[Comprehensive Qiong Yao] The collision of scum and scum

It took some time to sort out the matter of a certain Baylor found in the original Shuo Palace. Qianlong took Wu Shulaixing to ask Yongzhang for credit. He took good care of Yongzhang's friends. He really wanted to make up for the mistakes he made. I really want to shorten the distance between the two of you.

Facing Wu Shulai who came to knock on the door, he mistakenly thought that he was here to proclaim the decree or something. The concierge replied blankly, "Master is recovering from illness and should not go out. Please come to visit another day." This is what I said a few days ago. That's what they all said, it's one thing to believe it or not, but Yongzhang is just putting it on the face of it.

"My lord will not enter the palace even if he dies." Qianlong recalled Yongzhang's words repeated at the sticky stick.

"My son will leave." There was also that cold look in his eyes that was completely indifferent and heartless.

"Get out of here!" The heat was extremely hot, but the anger was extremely dazzling.

The man hated him deeply and resisted him from the bottom of his heart.Qianlong suddenly realized this very clearly, and his heart ached.

It is said that there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower, not to mention that this flower is a thorny, poisonous and addictive mutant poppy, this person is still not pure, kind, heartless, ruthless and ruthless His own son.Qianlong, who suffered unprecedented setbacks, really thought about giving up. This relationship was wrong from the very beginning, a distortion that shouldn't exist, or just like what Yongzhang said, erase the messy past. .

Qianlong tried his best to convince himself, and told himself that from this time on, he would really treat Yongzhang as his son, and from now on, he would be a good Ama. Even if he couldn't get him, at least he couldn't let him suffer hurt.Qianlong really had such an idea. He had feelings for Yongzhang and was ashamed.

It's just that all thoughts were wiped out the moment he saw that person again.

That man is dancing, with one dance, the city is conquered, the sky is shaken with one dance, and the dragon is subdued with one dance.

From the very beginning, it was said that Yao Hua in modern times was an excellent dancer, but after crossing, he had to adapt to the environment, overcome difficulties, reorganize the mansion, and relieve loneliness. They are all low-status actors, and he can only practice basic skills in the mansion.

It was a chain reaction after the fork in the road. Kneeling for three days and two hours made the dancer's legs almost abolished. He didn't say clearly that in fact this account must be remembered. firm.

Arriving in a strange and strange world, the reality is exaggerated with the unreal, the world is impermanent and fate tricks people, friends leave one after another, and there is still the entanglement of the scumbag father, how much pressure has accumulated in Yongzhang's heart even himself Not sure.

Why did he come to this world?The flick of the wrist is the beginning of the dance. The dancing of the fingers in the elongated shadow turns into a butterfly and becomes a lotus. Light and shadow gradually merge, and then blur and dissolve each other.

Even if it's against the sky, it doesn't matter, my fate is up to me.Hands crossed in front of the eyes as if to push away the blocking fog, the limbs stretched out graceful curves, rotated, lowered the waist, and swung the wrists. It was difficult to distinguish what kind of dance it belonged to. Perhaps it could be said to be a fusion or perhaps the most primitive dance to the gods The sacrificial dance, after the demonic nature has been cleaned, it adds a different kind of charm, and the arrogance is smudged with the soul.

No matter how Yao Hua's morals are complained about and disliked in modern times, no one will question or slander his dance.

Use dance to thank the heaven and earth for beauty, and dance to fight against the arrangement of fate. All complicated thoughts are discarded. Yongzhang immerses himself in the world of dance, forgetting the pressure of reality and purifying gradually. Blackened soul.Even though he knew that his dance always provoked inexplicable perverts, he still never stopped his dance steps.

This is the pride of dancer Yao Hua.

The phoenix eyes were half-closed, and the pupils showed a translucent blurred texture under the sunlight.The soles of the feet take off, the arms are flat, the long legs are kicked in the air, the muscles are tightened, the waist is stretched naturally, the curve extending from the neck to the toes is as perfect as a work of art, and the purple gold crown jump is lingering in the moving brilliance Possesses a soul-stirring temptation | temptation.

Such a person, how could he let go.Qianlong stared obsessively, indulged himself in this dancing posture, willingly fell into this man's eyes, without any hesitation, he wanted to have this ray of light, even if it meant violating |human|ethics, no matter how hard it was, He wants to order this unique sharp thorn poppy|.

Landing on his toes, Yongzhang suddenly staggered and couldn't stand still. He couldn't find a point of support and could only fall into Qianlong's arms who rushed forward in a panic.

Finally, I hug you again.Qianlong was so moved that his eyes almost burst into tears, but when he lowered his head, he saw his cold and alienated eyes with resentment and disgust.

It wasn't until he was forced to fall from the dance world that Yongzhang really realized how much damage to his knees and legs during those three days. For him, the legs used for dancing are more important than anything else.No matter what, the cause and the past don't matter anymore, he just blamed Qianlong for all the injuries.

Mian Yi and Lin arrived just in time during the recess time after class. The two children didn't care about the Qianlong Emperor. What they saw was Yongzhang struggling to stand, enduring the pain and tottering. When they ran over, they thought Qianlong was in the way. Squeezing him away, hugging Yongzhang's thighs from left to right.

"Ama!"

"uncle!"

"We'll help you back to your room!"

Wu Shulai, whose sense of existence was never much higher than the air, secretly hid his face, and the Lord Long Live was really disgusted at Sanbeile Mansion.

Qianlong picked up the back collars of the two little buns and put them aside, regardless of Yongzhang's resistance, he directly hugged him, and coldly motioned for little Luzi, who had a weaker sense of presence than Wu Shulai, to lead the way to Yongzhang's bedroom.

No foul language is allowed in the presence of children.Yongzhang gritted his teeth, if he wasn't afraid that he would be abducted and taken back to the palace directly after he fainted, he really wished he could pass out immediately, to be so ashamed in front of his son and tender buns.

As soon as Yongzhang was put on the bed, Qianlong was thrown to one side after being used up, Mian Yi and Lin took out the wound medicine from the cabinet, lifted up Yongzhang's trouser legs, and looked from left to right with a straight face Helping him with medicine and massage, the serious bun face made people laugh and moved, there is always a good feeling of being healed.

Tender buns are the best.Yongzhang touched the bare foreheads of the two little guys, deliberately blocking the existence of someone.

Qianlong, who was about to fall to the same level as Wu Shulai, hurried forward and sat on the bedside. Of course, he had to avoid the two dedicated children. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the status of father and son in Yongzhang's heart was absolutely cloudless The difference is that the son is the cloud and the emperor is the mud.

Struggling was useless, Qianlong still held Yongzhang's hand in both hands, caressing the lines on his forehead tenderly, his deep and magnetic voice already had more heartfelt love and affection, "Yongzhang, come into the palace with me." , there are better wound medicines, better imperial doctors, and better massage therapists in the palace..."

But no one believed his sincerity anymore.

"So what?" Yongzhang tried hard to withdraw his hand, and his face was expressionless again, "I was not treated so well when I was seriously ill and dying, but now it's just such a small injury, don't bother me." The despair that remains at the time of death is always there.He couldn't tell what he was struggling with, he was complaining for Yongzhang, and he was also looking for an excuse not to be imprisoned.

Sure enough, he still minded.Qianlong looked guilty, "Yongzhang, give me a chance to make amends."

"No need." As long as you don't appear in front of me again.Yongzhang finally patted his hand away, and stared at him warily, "Huang Ama is busy with business, so I won't bother you, Mian Yi, send you Huang Mafa."

As a result, Qianlong was swept out again.

After finally getting rid of the oppressive man, Yongzhang stretched his limbs on the quilt exhausted.I don't know where the plot is going now, he just hopes that Qianlong's attention will be diverted quickly, and then he will lurk for a few more months, and he will probably be able to calm down this mistake and distortion, and probably be able to alleviate Qianlong's even more unscrupulous The scumbag father's inexplicable possessiveness.

It's a pity that there is a word called backfire, and there is a classic comment called fate.

In the game of gambling with fate, Yongzhang has almost never won.