The Regent is not dead yet

Zhuhe himself was uncomfortably hot, and was held tightly in his arms by the people behind him.

He struggled desperately, but he couldn't get away, and he couldn't understand what it means to be... Be good.

Isn't Hehe good enough?

Hehe didn't even peck him!

The scalding burning sensation submerged all Zhu He's thoughts little by little, his subconscious mind began to tell him that there seemed to be something wrong with going on like this, and he should run away quickly...

But before Zhuhe could figure it out, the hand of the man behind him leaned up and easily lifted the bathrobe off his body.

Because it was just after taking a bath, the bathrobe itself was not worn carefully enough, and it was hooked lightly by the young man's fingers, and it couldn't wait to slide it on the bed.

The window lattice of the master bedroom was not closed too tightly, and the night wind came in through the gap, blowing coolly on Zhu He's naked skin.

Zhu He was always afraid of the cold, so he shivered slightly, leaning back almost subconsciously.

But soon, that faint coolness was evaporated by the scorching heat in his body.

Zhuhe, who had no one to rely on, was completely unaware of his current appearance. He only felt that his body, which had finally become more comfortable, was engulfed by heat again, making him move around uncomfortably again.

While moving, he did not forget to curse in a low voice.

Yan Rong's patience began to improve at some point. He lowered his eyes, his gloomy eyes indulged him, and allowed the person in his arms to ignite the fire wantonly in his arms. At the same time, he also listened to Zhu He's curse words. inside.

"Spicy chicken idiot, damn it..."

"What kind of bad wine, the little prince is not a good thing, you little brat who doesn't learn well all day long..."

"Little bastard, bah bah bah..."

That person's whole body was obviously so soft that he could barely sit on the bed by himself.

But even so, he still scolded so unscrupulously.

It's really... really bad.

Yan Rong's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stretched out his hand to wrap around the waist of the person in front of him, completely enclosing him in his confinement.

But before he could react, the hand that was originally on Zhuhe's shoulder groped downwards, jerky, but took the initiative to hold the small object in his arms three inches down the road.

Just for a moment.

On weekdays, he could only look up to, the tallest, most domineering, lawless uncle...the whole person froze in his arms.

teenager himself already hard

It was almost unbearable, but Zhuhe was still half-soft.

Maybe it was because of drinking the drugged wine, his uncle was trembling uncontrollably, the bright red lips that had been opening and closing to scold him just now had already stopped and gradually tightened.

All of this happened so suddenly that Zhuhe didn't seem to understand what was going on, and the expression on his beautiful face could even be called pure kindness.

He lowered his head in a daze to look at the place where he was being held, then turned around foolishly, and looked at the person who was holding him with his eyes that were already a little out of focus.

That kind of look... was something Zhu He had never given him before.

Concentrated, pure, innocent, full of sweetness.

Zhu He's eyes on Yan Rong made him breathe a little harder.

At the same time, he suddenly understood that Shen Muzhi had said exactly what he said—his uncle, he had said countless times that he liked him and respected him, and he never even looked at him with one single intent. .

Who else did Zhu He look at with such eyes?

Lou Cang?

Or Shen Muzhi?

Or... his father?

Intense unwillingness caught Yan Rong's mind in an instant, he leaned slightly, approached Zhu He, and asked in a coaxing low voice: "Uncle, who do you like?"

The unspeakable heat burned Zhu He's last consciousness. He could no longer resist and half leaned against Yan Rong's arms, his opened body trembling slightly from time to time: "I... like myself the most."

Zhu He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his extremely dry lips, and said uncomfortablely, "Move, move..."

To a certain extent, this answer pleases Yan Rong to the greatest extent.

He diligently moved his fingers according to Zhu He's request, but after moving less than ten times, he stopped again and said in a deep voice, "Does the emperor like this?"

Zhu He shook his head lightly, as if trying to break free from this passive situation, but was soon pulled back into the abyss by Yan Rong.

After a long while, he arched his body uncontrollably and cried out like weeping: "Don't... don't block..."

It was clearly useless, the person in his arms seemed to be unable to bear it at all, and even his eyes turned red.

Yan Rong easily hugged her inside, looked away for a moment, and glanced at the "female cage" that he casually threw on the bed.

He originally wanted to use it for Zhu He...

But just touched him lightly, just blocked him with his fingers, how could he be so sensitive?

It became like this.

Maybe Zhu He is an excellent practice subject, but after half an hour, Yan Rong's kung fu is no longer the youthful one at the beginning.

While controlling the person in his arms, he fiddled with the little thing for a while.

Just when Zhu He was about to arrive, Yan Rong blocked the place again extremely badly.Feeling the body in his arms stiffen immediately, he lowered his head, lightly bit the tip of Zhu He's ear, and coaxed softly, "Why are you so careless?"

Zhu He had already lost his mind, and he just wanted to have a good time. Seeing that Yan Rong was not moving, he took the initiative to lift his body to rub against him.

As a result, he was caught back and imprisoned again before he got there.

Then a kiss was printed on his lips: "Is the emperor uncomfortable?"

Zhu He hurriedly nodded.

"Then the emperor begging for loneliness?"

Yan Rong tightly clasped Zhu He's five fingers so that he couldn't free himself, then lowered his head and pecked Zhu He's side face again and again, "Gu is very easy to talk, so I have to ask the emperor to ask Gu, and Gu will let the emperor's uncle talk." Happy, okay?"

Zhu He: "..."

The reaction of the brain controlled by alcohol was slow, and it took Zhu He a long time to understand Yan Rong's meaning with difficulty.

His voice had become a little bit hoarse during the long training just now, and now he was suspended in the air for a long time, so anxious that he couldn't help crying a bit: "Hurry up... Hurry up."

The crying was very subtle, if it wasn't for the two of them only remaining in the master bedroom, they might not be able to tell the difference at all.

Even Zhuhe didn't beg for mercy at all, but still just urged -- but that bit of crying made the fire in Yan Rong's heart burn to the point of ignition.

The cry was fragile and thin, like a young and weak animal, without the power to resist, and could only let it do whatever it wanted.

Yan Rong couldn't hold it back, and asked amidst Zhu He's shallow sigh: "Regent, who is Gu?"

Zhuhe's face was still slightly flushed, probably just satiated, the whole person looked lazy, and he didn't even open his eyes.

Yan Rong couldn't control herself, she lowered her head and kissed the person in her arms several times before she spoke again: "Uncle Huang, who was it that made you fool just now?"

Zhuhe only cares about his own pleasure and finishes the job.

He frowned, and found a place in Yan Rong's arms again, with long black hair hanging down the side of his face, as if he was about to fall asleep right away.

Although he didn't know what to do between the men, Yan Rong understood that he came here in a hurry tonight, so he might not be well prepared.

He endured and endured, but in the end he was afraid of hurting the person in his arms, but he was unwilling to leave like this.

open.

Yan Rong was a little afraid that the night wind would blow Zhuhe who had just sweated to the cold, so he carefully took the bathrobe that had just been thrown away and put it on him, and said stubbornly: "Zhuhe, what made you comfortable just now is who?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe's head was leaning against Yan Rong's arms, and he was already drowsily about to fall asleep, but he was woken abruptly.

Angrily, he turned himself over, rolled out of the boy's arms, and rolled all the way to another pillow.

Zhuhe subconsciously hugged the pillow, wrinkled his face and shrunk himself into a ball.

After a pause, he said slowly: "Lou Cang, are you annoying..."

In an instant, the young man froze in place like frozen ice.

However, Zhuhe has already rolled himself into the bed on his own, and the beautiful bed has become his favorite sleeping position, and he doesn't even open his eyelids.

He complained in a sleepy voice: "As long as you come earlier, you won't be able to make it to this hour... I am sleepy, if you want to sleep here, you can sleep here, if you don't sleep, then... go home and sleep. "

There is a huge luminous pearl on the side of the carved bed in the king's bedroom.

The bed curtain was not covered, and the lazy blush and looseness on Zhu He's face hadn't dissipated yet, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was slightly swollen from being kissed and rubbed several times.

A voice that seemed to come from the abyss and ice valley cut through the deep ambiguity in the room.

Yan Rong's complexion looked like water that had been frozen for thousands of years.

"Zhuhe, what do you call me?"

The instigator has already fallen asleep soundly and sweetly by himself.

Yan Rong's eyes fell on the other person beside the bed like a knife - that beautiful face was still arrogant and lawless.

A wave of hatred that could subvert all the principles, rules, and harmony of the young man in an instant, gradually gushed out from the corner of his body where he was most shady.

Yan Rong's eyes full of anger and hatred gradually turned dark.

He didn't even need to lower his head to feel the part of his body that hadn't been released crazily clamoring.

— It was his fault.

It's because he shouldn't be merciful, it's because he shouldn't have illusions.

this person.

The person in front of him... Only by completely controlling and occupying him can he see himself as the only person in his eyes.

Only then can he understand...that he is nothing, child.

Yan Rong's throat tightened.

He reached out and took the "female cage" that had been left aside because of his soft heart from the very beginning.

then.

The boy straightened up,

Lingling's eyes fell on Zhuhe who was already sound asleep.

There was no forbearance in that look, it was straightforward and presumptuous.

And at this moment-

The door of the main bedroom of the regent king was pushed open from the outside.

Kayan Er wore a long moon slave dark blue dress, walked around the screen, walked to the bed, and met Yan Rong's eyes without avoiding it: "It's three o'clock. I heard that His Royal Highness will leave early tomorrow morning."

He paused, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes, "You should go back."

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: Lonely left.

Yan Rong: Gu will come back!

Kayan Er: Get out of here, not killing you is the last tenderness of this young master.

Hehe: Well, although it is a bit late, Lou Cang's skills are not bad...

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This chapter proves that drinking fragments is a mistake! 【Hello

Innocent chapter, good night babies =3=

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感谢在2020-05-0623:03:48~2020-05-0723:08:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 for this has nothing to do with Hehe; 1 for Xizi and Yiguang;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：阿浮15瓶；药药6瓶；南阳橘甜、墨准安5瓶；橘子、徐素素素啊2瓶；苏扶涂er、没有逼数的家伙、eng、金陆离1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!