Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and a few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chu Yanting was leaning in front of the case, and the light cast a soft halo on his profile.

"Your Majesty, the regent is here." Lu Feng leaned down and walked to the table to report.

"Let him come in." Chu Yanting kept moving.

When Nan Qiao arrived, she heard these words. After thinking about it, she still did not come forward. Instead, she stepped forward and hid her figure.

Nan Qiao deliberately wanted to hide, but no one else in the hall noticed it at all.

Footsteps sounded.

"Your Majesty." Chu Junlin leaned down and saluted.

In any case, at least on the surface, no one has found fault with him.

Moreover, it was almost done. Thinking of his deployment, Chu Junlin's eyes flashed with a hint of evil. Originally, he wanted to wait a little longer, but since Chu Yanting was rushing to die, he couldn't be blamed for being impatient.

Chu Yanting couldn't live a happy life for a few more days, so he saluted the dead as a sacrifice.

"Get up." Chu Yanting stopped writing and put the brush aside.

"It's so late and the regent has gone all the way to see me. What's the urgency?"

It's nothing, I just want to make Chu Yanting sick. He has killed many of his own people in the past few days.

Although he had no evidence to prove that Chu Yanting did it.

A smile appeared on Chu Junlin's lips.

"Actually, it's not an urgent matter. It's just that I suddenly thought that the Queen Mother's death anniversary has come."

Chu Yanting's eyes condensed.

Lu Feng, who was waiting on the side, heard Chu Junlin mention the Queen Mother, his eyes widened instantly, and he quickly lowered his head, wishing to bury himself in the cracks of the ground.

Hey, who doesn’t know how deep the conflict between Your Majesty and the Queen Mother is, yet the Regent dares to bring it up specifically? It’s really...

Seeing Chu Yanting's reaction, Chu Junlin's smile deepened a little.

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"The Queen Mother is your Majesty's biological mother. Our dynasty has always attached great importance to filial piety. Although Your Majesty does not like her, the Queen Mother has passed away many years ago, and it is time for Your Majesty to let her go."

"On this death anniversary, His Majesty really should go and pay homage, at least on the surface, so as not to live up to what others say."

There was silence.

a long time.

"The regent is really thoughtful." Chu Yanting also showed a fake smile.

"I dare not take this responsibility." Lord Chu said with humility on his face, "Your Majesty, you are filial. I just spoke out your inner thoughts first."

Chu Yanting's eyes became darker and his hands clenched into fists.

"Is there anything else, Prince Regent?"

Is this driving people away?

Chu Junlin looked at Chu Yanting's hand on the table without leaving any trace.

I can't stand it anymore, it's still too tender.

"It's nothing." Chu Junlin smiled happily in his heart, but showed nothing on his face. He shook his head and said, "I'm leaving."

Chu Junlin took a few steps back, turned around and was about to leave, but before leaving, Chu Junlin suddenly spoke again:

"After the Queen Mother left, Your Majesty's health got better and better."

"It's just that the Queen Mother has always been thinking about His Majesty. She was still young when she died. I'm afraid she can't let His Majesty go even more. I don't know--

"Did the Queen Mother entrust a dream to Your Majesty?"

After saying that, without waiting for Chu Junlin's reaction, he took big steps and walked out.

"Presumptuous!" Chu Yanting grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it to the ground.

The porcelain tea cup shattered into pieces on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Chu Junlin paused in his steps, suddenly laughed out loud, put his hands behind his back, and walked even more freely.

"Your Majesty..." Lu Feng shook his head, knelt down quickly, and then went to clean up the broken porcelain on the floor.

"go out!"

"There's no need to clean up."

"…Yes."

Lu Feng stopped what he was doing, saluted again, turned around and retreated.

After Lu Feng went out, Chu Yanting put away the angry expression on his face, closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Although he wasn't as angry as he showed on the surface, when this matter was mentioned, even if he didn't want to admit it, his mood was still affected, and for a while, he was extremely annoyed.

After all, even if the most humiliating experience has passed, it seems that there is no way to completely get over it...

Chu Yanting closed his eyes, relaxed his strength and leaned on the back of the chair, exhaling.

"Your Majesty is not happy?" Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Nan Qiao came out of the hiding place and walked to Chu Yanting.

!

Chu Yanting suddenly opened his eyes.

Nan Qiao?

"When did you come?" Chu Yanting frowned, his tone a little heavy.

Nan Qiao could see Chu Yanting's displeasure, but he still didn't hide it: "It's been a while, probably he came with Chu Junlin."

Came with Chu Junlin? !

Then didn't she...see and hear everything?

"You don't know how to avoid it!" After thinking about this, Chu Yanting's tone became even worse.

Somehow, the matter between him and the Queen Mother was not entirely a secret, and one could find out something if one looked carefully. But now, he doesn't want Nan Qiao to know this.

"You guys started as soon as I came here. There's no way to avoid it."

Nan Qiao spread his hands, looking very helpless.

"Nan Qiao, are you a fool?" Chu Yanting growled, "If you are determined to hide, how could there be something you can't hide from?"

Nan Qiao was slightly startled when he saw Chu Yanting's reaction.

"Your Majesty is... angry?"

"why?"

Nan Qiao watched the whole process and naturally saw the change in Chu Yanting's expression after Lu Feng left.

Obviously, his angry look was just made for Chu Junlin to see. In terms of sincere emotions, there wasn't much.

But now, how come the reality of this angry emotion has begun to increase?

Is it because of her? Did she offend him?

Nan Qiao was a little confused.

You shouldn't be angry with Chu Junlin, but angry with her? Chu Yanting is not the kind of person who is always in trouble.

Chu Yanting didn't speak, his face was obviously irritated, and he turned his head to one side without looking at Nan Qiao, as if he refused to answer.

If the mountain is not mine, then I will be the mountain. Nan Qiao walked to the other side, stretched out his hand and crossed Chu Yanting's face, asking him to look at her.

"If His Majesty doesn't answer me, how can I know why His Majesty is angry?"

Chu Yanting looked into Nan Qiao's dark eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slapped Nan Qiao's hand on his face away.

"You don't need to know, and I don't need to explain to you."

Nan Qiao took the opportunity to grab Chu Yanting's hand with his backhand. Regardless of his struggle, he forcefully inserted his slender white fingers into Chu Yanting's fingers.

Fingers intertwined.

Feeling the warmth from his hands, Chu Yanting's pupils shrank slightly and his ears turned red involuntarily.

she…

Nan Qiao bent down and moved closer to Chu Yanting, "What your Majesty said is really boring. After all, we have been sharing the same bed for so long."

"Your Majesty said so, so you are not afraid that I will be sad."

Chu Yanting suddenly came back to his senses.

This hand was grabbed by Nan Qiao, and Chu Yanting stretched out the other hand to push her.

"Nan Qiao, I'm not in the mood today."

"What are you doing if you're not in the mood?" Nan Qiao's gaze was a bit intriguing.

"... "

What can she do? Isn't this what she comes here for every time?

Thinking of this, Chu Yanting felt even more annoyed for some reason.

"Nan Qiao!" Chu Yanting growled, "I told you, I don't want to do this today."

"If you really want it, there are people outside who will give it to you, so why do you have to pester me? If you can't find it, please beg me, and I will be merciful and help you find it!"

...

The room suddenly became quiet.

Nan Qiao's originally playful eyes turned cold, and he stopped talking, just looking at Chu Yanting quietly.

In his anger, Chu Yanting actually didn't know what he said. It was only when he noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere that he realized what he had said.

Sensing Nan Qiao's eyes, Chu Yanting felt guilty for no reason, but he didn't know why.

Forget it, Chu Yanting turned his head to the side again, frowned slightly, pursed his lips straight, and stopped talking.

Another few minutes of silence passed, and the place became alarmingly quiet.

Suddenly, Nan Qiao smiled, but his eyes were dark and unclear.

"I originally wanted to have a good conversation with His Majesty, but right now it seems that His Majesty probably doesn't want to have a good conversation with me."

"Forget it." Nan Qiao stood up straight, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and began to roll up his sleeves.

Chu Yanting turned his head when he heard the noise and looked at the movements of Nan Qiao's hands, feeling something bad flash in his heart.

"What are you going to do?"

Nan Qiao lowered his head and continued what he was doing without answering.

The sleeves were rolled up, revealing what looked like slender but actually powerful forearms.

Chu Yanting felt a little panicked, feeling that if he didn't stay away from Nan Qiao now, something bad might happen.

Thinking like this, Chu Yanting was about to stand up from the chair.

But as soon as he stood up and turned around to leave, someone grabbed his waist from behind, and then another person followed him.

Chu Yanting was forced to stop, and strong arms wrapped tightly around his waist, making him unable to move at all.

"Nan Qiao, let go of me!" Chu Yanting lowered his head and pried off Nan Qiao's hand.

But as soon as he touched the skin of Nan Qiao's hand, a strong force suddenly came from behind. His shoulders were heavy, and Chu Yanting's upper body was pushed down on the table, and his hands were cut behind his body.

"His Majesty doesn't like me to talk properly, so let's communicate in the way that His Majesty likes the most."

"It's just a pity..." Nan Qiao patted the table and placed his palm on it, making a few muffled sounds.

"This fine golden nanmu... I probably won't be able to see it again tomorrow... ha..."

Chu Yanting's heart trembled. Now that he has spoken, it is very clear what Nan Qiao wants to do.

"Nan Qiao, don't..." Chu Yanting suddenly stopped talking.

Instead--

"Tear--" The sound of tearing cloth sounded, followed closely by the coolness coming from the legs.

When the bare skin was exposed to the air, a dense layer of small pimples instantly appeared, and the hairs were also a little bit like falling trees.

"Nan Qiao, if you must, let's go to the dormitory, not here..." Chu Yanting softened his voice and discussed with Nan Qiao.

This is his office. How could he always use it for such things? How would he... face this place in the future?

"What did your Majesty say? We are communicating. Of course we need to do it in a serious place like the study, right?"

Nan Qiao said, and slapped him below the waist. In this position, Nan Qiao was really comfortable doing this kind of thing.

The elastic muscles bounced slightly, and Chu Yanting's face was instantly covered with a thin layer of red, and he struggled to get up on his own.

Nan Qiao didn't have the patience to comfort Chu Yanting now. Seeing that he was dishonest, he directly tapped several acupuncture points on Chu Yanting's body. In an instant, he was completely unable to move.

Nan Qiao walked around to the other side of the table, lowered his head, put his face in front of Chu Yanting, gently raised his chin, and spoke angrily: "Now, Your Majesty, would you like to share with me the reason for your anger? "

He was obviously begging for mercy just now, but now Nan Qiao had the patience to ask him, but Chu Yanting suddenly became stubborn and just didn't want to talk to Nan Qiao.

At this point, Nan Qiao would still do it even if he said it, so what else is there to say?

Unable to move his body, Chu Yanting simply looked away, looking left and right, but he couldn't land on Nan Qiao's face anyway.

Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing Chu Yanting's unwillingness to communicate: "Okay."

Chu Yanting thought Nan Qiao would come around behind him again, but no.

Not only did she not, she also observed it carefully on the table, with her arms folded and one hand resting on her chin, as if she was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Nan Qiao's eyes lit up.

Chu Yanting's heart sank.

Because, Nan Qiao picked up the pen holder he placed on the table, with several brushes inserted in it. Nan Qiao put his fingers on it and fiddled with each one one by one.

The jade-white fingertips and the carefully carved brush looked very beautiful together, but Chu Yanting had no intention of admiring them.

"With so many pens, I wonder which one your Majesty likes best?" Nan Qiao picked up the pen holder, shook it, and asked Chu Yanting with a chuckle.

"I don't like anything." Chu Yanting quickly denied it, as if he wanted to dispel Nan Qiao's idea.

"Is that so?"

"Do you really not like any of them?" Nan Qiao didn't give up.

"I don't like it." He said firmly.

"Okay..." Nan Qiao showed a hint of helplessness on his face, and as he spoke, he was about to put the pen holder back on the table again.

Chu Yanting looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when the pen holder was still an inch away from touching the table, Nan Qiao suddenly paused and came right in front of Chu Yanting's face: "It doesn't matter if Your Majesty doesn't like it, as long as I like it."

"... "

After saying that, Nan Qiao took out a brand new brush that had not been used yet from the pen holder.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this one? It's made of fine Hetian jade. Its tentacles are warm and delicate."

"The thickness is also appropriate."

Chu Yanting took a shaky breath and growled: "Nan Qiao, put it down!"

"I don't!" Nan Qiao yelled back with a louder voice.

"Your Majesty will like it." Nan Qiao's voice returned to its previous gentleness.

After saying that, she took out a disinfectant wipe and carefully wiped the holder of the brush in front of Chu Yanting's eyes, not missing any detail.

Chu Yanting trembled even more.

"Nan Qiao, are you crazy!"

"Am I crazy?" Nan Qiao twitched the corner of his mouth, "That's not what your Majesty's body says...can't you feel it yourself?"

"Ok?"

Nan Qiao said, glancing at a certain place with unclear meaning.