The eunuch led her to the door, and Song Ying carefully stepped over the threshold. Inside, Nan Yu was studying the strategies for governing the country. The emperor had great power, but also great pressure, so even the lazy Nan Yu couldn't slack off.
When Song Ying came in, Deng Xin glanced at her casually, and her eyes widened in surprise.
I could barely hold the book in my hand.
Song Ying bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Nan Yu: ???
So engrossed in admiring his good looks, Song Ying didn't hear him speak at all. She could only keep bowing and admiring him until she came to her senses. She got up, walked around the table, and helped him up. Song Ying almost shook off his hand, but she managed to stay still.
The lamp wick pulled him onto the couch, and with a push, Song Ying dared not disobey and could only fall backward.
As the young emperor pressed down, Song Ying's pupils constricted sharply.
Nan Yu stared at his face, scrutinizing him closely. She placed her fingers on his brow bone and gently massaged it, slowly moving downwards. Song Ying's body suddenly tensed up.
The lamp wick patted him lightly on the waist.
Song Ying instinctively pushed him away.
The young emperor was pushed off the bed and rolled over. Upon seeing this, Song Ying quickly got off the bed and knelt down. His nervousness was evident in his movements, but his tone was as cold as ever: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Nan Yu helped herself up and sat back down on the couch.
He couldn't help but groan softly, inwardly lamenting his misfortune.
I think I strained my back when I fell; it hurts a bit. I tried to lie on the bed to ease the pain, but it still hurt. I turned my head slightly to the person under the bed and said, "Get up and rub it for me."
Despite her reluctance, Song Shijun could only obediently sit on the edge of the couch, staring at Nan Yu's back. Not knowing where the other was in pain, she simply rubbed his shoulders. Deng Xin groaned, "My back hurts."
Song Yingfang's hand on the young emperor's shoulder stiffened slightly, then moved to his waist.
This was the first time he had touched the Emperor Chao Yu's body. It was very soft, a stark contrast to his violent and eccentric nature.
As Song Ying rubbed the wound, her mind was already conjuring up images of Nan Yu being chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs. Her thoughts raced wildly like a runaway horse. Due to her intense emotions, she inevitably rubbed a little too hard, and Deng Xin cried out in pain, "Could you be a little gentler?"
The scream brought Song Ying back to her senses, and she realized that she had just lost control. She exhaled a breath of stale air.
The pressure between the fingers was released.
Stop thinking nonsense and focus on massaging your lower back.
"That's about it," Nan Yu said, turning over and sitting up on the couch. Song Ying helped him put on his shoes.
After standing up, Deng Xin stretched out his arms and said to Song Shijun, "Undress me." He had the young emperor's demeanor perfectly under control.
Song Ying was extremely unwilling. It felt like being forced to do something he loathed. He would rather suffer a few lashes than actually serve the emperor.
He understood the tension between men, hence the conflict. If it weren't for protecting Persia, he would have hanged himself long ago; at least that would have been a quicker death.
Nan Yu's physique is slightly inferior to Song Ying's, but the difference is not significant.
With slender, bony fingers gently resting on the belt, she untied it and then removed the outer garment step by step. She then knelt down to remove the shoes that had just been put on, and finally helped His Majesty put on a middle garment embroidered with a majestic golden dragon pattern.
Midway through, Song Ying inadvertently caught a glimpse of the young emperor's fair and well-proportioned body, and was slightly taken aback. She quickly looked away and focused on her work.
After changing her clothes, Nan Yu said, "You should take yours off too."
Having no other choice and unwilling to submit to anyone, Song Ying's dark eyes narrowed as she took off her outer robe and lowered the curtain.
Inside the curtained tent, Song Shijun straddled the young emperor, leaning down to kiss him. As he bent over, his long hair cascaded down like a waterfall due to inertia, with a few strands even poking Nan Yu's face.
Seeing the other person about to kiss him, Dengxin quickly blocked it with his arm, turned his head away and said:
"Did I give you permission to move?"
Song Ying was taken aback, stepped back, her cold face devoid of any emotion, and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Nan Yu felt slightly displeased: "Is this all the words you know?"
Song Ying: "What does Your Majesty wish to say to me?"
Nan Yu: "..."
"Never mind, let's go to sleep!"
She pulled the blanket over herself, closed her eyes, and after a moment of silence, Song Ying lay down as well. Fortunately, there were two blankets and someone next to her. Her breathing became lighter, and she felt sleepy.
Having not slept well for the past few nights, Nan Yu fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the bed this time.
Even after hearing the even breathing, Song Ying still couldn't quite believe it.
Did he just fall asleep like that?
Song Ying really wanted to strangle him, but she could only think about it. Lying next to Bai Yuci, she felt wide awake. She closed her eyes, her nerves constantly on edge, preparing to endure until dawn.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a slight noise came from beside her. Song Ying held her breath and suddenly her body was entangled, a jade arm was placed on her chest, and even her legs were pressed down.
Song Ying: "..."
His face was filled with astonishment, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.
The next second, her head was resting on his chest.
In ancient times, no one dared to challenge imperial power, especially Song Ying, who had suffered torture. He had the country behind him, so he had to think twice before doing anything.
He couldn't push away Nan Yu, who was hugging him like a teddy bear.
Song Ying considered dying together with Bai Yuci.
Use that quiet, unnoticed method.
Unfortunately, there's no one around to help me.
But things are different now. With another chance to get close to the young emperor, Song Ying's eyes darkened.
An unnatural death could not only endanger himself but also implicate Persia; a natural death, at most, would require him to be buried with him.
Song Ying was skilled in pharmaceutical manufacturing, and slow-acting poisons were no challenge for him.
Thinking and thinking.
A strange sensation suddenly came from her chest, and Song Ying couldn't help but frown. The candle that had been burning had gone out at some point, and the heavy curtains blocked out the light, plunging the entire space into darkness. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face and could only carefully feel around with her hands.
When her fingertips touched that wet... saliva, Song Ying's hand froze.
He has a habit of drooling in his sleep?
no way.
They endured the hardship, and time passed by second by second. At the third quarter of the morning, the eunuchs on night duty changed shifts, and Wei Yuanhua came to wake His Majesty.
After several days of sleep deprivation, Xiaolan Yu finally managed to fall into a deep sleep and was very resistant to any external disturbances. She stubbornly clung to the blankets, refusing to get up.
His eyes were barely open, his brain still asleep, completely unable to think.
Hearing Wei Yuanhua's urging.
"I'm not going, I'm not going! You're so annoying! Don't bother me!" The dissatisfaction reached its peak.
Wei Yuanhua felt ashamed.
I don't know what's wrong with His Majesty today, but even at the risk of losing my head, I must wake him up; the court session cannot be delayed.
With a forced smile, he cautiously pleaded through the curtain in his high-pitched voice, "Your Majesty, please rise. This servant will help you dress."
There was no sound. Seeing this, Wei Yuanhua could only call out to Song Ying.
"Lord Song, you may rise as well, lest you delay His Majesty's court session."
Wei Yuanhua believed that Song Ying had bewitched the emperor at night, causing the emperor to become obsessed with her and neglect state affairs, which was why the emperor was reluctant to get up early for court. He felt a surge of dissatisfaction.
Song Ying wasn't incapable; he was suppressed by Nan Yu.
With Eunuch Wei shouting outside, Song Ying finally found a reason to push him away. Nan Yu was annoyed; she was trying to sleep, but the noise from outside was disturbing her from inside. She angrily pulled the blanket over herself, wanting to continue sleeping.
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