That emperor wants to gay me

After mumbling, he asked Su Sheng to fetch bath water. After finishing all this, he lay down and soon fell asleep.Xu Shi worked too hard last night, so Zuo Anming slept until noon.

"An'er?" Han Yuxi, who was sitting on the head of the bed, gently shook Zuo Anming's body.

He opened his hazy eyes and said lazily, "Brother, what are you doing? Let me sleep for a while, I'm so sleepy."

Han Yuxi chuckled twice, and then said: "You bastard, the sun is already up to three poles, and you still want to sleep. Both father and mother have called you over for lunch."

Zuo Anming didn't speak, but looked out the window, the sunlight outside was very violent.Zuo Anming muttered in a low voice, "Is it already noon?"

Han Yuxi rubbed Zuo Anming's head, urged him a few more words, and returned to the front hall.

Turning over lazily, Zuo Anming called out: "Su Sheng, get some face wash." After speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while before getting up.

When Zuo Anming came to the front hall, the food was basically ready.

Just sitting down, I heard Zuo Xiang's voice, "I really don't know the rules anymore, have you forgotten when you got up?"

"I..." Zuo Anming put his eyes on his mother.

There was endless prayer in those big watery eyes.

"Master, why do you blame An'er? Since the smallpox incident, An'er's body has not been as strong as before, and the lethargy is understandable."

"Besides, it's not like you didn't hear An'er's flute in the house last night. It's not too late to wake up."

Listening to his wife's remarks, Prime Minister Zuo couldn't find any reason to justify.

"Let's eat."

After Zuo Xiang finished speaking, Zuo Xiang's wife Han Yuxi and Zuo Anming moved their chopsticks one after another.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang put a piece of fish into Zuo Xiang's bowl, and started nagging again: "The child has grown up, so he will naturally have his own ideas. You can't just restrain him, and you have to learn how to measure it. After so many years, how do you It's still the same, how could I fall in love with a reckless man like you?"

Hearing this, Prime Minister Zuo immediately became unhappy, "Madam, how could I be a reckless man? You were the one who fell in love with me first."

As soon as Zuo Xiang finished speaking, a blush appeared on the face of Mrs. Zuo Xiang, who was nearly half a century old, "It's not that you drove away all the people who pursued me. Besides you, who would dare to come to my house to propose marriage?"

"Pfft~" Zuo Anming sprayed out a mouthful of rice.

——I didn’t expect this cheap old man to have such a skill.

Suddenly, Zuo Anming felt a chill all over his body, raised his head to meet Zuo Xiang's sharp eyes, and finally said tremblingly: "Father, you are great, you are great." After finishing speaking, he continued to eat in a disheartened manner.

Han Yuxi, who was watching, couldn't help but bow her head and smile.

"You old man, what are you doing looking at the child about the two of us?" Mrs. Zuo Xiang reprimanded with an unforgiving expression.

"Okay, madam, I know I'm wrong, why not?" After speaking, Zuo Xiang touched Mrs. Zuo Xiang's back.

"That's about the same, eat."

Prime Minister Zuo nodded and said nothing more.

After the meal, Zuo Anming sat alone under the gazebo in the yard, looking at the jade flute in his hand.

"One more day."

To be honest, Zuo Anming really didn't know what kind of competition would be waiting for him, just like a headless chicken flying around in the air.

"An'er." A call made Zuo Anming look up.

"How did you come?"

Jun Zifeng responded with a smile: "Me? Of course I'm here to help you, otherwise what else could I do?"

Zuo Anming narrowed his eyes and frowned and asked, "Do you have nothing to do every day?"

Sitting casually beside Zuo Anming, resting his head on one hand, he asked: "What do you think?" Your affairs are more important than anything else, Xiao An'er.

Zuo Anming shook his head. Anyway, since meeting Gentleman, he seems to appear in his field of vision every day, and he has never done anything else at all.

Is the current emperor so lazy?Zuo Anming thought sullenly in his heart.

Jun Zifeng smiled without saying a word, his eyes fell on the jade flute in Zuo Anming's hand.

"Come on, play it for me, let me listen to it, and then we will replace it."

The time was imminent, Zuo Anming didn't show any pretense, and started playing directly.

Let's go, Gentleman Feng commented: "Not bad, not bad, it seems to have the demeanor of a master."

——hetui, this sycophant is about to kick back!

Tsk-tsk twice, Zuo Anming looked at Junzifeng with some distaste and said: "You can do it, I know how capable I am, don't flatter me, I don't like that."

"..." Flattery?I... Is it wrong to tell the truth?

"Then... keep going, it's okay to blow."

After casting a blank glance at Jun Zifeng, Zuo Anming didn't speak.

Jun Zifeng's words made Zuo Anming doubt his sexual orientation, should we do this?Don't let flattery, you just say that?

Jun Zifeng looked at the somewhat tangled Zuo Anming, and felt amused in his heart.

——My little Ann is so cute.

"Okay, stop staring at me, let's learn Go."

As the most important entertainment in this country, Go is naturally an indispensable part of the game.

In fact, it is not the case. When Zuo Anming first time traveled here, he was shocked when he saw this Go game.

He never thought that in this superficial dynasty, there would be such a thing.

Weird!

Just when Zuo Anming was thinking about deserting, Jun Zifeng had already laid out the chessboard.

Seeing Jun Zifeng's engrossed appearance, Zuo Anming said weakly for a long time, "Gentleman Feng, actually... this... I can." Although I can't sing, play musical instruments, or dance, this is what he and I can do. Mom will!

Gentleman Feng frowned: "Huh? You will?"

Zuo Anming nodded again and again, "Yes, this is not difficult, how about a game of chess?"

Looking at Zuo Anming's confident appearance, Jun Zifeng said with a smile: "Okay, I'll let you, you choose Baizi."

Zuo Anming nodded, picked up a white piece in his slender and fair hand and dropped it.

Seeing Zuo Anming's serious face, Jun Zifeng didn't dare to be careless, he tightened his mind, and soon fell down.

Time passed unknowingly, the chessboard was covered with dense chess pieces, and the foreheads of Zuo Anming and Jun Zifeng also had fine beads of sweat.

Both of them tried their best in this game, not giving the other a chance at all.

Finally, with the fall of Zuo Anming's last son, a heart that was gripping was also let go.

With a light brow, he looked at Jun Zifeng with a smile and said, "You lost, hehe."

Indeed, he lost the game in a gentlemanly way.

"Very good, An'er is really good." Jun Zifeng praised without hesitation, which made Zuo Anming very satisfied.

"That is."

Jun Zifeng laughed twice, then stretched out a hand towards Zuo Anming.