That emperor wants to gay me

Han Yuxi laughed softly, "You child, what nonsense you are talking about."

"Brother, tell me who is it?"

After taking a sip of tea, Han Yuxi said unhurriedly: "Today's emperor is a gentleman."

After hearing this, Zuo Anming jumped up from the stool with an expression of disbelief.

How could it be this dead gay?

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

"How could I tease you? Could it be that you don't believe me?" Han Yuxi asked back.

For a moment, Zuo Anming was a little embarrassed. It wasn't that he didn't believe Han Yuxi, it was just that he didn't believe that faggot.

Han Yuxi replied solemnly: "Do you think I'm teasing you?"

"Brother, it's not that I don't believe in you, I just don't believe in gentlemanly style."

Rubbing Zuo Anming's head, Han Yuxi finally said: "An'er, don't underestimate the style of a gentleman, he is proficient in everything, no, before..."

Han Yuxi paused, it was the first time he realized that something was wrong. Since Zuo Anming got smallpox, not only did he lose his memory, his personality changed drastically, and he was also extremely repulsive towards gentlemanly style.

Zuo Anming got a little hairy from being stared at by Han Yuxi.

—Did he see something?

Zuo Anming tremblingly said, "Brother, why are you looking at me like this?"

"It's okay. That's fine. I'll go back first. There are all kinds of books in your room. You should go and read them first. Otherwise, you can go to the palace to find Jun Zifeng."

After finishing speaking, Han Yuxi left the yard without looking back.

"Hey, brother, don't go, you speak clearly, what's better if you haven't told me..."

No matter what Zuo Anming called, Han Yuxi remained indifferent, until Han Yuxi disappeared, Zuo Anming slumped on the stone table like a balloon that had been deflated, "God, are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

Zuo Anming was forced to have no choice but to return to the room listlessly, walked to the bookshelf in the room, looked at the bookshelf in front of him, and felt a wave of fear in his heart.

"Others read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. I read a word and half my life."

After muttering, I still forced myself to take a book of music scores and read it.

Having said that, although Zuo Anming doesn't have much musical talent, and his singing is worse than that of a crow, he only loves musical instruments, and they are those classical instruments, such as pipa, guqin, jade flute, and flute.

Leisurely, Zuo Anming thought of the flute that a gentleman seemed to play that night.

After turning the first page, Zuo Anming said to himself: "Perhaps this dead gay is a good candidate."

Sure enough, as Zuo Anming said, reading a single note will cost half his life. Putting down the music score in his hand, Zuo Anming lay lazily on the bed, but his eyes accidentally fell on a jade flute that fell by the window superior.

Get up and walk to the window sill, as if the song that Gentleman Wind blew that day is still wafting in your ears.

The beauty in white with the jade flute is like a fairy coming into the dust!Zuo Anming racked his brains to come up with such a sentence to describe the style of a gentleman.

……

……

It is said that time is like flowing water, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time, as if in the blink of an eye, the sky gradually darkened, and a few stars appeared.

After dinner, Zuo Anming rested his chin on one hand and sat in the small courtyard holding a jade flute on his mobile phone, "I haven't figured out why after researching all afternoon, I'm so worried."

A leisurely and familiar voice drifted into Zuo Anming's ear with the evening wind.

"An'er, I said we would meet soon."

Hearing his voice before seeing him, that's what he said.

Following the last word of Gentleman, Zuo Anming seemed to have a figure beside him.

With a helpless sigh, Zuo Anming said leisurely: "Can you stop being so haunted? Can you stop coming to my house all the time?"

"No." I don't miss you too much.

"Hey, don't be so rambunctious, okay? Even though you are the emperor, don't you break into private houses, right?" He gave Jun Zifeng an angry look, and said lazily.

Jun Zifeng was still neither annoyed nor angry, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Then why don't you beat the drums to complain?"

"You...you are amazing! I can't say no to you, okay?"

After chattering for a while, Jun Zifeng said again: "It's good to know."

It's just that his eyes glanced at the flute in Zuo Anming's hand, this... It seems that he dropped it here on purpose, but unexpectedly it really caught his attention.

"Yo, isn't this the flute I lost?"

With a look of disgust on his face, Zuo Anming stuffed the flute into Jun Zifeng's arms, and said, "Here you are, here you are, just to see how stingy you are."

With Zuo Anming's movement, Jun Zifeng instantly felt his body tremble. He didn't have any restraint on Zuo Anming, and Zuo Anming's movement undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, making Little Flame develop into a fire.

An extremely suppressed voice suddenly appeared in Zuo Anming's ear, "Little An'er, don't move around."

No need to think about it, Zuo Anming also knew what happened, and he uttered angry words from Zuo Anming's mouth.

"Gentleman Feng, are you a fucking turtle? Do you really think you can stretch and shrink? Look at you, a big man, you fucking look at me, and you get hard? You really think you are a kind of Horse?"

Such words are like a bucket of cold water, pouring down from Jun Zifeng's head, piercing the heart.

Grasping Zuo Anming's hand tightly, Jun Zifeng reversed, and the two lay down on the ground, Jun Zifeng looked down on him with sharp eyes, "Zuo Anming, don't challenge my patience over and over again, Yes, it is true that I have a crush on you, but I am also a person with self-respect, and I cannot allow you to trample on me again and again."

Jun Zifeng wanted to say these words a long time ago, but he didn't want to, but today, he was driven by his emotions.

He actually lost his temper?

Naturally, Zuo Anming would not admit defeat, and retorted: "Yes, everyone has self-esteem, and so do I. I trampled on you? Didn't you trample on me? I don't like you, you stalk me all day long Badass, have you considered my feelings?"

After finishing speaking, a hot teardrop flowed from the corner of Zuo Anming's eyes.

The gentleman looking at it felt a little distressed.

He really had a bit of a day today...

Maybe people are like this, you don't want to admit defeat, and I don't want to admit defeat, if you insist on making the two of you bruised and bruised, there is no good result yet.

"I'm sorry, I was impulsive today." After finishing speaking, Jun Zifeng helped Zuo Anming up, and just as he was about to wipe his tears away, Zuo Anming took a picture of his hand.

"Do not touch me."

How could Jun Zifeng give up again? After holding Zuo Anming's hands tightly with the other hand, he wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with the other hand.

Afterwards, he asked: "Actually, I came a long time ago. I just saw you holding this jade flute in a daze and didn't bother me. Therefore, I guess you must have encountered a problem."

Zuo Anming, who turned his head aside, said stubbornly, "No, you're thinking too much."

"An'er, after so long, you still can't change your bad habits. When you lie, you never dare to look into my eyes."