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Because time was limited, Zhou Jue explained the ins and outs to Zhu Jue, stopped the topic, shook his hand a little, and then let go: "It's time to go back."

Zhu Jue was browsing the various analyzes of the barrage. Hearing this, he turned his gaze away, looked out the window, and took out his pocket watch to check the time. After such a short while, almost 10 minutes had passed, and it was indeed time to go back.

"You go first." Zhou Ting gently pushed his shoulder to signal.

"How do you plan to lure you into the urn according to your liking?" Zhu Jue didn't refuse, stood up and straightened his clothes, "Do you need my help?"

Although he didn't have a particularly strong feeling in his heart about the change of dynasty, but now that he is a native of the Great Yin, eating the imperial food and receiving the royal subsidy, he still has a sense of belonging. In this kind of matter, he naturally stands on the side of the Great Yin royal family. side.

Zhou Ting stretched out his hand to help him smooth the wrinkles on his back: "I don't need it for now, I will definitely find you when I need it."

"I like your tone and attitude." Satisfied, Zhu Jue turned around and flirted.

Under the dizzy yellow light, the young man's brows and eyes were smiling, with a layer of ambiguity dyed in white.

Zhou Jue's restraint and restraint did not stop at last, he stretched out his hand and pulled Zhu Jue into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

Zhu Jue was stunned for a moment, and then he felt happy, relaxed his body and straightened his posture to let him hug him. He really is an ancient person. At this time, he still doesn't forget to abide by the etiquette, at most he just hugs.

Tsk, it's up to my brother to tease a man.

He straightened up and pressed against Zhou Ting's shoulder. The space was limited, and the wall-thumping could not be realized, but the shoulder-thumping could make do.

"do not move!"

Zhou Ting's eyes locked on him quietly, motionless, allowing him to fiddle with him.

Zhu Jue was dazzled by those eyes again, clamped his chin, and kissed him passionately, a standard French wet kiss, unequivocally, and also didn't forget to move the camera away.

The barrage suddenly screamed into a ball.

Thanks to the influence of 4 G's small movies, Zhu Jue has rich theoretical experience, coupled with his admirable practical spirit and instinct, he quickly became familiar with it, and mastered it with ease.

Zhou Teng was obviously a lot more jerky about the kiss, and was even startled, it took him a long time to react, and then he quickly understood the essence, and counterattacked back in a similar manner.

The kiss between the two was more or less forgetful. Zhou Ting was an adult physically and mentally, and Zhu Jue was too adult psychologically. In addition, this body was in a provocative juvenile stage and was very sensitive. A deep kiss made him tremble physically and mentally, his legs went limp, and he almost fell, but Zhou Ting stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around his waist in time, and hugged him onto his lap.

After such an interruption, Zhu Jue regained consciousness a little bit, and suddenly felt that he was the one who provoked it first, but in the end, it was himself who was kissed until his legs went limp!

He is now 12 percent sure that there is definitely something wrong with this body!Or there is something wrong with the cloud wood fragrance bead, how could it be so sensitive normally?What exactly did this ghost bead transform his physique into? !

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly became less interested, patted Zhou Ting on the shoulder, and ended the kiss.

Lips and tongues parted, and the two secretly calmed down.

Dim lights, closed space, and an affair-like situation are the most capable of igniting the secret desires in people's hearts, accompanied by ambiguous breaths and suggestive gestures.

Zhu Jue's throat was dry, and a familiar feeling ran through his body. Zhou Ting's body was also tense. He took a deep breath, stood up holding Zhu Jue with one hand, and then quickly put him away. Arranged his messy clothes: "Don't forget that you are still a princess now, so be reserved!"

I wiped it, but I actually beat him up. Is he the only one who enjoys it?

Zhu Jue raised his eyebrows: "Thank you, General, for reminding me. I will definitely keep it in mind and follow the instruction." Reservation is reserved, he wants to see who can't help it first!

Zhou Ting choked, and then showed a helpless expression, with a touch of pampering and tolerance in his eyes, and a hint of grievance in his tone: "You know that's not what I meant."

The magnetic voice was deep and infinitely gentle, obviously he had figured out where Zhu Jue was.

Too foul!

It's just a matter of seduction!

The awkwardness in Zhu Jue's heart was immediately smoothed out without leaving a trace.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, fortunately it wasn't his turn to be the emperor, otherwise with his self-control, he would definitely become the king of subjugation who was fascinated by sex.

Zheng Zheng was sighing sadly, but when Zhou Teng's voice changed, the tone was unprecedentedly hesitant: "So, have you ever been married?"

Zhu Jue flicked his sleeves for a while, saw Zhou Ting's expression, and smiled. Are you jealous?

But it's a disguised compliment to his kissing skills, isn't it?

"What if you've been married before, so what if you haven't?" He wanted to put on a more serious look, but Zhou Ting's jealous look was so cute that he couldn't let go of the arc of his mouth, "I don't even mind if you become married." Excuse me."

The light in Zhou Ting's eyes dimmed slightly: "I just want to know more about you..."

The smile on the corner of Zhu Jue's mouth tightened, and he hurriedly said, "It's okay to tell you, no, I've never been married, but my original world is different from here..."

He briefly explained the love and marriage views of the next two worlds in a few words, and then focused on giving Zhou Ting a popular science about what a small movie is.

While talking, he suddenly realized that from the beginning to the end, it was Zhou Ting who had been confessing to him. No matter what questions he asked, as long as he knew, he knew everything, but he almost never told him in detail. thing.

With such a comparison, I somehow feel a bit scumbag.

After listening to his explanation, Zhou Jue's gloomy expression disappeared instantly, and he regained his calm and confident appearance, and gently stroked his head with a smile: "Okay, I see, it's getting late, you first Huishuixie, Your Majesty will probably stay with Concubine Yi, and I will return directly to the residence later."

Zhu Jue: The scumbags are all illusions!

Before leaving the pavilion, he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten, turned around and said, "By the way, do you know about the dancing girl at the banquet just now?"

Interrupted by Pei Yi's affairs, I almost forgot about this.

Zhou Teng was standing with folded arms, staring at him, and shook his head lightly at him when he heard the words: "You don't have to worry about this matter, Your Majesty knows better than you and I."

This is true, Emperor Yanchang is not a fool who is so lustful and confused. Whether it is related to Bai Yueguang or cinnabar mole, this kind of intention is too obvious, and he knows there is something wrong with his brain.

He waved at Zhou Ting, opened the door and left.

Yi concubine's birth was very difficult, and she didn't give birth until dawn the next day. Naturally, it was impossible for Emperor Yanchang to accompany her all night long, even the imperial concubine did not have this kind of treatment, let alone Yi concubine, who stayed until the end of the waterside banquet the night before. Back to Guanfeng Hall.

At noon, Yipin finally gave birth to a son, who was ranked as the Ninth Prince.

When Chen heard that it was a prince hugging Yuan Bao, he hummed coldly, but he didn't say anything too vicious.

Zhu Jue won the bet and got half of the plate of gold, silver and jewels. The other half went to Princess Six. She hugged her with a smile, and said strangely proudly, "Oh, really, I won again by accident."

The fourth princess poked her finger: "Next time, you will definitely lose!"

The hated Yipin gave birth to a prince, but she wasn't too depressed.

Because the Ninth Prince was fairly healthy, but Yipin suffered a lot during this delivery, and she was judged to be bedridden for recuperation without Zhu Jue's help, at least for a year or two, otherwise her life would be in danger.

The news was kept tightly by Concubine Yi, but it couldn't be hidden from Chen Shi and Zhu Jue. Even the concubine who eats melons has her own channel to know the news, and then went to "visit" Concubine Yi, and when she came back, she would True and false "accidentally" are widely advertised.

The second princess who stayed in the palace also knew the news, and wrote a letter to Zhu Jue to inquire. Although the words were restrained, there was still a hint of joy.

Then the concubines, big and small, were boiling, and they were excited both openly and secretly. It was clearly autumn, but the air was filled with the scent of spring peach blossoms.

The beauties who had spent a whole summer came out of the door one after another, dressed up to enjoy the scenery in the gardens, large and small, especially in the landscape around the Guanfeng Hall, from time to time, you could see concubines in twos and threes playing and partying.

Among them, only Zhu Yi, the dancer Zeng, the beauty of the present spirit, is always alone, obviously isolated by everyone.

Emperor Yanchang "lived up to everyone's expectations" and adopted the dancer girl who was so overwhelming the country and city the next day, and directly canonized her as a fourth-rank beauty.

"Ling Yan Jian Xi Jiao Fu" is just right for concubines who are born as dancers, but for some reason, Zhu Jue immediately thought of the idea of ​​the undead.

He watched coldly. This spiritual beauty has a very quiet personality. At such a young age, she looks like she is not happy with things but not sad with herself. She is never proud of her beauty, nor sad because of being isolated.

She should eat and drink every day, and come out regularly to breathe. Except for the fright at the banquet that day, she has almost never seen her lose her composure, and she always looks calm and peaceful.

After going back and forth, the audience who originally suspected that there was some conspiracy turned their backs one after another. While licking the screen, they imagined all kinds of reasons to excuse the beauty, what was being used beyond their control, and so on.

Zhu Jue has become accustomed to the public appearance and dog attributes, so he directly ignores these barrages, and only picks out valuable information to read.

It doesn't matter whether this spiritual beauty is voluntary or coerced, since she participated in the incident, she was doomed to have a bad ending. Judging from Zhou Ting's tone, it is obvious that this spiritual beauty also appeared in his previous life , but it did not cause much sensation, otherwise it would not be the last laugh for the imperial concubine.

What Zhu Jue was actually more curious about was who this spiritual beauty represented, Emperor Yanchang's Bai Yueguang or his birth mother who was born as a dancing girl?He guessed it was Bai Yueguang, after all, the biological mother had a slightly heavy taste.

It's a pity that time was limited that day, and I didn't have time to ask Zhou Ting. Next time I have a chance, I must ask clearly.

Perhaps because it was not suitable for concubine Yi to move during childbirth, Emperor Yanchang issued an order to move her back to the palace half a month after the Mid-Autumn Festival. If he didn't mention it, Zhu Jue would have thought that she was planning to stay in the Yuxi Garden for the winter.

The day before he left, Zhu Jue went to look for Emperor Yanchang, but it was rare for him to escape. He followed the footsteps of Emperor Yanchang all the way, and finally found him at Feishuang Terrace in the northeast corner.