If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

There were no candles in the temple, and the heavy door completely blocked the sunlight.

In the darkness, figures swayed and shadows overlapped.

Amidst the violent turbulence was the sound of broken breath.

This temple has become their carnival place.

The scent of sandalwood gradually dissipated and everything returned to normal.

Song Chuyi opened his eyes from the darkness and poked Wen Renshu's chest.

"It's all your fault."

Wen Renshu closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but his remaining consciousness made him subconsciously hold Song Chuyi's fingers.

Another large hand patted his back.

"Ah Chu, be good, sleep a little longer."

Song Chuyi hummed softly, rubbed his little face against his chest, closed his eyes, and really fell asleep.

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Two days later, Yangxin Hall.

Gong Ji looked at Wen Renshu in surprise.

"Is this the next National Preceptor you chose?"

His eyes stayed on Song Chuyi for a moment.

I have to say that the young man in front of me is very good-looking. His eyes seem to be able to talk, lively and lively, but he is completely different from those in the palace.

Wen Renshu bowed, his voice calm.

"Yes."

He held Song Chuyi's hand.

"This is the next national preceptor."

He didn't even want to say the word "candidate" and had obviously made up his mind.

Although Gong Ji thought it was strange for the two of them to hold hands, he didn't think much about it as he had a concubine in his harem.

I just thought that the two of them had a good relationship, and Wen Renshu wanted to support the next heir, so he pretended to be intimate.

"Since you have chosen the next Imperial Preceptor, Sir, it is inconvenient for me to hurry you up."

"Now that the sacrificial ceremony has just passed and the plague has subsided, it is time for the Imperial Preceptor to teach the next Imperial Preceptor well."

Hearing the book, he nodded slightly and said, "I know."

Next to him, Song Chuyi was looking at Gong Ji curiously.

It turns out that this is the ancient emperor, who looks very young.

It feels like it's about the same size as Wen Renshu, and it looks pretty good, but it's still not as good-looking as Wen Renshu.

Song Chuyi gently touched Wen Renshu's palm with his fingers.

Wen Renshu seemed to realize something, and looked down at him, with a hint of helplessness and doting in his eyes.

Song Chuyi raised a bright smile, quite confident.

Gong Ji frowned on the opposite side, always feeling something was strange.

But he couldn't tell specifically.

"Ahem." Gong Ji coughed, "Master, the prime minister and the general are testing you a lot. Do you know what to do?"

Wen Renshu's expression was cold and he said, "I know."

Gong Ji was satisfied and waved his hand for the two of them to retreat.

After walking out of Yangxin Hall, Song Chuyi pulled Wen Renshu and spoke curiously.

"What does the emperor mean by that?"

Wen Renshu pinched Song Chuyi's finger, as if he thought it was fun, and pinched it twice more.

"The two parties are moving frequently, which is not a good thing for the emperor."

"He wants a world that is completely in his hands."

Song Chuyi was a little surprised, "You mean the emperor wants them?"

He made a motion of wiping his neck.

Wen Renshu chuckled, "Ah Chu is so smart."

“But it doesn’t have to go to this.”

"Just resign and return home."

"Achu doesn't need to worry about this, I have my own way."

He pulled Song Chuyi to the Imperial Master's Mansion, and when he came to the courtyard, he held him on his lap.

Gently lifting it with big hands, you can see the delicate skin under the robe.

"Achu, we're not here yet."

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

Does this person know what moderation is?

Obviously, Wen Renshu didn't understand.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, there are two overlapping figures.

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After a period of time, Wen Renshu became busy.

I don’t know what he did. In short, the prime minister and the general retired and returned home.

The two forces that had fought so hard not long ago fell apart in just one month.

Gong Ji regained real power and completely held the entire dynasty in his hands.

Gong Ji is still a good emperor, but he was previously shackled by two parties and couldn't do many things.

Now that he has gained real power, he has implemented many policies to benefit the people, and for a time he has become famous among civilians.

The only thing that worried Gong Ji was that Wen Renshu was so smart that in just one month he solved the problems that he had been unable to solve for several years since he took the throne.

It really frightened him.

At this time, Wen Renshu asked him to take his disciples to travel around.

Gong Ji agreed after thinking for a long time.

Wen Renshu did not bring any servants with him on this trip, only Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi was a restless person. Knowing that he could go out to play, he happily started to pack his luggage.

First of all, you must bring a lot of silver, gold and banknotes. If you have money, you can travel everywhere. If you don't have money, you can only ask for money.

Song Chuyi was packing his luggage and asked curiously: "Why does Brother Wenren suddenly want to travel around?"

"I want to take Ah Chu out to play." Wen Renshu hugged Song Chuyi's slim waist from behind, placed his head on his shoulder, and breathed hot breath.

"Achu, don't you really want to go out and play?"

"Yeah!" Song Chuyi nodded heavily, "Yes, yes, I really want to go out and play, hehe."

"I haven't gone out to play yet."

"I'm going to have a great time this time!"

Wen Renshu's big hand gently pinched the soft flesh of Song Chuyi's waist, "I asked the imperial doctor for the formula of the ointment."

"We also prepared a lot of ointments."

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

Wen Renshu laughed softly, "The entire dynasty will leave traces of Ah Chu."

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched, "Okay, okay, great, this is not a national master, this is simply a pervert!"

"I've packed up. When are we leaving?"

He couldn't wait to go out and play.

"Now."

Wen Renshu took Song Chuyi out. After getting into the carriage, the driver started on his way.

The carriage is very luxurious and has almost everything.

The space is also large.

Lying down for two people is no problem at all.

But Wen Renshu doesn't like to lie down.

He preferred Song Chuyi to sit on his lap. He clasped his waist and looked at the end of his eyes stained with tears, falling into madness.

Wen Renshu looked calm and indifferent on the surface, but in fact he was as fiery as fire, which always made Song Chuyi unable to control himself.

This person seemed to be insatiable, and every time he would end up with Song Chuyi fainting.

Half a year later, Song Chuyi couldn't bear it anymore!

He decided to turn over and become the master!

In the carriage driving slowly on the small road, Song Chuyi restrained Wen Renshu's limbs.

"You, don't move!"

Song Chuyi crossed his arms over his chest and sat alone opposite Wen Renshu.

"Let's play a game today."

There was a smile on Wen Renshu's lips, and he didn't seem to be distressed by his imprisoned limbs.

"Okay, just listen to Ah Chu."

Song Chuyi nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that he was very knowledgeable in reading people's books.

"This game is called Patience Challenge."

"No matter what I do, you can't do anything to me!"

As he spoke, without waiting for Wen Renshu's reply, he stepped on his thigh with his bare feet.

Wen Renshu was startled, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

This is not a big challenge of endurance, it is simply torture.