?"
Yes, how can we endure it?
For a moment, both of them were silent. Apart from the heavy breathing, there was no other sound in the bedroom. Zhong Minge leaned closer to Liao Chongwu's arms, then raised his head to kiss Liao Chongwu's sweaty chin, stammering: "How about... how about you, you come again?"
"What next?" Liao Chongwu was startled, then he understood. He felt his heart warm up, and then he suddenly leaned over and kissed the trembling red lips vigorously until Zhong Minge's hands timidly placed on his waist again. He then let go of Zhong Minge, grabbed her hand that was about to go down, and said in a hoarse voice, "No more, you can't bear it."
"I... I can bear it! Really!" Zhong Minge said anxiously, and then planned to prove himself with his own actions. He wanted to get up and kiss Liao Chongwu, but as soon as he moved his body, he let out a cry of "Ouch!" and then fell back on the bed.
"Lie down quietly!" Liao Chongwu frowned and reached out to rub Zhong Ming'e's waist. Seeing Zhong Ming'e sweating all over his face, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Why are you weaker than before? And thinner?"
Zhong Ming'e had been weak since childhood, but he was raised with precious medicines and expensive treasures, so his body was not strong, but still okay. However, when he came to the imperial mausoleum this time, Liao Chongwu found that he was obviously thinner than before, his complexion was not very good, and he sweated easily.
"No...nothing." Zhong Minge's face froze, and then he turned his face to the other side.
Liao Chongwu looked at his obviously protruding collarbone, feeling really distressed. He reached out to touch Zhong Minge's shoulder, but as soon as he touched Zhong Minge's sweaty shoulder, Liao Chongwu was stunned, as if he remembered something. He paused, then hesitantly leaned close to Zhong Minge's ear and whispered, "Is it because of the medicine you took?"
The reason why Zou was able to get pregnant was because of the rejuvenation pills that Zhong Minge took. However, Liao Chongwu didn't know how much Zhong Minge had taken and how long she had been taking them. But he was sure that the medicine was too strong and had hurt Zhong Minge's body. For a moment, he felt very uncomfortable, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with all kinds of feelings flooding into his heart.
"Mother said that no matter how incompetent a man is, as long as he eats... one pill, it will definitely work." Zhong Ming'e's body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly turned around after a while. He didn't dare to look at Liao Chongwu, but buried his head in Liao Chongwu's arms, pressed his face tightly against Liao Chongwu's chest, and whispered, "But I... I have to eat three pills for it to work, and I have to think of you every time..."
"I know, I know," Liao Chongwu felt as if a blunt knife was cutting his flesh. He hugged Zhong Ming'e tightly, rubbing her trembling back with his big hands, and said lovingly, "Ming'e, don't say anymore, don't say anymore."
"Liao Chongwu, I... I feel I am extremely dirty, really dirty. You... You don't dislike me, but I am not clean after all," Zhong Minge couldn't stop crying. He cried wantonly towards that warm chest. He was a son of a rich family, but now he was crying like a child. "Liao Chongwu, I hate you so much. I hate that I am incompetent and can only be manipulated by others. I hate that I am a coward. I can't protect the one I want to protect, I can't insist on the one I want to insist on, and I can only push the one I want to love away from me. Liao Chongwu, I really hate you so much!"
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