There is a fake demigod in the East Palace

Ye Zhaoling admitted his mistakes in a timely manner and apologized in a good manner.However, what he thought to be sincere did not appease the prince's anger, but instead added fuel to the fire.

"Other than that, don't you have anything else to say to me?" Rong Zheng's tone was a little bit colder than before.

Ye Zhaoling thought about it for a moment, and said to Rong Zheng very sincerely: "If necessary, I will try my best to cooperate with you to eliminate this impact."

Rong Zheng's hand rested on the window eaves, his nails embedded several scratches on the wooden frame.He rushed back from S City all the way, just wanting an answer from Ye Zhaoling.He knew what he was expecting, even if Ye Zhaoling used untenable excuses or lies full of loopholes to prevaricate him, they would not make him as disheartened as these few apologies without hesitation.

But Rong Zheng quickly put on his armor again, he felt that he was already embarrassed enough, and he couldn't let Ye Zhaoling see anything.

"You and I are two people who have nothing to do with each other. Even if you are forced to become a grasshopper on a rope, you are still free to be with whoever you want." The sudden exhaustion made Rong Zheng completely calm, and he casually Close the window, and walk towards Ye Zhaoling slowly: "I'm not interested in interfering in your emotional life, but don't forget who you are now. You have acted so openly this time, have you considered the reputation of the royal family?"

"Reputation of the royal family?" Rong Zheng's words were reasonable and even very understanding, but they fell into Ye Zhaoling's ears, and every word directly pierced his lungs.

"What does the reputation of the royal family have to do with me?" When he spoke again, Ye Zhaoling's voice contained the cold hostility he had never shown towards Rong Zheng.

"It's very good, I don't care about anything for the sake of Rong Rong."

Ye Zhaoling's unusual emotion was fleeting, and Rong Zheng didn't notice it.He laughed mockingly, and jokingly said, "This cousin of mine actually has such a blessing."

"That's not true, I know you don't believe it, but there is really nothing between Rong Rong and me." Rong Zheng's stupid words dragged Ye Zhaoling back from her extreme emotions, and she was so angry that she started He said indiscriminately: "But men, there are always some normal physical desires. Today is not Rong Rong, and tomorrow there will be no Wang Rong and Li Rong, so I can't afford the important responsibility of your royal family, let alone be obliged to guard your body like jade."

Rong Zheng laughed back angrily: "So? So you can go out and run amok?"

"What can you do to me? I'd like to see what you will do to protect your royal family's reputation." As he spoke, Ye Zhaoling raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and got up and approached Rong Zheng.His eyebrows were raised slightly, his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were presumptuous and bewitching.

"Is it to expel me from the royal family to suspend the family tradition." Ye Zhaoling looked straight into Rong Zheng's eyes without hesitation, and said provocatively, "Or are you going to condescend and condescend to relieve me personally?"

Ye Zhaoling knew that these few words of hers were enough to drive Rong Zheng into a rage, and as expected, Rong Zheng pushed him away mercilessly as soon as he finished speaking.

Ye Zhaoling lay back on the sofa and couldn't help laughing.He forcibly stopped his smile, looked up at Rong Zheng, and teased, "I said Your Highness, you really..."

Before Ye Zhaoling finished speaking, a black shadow pressed down on his head.Ye Zhaoling realized that the situation was different, and before he got up, Rong Zheng stepped forward and blocked him between himself and the back of the sofa.

"Okay." There was no trace of anger on Rong Zheng's face, he approached Ye Zhaoling slowly, unhurriedly took off his tie and threw it on the ground: "Since you have spoken, I have no reason to refuse."

While speaking, Rong Zheng had already reached out to caress Ye Zhaoling's front lapel, and started to unbutton his shirt.

Ye Zhaoling stared at Rong Zheng's jade-white hands, his face darkened inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, most of the buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned.Rong Zheng's fingers are very cold, a casual touch can always bring out a series of shudders.

"Rong Zheng, do you know what you're doing?" Ye Zhaoling asked.

"It's very clear." When the last few buttons were left, Rong Zheng tore them away impatiently. The sound of the buttons being scattered on the ground was so small, but it was as clear as if they were exploding beside the ears, which made people feel uncomfortable. palpitations.

"Fulfill your duty as a husband," Rong Zheng said.

Ye Zhaoling's face collapsed: "Get out of here while I'm still a little patient."

"What's the matter? It's just carnal pleasure, and I don't want your rotten heart." Rong Zheng knelt on the sofa with one knee, pressed Ye Zhaoling's shoulder, buried his head, and said vaguely: "Last time Did you react when you were in the car? And last time in the hot spring..."

"So what? I'm not impotent." Ye Zhaoling cut off Rong Zheng's words, and the damp heat in his chest made him rage.

But he wanted to put on a calm and unhurried look, and refused to show weakness: "It's okay for us to help each other once in a while, but I'm only on top, if His Highness insists on this..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhaoling shot like lightning, and grabbed Rong Zheng's arm at the right time.Immediately afterwards, he jumped forward and successfully pressed Rong Zheng under him.

Ye Zhaoling sat straddling Rong Zheng's lap, imprisoned the prince's hands behind his back with one hand, and gently patted Rong Zheng's cheek with the other hand, and said the next words lightly: "I can only bear You."

Ye Zhaoling was so presumptuous, Rong Zheng was not angry, he lay down under Ye Zhaoling calmly, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the Taoist priest likes this posture."

As he spoke, Rong Zheng half straightened his body, and quickly put Ye Zhaoling's lips in his mouth.He lowered his eyes, paused for a few seconds with his lips and teeth touching, then closed his eyes, and began to kiss Ye Zhaoling carefully.

Ye Zhaoling was overwhelmed by Rong Zheng's kiss and froze in place.At this moment, he has the upper hand and can completely avoid Rong Zheng's kiss.

But he didn't.

There was the sound of broken porcelain in the small hall, and Le Zhi stood on the corridor and asked Yan Tian worriedly: "What should I do? Will they fight? Do you want to go in and persuade them?"

Yan Tian looked like an old monk in meditation, and said: "No busy, come here first tonight, everyone get off work first."

The light in the small living room was turned off at some point, and then a small light was lit in the prince's bedroom.Rong Zheng was still well-dressed, but Ye Zhaoling's front buttons were all unbuttoned, and the originally ironed shirt was twisted into a ball, and it seemed to be draped over his elbows.

The two tossed and tossed for most of the night, but it was still hard to tell who was the best.When a man desires to be superior, he can ignore it, but before this final step, his reason will return in an instant.

Seeing that Rong Zheng's actions became more and more unscrupulous, Ye Zhaoling couldn't bear it anymore, and planned to kick the person on him to the ground.

But when he looked into Rong Zheng's eyes, he seemed to see a trace of sadness coming from nowhere, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Obviously, it is me who is being pinned on the bed to behave mischievously!

Ye Zhaoling gritted his teeth and thought, and his heart suddenly softened. He resignedly gave up resistance, melted himself into the shadows, and slowly began to cater.

He hugged Rong Zheng tightly, as if comforting a wounded cub, and patted his back lightly.

Rong Zheng froze all over, lowered his head and buried his face on his shoulder, unwilling to let him see his emotions again.