Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Xie Zhuo looked at His Majesty who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, a question mark slowly rose on his head.

That's not what you said just now, is it really okay for Jinkouyuyan to repent like this?

The emperor squinted at him, coughed suddenly, and said weakly: "Go down, I'm tired."

He doesn't care about young people's affairs.

"Your Majesty..." Before Xie Zhuo finished speaking, Jian Xingzhi dragged him out of the imperial study.

The carriage slowly drove away from the imperial city, and Xie Zhuo was getting farther and farther away from his last hope.

Jian Xingzhi looked at the distraught guy quietly, rubbed his fingertips on the faint redness in his collar, and said with a light smile: "I think Ah Zhuo is very disappointed?"

His voice was extremely gentle, but for no reason it reminded Xie Zhuo of that frantic night.

He straightened his face and quickly said, "I didn't!"

How could he be disappointed...

Well, only a little bit.

At last the hope of leaving the capital was dashed.

Jian Xingzhi chuckled, her lips lingered between Xie Zhuo's collar, her voice whispered like a sympathizer: "I believe in Ah Zhuo, and Ah Zhuo don't lie to me."

Otherwise, he didn't know if he could restrain the tyranny in his heart.

Feeling the danger subtly, Xie Zhuo touched his dog's head dejectedly, dejectedly and desperately: "Where can I go?"

The world is simple, where can he go?

Even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he would be caught by this guy three feet away, so why waste all that effort.

"Ah Zhuo, good boy." Jian Xingzhi kissed his lips like a reward, leading him into the abyss of chaos.

Ah Zhuo, you are mine, you are not allowed to leave.

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In the spring of the second year of Tianyuan.

Today, the crown prince moved to Lishan on the grounds of physical discomfort, and the prince ascended the throne.

The enthronement ceremony was extremely grand, the sound of bells and drums was solemn and solemn, and the fierce banners fluttered in the wind.

The Son of Heaven stood beside the altar, cupping his hands in worship.

The solemn and distant voice rang out for a long time, making Xie Zhuo distracted.

He didn't rest well yesterday...

"Chuan Yin!" The high-pitched voice of the ritual official sounded, and Xie Zhuo was shocked.

Holding the jade seal that placed the highest authority in the dynasty, he walked slowly until the emperor's feet.

Xie Zhuo knelt down on the ground, offering the jade seal with both hands, and his voice became more solemn according to this occasion: "Your Majesty's palm seal."

The next moment, with a slight light in his hand, Yuxi must have been taken away by that person.

When Xie Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the matter was over, his hand was suddenly held.

That hand was warm and slender, and she had interlocked with him countless times, doing all the intimate things.

Xie Zhuo was no stranger to these hands, but he never thought that these hands would actually hold him at this moment.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jian Xingzhi in astonishment, but he saw that the man was still not looking sideways, but he pulled him up with a little force, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Kneel!" The solemn voice of the ceremony official sounded again, and the clang of the armor sounded, and there was no one standing after the two of them were removed.

Secret joy was born at this moment, as if only the two of them were worthy of joining hands in this world.

Jian Xingzhi watched his country and his subjects condescendingly, "Ah Zhuo, look."

This is our country, this is your world and mine.

Today I ascend to the high position with you, and you can never leave me again. .

He looked sideways at the person beside him, and the piercing obsession in his eyes was like a raging fire.

It can't be burnt out, it can't be extinguished.

Life after life, it will never change.