The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

The next day.

After the fire in Pukong Temple was extinguished, everyone was ashamed and desperate.

—The emperor is gone.

Live without people, dead without corpses.

Facing the houses that had been burned beyond recognition, everyone didn't know what to do.

In the crowd, Wei Li, who lowered his head, looked sad, but his eyes were filled with joy of success.

He didn't expect that Jiang Zhuo, the little emperor, would be so easy to deal with. Now, he probably burnt to ashes, right?

Just as he was proud of himself, he suddenly heard a young monk from the temple rushing over, saying, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty is outside!"

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard the words, and ran out in a swarm without even caring about tidying up their clothes.

Wei Li in the crowd couldn't help being shocked, and before he had time to react, he was pushed and fucked by everyone scrambling to get ahead.

And after rushing outside the temple gate.

I saw Jiang Zhuo in casual clothes, clean and calm, unscathed.

Wei Li froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Could it be that this little emperor is really blessed by the gods?

If Jiang Zhuo hadn't known this in advance, how could he be safe and sound, or come in from outside Pukong Temple?

Wei Li was puzzled and anxious.

As for Jiang Zhuo, with a hint of contempt, he glanced at Wei Li who was among the officials, and then looked away lightly.

How shrewd Wei Li was, he trembled from being stared at, and didn't even dare to breathe out for a while.

Seeing that half of the month was almost over, there was no sign that the god was going to torture the little emperor to death.

Wei Li was sweating profusely in panic, and gradually began to doubt whether what Jiang Qianzi said was true or not.

Jiang Zhuo had a panoramic view of this appearance.

Jiang Zhuo snorted as if nothing, looked straight ahead, and said coldly:

"Let me find out who deliberately set the fire last night. After finding out, they will be severely punished."

The guard beside him quickly obeyed the order and knelt down, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Afterwards, Jiang Zhuo passed the officials and walked into Pukong Temple.

After tossing for most of the night, he was hungry.

And this trip to Pukong Temple had to be suspended because of this matter.

After breakfast, Jiang Zhuo led the ministers and set off back to the palace.

Along the way, Wei Li was full of worries. After returning to his mansion, the first thing he did was to question Jiang Qianzi.

When she kicked open the door, Jiang Qianzi was asking the maid to do her makeup.

Suddenly, he heard a shock and trembled.

But the maid accidentally poked Jiang Qianzi's head with the hairpin in her hand.

"What are you doing?!" Jiang Qianzi felt the pain and immediately became furious.

But before the maid begged for mercy, a man's roar came:

"I still want to ask you, do you know how much you hurt me?!"

Jiang Qianzi was taken aback, and quickly got up: "Husband? Why, what happened?"

Wei Li asked the maid to leave anxiously, and told her the whole story.

"The emperor obviously noticed something, but we can't kill him now." Wei Li looked gloomy.

"How is it possible, it must be that idiot pretending to be mysterious!"

Jiang Qianzi didn't believe it at all, her eyes seemed to be poisoned.

She said softly to Wei Li again: "There must be a way, won't it be a palace banquet in a few days. Husband, don't worry, I will definitely take the throne and leave it to our children."

Hearing this, Wei Li calmed down and embraced her in his arms.

On the top of Jiang Qianzi's invisible head, Wei Li's eyes were not tender, but complicated and indifferent.

The next day, in the palace.

Before dawn, before Jiang Zhuo woke up, it was time to go to court.

This feeling is as painful as early self-study at school.

Fortunately, the perverted god didn't come last night.

——You know, Jiang Zhuo has spent the whole night in tension since hearing the words that he will have reality.

Even when I fell asleep, what I had was a nightmare of being awakened.

What a huge shadow.

Jiang Zhuo came to the court unhappily, took the seat, dressed in a luxurious and neat dragon robe, and leaned lazily on the dragon chair.

Under the seat, all the officials worshiped and knelt down respectfully.

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyes, and just about to say that he was flat, he suddenly felt a burst of coolness, which rolled slightly from under the dragon robe.

Jiang Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, his sleepiness disappeared immediately, and he opened his pure eyes slightly.

Illusion?

But as soon as he said the word Pingshen, the coolness crept in from the skirt of his clothes again.

Jiang Zhuo almost couldn't hold back his voice.

He bit his lip involuntarily.

The ministers under the seat have already got up and began to report the recent news from various places in an orderly manner.

That serious voice set off the evilness of the aura that was constantly lingering around him at the moment.

Jiang Zhuo could hardly support his body.

He gritted his teeth, trying not to show the slightest abnormality.

But in fact, under the dragon robe, there was a familiar cold breath, as if his slender fingers were slowly reaching into the hem of his clothes, lingering around unreasonably.

Jiang Zhuo was disturbed by this unhurried caress, his eyelashes trembled violently, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Fingers pressed against the lips, the Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and the mouth of the throat suppressed a low moan that was almost overflowing.

No one in the audience would notice that the base of the little emperor's fair and tender ears had turned so red that it was hard to ignore.

And for Jiang Zhuo one by one

The ministers' debriefing continued, and some ministers began to cautiously ask for his opinion.

What's more, he brought up the draft again:

"Your Majesty, please think twice about putting aside the draft for a while. Now that the world is in peace and there is no one in the harem to share the emperor's worries, the ministers are really worried about it."

The minister's voice of fear and sincerity had just stopped, and another old minister who was good at flattering and highly valued by the late emperor came out and said:

"The minister seconded the proposal. If the emperor thinks that the current draft is a laborious effort, he can also look at your daughters at the palace banquet three days later."

When the old official's pointed words fell, Jiang Zhuo immediately felt a chill all over his body, and he wanted to cry suddenly but had no tears.

He said that he would not choose a concubine, and he had rejected it eight hundred times. How could these people still be so wicked.

Are they going to stretch their hands into the harem one by one, trying to seek greater power?

Does he look like the kind of brainless emperor who is easily blown into the pillow?

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help leaning more and more on the dragon chair, on the one hand because of helplessness, on the other hand he was secretly annoyed.

Because it is this perverted god who is more malicious than those courtiers.

In front of so many courtiers!

Jiang Zhuo tightly pursed his lips forbearance, his thin and beautiful body was trembling almost invisible.

No one knows how much "torture" he is suffering now.

The skin under the clothes was gripped by the icy breath everywhere.

Jiang Zhuo trembled, and could only squeeze out a concise "re-discussion" from between his teeth.

Hiding his slender fingers under the sleeves of his loose robe, he tightened his grip on the dragon chair.

At the same time, a faint sound came from the ear: "Your Majesty."

The voice was low and evil, as if it went straight through the eardrum, into his mind, and then along his nerve endings, into the heart.It caused bursts of indescribable sweetness.

Jiang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes were slightly moist without realizing it, and he gritted his teeth immediately.

Sure enough, it was this metamorphosis.

Since it was inconvenient to respond in the hall, Jiang Zhuo could only ignore it.

But he couldn't resist the other party's bullying even closer.

If there is real air, it is almost like kissing his earlobe in public, and the tip of the tongue seems to lick his ear canal

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Zhuo had almost bitten his lips.

If someone looked at it from a distance, they would find that touch of beauty moving.

But Jiang Zhuo didn't know that the evil god wouldn't let others peep at him, just a little bit of what he looked like at the moment.

Therefore, in the eyes of the officials, the person sitting on the seat is still the phantom of the lazy and careless little emperor on weekdays.

And the real Jiang Zhuo is being suppressed by invisible forces on the dragon chair and playing around with all his heart.

The evil god went around with one hand, pressed the little emperor's delicate and soft waist, and brought the little emperor to himself.

The other hand stretched in from the hem of the dragon robe, wantonly touching the little emperor's skin.

Jiang Zhuo didn't know that others couldn't see his appearance at this moment, and he was still trying his best to cover up his shameful strangeness.

A pair of pure and beautiful eyes, almost unable to restrain the turmoil in the bottom of the eyes.

The long eyelashes were already moistened, and the inconspicuous Adam's apple trembled slightly.

With this look of being bullied, the evil god who bullied him couldn't help but feel even more evil.

He kept playing with the little emperor's earlobes, the corners of his eyes, and his tightly biting lips.

Forcing it to separate, then the fingers with sharp joints touched the lips lightly, pressing on the soft tip of the tongue.

The bastard Jiang Zhuo cursed in his heart.

But he was trapped on the dragon chair, and he could only curse silently, and he had to always pay attention to whether the courtiers noticed the abnormality above.

Even the movement of resistance should not be too large.

This is simply indirectly condoning the rampant behavior of this evil god.

In addition to the touch of the evil god's icy breath, there is also the seemingly invisible cold mist wantonly invading the skin.

Jiang Zhuo could hardly hold back the teased voice from his lips.

In the end, he was actually on the dragon chair and was bullied by this evil god.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't remember how he got back to the bedroom in the end, he just felt powerless all over his body and suffered great trauma to his heart.

He wanted to give this pervert a kick.

But the truth is, he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

Limp on the bed for a while, Jiang Zhuo heard a nasty voice next to his ears: "It's delicious, Your Majesty."

The corner of Jiang Zhuo's mouth twitched, he didn't want to recall the shame and shame just now, he frowned bitterly, and simply buried his face in the quilt, ignoring this abnormality.

But that playful voice couldn't be avoided no matter what, it still clung to his ears clearly.

"Why, the emperor doesn't like it?"

Jiang Zhuo hehe, a dull voice came from under the quilt: "Naturally."

"Yes, but in my opinion, the emperor obviously likes it very much."

Then, Jiang Zhuo felt a cold caress from his back.

It seemed that someone was trying to strip his clothes off.

But this time, the tactile sensation is particularly wrong—very real, so real that it is completely different from the soft illusion of ordinary breath.

On the couch in the bedroom, his face was still buried in the quilt.

Behind him came an incomparably real evil and cold voice:

"Your Majesty, I think it's time for you to really fulfill your promise this time.