[Net King] Throwing down His Highness

The reclining chair was wide enough and comfortable, and the two bodies that had been entangled with each other just now had separated and lay side by side.

Atobe opened his eyes and looked at the exquisitely carved beams above his head, looking a little tired and dazed.

What's going on, these days I've been trying to keep him cold, just to make him understand clearly that my uncle has no idea about him, and went back to Qingguo obediently, but the development of the situation turned out to be like this?

Uncle Ben put the beautiful boy he rescued into bed, and he still took advantage of his amnesia?

Tsk, even if you are not afraid of the world's discussion, just thinking about it yourself, you still feel that this is really unreasonable.

Atobe raised his hand, flicked his swollen temple with two fingers, stretched out a white and strong arm, wrapped his shoulders, and heard Tezuka Kunimitsu softly asked: "What's the matter, Keigo, are you not feeling well? "

Jingwu?Heh, this guy changed his tune quite quickly!Does this make me no longer an outsider?

uncomfortable?What nonsense!It takes a whole meal to be treated by such a huge thing, would it be comfortable for you to try it?

Atobe's temples twitched twice again, a little regretful, Tezuka took such good care of him during this period that he recovered quickly and had excess energy?

Of course, he would only slander these embarrassing words in his stomach, and he would not admit it even if he was beaten to death.

Jianjibu didn't speak for a long time, but his eyes were intense and dim at times. Tezuka became more and more worried. He raised his upper body and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, just now, did I go too far..."

Atobe glanced at him lazily, there was still a thin layer of mist in Tezuka's eyes, but it was as gentle as a pool of hot spring, his chest was pressed against his arm, and he felt the thick heat.

Yes, everyone will be lonely, and they will all want love and warmth. No one is as iron as stone from flesh and blood to heart. He is just smashed into a layer of cold and hard exterior.

Will he only show himself in front of him like this?

Atobe's heart softened, and he hugged Tezuka with his back, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, but when his eyes became hot, he stood up and stood up.

"Jingwu, you..."

"Go back and rest. In just a few days, I will send you back to Qingguo."

Atobe stepped on the ground barefoot, turned his back to Tezuka, found out his clothes, and put them on quickly.

Do you still want to...leave?Tezuka was stunned for a moment.

He could only see Atobe's back, tall and straight, neat, and his movements were not muddy; then he looked down at his naked body, and the messy mat under him, and the wet stains on the mat...

The intense sexual encounter just now was not an illusory dream?

But why, he can...be so calm in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened...

Atobe quickly got dressed, and seeing Tezuka bowed his head in silence, he came over and leaned closer, pinching his chin, forcing him to raise his hand and meet his gaze.

"You don't want to go back?"

"I, I don't know either..."

"Listen, if I keep you by my side, sooner or later we'll all regret it."

"regret?"

Tezuka really wants to say, as long as I can be with you, no matter what kind of variables I face, I will definitely not regret it...

"The world that belongs to you is not just my uncle's hunting ground, garden, study, or a comfortable big bed. It is your destination with thousands of troops and magnificent mountains and rivers, and it is also my uncle's! Maybe one day, we will meet When we meet on the battlefield, I will have many concubines in the future, but there may be only one opponent that I will remember all my life!"

Atobe took Tezuka's hand again, pressed it on his heart, and asked clearly word by word: "Do you want to stay with me, or stay with me?"

The vigorous and powerful beating under his palms, his flying and wild smile under his eyes, and there is still a trace of color on his cheeks, like a peerless famous flower that is proudly blooming.

Is this the rhythm and color that only belong to him?

Tezuka was in a gentle and desolate mood, as if a ray of blazing sunlight shone in, he felt his chest heat up rapidly, and with the pulsation from his palm, the resonance became more and more powerful.

What he said is right, everyone has his destiny trajectory, morality and responsibility on his shoulders, even though he can't sort out the past and the future at this moment, the blood in his body is always hot, never for a moment Stop running!

These days, only by being in the school field where thousands of horses are galloping and thousands of troops are shouting, and hugging him tightly, can I feel the heartiness of body and spirit, and feel that life is real and tangible!

Yes, I should go to that place to find myself. A person who is not even sure about his life and ideals, who is not real, who has the right to love him?

Tezuka stepped back, leaving Atobe's warm palm, stood up and put on his clothes silently, then turned around and faced him calmly, "Okay, I'll wait for you, Keigo."

It can be seen that his mood is not calm, so why not himself?

But he stood upright enough, walked decisively enough, and opened the door without any hesitation, that was enough.

Hehe, Tezuka Kunimitsu, isn't it destined to be my uncle's little wife?

As soon as Tezuka left the study, he saw a handsome and slender figure standing under the eaves in front of the door, with his head slightly raised, looking at the raindrops flying all over the sky, thoughtfully, as if he was simply watching the rain.

Seeing this figure from behind, Tezuka's first reaction was: Oops, has he been here all this time?

But the man turned around and greeted him with a smile, "Master Tezuka."

Tezuka couldn't suppress the fever in his ears, and he replied in a low voice, "Ninzu-kun..."

"Now, can I go in?" Shinobu pointed to the open study door.

Such subtle sarcasm left Tezuka speechless.

These days, Mrs. Ren Zu took good care of him, but she fell in love with his husband and did the most intimate thing...

"What's the matter? It's you, Yushi?" Fortunately, Atobe came out in time and rescued Tezuka.

Holding back his feet and not answering, he still looked at Tezuka calmly, and discussed in a friendly voice, "Can I take a step to talk, Mr. Tezuka?"

Tezuka hurriedly said: "Ah, then, then I will take my leave first!"

After speaking, he plunged into the denser and denser rain array, and the cool raindrops hit his hot face, as if it would evaporate into water vapor immediately.

Atobe squinted at Shinobu, with an air of knowing, "Now, can you speak?"

Renzu's gaze crossed his shoulders, and he looked into the study room. The messy recliner made him even less lucky. He sighed faintly, "Did Xiaojing still attack him..."

Having an affair with a man other than Renzu, and being bumped into, Atobe also finds it boring, but he refuses to lose the dignity of his "husband". How can his freedom of love be restrained by his "little wife"?

So he put up a serious face on purpose, "Say something quickly, don't talk about it!"

"Okay." Renzu really didn't dare to delay this matter, and replied seriously, "Shanbuki Kingdom secretly sent an envoy, and he is the adopted son of the lord."

"Shanbuki?" Atobe was taken aback, and the whole person became vigilant. Although he knew that Shanbuki had already taken action, he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to find Bingdi?

"Yes."

"My lord, go and have a look!"

"Xiao Jing, don't worry, the king is receiving the envoy in person now." He took a big step with his feet slippery, and stopped Atobe.

"The lord? In person?" This statement also surprised Atobe. In the past few years, apart from tossing about his own marriage, when did the old man become interested in military affairs?

"The emissary of Yamabuki, Lord Qianshi, praised the Lord for his good looks as soon as they met, and he will surely live to be a hundred years old. Now the two of them are chatting happily. When I came, the Lord was asking Lord Qianshi for a fortune-telling. How many daughters-in-law can I have, and when can I hold my grandson..."

Ninzuzu said in a serious manner on purpose, Atobe couldn't help but his face twitched, his hair grew hot, Yushi didn't lie or exaggerate, his poor and boring father, it is absolutely possible to ask such a question!

What's worse, he will do something more embarrassing in front of the Shanbuki messenger...

Let the old man continue to play to his heart's content, what face would he have to face that Lord Qianshi when he turned around?

Thinking of this level, Atobe couldn't stay any longer. He pushed Ninzuzu's shoulder and was about to rush down the steps, but Ninzuzu hugged him from the side.

"Let go, what are you doing?"

Ignoring Atobe's scolding and struggling, he hugged Atobe even tighter, blocked Atobe into the study, raised his foot, and slammed the door shut.

"Master Qianshi has his own hospitality from the king, so he can't be free at the moment. No matter how many wives Xiaojing has, he must be treated equally, right?"

Renzu talked, but kept on stepping, the two of them entangled like this, staggered to the edge of the recliner, Renzu swooped down on the recliner firmly.

"Quick, let go, my uncle has serious business to do!"

"For me, this is the most serious thing! You must clean up the smell that guy left here!"

Atobe wanted to threaten Ninzu with a voice. Not only could he not swear when he opened his mouth, but he let out a series of groans/groans. Numerous bed experiences made Ninzu very clear. Where is Atobe's "death spot" , once mastered, no matter how proud and stubborn His Highness Atobu will be, he will obediently soften under him...

Alas, the only fly in the ointment is, is such a sensitive and charming Xiaojing the same when he is with others?

Unbuttoning Atobe's skirt, the little marks of love on the smooth skin made Renzu gasp a lot, without even thinking about it, he knew how indulgent and intense the love that happened here just now was.

You bastard, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who is well-dressed on weekdays, gentle and decent, and looks ascetic, I didn't expect "strike" to be so ruthless!

Then he took off Atobe's trousers, and took a look at the private parts. The burning jealousy that he endured, immediately turned into pity.

I'm so distressed!For a couple of days, Xiaojing might not be able to do it, so forget it, he doesn't want to be idle for a while.

Renzu was aggrieved and annoyed, rubbed his face on Atobu's buttocks a few times, and only concentrated on serving the "death spot" in front of him.