Host, actor's ex-boyfriend's blackening value +1+1

(Feng Ling Jiuxiao: Please believe me, there is no brainless dog blood abuse, the ending is sweet)

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"Let him in." Rong Yuheng said.

The housekeeper froze for a moment.

two hours ago...

The second prince Rong Chi, the younger brother of His Royal Highness, came here in person and invited the prince to the palace for a banquet.

The prince...but he didn't even let Rong Chi in.

Arrogant and indifferent.

The butler didn't move.

Rong Yuheng frowned, and sat on the wheelchair again, as if he was a man with no legs, "Forget it, I will see you in person."

The butler hurried forward, respectfully pushed the wheelchair for Rong Yuheng, and walked to the gate of the Regent's Palace.

Outside the Regent's Palace.

"His Royal Highness, the regent cannot see you." The second prince Rong Chi said: "He is cold and violent by nature, and he left his younger brother here for two full hours without even giving him a sip of tea."

Rong Che sat in the carriage, turned a page of the military book in his hand, and did not speak.

A trace of resentment flashed in Rong Chi's eyes.

Why, Rong Che was born as a prince?

Why, after 18 years of proton career, Rong Che didn't die in a foreign country?

He must kill Rong Che.

As long as Rong Che dies, his adopted son will be the only heir of Rong Guo.

Rong Chi suppressed the hatred in his heart, stood beside Rong Che's carriage, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, what the regent hates the most is bright yellow. You may have angered him by wearing the bright yellow prince's court clothes. He'll just tie you up and throw you out."

The regent's royal power is in the hands of the opposition, and no one can stop him from doing what he wants to do.

Even the emperor has to give way.

It's not like he didn't dare to tie a prince.

Rong Chi said again: "However, you will definitely not see him..."

The voice just fell.

The gates of the Regent's Palace opened.

"Ache!" It was Rong Yuheng's voice.

Rong Chi was stunned.

The two guards lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Rong Che gracefully got out of the carriage stepping on the carved stool.

Rong Yuheng looked him up and down, and smiled, "Ahche looks so good in bright yellow."

Sometimes, I really want to put that touch of bright yellow on the couch.

Rong Chi's face froze.

Thinking of what he said to Rong Che just now...

——His Royal Highness, it is impossible for the regent to see you.

——His Royal Highness, what the regent hates the most is bright yellow.

Rong Chi's face was swollen from the beating.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at Rong Yuheng, and saluted respectfully, "See Emperor Uncle."

Rong Yuheng acted as if he didn't hear it.

The wheelchair walked up to Rong Che.

Rong Che bent down subconsciously and lowered his head.

Rong Yuheng sat in a wheelchair and looked up at others for a long time. It would be very uncomfortable and disrespectful.

He bowed his head.

Rong Yuheng just raised his hand to pick his chin, "Are you dumb? Can't call?"

The servants and guards around were dumbfounded.

The poses of His Royal Highness the Regent and His Highness the Crown Prince... no matter how you look at it, there is an ambiguous taste.

No, no, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince already has a fiancée, and the future Crown Princess has also been invited to the palace for a banquet, no way! !

Rong Che frowned.

He took half a step back, trying to hide.

Rong Yuheng let go of the hand holding his chin, and gently swept Rong Che's face with the back of his hand.

Then, Rong Yuheng turned his palm over, hooked the tip of Rong Che's nose with calloused fingertips, as if teasing a canary in a cage, and smiled playfully: "What are you hiding from? Is this king hurting you?"

Rong Che said coldly, reminding him not to forget his identity, "Uncle Emperor."

Rong Yuheng corrected him: "Master."

Everyone: "..."

Rong Chi asked Rong Che in disbelief: "His Royal Highness, Uncle Emperor...is your master?"

Rong Che opened his mouth to deny it.

I was about to make a sound, but found that I couldn't make any sound.

Rong Yuheng was playing with an exquisite white porcelain bottle in his hand, and looked at Rong Che with a half-smile.

Rong Che paused.

In that porcelain bottle was the antidote he had to take every night.

This is the threat of Chiguoguo.

Rong Yuheng's deep voice rang in his ears, "Little apprentice, speak."

In the next second, Rong Che felt that his dumb acupuncture point was released, and what was rolling in his heart was anger.

Rong Yuheng's city is extremely deep, and he has a strong purpose in everything he does.

But no matter what Rong Yuheng wanted to do, it was to confer his martial arts, to hit his dumb points, to force him to admit the master-student relationship between them, it was really over.

"Rong Yuheng." On the carriage going to the palace for the banquet, Rong Che called Rong Yuheng by name, and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

In the carriage, there were only Rong Che and Rong Yuheng.

Rong Che's tone of voice didn't restrain much.

Rong Yuheng gracefully shook the folding fan, took a sip of hot tea, and asked slowly: "What's wrong?"

Rong Che gritted his teeth: "When will you unlock Gu's acupuncture points?"

His martial arts were sealed by Rong Yuheng for nearly half a month.

Rong Che found many people with high martial arts skills, trying to unlock the sealed acupuncture points.

However, to no avail.

His inner strength and martial arts seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

No one can solve it.

The smile on the corners of Rong Yuheng's lips subsided, "Ache, if you answer a question honestly, I will solve it for you."

"what is the problem?"

Rong Yuheng put away the folding fan and asked seriously: "How long can you live?"

Rong Che's face changed slightly, and in an instant, he smiled casually, "Gu is the prince of a country, and his life is long."

"Rong Che!" Rong Yuheng raised his hand to grab his throat, his whole body was furious, "I will ask you again, tell me the truth, how long can you live?"

Rong Yuheng's eyes were red with a faint mist of blood.

His chest heaved violently.

There was a strong sense of violence and coolness all over his body.

It seemed that if Rong Che dared to tell another half lie, Rong Yuheng could strangle him immediately.

Rong Che's purple and bewitching eyes flickered, unable to hide his sickness and weakness.

His face was as pale as paper.

Obviously, it has reached the end of its strength.

"You knew already?"

Rong Yuheng pinched his throat, stared at him, and said in a fierce and brutal tone: "Rong Che! Why do you think I want to seal your martial arts? Is it really because I am afraid that you will escape? If I don't seal your martial arts, you still want to give up your martial arts." How many years can you live? If you don’t tell the truth... I will lock you up in the palace and punish you severely. Are you dumb when you speak?”

Rong Che was stunned by his yelling, and guilty of not daring to look him in the eyes, he said dryly: "When I... was a hostage in the enemy country, all the muscles and veins in my body were destroyed by others. A piece of trash who can't cultivate internal strength."

"So..." Rong Che's voice was very low, like a child who has done something wrong, "I took the medicine to reverse the meridians, and exchanged my 50 years of life for martial arts for revenge."

Fortunately, he succeeded.

The two countries were at war, and Rong Che secretly killed thousands of generals of the enemy country and provided a lot of key information.

The veins on Rong Yuheng's forehead were throbbing. He grabbed Rong Che's collar and raised his hand to give him a slap.

Rong Che slowly closed his eyes.

But didn't feel the slightest pain.

Rong Che opened his eyes, and saw Rong Yuheng's hand froze in the air, slowly hanging down, clenched into a fist.

"50 years of life, just for revenge?" Rong Yuheng pushed Rong Che away fiercely, "Rong Che, what do you take your own life for?"

Rong Che smiled darkly, and said frankly, "Tools."

A tool to help him reach the pinnacle of power.

If he hadn't made great military exploits, he wouldn't be the crown prince today.

The anger in Rong Yuheng's heart surged upwards.

He casually picked up a memorial in the carriage, furiously: "Hold out your hand."

Rong Che didn't react, and stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Snapped--

The memorial was poured with inner strength, and it slammed on the tender flesh of Rong Che's palm.

Caught off guard, Rong Che cried out in pain.

The whole palm is sore.

Rong Yuheng said in a calm voice: "Since I know I was wrong, I will seek medical advice for you in the future, and you treat me honestly..."

"There's nothing wrong with Gu!" Rong Che interrupted him, sticking his neck stubbornly, "Uncle, 18 years ago, millions of people in Rong Country died tragically under the iron hooves of the enemy country, and there were corpses everywhere! No revenge, An orphan is not worthy of being a man, let alone this prince!"

Rong Yuheng was full of anger.

He held Rong Che's fingertips...

The memorial in his hand was mercilessly drawn down again.

Snapped--

Rong Che's palm turned red and swelled up high.

Hot and stinging.

Rong Che bit his lip in pain, stubbornly looked away, and never cried out again.

Rong Yuheng felt pain and hatred in his heart, and asked coldly: "Do you admit your mistake?"

Rong Che didn't speak.

Rong Yuheng slapped his palm a few more times.

Suddenly, a few drops of blood dripped on the back of Rong Yuheng's hand.

The scarlet blood hurt Rong Yuheng's eyes deeply, he threw away the memorial in his hand in a panic, and looked at Rong Che.

There was still a trace of blood on the corner of Rong Che's mouth.

Blood slid down his chin and dripped on the back of Rong Yuheng's hand...

Rong Che's body was exhausted.

When emotional, he vomits blood.

Rong Yuheng's psychological defense collapsed.

He looked at Rong Che regretfully, and wanted to hug him, but he didn't dare.

The bottom of my heart, like being whipped with barbed thorns, was bloody and painful.

What did he do to Rong Che?

Knowing that the child had lost 50 years of life and was as weak as a broken porcelain doll, he beat him with his hands and was aggressive.

"Ache..." Rong Yuheng's voice softened, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Rong Yuheng held Rong Che's hand carefully, avoiding the wound on his palm, and gently covered the back of Rong Che's hand with his lips.

Rong Che trembled.

There seems to be an electric current flowing in the body.

He pushed Rong Yuheng away abruptly, frowned, "Uncle Huang, I'm your junior, you can't..."

Rong Yuheng felt a little joy in his heart.

His Ah Che is not against being with men.

Just care about him and his identity relationship.

Rong Yuheng grabbed Rong Che's wrist, pressed it domineeringly on top of his head, leaned over, kissed Rong Che's lips, and kissed away the blood at the corner of his mouth.

This is the first time.

As a man, Rong Yuheng kissed Rong Che forcefully.

Rong Che's eyes widened and he struggled desperately.

But the internal force is sealed.

The small amount of strength he resisted could arouse Rong Yuheng's evil thoughts even more.

Rong Yuheng pinched Rong Che's cheeks with his hands, forcing him to open his mouth so that he could attack the city and conquer the territory.

a long time……

Rong Yuheng let go of Ah Che with a slightly flustered breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ah Che, we are not related by blood, your father...is just the sworn brother of this king."

Rong Che stroked his throat.

Just now, Rong Yuheng gave him a medicine with his mouth, it was very bitter.

It was the taste of the antidote that Rong Yuheng usually gave him.

After taking that medicine...

Rong Che felt that the chaotic qi and meridians in his body seemed to be instantly suppressed by the mild medicine effect, and the severe pain in the internal organs all year round also eased.

Rong Che couldn't hold back, and asked, "What is the antidote you give Gu to every night?"

Rong Yuheng wiped away the water from the corner of Rong Che's mouth with his thumb, and said, "The medicine that protects your heart, saves your life."

"Ache, this king will not harm you."

"Isn't this the antidote?" Rong Che shrank his pupils and said in disbelief, "But the highly poisonous medicine I took alone before..."

Rong Yuheng smiled, "I'm lying to you, it's just a pill that has no effect."

"Then why did the uncle want to talk again?"

Rong Yuheng stretched out his hand, and gently hugged Rong Che in his arms, "Because, my heart hurts."

Rong Che froze and did not move.

He rested his chin on Rong Yuheng's shoulder, sniffing the fragrance of his body.

The two were silent all the way.

The carriage soon arrived at the palace.

As soon as Rong Che got out of the car, his eyes were covered by his hands from behind, and a rough growl came from his ears: "Robbery!!"

The corner of Rong Che's mouth twitched, "Lin Fei, take your paws away from Gu's face."

The little girl named Lin Fei, wearing a lotus blue skirt, took her hand away with regret on her face.

Rong Che turned around, faced the little girl who was as tall as his collarbone, and asked, "Little girl, have you played enough?"

Lin Fei pursed her lips, saw Rong Che's left hand hidden in the sleeve, which seemed to be wrapped in gauze, and asked, "Brother Rong Che, what's wrong with your hand?"

"fine."

You can't tell Lin Fei that it was drawn by Rong Yuheng with the memorial, right?

Rong Che keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the palace was not right, so he asked Lin Fei, "What's wrong in the palace?"

Lin Fei lowered her voice: "My brother is the commander of the Royal Forest Army. My brother said...the emperor dispatched [-] Imperial Forest Army to surround and kill the Regent at a banquet later."

Rong Che froze.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the sore and numb lips that Rong Yuheng had kissed forcefully just now.

My heart was in a mess.

Lin Fei didn't notice his abnormality, and said again: "Brother Rong Che, someone came to the prime minister's mansion this morning to announce the decree, saying, saying that they want...to let you marry me as the princess, this..."

Lin Fei stammered.

Rong Che put his left hand behind his back, and said to Lin Fei: "No, leave this matter to Gu to solve it, and Gu will not separate you and your sweetheart."

He was a hostage in the enemy country for 18 years.

Lin Fei accompanied him for four years in the enemy country, just like his own sister.

Rong Che knew that Lin Fei had a sweetheart of her own.

Lin Fei bit her lips and hesitated to speak, her face blushed violently, "Brother Rong Che, in fact, my sweetheart is..."

Before Lin Fei could finish speaking.

The familiar sound of wheelchair axles sounded behind Rong Che.

When Rong Che turned around, he saw Rong Yuheng who was expressionless.

At that moment, Rong Che almost panicked.