That emperor wants to gay me

After listening to Jun Zifeng's words, apart from being a little panicked, Zuo Anming couldn't help but linger in his heart: Ah bah, what you said is all nonsense, a person with a guilty conscience, how dare he look into another person's eyes openly? ?

Zuo Anming, who turned his head aside, didn't make a sound, and was surprisingly quiet. Jun Zifeng further confirmed what he thought in his heart, that there was indeed something he was hiding from him.

Looking at Zuo Anming, who has a childish temper, Jun Zifeng's face couldn't help turning up slightly, "What? Don't tell me? What if I can help you?"

Zuo Anming shook his shoulders in displeasure, and said, "Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

"Then how about I guess?"

——You are really capable. If you guessed it, I will call you Dad.

Just listen to Jun Zifeng's mellow voice like ten years old wine, exuding a seductive aroma, lingering in Zuo Anming's ears.

"Three days later, it will be the Empress Dowager's birthday, and the emperor of our neighboring country will also come to congratulate her. According to the trend of the past, if there is no accident, you will fight on behalf of our Nanning country, right?"

——to your head.

Zuo Anming didn't question Jun Zifeng's words, but nodded in response.

"So what are you worried about?" He stretched out his hand to rub Zuo Anming's shattered hair, and it just paused in the air, neither falling nor not falling.

"Because of that smallpox, I not only lost my memory, but also lost everything."

Hearing such words, Jun Zifeng's heart tightened, followed by an inexplicable heartache.

——No wonder the little guy is hostile to me.

"Then why didn't you tell the Queen Mother?" Jun Zifeng asked again.

"When something like this happens, how dare Daddy tell the Queen Mother, and he can only wait and see what happens." Zuo Anming spoke a little fast, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

After listening to Jun Zifeng, he understood the whole story.

"So you're worried that you won't be able to defeat Beichen Kingdom?"

Zuo Anming nodded, and said leisurely: "That's right, brother and the others said that we always win in the past, but apart from this kind of thing, if I lose at that time, it would be bad to make the Queen Mother unhappy."

"Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, and it's okay to lose."

"But daddy also said that the empress dowager is too competitive, so I don't want to lose." After speaking, Zuo Anming hugged his legs, looking aggrieved, which made the gentleman feel distressed.

"What if I could help you?"

Zuo Anming, who was still wronged at first, opened his big eyes to look at Jun Zifeng, grabbed Jun Zifeng's arm, and said cutely: "Help me, I don't want to lose."

The style of painting suddenly changed, and the gentleman said in a cold and calm manner, "How will you repay me?"

Without even thinking about it, Zuo Anming said such a sentence, "Call your father, grandpa."

Jun Zifeng frowned and said, "What did you say?"

"I said, if you help me win, I'll call you daddy, or grandpa, understand?"

Jun Zifeng shook his head, "I don't want this." Then he looked at Zuo Anming intently.

Zuo Anming instantly felt his hairs stand on end, and let go of Jun Zifeng's arm.

"Hey, can you stop doing this? Be normal, okay?"

Jun Zifeng did not expect Zuo Anming's reaction to be so intense.

"I'm normal."

"Bah, it's not normal at all. You're going to eat me is written all over your face."

Jun Zifeng laughed twice, and then asked: "Then do you want me to help you?"

After pondering for a long time, Zuo Anming finally said: "I will agree to any reward except for me to fall in love with you." Faggot, he turned a corner and wanted to get close to me, heh!

"fall in love?"

"It's just talking about love."

"Then... what if I insist on this?"

"Then lose. Anyway, brother, you have said that victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, and I have nothing to fear." After finishing speaking, Zuo Anming had an expression of seeing what you could do to me.

"Uh... then I'll change my request, do you still want me to help you?"

Resting his chin with one hand again, Zuo Anming said in a melancholy tone, "Then tell me about your request."

"Kiss me, and I'll help you, what do you think?"

Zuo Anming ran away on the spot, stood up, pointed at Jun Zifeng's hand trembling slightly, "Hey, Jun Zifeng, you are really going too far, and you turned a corner to try to take advantage of me. Are you still a gentleman?"

Jun Zifeng looked at the angry Zuo Anming with some amusement, and said lightly: "Why is I not an upright gentleman?"

Zuo Anming withdrew his hand, turned his back to Jun Zifeng, "experience for yourself."

Zuo Anming never thought that this year's Queen Mother's birthday would be so grand. It was the first time he met him after so long. It was a coincidence that he was not the real Zuo Anming. How could he be a counterfeit? Comparable to the real thing?

Isn't that like an egg hitting a rock-looking for death.

I don't know when, Jun Zifeng has appeared behind Zuo Anming, pressed against his ear, and said quietly: "Why don't you help me understand?"

Zuo Anming shivered, and directly thrust his elbow into Jun Zifeng's chest.

Jun Zifeng didn't have any defenses, and frowned, "An'er, you are trying to murder your husband."

"I've lived for such a fucking long time, why haven't I seen such a thick-skinned person like you, you are really cheap."

"It's not because I have a crush on you." There is no way, I don't have a thick skin, how can I be with you?

"Then don't you have a crush on me? There are thousands of men in the world, why do you just want to catch me?"

Zuo Anming is really about to be driven crazy by the gentleman style, he is still annoyed by the contest three days later, and there is such a gay guy by his side to stalk him.

It really is a careless time travelling, harming others and yourself!

Jun Zifeng said with a distressed expression: "I told you, I like you, but you don't believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe it, I'm just... not used to it, and I don't like it."

"Then how about I wait for you?"

"No, if you're fine, you can go, I still have to study..."

The unfinished words were interrupted by Jun Zifeng, and the hand holding the flute was placed in front of Zuo Anming, "Do you want to learn this?"

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Zuo Anming nodded.

"So... have you learned it?" Jun Zifeng asked back.

Zuo Anming lowered his head and shook his head.

"I've said it all, just give me a kiss and I'll help you."

Zuo Anming, who was burning with anger, looked at Jun Zifeng and just said "you" and said nothing.

Dad, I'm a straight man. Kissing you, a fag, is an insult to a straight man. Bah, no, it's an insult to me.

But when he thought that there was still a contest, Zuo Anming became discouraged, looked up to the sky and sighed: "Ahhhhhh, I'm so annoying."

"Forget it, for the sake of your troubles today, I won't bother you today, I'll go back first."

It's just that Jun Zifeng hadn't taken two steps before returning back.

—— Xiao Mian, I don’t know you yet.

A subtle and imperceptible smile appeared on Zuo Anming's face.

However, the reality is so cruel.

"Hey, Xiao An'er, this is for you, practice hard."

Forcibly stuffing the flute in Zuo Anming's hand, Jun Zifeng turned his head and walked towards the gate of the small courtyard.

——Jun Zifeng, fuck you, you really left?you are vicious!

Seeing that Jun Zifeng was about to disappear from his sight, Zuo Anming hurriedly shouted: "Jun Zifeng, wait."