The Submissive Emperor

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The Hongyuan Emperor's wedding was celebrated all over the world and stopped on the 9th.

On the second day of the wedding, Ji Jue got up in Feng'an Palace unhurriedly. When preparing for the wedding yesterday, the emperor told him implicitly that it might be later today. While dressing, he curled his lips and smiled. The young man is really alive and well. There is only one elder in the palace left and right, so it doesn't matter if they just play a little bit.

The courteous Xu Shiwei took the coat over and put it on Ji Zhuo with his own hands. He looked at that Leng Jun's face with a slight smile, and couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

"The tie is wrong." Ji Zhuo laughed and laughed as he watched someone bring his waist coat to his chest.

This dress is already complicated, and if you make a mistake, you have to take several apart and wear it again. Xu Che scratched his head, smiled slyly, and patiently took them apart one by one, and then tied them carefully. General Xu, who has always had a bad temper, stood in front of Ji Zhuo but was docile like a stupid cow. He did everything with gusto and didn't feel irritable at all.

Ji Zhuo looked at the hands that held the gun all the year round, awkwardly twisting the soft belt, and tying the knots meticulously. It was not pretty, but the rules were very neat, but the complicated knot on the waist couldn't be tied. Okay, I did it again and again, and my heart felt soft, "Just let the **** do these things."

"I haven't done it in seventeen years. It's because of some handwork." Xu Che lowered his head, still stubbornly competing with the ribbon.

For seventeen years, the two met only once at the palace banquet where Xu Che defeated General Nanman Feng. The rest of the time was three thousand miles apart. Ji Zhuo sighed unchecked, hesitated for a moment, slowly raised his head, and touched the silver sliver of Xu Che's temples.

I originally thought that the ignorant affection in his youth would have been lost on the day of sending off his relatives. In this deep palace, when there was no one, Ji Zhuo could not help but think of the man who gave him a shell with a smirk. As a teenager, guessing that he made meritorious service in Lingnan, married a wife and had children, and gradually forgot about him as a humble lover. He didn't expect that this fool had waited for 17 years without marrying a wife, let alone taking a concubine. He was in his thirties, and he had already grown white hair.

Feeling that warm hand touched the temple, Xu Che grabbed the fingertips of the belt. In the past month, the two people who have not been together in 17 years are trying to get in touch slowly. Ji Zhuo has been cold and cold towards him, making him feel uneasy, afraid that this person is because he feels ashamed. He stayed with him.

When the warm touch came close, it seemed to have returned to the intimacy of seventeen years ago. At this moment, a tough guy like Xu Che could not help but blush in his eyes, afraid of embarrassment, took a breath, and continued to lower his head. The knot in his hand is getting more and more chaotic.

Ji Jue raised his hand, held the slightly trembling hands, and said dumbly: "Fool, they are all fastened."

Xu Che slowly grasped the beautiful fingertips, and didn't move or speak.

There was a moment of silence in the room, but it didn't seem embarrassing at all. Instead, there was a pulse of warmth flowing between the two of them.

At this moment, an **** outside the door came to report: "Tell Lord Hou, the emperor has asked someone to bring me a message, saying that the empress is unwell. She has made an order to push the sacrifice to heaven three days later, and I will kowtow to you later."

Actually speaking, Ji Zhuo didn't seal the queen mother. He didn't have to participate in this sacrifice to heaven. The etiquette of paying homage to his uncle the next day could be omitted, but Xiao Chengjun insisted on giving him a kowtow.