That emperor wants to gay me

Immediately, Zuo Anming moaned slightly as if he had hit a solid wall.

And Jun Zifeng held Zuo Anming's body in a stalemate like this.

That faint chant is like a coquettish poppy, one takes a sip and is permanently intoxicated by his charm, unable to extricate himself.

After a long time, Zuo Anming came back to his senses, "Your Majesty, you can let go of me now." In his heart, he said: This gay guy, take this opportunity to eat my tofu.

Jun Zifeng, who was stunned, came back to his senses, and let go of Zuo Anming with a slightly reluctant hand.

The close distance makes the air too awkward.

"Your Majesty, that villain will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he just turned around, and before he could take a step, he staggered again.

Jun Zifeng sniggered in his heart, covering his ears and not rushing the thunder, he hugged Zuo Anming in a princess hug, and finally walked towards his bedroom.

"Hey, what are you doing? You let me go."

"Don't move! You are moving around. Believe it or not, I will execute you immediately?"

Zuo Anming, who was once again intimidated by Jun Zifeng, stopped struggling.And from Jun Zifeng's voice, Zuo Anming clearly heard that Jun Zifeng was extremely controlling his emotions.

What the hell is this gay guy thinking about?

The puzzled Zuo Anming let Jun Zifeng hold him, and finally managed to reach the bedroom.

In the dormitory, the maids and eunuchs who were serving the gentlemen looked at each other, and some of them were even muttering something in a low voice.

Zuo Anming didn't care about it, anyway, he will go out sooner or later, this deep palace wall is not his destination.

"You all leave."

Gong'e and the eunuchs retreated after hearing the order.

At this time, only Zuo Anming and Jun Zifeng were left in the huge palace.

Zuo Anming watched Jun Zifeng take a sip of tea leisurely, and he didn't even get angry.

It was agreed to let him go, but in the end he was sent to his bedroom. How much do you lack men?I chattered in my heart for a long time.

Only then did he begin to question: "Your majesty, you also said just now that you agreed with me to go home, but now you have kidnapped me to your bedroom, what is the trouble?"

Jun Zifeng put down the tea set in his hand, got up and walked to the bed, stared at Zuo Anming, said with a half-smile: "Yes, I let you go, but you... didn't go."

"I... you are making too much sense."

"When did I force my words to be unreasonable?" Jun Zifeng asked with a smile.

——You gay guy, you have the nerve to call yourself the king of a country, how can you go back on your word?It is obvious that he is bullying me, a powerless contemporary eighteen-year-old young man.

"Why didn't you? You said let me go, and before I could relax, you tricked me into your bedroom, trying to plot something wrong."

Jun Zifeng's other hand holding the folding fan directly knocked on Zuo Anming's head.

"What are you thinking about? What does it mean that I have plotted against you? If I plotted against something, why did I tie you to my bedroom? I can directly perform Zhougong's ceremony with you in the courtyard."

Zuo Anming ignored Gentleman's Style, covered his head, "It hurts."

"I don't care, anyway, you just want to plot against me, unless..." Zuo Anming looked up at Jun Zifeng and smiled slyly, "Unless, you send me out of the palace immediately, so that you can prove your innocence."

——This little fox is already in the jaws of a wolf, and he is still so presumptuous. He must teach you a lesson and let you know who is the king and who is the minister.

Looking at Zuo Anming's innocent smiling face that day, Jun Zifeng yanked forward and stuck it directly on Zuo Anming's pink lips.