The spring of Dayan’s year was exceptionally short. Just a few nights of rain destroyed the flowers on the streets, and midsummer came quietly with its heat.
Cen Yelan did not stay in the palace for long and asked Yuan Zheng to leave the palace a few days later.
Yuan Zheng was reading a memorial at that time. In the past, his emperor father would let Yuan Zheng sit aside when he was reading the memorials, and occasionally he would show him some memorials and take the opportunity to test his homework. Yuan Zheng hated being restrained by his emperor father the most. He became impatient and said that he can’t finish reading all the memorials, so why rush?
His father was not angry but smiled and said, “Qi Lang, don’t talk nonsense. The memorials can wait, but the people can’t.”
“What is written in the memorial is all about the urgent needs of the people. How can a ruler ignore the requests of his people?”
Yuan Zheng naturally understood what the emperor said, but he didn’t care. He replied, “I know, I know. Even my ears became callused from hearing you nagging me. Emperor Father, you are a saint, but I am,” He smiled with his chin propped up, showing some of the cunning and unrestrained spirit of a young man, “I am just a layman.”
The emperor was helpless and tapped his hand, which was on the desk with the memorial, sighing, “How can you be so useless…”
“Aiyo.” Yuan Zheng covered his hand and cried out, “It hurts, it hurts, Father, my hand hurts, I can’t hold the memorial anymore.”
The emperor laughed angrily and waved his hand, “Get lost, get lost. It makes Zhen upset just by looking at you.”
Yuan Zheng smiled, saluted neatly, stepped back, and said, “Alright, Son will get lost now and won’t cause any more trouble for you.”
After saying this, he left happily.
The memorial was submitted by the Ministry of Works, saying that there was a lot of rain this year, and requested an order to reinforce the river flood control dams in many places in southern Yan to prevent the rain from overflowing and causing floods.
Yuan Zheng stared at the elegant handwriting on the memorial. Every word was clear and distinct in black on white paper. However, it took him a while to realize what the memorial was about.
Yuan Zheng held the red brush without saying a word. Cen Yelan lowered his eyes and looked at the clear tea in his hand. Neither of them spoke, as if they were in a silent confrontation.
Yuan Zheng wrote his comments slowly, put down his brush, and said, “Alright.”
Cen Yelan raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Zheng. He didn’t expect that he would be so happy. Yuan Zheng’s face was calm. He used his fingers to touch the ink stains on the memorial. His strokes were heavy and sharp like a knife. He smiled and said, “I said I won’t force you. Why are you so nervous, Ah Lan?”
Cen Yelan heaved a sigh of relief and said, “Your Majesty’s words are as good as gold.”
“You are not sincere.” Yuan Zheng looked at him, smiled, and said, “Come up.”
Cen Yelan hesitated for a moment but still put down the teacup and walked up. When he stepped over the jade steps, the young emperor held his arm and hugged him directly. Cen Yelan had lived in the palace for some time, and his body was stained with Longxian smell, as if he was enveloped by his own scent. Yuan Zheng buried his face in Cen Yelan’s waist and took a breath with satisfaction, muttering, “Ah Lan is so cruel, you’re not willing to accompany me for a few more days.”
Cen Yelan paused, put his hands on Yuan Zheng’s shoulders, and said softly, “Ah Zheng…”
Yuan Zheng said, “Zhen wants to make three rules with the General.”
He rubbed Cen Yelan’s waist, his tone was full of unreasonable arrogance and a bit of grievance. Cen Yelan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but still sighed and said, “Your Majesty, please speak.”
Yuan Zheng said, “You can’t leave Yandu without Zhen’s permission.”
Cen Yelan said, “Alright.”
Yuan Zheng added, “If Zhen wants to see General Cen. General Cen must come to the palace at any time, and the door of the General’s mansion must be open for Zhen.” He said ‘Zhen’ with the attitude of an emperor, but his tone was pitiful. Cen Yelan’s smile deepened, and he said, “Alright.”
Yuan Zheng looked up at Cen Yelan, who also lowered his eyes. When they looked at each other, he couldn’t hide his smile. Yuan Zheng had never seen Cen Yelan so gentle, or rather, Cen Yelan had never looked at him like this. In an instant, his heart beat violently, and he wished he could lock Cen Yelan within his reach forever.
The idea was paranoid and fanatical, and it was coming fiercely. Yuan Zheng’s adam apple moved, and he raised his hand to pull Cen Yelan into his arms and kissed him uncontrollably. He kissed him restlessly, not with ease, but with a possessive desire to eat Cen Yelan. Cen Yelan panted while holding Yuan Zheng’s arms, and the tip of his tongue was slightly numb from being sucked. The tongue was still licking deep inside, arousing and tempting. Cen Yelan vaguely realized that Yuan Zheng was out of control. He stroked Yuan Zheng’s back tentatively and slowly kissed back with the tip of his tongue.
With a bang, Yuan Zheng scattered the memorials on the imperial desk, pushed Cen Yelan up, and pressed him down, as if he couldn’t bear to part with him for a moment and couldn’t wait to kiss his wet red lips.
Yuan Zheng was both demanding and passionate, and Cen Yelan’s cheeks were red. When he was able to catch his breath, he said in a hoarse voice, “Enough… Enough.” Before he could finish his words, he groaned, and Yuan Zheng bit his throat.
Like a beast biting its prey, Yuan Zheng’s teeth roamed over the delicate skin and flesh, his breath was hot, burning every inch of flesh and bones red and hot. Yuan Zheng was reluctant to bite him, so he left a mark and licked and sucked it tenderly with the tip of his tongue, stimulating Cen Yelan’s legs to the point of weakness.
Yuan Zheng kissed the trembling adam apple again, clasped Cen Yelan’s five fingers, and whispered, “I want to kiss you, nothing else.”
Their palms were wet, and they clasped each other stickily. Cen Yelan was still a little hesitant and said, “This is the imperial study.”
Yuan Zheng chuckled softly, leaned over, and kissed his earlobe, saying, “What are you afraid of? There’s no one else here.” He said that he would just kiss him, but his hands were passionately kneading Cen Yelan’s waist and hips through his spring robes. Cen Yelan was about to speak, but Yuan Zheng shamelessly blocked his lips to prevent him from speaking.
Cen Yelan couldn’t stand being teased during his pregnancy, and after a random kiss, his clothes were torn open, and the kiss marks were clear. He was already uncontrollably wet. Cen Yelan seemed to be aware of something, and he was about to squeeze his legs together, but before he could close them, Yuan Zheng had already touched him and asked vaguely, “Is it wet?”
There was a hint of red at the corners of Cen Yelan’s eyes, and the little mole under his eyes made his face look even more vivid. He panted and said, “You can’t, don’t, don’t do it.”
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