ABBLEIP Chapter74

“Fun?” Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly, trying to break free from the iron-walled embrace. “Are you dressing and grooming a doll?”

 

“How can a doll be as pretty as Master?” Xiao Shen lowered his eyelashes, glimpsed the red tip of the ear, and loosened his hands in time to give his master some breathing space.

 

He reached out and took out the white jade belt from the tray, buckled it around his thin waist, and said with great satisfaction, “Master looks so good.”

 

The heat in his ears had not yet faded, and Shen Qingzhuo glanced at him, “You ah, you just keep bewitching Master all day long.”

 

Xiao Shen smiled: “It’s not bewitching, it’s the truth.”

 

Shen Qingzhuo was shy and didn’t want to continue arguing with him. He tiptoed slightly and put the twelve-bead crown on the new emperor’s head.

 

“Go, my Xiao Qi.” He took a step back, and the handsome and deep face of the new emperor was reflected in his affectionate peach blossom eyes. “Go, my emperor.”

 

According to the Dayong rituals, before the coronation ceremony, the new emperor must lead all civil and military officials to solemnly offer sacrifices to the heaven and earth temples.

 

When the long and solemn worship ended, it was dawn. The sun rose, and the sky was full of light on the majestic and magnificent palace. The new emperor stood alone in the dazzling light, looking at his master from afar.

 

It was really strange. He was the one standing on the high platform, but the master in his eyes was still radiating a dazzling light that could not be looked at directly.

 

A quarter of an hour later, the auspicious time began.

 

With the sound of music and drums, all the civil and military officials in the court climbed the stairs. Ministers of the third rank and above entered the Jinluan Hall in an orderly manner, while the rest of the officials lined up in the center of the square in front of the hall.

 

Shen Qingzhuo stood at the lower right of the dragon throne, his expression indifferent.

 

“His Majesty has arrived—” After a while, the eunuch’s drawn-out voice came from outside the door, and then a tall and slender figure came into view.

 

The new emperor wore a twelve-bead crown and a dark dragon robe, with the collar, cuffs, and hem embroidered with gold threads, gorgeous and noble.

 

The royal family of Dayong originally respected bright yellow, but the new emperor preferred black. From today on, black gold became the most noble color of the Dayong Dynasty.

 

Shen Qingzhuo personally watched the new emperor step onto the jade steps, climb up the high platform step by step, and turn around to sit on the dragon throne that symbolizes supremacy.

 

The new emperor looked nonchalant, as if this grand and solemn coronation ceremony was insignificant. But he sat on the throne, like a wolf king of the most noble bloodline, with an innate majesty that made everyone breathless and dared not look up.

 

Therefore, the people present did not notice that the new emperor’s eyes were eagerly fixed on a certain part of the hall.

 

Lord Shen wore a bright red dragon robe today, which made his red lips, white teeth, black hair, and snowy skin look even more beautiful. His beautiful face was smiling, and his upturned eyes were charming, but his figure was elegant and upright, and his temperament was pure and noble, which made people reluctant to have filthy thoughts.

 

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Shen Qingzhuo nodded slightly, just like he always gave affirmation to his little disciple, looking at the young emperor with encouraging eyes.

 

With one glance, the dark eyes suddenly darkened.

 

At the same time, Eunuch Pan on the side began to read the long and difficult edict of succession.

 

After reading, Eunuch Pan chanted, “Kneel—”

 

Inside and outside the Jinluan Palace, people knelt down in a sea of people.

 

Eunuch Pan: “One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows—”

 

Civil and military officials prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting, “Long live the emperor, long live the emperor—”

 

After the ceremony, the new emperor of the Dayong Dynasty officially ascended the throne.

 

“The Emperor, by the order of Heaven, proclaims…” After a while, Eunuch Pan unfolded the scroll of the imperial edict: “Shen Qingzhuo, the commander of the Jinyiwei, is Zhen’s good preceptor and meritorious minister of the country. Zhen specially award the title of first-class duke and granted the title of grand tutor and concurrently in charge of Jinyiwei. Hereby sincerely—”

 

Shen Qingzhuo lifted his dragon robe and knelt on the ground to thank the emperor: “Thank you, My Lord, for the grace.”

 

“Grand Tutor, no need to be polite.” The emperor on the dragon throne spoke slowly.

 

Shen Qingzhuo stood up and calmly returned to the line.

 

Afterwards, Eunuch Pan continued to read the imperial edict, and all those who had made contributions to the new emperor’s enthronement were granted generous rewards.

 

The last step of the new emperor’s enthronement was to issue an imperial edict for the first time as an emperor, officially opening the “first year of Tianqi”.

 

***

 

After the new emperor’s coronation ceremony, he hosted a banquet for all officials in Fengtian Hall on the same day, and the emperor and his ministers drank together.

 

Not long ago, there was a bloody battle in Fengtian Hall. Although there were not many casualties, but the princes and ministers could not help but have a shadow of this place.

 

But soon, with the soft music and the beautiful dancers dancing, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became hot.

 

Lord Shen is now the Grand Tutor, and his status is second only to that of Xie Gelao. He is also a great contributor to the ascension of the new emperor. During this dinner, people kept coming to toast him and try to establish a relationship with him.

 

Shen Qingzhuo held the jade cup in his hand, and in order to show his amiable character, he accepted all the guests and drank with a smile.

 

After a while, Pei Yanqi couldn’t stand it anymore, so he walked to Lord Shen’s table and whispered, “Grand Tutor, you are not in good health, so you’d better drink less.”

 

“Lord Pei, let’s have a drink too.” Shen Qingzhuo raised the wine cup and said with a smile, “I can’t express my gratitude in words. It’s all in the wine.”

 

During the two years when his little disciple was fighting in Suixi, if Pei Yanqi had not given him all his support, his hair would have turned white with anxiety while he was far away in Shengjing.

 

However, Military Advisor Pei also received the due reward. Today, he was appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the Deputy Minister of the Inner Cabinet by the new emperor, replacing two ministers of King Chu.

 

“Why do you have to say all this with me?” Pei Yanqi smiled helplessly. He couldn’t bear to offend Young Master Shen’s friendship, so he raised his glass to him and said, “In the future, I hope that Grand Tutor will show mercy in the court.”

 

“Lord Pei, please be more tolerant.” Shen Qingzhuo looked at him, covered his face with his sleeves, and drank it all in one gulp.

 

Little did he know that this scene instantly changed its meaning in the eyes of the new emperor on the high platform.

 

Xiao Shen played with the golden cup in his hand, rubbing the edge of the wall with his fingertips and secretly grinding his back teeth.

 

He wanted to grab his master in his arms in public. He stared at him for a long time and then called Eunuch Pan to whisper something.

 

Eunuch Pan received the order and immediately walked past the ministers to Lord Shen, bowing and saying, “Lord Shen.”

 

Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyes and said, “What’s wrong?”

 

Eunuch Pan leaned close to Lord Shen’s ear and whispered a message for the emperor.

 

As soon as the words fell, Shen Qingzhuo subconsciously looked towards the main seat and happened to bump into those dark eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

 

Even though they were so far apart, but those eyes fell on him as if they were real, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

 

Afraid that others would notice the clues, Shen Qingzhuo quickly turned his eyes away and replied, “I know, you can go back and report.”

 

Today, the emperor and his subjects should have enjoyed a night of drinking, but the new emperor had been very busy recently, so he left Fengtian Hall first.

 

After His Majesty left, everyone was free of worries, and the atmosphere in the hall became increasingly tense.

 

Lin Jinyu was just about to go and have a drink with Lord Shen, but after searching around, he couldn’t find him, so he asked curiously, “Lao Kong, where is your Lord Shen?”

 

Kong Shang was so drunk that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He could no longer tell southeast from northwest. He replied loudly and drunkenly, “I don’t know ah! Come, come, come, Lord Lin, I’ll toast you a glass!”

 

Lin Jinyu: “……”

 

***

 

With a creaky sound, Shen Qingzhuo pushed open the heavy palace door and called softly, “Your Majesty?”

 

It was pitch black in the Jinluan Palace, and no one answered him.

 

“Strange…” He groped his way inside. “Someone is here—ah!”

 

The last sound in the air turned into a scream, and someone actually picked him up.

 

A familiar and pleasant smell came over his face, and Shen Qingzhuo felt relieved and then scolded, “On such a good day, you want to scare Master to death ah?”

 

Xiao Shen laughed and whispered, “I don’t even have the time to hold Master in my hands, how can I bear to scare Master?”

 

Perhaps because he had been in the cold palace for so long that his eyes had long been accustomed to the darkness, Xiao Shen stepped steadily onto the jade steps and carefully placed the person in his arms on the dragon chair.

 

The lit red candles illuminated the world, and Shen Qingzhuo realized that he was actually sitting on the dragon chair. He subconsciously wanted to jump down but was held down by a big hand.

 

“Master doesn’t want to sit here?” Xiao Shen’s lips curved slightly, “But I think Master is born to be on the throne.”

 

Shen Qingzhuo was a little amused: “You are the emperor, you are the master of the throne. How can Master be suitable?”

 

The new emperor shook his head slowly: “The throne belongs to Master.”

 

Having said that, he knelt on one knee and took the imperial preceptor’s left hand.

 

This hand was like the most precious Ru kiln porcelain, white and smooth, slender like jade, the only flaw was a flesh-pink crescent-shaped scar at the base of the thumb.

 

This was the first mark he left on his master; of course, he would leave more and deeper marks in the future.

 

He lowered his eyes and kissed the red jade-white fingertips devoutly, kissed along the base of the finger to the scar at the base of the thumb, and then held the little crescent in his mouth and sucked hard.

 

“Hmm, haa…” The itchy and tingling touch rose from the base of his thumb, Shen Qingzhuo’s back numbed, and he shrank back into the dragon chair unconsciously. “Xiao Qi, don’t…”

 

“Don’t what?” The young emperor raised his phoenix eyes and looked at the imperial preceptor with a hot and wanton gaze.

 

His master sat on the tall and majestic dragon chair, his thin figure was made to look even smaller. The loose hem of his bright red dragon robe spread out slightly, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

 

“Why… are you looking at Master like this?” Shen Qingzhuo was shocked by the fiery flames burning in the new emperor’s eyes, and his heartbeat was as fast as a drum.

 

At this moment, he had a vague feeling that something dangerous seemed to be lurking in the darkness.

 

“Is this what Master wants?” Xiao Shen no longer tried to hide himself, his expression was wild and obsessed. “The throne? The world?”

 

Shen Qingzhuo was confused and subconsciously avoided his gaze. “The throne is yours, and the world is yours too.”

 

Could it be that his little disciple…

 

Think that he wanted to be the emperor?

 

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up but was pushed back down the next moment.

 

This time, the new emperor used his tall and hot body to firmly trap him on the cold and majestic throne. “The world belongs to me, and I belong to Master alone.”

 

Shen Qingzhuo’s lower back softened, and his fingers grasped the strong arm powerlessly. “Xiao Qi… let me go first.”

 

Too close, the distance between them was too close.

 

Usually, his little disciple also liked to be close to him, but those hugs were dependent and clingy, and at this moment, the young emperor was full of an indescribable aggression, and the strength of the hug was almost as if he wanted to…

 

Swallow him.

 

“Not letting go, not even if I die.” Xiao Shen raised his hand to hold the trembling back, his lips seemed to touch the red tip of the ear. “Master has achieved your wish today, can you let me have a taste of the sweetness?”

 

The juice he drank at the dinner gradually fermented, and Shen Qingzhuo asked dazedly, “What sweetness?”

 

Xiao Shen stroked his back lightly and heavily. “Power, the throne, the world—these are not what I want.”

 

“Then… what do you want?” Through the bright red dragon robe, Shen Qingzhuo felt that the skin he touched was about to burn.

 

After a long period of forbearance and restraint, Xiao Shen finally bit the earlobe he had coveted for a long time and spoke clearly: “I want you, Master.”

 

With a “bang”, something seemed to explode in his drunken mind. Shen Qingzhuo gasped helplessly, “Xiao Qi…”

 

His little disciple wants him?

 

What does he want him for…

 

Xiao Shen repeatedly rubbed the hot earlobe with his teeth, not giving his master a chance to come back to his senses, and said in a low and seductive voice, “Master, tonight we will… dirty this dragon throne together, alright?”

 

The gorgeous and complicated red dragon robe was lifted a little bit, but it was not completely taken off but piled up layer by layer on the high throne.

 

Behind him was the cold dragon chair, and in front of him was a hot body. Under the torture of ice and fire, Shen Qingzhuo could not bear it and grabbed the armrest of the dragon chair.

 

The red fingertips curled up unconsciously and were quickly caught by another big hand. With the ten fingers tightly clasped, the hot and sticky sweat rubbed together intimately.

 

“Wu…” The imperial preceptor’s soft body uttered a broken and pitiful sob from his throat. His thin back was hurt by the hard dragon chair, and he couldn’t help but struggle.

 

“Ai…” The young emperor sighed softly, “Master, you can’t be so delicate…”

 

Where is this going?

 

Although he said this, but he still raised his hand and held his master in his arms. He sat on the cold throne and let the red dragon robe and the black and gold dragon robe intertwine together…

 

……

 

The rich aroma of wine mixed with the fragrant plum blossoms floated in the solemn Jinluan Palace for a long time, becoming increasingly strong and intoxicating in the darkness…

 

“Actually, it’s not the throne that I want to dirty.” His tall nose rubbed against the delicate skin of the neck again and again. At the last moment, the new emperor murmured with a sigh, “It’s Master that I want to dirty…”

 

Pull his god down from the altar, desecrate him, dirty him, and then he can sink into depravity with him forever…

 

The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi finally confessed! This time they were both sober, so it wasn’t like he was taking advantage of his master’s misfortune. Hehehe…