That emperor wants to gay me

It's all his fault, he slept a little stupidly, and thought it was Han Yuxi who shared the bed with him last night, while Zuo Anming was in a daze, Jun Zifeng also felt something strange in his body, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw sitting Zuo Anming was on the bed, and that hand was holding his big baby so generously.

All of Jun Zifeng's emotions were driven by Zuo Anming, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Zuo Anming's head did not start to circuit until he heard Jun Zifeng's voice.

"I...I can't sleep anymore." There was a hint of dodge in the laziness of the voice, just like Zuo Anming's sight now.

Jun Zifeng twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his brows slightly, "Then...your hands..." Are you actually shy? !

As soon as Jun Zifeng's words fell, Zuo Anming took his own away in a hurry, ran to the table and sat down in a puff of smoke, poured himself a cup of tea, and after drinking it in one gulp, he said: "You...you don't go Morning?"

Jun Zifeng glanced at the awkward position of his body, smiled helplessly, then adjusted his posture, stared straight at Zuo Anming who was a little uneasy, and said, "I won't be going today."

——Little fairy, do you know that in order to share the bed with you, besides pushing the morning, I also tampered with your house, otherwise, with a ghost like you, how could you be willing to share the bed with me for the whole time? stay.

A simple "oh" was considered to have answered Gentleman's question, and then he lay down on the table.

I began to ask myself silently in my heart: Zuo Anming, Zuo Anming, didn't you just grab that thing?Is it necessary to be so nervous?Besides, it wasn't intentional, and it's not that he doesn't know his gentlemanly style, why should he do this, isn't this too useless?

After working hard to calm down for a long time, Zuo Anming got rid of the flustered feeling just now.

Zuo Anming supported his head with one hand, looked at Jun Zifeng and said, "What happened just now was a mistake, don't have any extra thoughts, I really... have no interest in you."

As soon as these words came out, Zuo Anming really wanted to give himself a big mouth. This... explanation is a bit... superfluous, right?

The smile on Jun Zifeng's face froze for a moment, but it was also fleeting, "Of course I understand that you didn't mean it."

Zuo Anming patted his chest, it's okay, it's okay, this gay guy has self-knowledge, otherwise he really thought I wanted to do something nasty to him.

"Then when are you leaving? My servant will be here soon, seeing you... it will be a bit inappropriate, after all, you are the Ninth Five-Year Lord." This dead gay, why don't you leave?

"That's fine, I'll go back first." After finishing speaking, Jun Zifeng got up and began to put on his clothes. After everything was done, Jun Zifeng walked to a place three feet away from Zuo Anming and said, "An'er, I will never give up in this life. , until one day you will fall in love with me."

As soon as Jun Zifeng's words fell, Zuo Anming retorted: "Impossible, don't dream, I like whoever I like, and I won't like you, faggot!"

Jun Zifeng was still neither angry nor angry, but said slowly: "Then... don't forget our bet, well, I'm leaving, I believe we will meet soon, my An'er."

Zuo Anming saw that there was no gentleman's shadow in the window, and couldn't help but spit on the ground with "ah... bah~".

"Return my An'er, who is your An'er, how narcissistic."

After rubbing his temples, Zuo Anming got up and opened the door of the room. The valet was already waiting at the door with a basin of washing water.

"Master, it's time to wash up."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, Zuo Anming made room for Su Sheng to enter with water.

After Su Sheng put down the water, Zuo Anming who followed behind him said, "Susu, when did you wait at the door?"

"Well...it's been about half an hour, young master."

"..." An hour, two hours, half an hour... This kid is disobedient again.

"Susu, young master, don't you remember what I said?" Zuo Anming said vaguely while rinsing his mouth.

But how did he know that Su Sheng kneeled directly on the ground, "Master, I remember, it's just..."

"Su Sheng, are you going to piss me off, young master?" Zuo Anming looked at Su Sheng with a bit of pretentiousness. He didn't like these servants who would kneel down every now and then, and would always be "servants", "little ones" and "slaves" Come call yourself that.

We are born as human beings, and everyone is equal. Even if you are a servant, don't abuse yourself like this. People can have no status and no money, but they must never have no dignity.

Zuo Anming had told Su Sheng countless times about these things alone, but his memory didn't improve at all, and he was still so ignorant.

Su Sheng called out with a frustrated face: "Master."

Looking at Su Sheng, Zuo Anming still couldn't bear it, every time he wanted him to go to the housekeeper to receive the board, but every time he would soften his heart.

"You... that's all, that's all, you can go down."

With Zuo Anming's approval, Su Sheng hurriedly said: "Thank you, young master, little one..." However, he was stunned by Zuo Anming's eyes before he finished speaking.

Su Sheng tremblingly said: "Thank you, young master, Su Sheng will leave."

The door of the room was closed, and Zuo An murmured to himself: "This kid, probably already figured out that I am a knife-mouthed bean and a rotten heart, that's why I am so nonsense. I must make him suffer a little bit in the future, and let him understand that your young master is so serious." It’s not just talking.”

After washing up, Zuo Anming had just arrived at the front hall when he heard Mrs. Zuo Xiang's melancholy voice, "What should I do then? Why would An'er want to?"

——what?willing?What do I want?

"Ma'am, this is not the reason why An'er is willing or not. This time, the Queen Mother's birthday is even more specific. How can you refuse? Besides, An'er can be regarded as the queen mother who grew up watching her. What's wrong with that?" Can?"

"How could I not know what you said? It's just...An'er..." Mrs. Zuo Xiang had just finished speaking, and the tears in her eyes couldn't stop flowing out.

——I'm a good boy, what the hell is this?

If you can't guess, it's better to wait and see.

Zuo Anming called out: "Father, mother, brother." Then he went straight to the table and sat down.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang turned sideways and wiped the tears from her eyes, then said: "Why did An'er wake up so early today?"

"Mother, my baby is not as sleepy as you said."

That "Mother" ending sounded so high that it almost melted Mrs. Zuo Xiang's heart.

"That's enough, let's eat quickly. Mother will serve it for you. There is your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed soup." After speaking, he prepared to do it, but was stopped by Zuo Anming.

"Mother, An'er is not a child, this can still be done, mother, just rest, don't have to work so hard."

After finishing speaking, he took the spoon from Mrs. Zuo Xiang's hand, and made a bowl for each of Mrs. Zuo Xiang and Mrs. Han Yuxi one after another, and finally filled a bowl for herself.

In the mouth, it was soft and glutinous, with an excellent taste, and then flattered: "Mother, the sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed soup you made seems to taste better than before."

"An'er, Dad has something to tell you, you and Xi'er will come to the study later."