[Comprehensive] Huan Jun Wanfu

Hearing what Murong Qinghe said, Murong Chong forgot to bear it for a while, and asked in a voiceless voice: "Why? Don't you know that he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Qinghe gave him a warning stare.Murong Chong was taken aback in disbelief, then slowly closed his mouth, biting his lip and looking at Lin Shao who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Your Majesty, Murong Chong has been rude, please forgive me." Murong Chong took a deep breath, and bowed in a strange manner.

"Your Majesty, Feng Huang is still young, please don't be as knowledgeable as him. Qing He will never leave His Majesty. Qing He is born as His Majesty's man, and will die as His Ghost." Murong Qinghe's movements of bowing and saluting are much more decent than Murong Chong's. Yes, obviously Murong Qinghe is much more concerned about this aspect than Murong.It's a pity that Murong Qinghe lowered her head when doing these gestures of voluntary submission. No matter how sincere her tone was, no one could observe the emotion in her eyes, let alone know what was going on in her heart.

Two somewhat similar beauties, a man and a woman, express their submission to you at the same time, and any man may feel itchy and sympathetic.It's a pity that Lin Shao didn't feel much, but he did a good job of superficial skills.

Lin Shao helped the two of them up as if distressed, and his tone matched his actions, "What are you two talking about! How could I blame you, and how could I let you die so easily?" After saying that, Lin Shao paused, slapped his hands, and drove the two of them into the palace, "Walk around, what are you doing standing here, it will be bad if you are tired, let's go in and have a good chat."

To put it bluntly, in fact, it was only Lin Shao who was tired.Once in the palace, Lin Shao didn't care about anyone, just lay down on the most comfortable imperial concubine chair, and sighed: "Sure enough, I should have come in earlier."

Murong Qinghe who was just about to introduce Lin Shao to sit down at the table: "..."

Murong Qinghe froze for a moment, put away the inappropriate look on his face, waved away all the palace people, poured a glass of water himself, brought it to Lin Shao, and said softly: "Your Majesty, after talking for so long, you must be thirsty. Please have some tea."

Lin Shao took the tea unceremoniously, took a big sip and put it aside, pushing away Murong Qinghe who was deliberately sticking to it.

"Your Majesty?" Murong Qinghe asked in confusion.

"I don't need you to accompany me, you can go and accompany Feng Xiao." Lin Shao said, his eyes gestured to Guo Jia who sat down to drink at the table automatically.

Lin Shao's words were so humiliating. Murong Qinghe and Murong Chong, who had been lowering their sense of presence, had all the blood on their faces, and their eyes were flickering.

Murong Qinghe closed his eyes fiercely, and suppressed the anger in his eyes, but Murong Chong didn't have Murong Qinghe's self-control. Maybe he was too young to control himself perfectly, or maybe Lin Shao touched him. He is Ni Lin's family.

"What are you being an older sister for? Fu Jian, don't go too far!" Murong Chong rushed over impulsively, his brows furrowed, his fists clenched, as if he wanted to beat Lin Shao violently.

"Fenghuang! Don't!" Murong Qinghe who was beside Lin Shao sensed Murong Chong's intention, was startled, and wanted to stop Murong Chong before Lin Shao could move.

However, she stopped it too late after all.Lin Shao gently pushed Murong Qinghe, completely exposing himself to Murong Chong.At this time, Murong Chong had already been brainwashed by anger, his lips were pursed into a line, and the dimples that used to make people feel cute and gentle were now as hot as if they had been poured with strong alcohol.

"Fu Jian, I will definitely kill you!" Murong Chong roared angrily, with red eyes, he raised his fist and slammed Lin Shao's face heavily.

Murong Chong's fist is small and tender, but its strength cannot be underestimated.The fist blowing head-on brought a strong wind, I am afraid that Murong Chong has never left his martial arts since he was a child.

Lin Shao didn't pay attention to it at first, he turned his head only when the fist was close in front of his eyes, and stretched out a fist that wanted to catch Murong Chong.All of Lin Shao's movements were flawless, with skill and high accuracy, and his palm just wrapped Murong Chong's small fist, but he ignored a very important problem.

His current body is twice as weak, and he can't handle the fists of an ordinary child, let alone Murong Chong, who has practiced martial arts since childhood?

Lin Shao's face twisted.

"Drink!" Murong Chong yelled fiercely, leaned forward with all his strength, supported his body and pressed Lin Shao's palm on the imperial concubine chair.

...It hurts, it really hurts!It feels like my bones are about to break!Lin Shao thought to himself looking at his palms that were blushing immediately.

Although it hurt, Lin Shao was really embarrassed to call out in front of the two children. He gritted his teeth, pretended to be okay, stared at Murong Chong who was panting for breath, raised his eyebrows and asked: " What? What did I say wrong?"

Murong Qinghe looked at the situation of the two of them, and stood beside them a little at a loss. She didn't want to pull, and it wasn't good if she didn't pull. She subconsciously looked around and saw Guo Jia, who was drinking with An Zhiruo, and couldn't help but vote for him. Looks asking for help.

Guo Jia has always loved good wine and beautiful people. Putting such a beauty aside, it's good that she doesn't care about you. Even if she is a young girl, Guo Jia can't help feeling sorry for her.

Guo Jia paused for the drink that was brought to his mouth, glanced at the two people who were in ambiguous poses but the atmosphere was tense, and asked Lin Shao jokingly: "My lord said so, are you really willing to give up such a little beauty to me?" Jia?"

"Why not? I was going to send her out of the palace. Since she didn't want to, wouldn't it be nice to keep Fengxiao in the palace?" Lin Shao couldn't pull his hand away, in order to avoid looking too weak , he subconsciously stretched out his other arm to wrap around Murong Chong's waist, creating the illusion of embracing the beauty.

Murong Chong was froze by Lin Shao's movements, and he didn't dare to move, but such a froze made him calm down slowly.He tightened his fist, and slowly released the force from beating Lin Shao, and retorted tremblingly: "Sister is not a commodity."

"If she isn't, then you are?" Because of Murong Chong's loosening force, Lin Shao easily pulled out his pressed hand.He slowly opened Murong Chong's clenched fist with that hand, compared the hand that was less than half his size, and sneered.He himself didn't understand why he sneered, he paused, and sarcastically whispered in Murong Chong's ear with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I..." Murong Chong choked up, slightly bent by the hand played by Lin Shao, then he bit the corner of his lips and murmured: "Don't do this to my sister, she is a woman."

This seems to be Murong Chong's habitual action, and Lin Shao found that he would bite his lip whenever his mood changes greatly.

Looking away from Murong Chong's little habit, Lin Shao thought about his words.

Because Murong Qinghe is a woman, because women are delicate, because women are soft, and because women are fragile, Murong Chong cares more about her self-esteem.Conversely, he is a man, so he can bear it silently?Whether it is pressure, hatred or humiliation, it can be pressed on yourself.

This thought is really... damn infuriating.

Lin Shao couldn't tell where the anger came from, but anyway, he felt quite uncomfortable when he wanted to understand Murong Chong's words.

"Jia sees that my lord's mouth is not right. I am very satisfied with this face." It has been a long time since Lin Shao and the two separated, Guo Jia walked slowly to the three of them with a glass of wine, and looked at the similar faces of Murong Chong and Murong Qinghe. , jokingly said: "Although it is a little small, it will grow up after a few years of raising it. If the lord likes it, why do you make such a loss-making business as giving it away?"

"That's right." Lin Shao rolled his eyes and smiled, raised his hand to hook Murong Chong's chin, and looked at it carefully for a while, "It will be fine if you raise it for a few years, but it's a pity..."

"What's the pity?" Guo Jia asked, taking a sip of the fine wine.

Noticing that Murong Chong's breathing became cautious, Lin Shao chuckled, pushed away the already stiff Murong Chong without nostalgia, and added: "It's a pity that I don't like to play and grow, so I'd better release it. Wait for this little phoenix." When you grow up, remember to take care of my kindness of releasing life, just play with me once."

Murong Chong staggered to his feet, his face darkened, and he recovered from Lin Shao's teasing tone in an instant, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Since your sister doesn't want to leave, I'll let you go. I've broken my promise." Lin Shaobu and Murong rushed in circles, sat up, snatched Guo Jia's half glass of wine, and drank it without any scruples. said leisurely.

Facing Lin Shao's clear words, Murong Chong didn't react yet, but Murong Qinghe was overjoyed first, patted Murong Chong who was stunned, and said, "Fenghuang, thank you for your kindness."

Following Murong Qinghe's movements, Murong Chong's shoulders trembled, and he replied subconsciously: "No!"

"Fenghuang, what are you making trouble at this time? Didn't you always wish to leave the palace? Don't be self-willed, listen to your sister." Murong Qinghe firmly grasped Murong Chong's arm, and urged hastily.

"No, I won't go out unless my sister goes out." Murong Chong looked at Murong Qinghe firmly and shook his head.

"Nonsense!" Murong Qinghe was stimulated by something, and his eyes were wet with excitement.She yelled loudly, and slapped her up, "My sister stayed here voluntarily. My sister doesn't want to leave the king, but what do you want?"

At such a big age, no one has beaten Murong Chong.In the first 12 years, he not only had an identity that people feared and respected, but he also had the infinite love of his family. Therefore, no one would dare to hit him, let alone someone who would be willing to hit him on such a pampered face. .

Murong groaned and covered the side of his face, looking at Murong Qinghe speechlessly.

"Fenghuang, thank you quickly!" After that slap, Murong Qinghe regretted it. At that time, he wanted to attach the red palm print and rub it, but she suppressed it.She choked her voice, pretending to be calm.

Murong Chong didn't answer right away, but when Murong Qinghe couldn't hold on anymore, he persisted but said flatly: "I don't want it."

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was superior and loved by everyone.

He is having an awkward fight with his family, and he is persistently fighting for what he wants.Don't admit defeat, don't bow your head, and go forward willfully.

However, everything is just as it seems.He has nothing left, he is just a subjugated slave, and even more a child molester who makes the world laugh at him.

A farce that was not at their home court, as the host, Lin Shao was in a daze for some reason.There was an impulse in him that made him want to vent it for no reason.

"My lord?" Sensing that Lin Shao was wrong, Guo Jia bent down and called out in a low voice.

Lin Shao raised his eyelashes, smiled, peach blossoms flew, and then, unexpectedly, Lin Shao grabbed the back of Guo Jia's neck and kissed him gently.

"I'm not interested in watching you guys show your sister-brother love here. Let me know when the discussion is over." The shallow kiss ended in silence. Lin Shao bit Guo Jia's mouth and hooked lazily. Guo Jia stood up and said.