After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Chang Ling stared at it for a moment, then said, "Put the things away."

The boy's voice was calmer than ever.

"Yes." Shitou bravely stepped forward, put the lid on the box again tremblingly, and said, "Young master, what should we do now, will they come directly into the palace?"

Because of this bloody fox fur, this sunny Huifeng Palace has become a monster with a bloody mouth in the eyes of the stone, and those vicious wolves that have always existed in the mind only as legends and illusions seem to have Substantial.

Chang Ling shook his head: "This kind of thing can't easily enter the inner court. You should find a way to find out who sent it in."

"Yes."

Stone's legs were still trembling. For the first time, he realized that he was just a slightly clever and winking kid under his master. It's a fart to fight that little bravery.

Chang Ling said: "Don't be afraid, the two armies are fighting, whoever loses his temper first will lose."

"They took the initiative to provoke, and they lost the first step."

"Yeah!" Shitou wiped away the tears that were frightened just now, regained his confidence and said, "Your servant will go and inquire now."

**

Zhao Yan is discussing matters with everyone in Qinzheng Hall.

Yin Zhu saw Chang Ling approaching from afar, with a food box in his hand, hurriedly greeted him, bowed and smiled and asked: "The young master is here to deliver soup to your lord again?"

Chang Ling nodded.

Yin Zhu laughed and said: "It just so happens that you didn't use any soup for lunch, and the young master delivered this soup in a timely manner."

The little fox suddenly realized that it is a good thing to please Junshang, but at this point in time... Yin Zhu said with a smile without a trace: "How about the young master hand over the soup to the slave? Junshang doesn't know when it will end."

Chang Ling glanced at him, but hugged the food box tightly, and said, "I want to give it to him personally."

"That's okay..."

Yin Zhu couldn't think of any other reason to refuse, so he could only say: "Then the old slave will find a shaded place for the young master, and then ask someone to bring a stool over, the young master must not wander around."

Yin Candle arranged the Elder in a hidden corner in the corridor.

Even so, some sharp-eyed ministers still discovered the existence of the long spirit.

"Could it be that..." A courtier with a long beard stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened in astonishment, and soon his astonishment turned into anger: "The Palace of Qinzheng is the most important place in the past, how can your majesty fool people?" Come here! This, this, this is nonsense!"

Another courtier echoed angrily in a low voice: "If it's true, it's not just nonsense, it's just a fool."

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by a scream, the servant was already surrounded by dense swarms of insects.There was a commotion in the corner of the corridor immediately, Yin Zhu heard the movement, glanced at it, and said angrily: "Go and drag that short-sighted person down, don't disturb your majesty's discussion."

The swarm will not be able to drive away for a while.

The guards in front of the temple simply used a spiritual net to trap the man and the insect together, and dragged them down. The waiter let out a more painful howl, but it was only a short cry, and then there was no sound, probably because he was gagged.

Yin Zhu quietly looked into the corner of the corridor, and saw that Chang Ling had always lowered his eyes, taking a nap with his food box in his arms, and didn't pay attention to the situation here, so his heart fell back into his stomach.

**

Chang Ling waited until evening before finding a gap to enter.

Zhao Yan raised his head from the case, his brows were gloomy, seeing that it was Chang Ling, the gloomy side was swept away, and he said with a smile: "Come here."

Chang Ling went over as promised, still put the food box on the imperial case, this time he did not stand far away, but approached, and hugged Zhaoyan's waist without saying a word.

The little thing is unusually well-behaved.

Zhaoyan laughed and said, "What's the matter?"

Chang Ling kept silent and hugged him for a while, then let go, opened the food box, and brought out the soup.

Familiar and unfamiliar smell permeates the nose.

Zhaoyan stared at Tang Se in a daze for a while, then hugged him on his lap and sat down, asking, "What's the matter? Why do you look so sullen?"

Chang Ling pressed his head against his chest and whispered, "I'm a little cold, husband, can you give me a hug?"

Only then did Zhao Yan recall that because he had to discuss a few important military and political matters that could not be delayed, he might have made the little thing wait outside for a long time, probably frozen.On the one hand, he didn't think well.On the other hand, he didn't expect that the little thing would really wait for him to bring the soup in after the meeting was over.

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What was your name just now?"

Chang Ling raised his head, his dark eyes sparkled, like crushed stars, and asked, "Aren't you my husband?"

The little thing's voice was soft and glutinous, with strong grievances in his nasal voice. He was very good. Because of sweating, the snow on the back of his neck was greasy, and it dazzled people, as if he had turned back into that seductive little fairy again.

Zhaoyan laughed again, and couldn't help but slow down: "Of course it is. It's just that it's rarely called that in the palace."

The etiquette in the palace is strict. In order to save the wildness of the werewolf, his father built a platform to lock the demons, set up law enforcement officers, and formulated a series of harsh rules and systems to deter the western region and let the people know their dignity and etiquette.

The same is true for the inner court, and it is stricter than other places, in order to set an example and prevent the inner court from causing trouble.

For the favorite concubines, he will reward them with jewelry, give them fancy clothes, satisfy their various small demands, allow them to play petty temper, but never allow them to do anything that violates the laws of the inner court.The ranking of ranks is also strictly in accordance with the inner court regulations, which are uniformly drawn up and supervised by the Yaoshoutai, and will not be promoted to a certain concubine just because of one's own preferences.

So those favorite concubines are also afraid of love towards his father, no matter how perverse and self-willed they are in private, they will never dare to make trouble in front of his father.

In his memory, even the most favored person in a certain period of time, when he saw his father, he would behave in a respectful manner, and he would always be called the king, and he dared not show any disrespect.Even if they were given a hundred courage, no one would dare to call "Husband" in front of his father.

The most common address for ordinary people, but it is taboo and extravagant in the palace.

It's not like this little thing.

No rules at all, obviously spoiled by him.

He just heard such a popular title full of smoke and fire, and he didn't even recall it.

"Oh." The elder spirit arched into his arms unhappily, and said in a muffled voice: "You wolf clan has so many rules, I just don't bark."

Zhao Yan was amused.The little thing behaved really abnormally today. Not only did he make soup for him as agreed, but he also took the initiative to get close to him, playing coquettishly with him, thinking, with the little thing's intelligence and sense of current affairs, he must have seen the situation clearly, or surrendered to him. The situation, knowing that he is the only person who can be relied on in this wolf king's palace, so he learned to please him, and called him husband like the common people.

Although he couldn't see how much of it was true or false, he still felt pleased with such cuteness, attachment and provocative seduction.

The little thing finally stretched out a small tentacles towards him, and he couldn't let this tentacles retract again.What's more, he is so well-behaved, such a small matter, he is willing to follow him as much as possible.Zhaoyan leaned over, and as a gift, kissed the little thing's white earlobe lightly, and said softly: "No, I allow you to call."

Feeling the dense numbness on the earlobe, Chang Ling unconsciously relaxed a lot, raised his head again, his arms limply wrapped around Zhao Yan's neck, and asked with bright eyes: "Really?"

Zhao Yan couldn't bear his little goblin appearance, so he directly held him by the waist, saying: "But when there are only two of us." Terribly bad."

Chang Ling didn't like this position, so he pushed his hand away and continued to hug him.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, exerted a little force on his hands, and the little thing immediately let out a short whimper, a layer of water vapor quickly emerged from his black eyes, and he lay still on his stomach, only showing his black head facing him.

Zhaoyan measured it with the palm of his hand, lamenting at the frailty and bonelessness of the little thing, and at the same time amazed at the flexibility and strength of the little thing when doing things, like a willow that can't be broken no matter how it is folded.The wolf tribe is born with a strong physique, and the bones and muscles are tempered like steel, hard and strong. No matter what, they can't cultivate such a flexible waist. Even in the fox tribe, it may be rare.I don't know how this little thing was raised.

Just thinking about it, Chang Ling suddenly said in a muffled voice: "I want it."

Zhao Yan suspected that he heard it wrong: "What?"

"I want."

The long spirit repeated it over and over again.

Zhao Yan felt that he was going crazy.

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