Cowardly husband dressed as abusive male protagonist

Rong Qi was wearing Tsing Yi, walking unhurriedly, and soon came to the gate of a courtyard.

With a "creak", he pushed the door open, and Qin Ziye followed Rong Qi and quietly looked at the decorations in the yard.

The courtyard given by Qin Zize is probably not bad.There are many bamboos, there is a small pond, and the smell of alcohol has not dissipated in the yard.

Rong Qi made a gesture of invitation to Qin Ziye, Qin Ziye was not pretentious, he knelt on the futon.

Rong Qi washed his hands in the basin beside him, the water droplets from his knuckle fingers slipped from his fingertips, crystal clear.

Qin Ziye has observed that there are not many servants in this yard, but the furnishings in the room are very clean. There should be a few servants who sprinkle water.

Rong Qi lit a small fire on the table, he put the boiling water in, the tea leaves gave off a fragrance like after the rain, Qin Ziye saw the movement of Rong Qi's hands like flowing water, he was unnaturally a little cautious, although he I have seen Rong Qi make tea in front of him before, but this other person who is relatively a stranger makes tea in front of him.

Qin Ziye knelt down on the futon neatly, Rong Qi saw Qin Ziye's quiet and well-defined face from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but move in his heart.

With white arms full of thin muscles, Rong Qi rolled up the sleeves in his hands, his eyes were lowered, and the ghostly face covering his face was somewhat ferocious.

The cyan clothes fell on the floor, and the wooden room smelled of tea and wood intertwined. Rong Qi's temperament was clear, but Qin Ziye smelled a bit of tranquility from him.

The tea was ups and downs in the teacup, Qin Ziye lifted it up with his hand and took a sip, the fragrance filled his mouth, he felt the tip of his tongue was numb.

Burned.

Rong Qi was just sitting on the futon when he noticed Qin Ziye's face was silent and his lips moved slightly.

Only then did he cast his gaze vaguely on Qin Ziye's teacup on the table, and when he realized that half of the tea was missing in the teacup, Rong Qi only felt that Qin Ziye's way of enduring his tongue being scalded made him annoyed and funny.

"Mr. Ghost Face, I'm here to attract you this time. Brother Ze recommended you to me before leaving Beijing." Qin Ziye smiled, "But even if Brother Ze didn't say anything, I wouldn't give up on Mr. A talent."

The teacup in Rong Qi's hand and the teapot on the table were steaming with steam, covering Rong Qi's ferocious ghost mask, but no one would have noticed the slender white neck and slender waist under the ghost mask. Think of the appearance under the ghost mask as an ugly person.

"Your Majesty is very honest, but what can His Majesty bring to the grassroots? Caomin's temperament is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, because His Royal Highness the Regent once helped the grassroots, and Caomin worked as an aide in the Prince Ding's mansion. So, is there anything His Majesty can convince the grassroots?"

Rong Qi's voice was clear, cold and rational.

His eyes were lowered, his thin hair and that ferocious ghost mask made it impossible for Qin Ziye to see half of his expression.

Naturally, Qin Ziye didn't feel his body tremble, and this Mr. Ghost Face, who could climb through the sky, bowed down under his dragon robe.

With sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, he said a word in a deep voice: "Zhen."

A trace of confusion flashed across Rong Qi's black eyes, if he hadn't heard Qin Ziye's voice, he would have suspected that Qin Ziye hadn't spoken.

I what?Could it be that the second half of Qin Ziye's sentence was swallowed?

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Rong Qi asked in a cold voice.

Qin Ziye pointed at himself with a slender finger, confidently, with a low voice: "If you don't know what I will give you, then you can follow me to see if I am the master in your mind, see Let's see if I can convince Mr.

Qin Ziye looked at Rong Qi with his long and narrow eyes, and the corner of his mouth lightly raised: "My biggest reliance is myself."

Rong Qi raised his eyes and looked at Qin Ziye, who was kneeling in a simple wooden bamboo house, his black robe fell on the floor, his long legs rested on the futon, handsome and sharp, this young man The emperor is showing him his confidence and ambition.

With a full aura, with a strong sense of oppression, Qin Ziye has fierce beauty and the heart of wanting to be an emperor, Rong Qi doesn't hate it at all, but he can't let Qin Ziye be so proud now.

He is a different person now.

"Although your majesty's words are unreasonable, they still sound reasonable. Then the grass people will agree to your majesty's words, but your majesty grass people also have a few conditions. I hope your majesty can agree to the grass people."

Qin Ziye still has a thick skin in this kind of matter, and he readily responded: "Mr. has concerns and should be concerned. Please tell me, sir."

After the two of them spoke clearly, Qin Ziye stood up with satisfaction on his face, and said in a low voice: "Today I'm bothering Mr., it's getting late, I'm going back to the palace first."

Rong Qi stood up to send Qin Ziye off, and got up suddenly, Qin Ziye quickly gave Rong Qi a hand, Qin Ziye's fingers slid across Rong Qi's wrist calmly.

Rong Qi stood firmly, but Qin Ziye moved too fast.

"Sir, stop here." Qin Ziye said with a smile, turning around with deep eyes.

Naturally, Rong Qi noticed that Qin Ziye slid his hand across his wrist, Rong Qi looked at his wrist, and smiled.

Qin Ziye was envious of Mr. Ghost Mian's talent, but after realizing that Mr. Ghost Mian had a strong internal force, Qin Ziye still had a trace of doubt in his heart.

The question weighed on his mind.

When he walked out of the courtyard, he realized that the sun was almost halfway down. Suddenly, he had chatted with this Mr. Ghost Face for a long time. He stepped on his own shriveled shadow underneath. Shaking slightly, a round of setting sun behind him printed the whole sky red.

Light spots sprinkled on his face, his body.

At the gate of a courtyard, a man in Tsing Yi wearing a ghost mask, his dark eyes looked at the man who was gradually turning into black spots in front of him, and smiled lightly.

In the evening, the fighting gradually ceased, and today Qimen personally killed Qing soldiers under Jin Ming's eyes.

He and the soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin hooked up, and they were about to have dinner, Qi Men said with a smile: "Little brother, I'll go change my clothes first, so I can't dirty the eyes of His Highness the Crown Prince."

"If you didn't know that you are from the Qing Kingdom, you kid, I would have thought you grew up in the Kingdom of Jin!"

Only people from the Kingdom of Jin respected Jin Ming very much, and Qi Men's bewildered appearance made the soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin feel disdainful.

Qi Men punched the speaker: "His Royal Highness deserves it!"

Several people laughed together, and Qi Men was no different from Jin Bing in his smile.

Qi Men stepped into the tent, there was no one in the tent, he was lying upside down on the bed, his stomach was sour.

He got out of bed and splashed water on his face with one hand. The water dripped down his eyelids, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.

"Qi Men, why haven't you come—"

"It's coming! It's coming—" Qi Men wiped his face and responded loudly.

The imperial palace is majestic and solemn, and the imperial guards patrol all over the place at night.

Qin Ziye's face was serious, and he opened his box.

When Rong Qi walked in, Qin Ziye looked at the box next to the bed with a painful face.

"Why did Your Majesty take out your personal suitcase again?" Rong Qi changed a euphemistic word.

"We can't sit on the mountain and eat nothing. I plan to replace Huangzhuang with farmland for the common people to do farming." Qin Ziye also went to the disaster area today besides Mr. Ghost Mian.

There were not a few grains of rice in the bowl, so how could it make these people feel better? Although the Liu family, Zhu family and other merchants responded to Qin Ziye's imperial edict, the supply was still in short supply.

"Your Majesty, to tell you the truth, when you first came to power, you reorganized the East Factory and the cabinet, and built an attic. If you turn Huangzhuang into farming, the courtiers might spit out their mouths."

Rong Qi thought he was good at making trouble, but Qin Ziye was too good at making trouble.

The anger of the courtiers will accumulate step by step, and will explode at a certain point.

Qin Ziye frowned: "I still want the family to give up the land."

Rong Qi: ...

"I have to go to the border as soon as possible, and I have to remove some obstacles in the country."

Qin Ziye already had an idea in his mind, he was never a grumpy person, on the contrary he was very decisive and ruthless.

Rong Qi is not a grumpy person either, his reputation in his previous life was surprisingly bad.But he didn't want Qin Ziye to leave a reputation as a tyrant in this life.

Wenchen's pen is always full of poisonous juice.

"However, there is a way, which is to find a bigger contradiction to divert attention." Rong Qi looked at Qin Ziye with dark eyes, and the white robe fit snugly on his body.

Qin Ziye kept looking at Rong Qi, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Rong Qi walked into the inner hall of Panlong Hall, and he took out the medicine bottle for scalds from the medicine box.

"Your Majesty, stick out your tongue."

Qin Ziye:? ? ?

Qin Ziye sat on the chair, he subconsciously opened his mouth.

Rong Qi's clothes fell to the ground, he held the medicine bottle, looked at the fine bubbles on the tip of Qin Ziye's tongue, approached Qin Ziye's face, and scattered the medicine powder on Qin Ziye's tongue.

Qin Ziye's ears were red.

"Don't move your tongue tonight." Rong Qi put the medicine bottle away and said.

"Oh—" Qin Ziye stuck out the tip of his tongue to his gums, and he nodded obediently.

Qin Ziye sat on the bed in a daze.

The sound of water came from the big bath, Qin Ziye was covered with a quilt, his round eyes were circling around.

After a while, Rong Qi came out of the bath wearing a white undershirt. Ever since he gained internal strength, he had dried his long hair in the bath.

His ankles were fair and clean, and he gradually walked into the dragon bed and turned off the lights.

Rong Qi slowly climbed onto the bed, the temperature in the quilt was moderate, Rong Qi's body was naturally afraid of the cold, and he was very satisfied with Qin Ziye's heater.

When it was cold, he would even tiptoe and quietly put his fingers into Qin Ziye's warm neck.

He knew that Qin Ziye must know that his arrival was just to manipulate him.

Qin Ziye had broad shoulders, his big hands rested on Rong Qi's waist, and Rong Qi's long hair spread across Qin Ziye's chest.

Darkness breeds evil and desire. In the most noble Panlong Hall in the palace, Qin Ziye's slender and young body occupies most of the place on the dragon bed. Rong Qi's long eyelashes trembled, and his fingertips lazily It rested on Qin Ziye's chest.

There was a coolness, the coolness of the fingertips intertwined with the scorching heat of the body.

"Qiqi, how do you know my tongue was burned?" Qin Ziye's eyes could not be seen clearly in the dark, but Rong Qi knew that Qin Ziye must be watching him.

Rong Qi raised his eyes, and his slender legs were placed beside him. At this moment, he was sitting peacefully on the bed, even his hair exuded gentleness.

The author has something to say: [Vest]

Rong Qi: Double life, double fall!

Qin Ziye: Oh shit!Play me in the applause, the cowhide blows to the sky!