The Regent is not dead yet

Zhu He: "..."

Kidnapping is kidnapping, how can you still say that Hehe is lying?

He has always spoken with his conscience and never lied.

Zhuhe stared at Yan Rong inexplicably, turned his head uncomfortably from the heat inside, struggled for a moment, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as a kid.

Although Yan Rong doesn't seem to be considered a child anymore.

First, he was brought here from the Prince Regent's Mansion, and after hearing Yan Rong say a lot of things just now, if Zhuhe still can't understand the situation now, I'm afraid he will feel that he is dull.

This little bastard is probably trying to mess with him.

About two years ago, I didn't get enough food and taste that night!Now I want to continue to fuck him!

Hehe is sick, is terminally ill, and is dying.

Zhu He felt that Yan Rong was simply less human than him.

And the most important thing is...Zhuhe doesn't even remember whether he was happy that night two years ago.

Yandu has already entered the early spring, and the weather is no longer as cold as winter.

In front of the East Palace Gate is a large lotus pond.

The cranes were held in Yan Rong's arms, looking out from the thick bed curtain with only one gap, and through the half-opened window lattice, a few tender green lotus leaves could be vaguely seen.

The miserable moonlight casts on the sparkling water surface, rippling the light of the stars.

Yan Rong didn't like Zhu Heren in his arms very much, but looked away.

But he didn't say it clearly at all, he just pecked and kissed Zhuhe's ear tips and hair tops one after another, and said in a warm voice: "What is the emperor looking at?"

Of course, I have seen for a while where to fly out of the palace is the shortest and best distance.

Zhu He pursed his lips, supported Yan Rong's arm to make himself sit up straighter, and there was a bit of usual domineering in his voice: "Is the time for the enthronement ceremony set?"

Yan Rong clasped his fingers with the person in his arms, and with the other hand he fiddled with the brocade quilt covered by Zhu He's waist: "It's ordered, and it will be in five days."

Zhu He was not surprised that the court urged Yan Rong to hold the enthronement ceremony.

After all, the throne should have belonged to him two years ago, the throne has been vacant for several years, and Yan Rong is fully capable of taking on the big responsibility. The ministers naturally hope that this matter will be done sooner.

Yan Rong opened a corner of the brocade quilt with his fingers, and poked in while the cranes were wandering, his voice was still gentle and modest: "Is the emperor's uncle going to attend then?"

Zhu He: "..."

Not necessarily.

Maybe your uncle was cold by then

.

Zhuhe pondered for a moment, then gave an ambiguous answer: "When the time comes... um..."

The hand in the brocade quilt stroked every inch of Zhuhe's skin covered by the quilt, and pressed down a little with the callused hand, and found the little thing that was still soft with ease.

Zhuhe: "!"

The whole bird of Zhuhe froze, and said: "What are you doing?!"

"The emperor's uncle will go, right? A lonely enthronement ceremony."

The goodness on Yan Rong's face has not changed at all, as if what he is doing is not an extremely indecent thing, but some kind of behavior comparable to scientific research.

Between his slender fingers, the callused jaws rubbed the semi-soft cranes from head to tail.

Almost for a moment, he felt the person in his arms unable to overflow a few muffled groans.

Zhu He tried to break free from Yan Rong's arms, but he didn't have the slightest strength in his body, and all the senses in his body seemed to be concentrated in one place, which made his thoughts wander a little bit.

He stretched out his hand to push the evil hand on his body, and Yan Rong finally stopped as he wanted.

immediately.

A bright smile came into his ears with hot breath from behind: "Uncle Huang is shaking so badly, don't you like it?"

Zhu He: "..."

In the past two years, except for memorials, Zhuhe has almost no way to vent his anger.

Lou Cang didn't want to be Hulu brothers with him, and he didn't find any other potential stocks that could be suitable for development. Calculating the time carefully, he also felt that he was a bit miserable.

Why isn't Yan Rong a good-looking girl...

The more Zhuhe thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he turned his head in Yan Rong's arms unbearably, and asked with a smile back angrily, "Okay, what exactly are you thinking?"

"Gu Xiang Huangshu is by Gu's side."

Even when she was angry, the face of the person in her arms was still beautiful, even a little more gorgeous than usual, making her look even more attractive.

Yan Rong couldn't help but gently touched the tear mole on Zhu He's left eye, and said in a hoarse and gentle voice, "Uncle Huang, have you heard the story about the beauty in the golden house?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe didn't even bother to talk to Yan Rong.

But the night is still long

Yan Rong seemed to always have the patience that didn't match his age. With the hand that was originally buried in the brocade quilt, he straightened Zhuhe's hair again, and said softly: "There was once an emperor who fell in love with someone who was much older than him. .In order to make people stay by his side forever, that emperor built a golden house for his sweetheart..."

Zhu He clicked his tongue and interjected: "The poor sweetheart died without a place to bury her."

Yan Rong paused

: "The lonely is not him."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhu He was terribly annoyed, unable to break free, stretched his legs angrily, trying to kick Yan Rong off the bed with his negligible strength.

Of course it failed.

Yan Rong grabbed Zhu He's slender ankle easily.

Due to the change of movements and the non-stop fuss of the cranes, the original embracing posture between the two was pulled apart.

However, in the next second, Yan Rong turned around and trapped Zhu He under him.

Smell the breath.

After all, they were all men, and Zhu He could even feel that Yan Rong was pressing against him very oppressively through a layer of brocade quilt.

Zhu He: "..."

Before Zhu He could start cursing, Yan Rong leaned over and kissed him: "Uncle Huang... I want you alone."

Zhu He: "..."

Firstly, Zhuhe doesn't like men very much, secondly, Zhuhe doesn't like Yan Rong's type, and thirdly...Zhuhe doesn't like being manipulated around without any resistance.

Zhu He looked at Yan Rong sincerely, expressing his true feelings: "Go away, I don't want you."

However, Yan Rong was no longer the same as when he was a child, blushing every time he was accused and humiliated by Zhu He, like a cub that has not grown up, can only stare at the enemy viciously but has no strength to strike.

He only supported the bed easily with one arm, trapped the cranes between himself and the bed, and touched the bed dishonestly with the other hand.

There was no trace of anger on Yan Rong's face, and even if he was scolded, he was still pure and gentle.

Until the hand inside the brocade quilt grasped Zhuhe again.

Yan Rong lowered his eyes faintly, and took a long kiss with Zhuhe: "Uncle Huang...Look, you can't stop shaking just by touching it lightly. Do you really want to let Gu get out?"

Zhu He: "..."

His gaze met Yan Rong's, and he saw himself breathing heavily in Yan Rong's light brown pupils.

Zhuhe subconsciously pushed the person on his body, and suddenly closed his eyes.

It would be fine if Yan Rong just wanted to stop, but looking at the current situation... this little brat obviously has no intention of stopping.

Hehe must not suffer this loss!

He took a few breaths, and when his thoughts finally cleared up for a moment, Zhu He finally came up with a solution.

He raised his face to look at Yan Rong, and said angrily: "Okay, just do it! But I want to be on top, I..."

"Uncle Huang is afraid of pain? But Uncle Huang, if there is no lonely help..."

Yan Rong smiled, retracted the hand placed underneath, and lay down sideways as if coaxing a child.

etc.

He approached Zhuhe's ears very gently, but there was a bit of indescribable sourness in his voice, "Are you getting hard on Gu?"

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: The emperor likes loneliness, the emperor doesn't like loneliness, and the emperor reacts to loneliness!

Xiangjin: That's because your hands are easy to use.

Yan Rong: ...

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Pull the light, don't pull it, pull the light, don't pull it...

In short, the author's hair looks like bacteria, and tomorrow he will be thick, long, white, white and fat!

Good night babies!

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感谢在2020-05-2316:32:34~2020-05-2422:55:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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