Chapter 31: Cold love prince

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The Yongyan Temple is crowded with the Taiji Palace. Ye Zhizhou is away from the crowd at the junction of the inner hall and the cloister. He looks at the guards of the black robes who are in the corner and pokes the system in his heart. "Do you miss the information? How can there be a purple gold guardian in the Eight Emperors?" This is the emperor's private soldier, and the rights are overhead. Outside the system, only one master is recognized in his life. It is the best dark knife in the hands of the emperor. In the original plot, the Seven Emperors had wanted to conquer them after they ascended the throne. Unfortunately, this group of soldiers did not buy it. All of them took suicide and went to Huangquan to continue to protect the emperor.
[All information has been given by the system. ]
Turning his eyes in his heart, he confessed to plot the plot data. The original plot information did not have much ink on the sick and short-lived Eight Emperors. His existence seemed to be just to provide An Chengjie with a springboard for entering the Great Yanhuang Circle. Because of his physical and age reasons, he is particularly inconspicuous in many outstanding emperors, and he only has a few descriptions when he dies. When I was a grand palace, only the emperor was really sad for his death, and he was seriously ill for a month. At the reminder of An Chengjie, the Seven Emperors took the opportunity to present their courtesy in front of the emperor, brushing up the emperor's good feelings, and playing a solid foundation for him.
He turned off the information and his brows were not consciously wrinkled. In the morning, An Chengsheng said that the Eight Emperors were not simple. After that, the Eight Emperors mentioned some cases and names that were not inked in the system data, and the Zijin guards who were guarded here. The performances and the original plots were not The eight emperors who are eye-catching are completely different and really suspicious.
"The emperor is driving!"
The sharp notification sounded through the night sky. He looked up and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a bright yellow figure rushing in with a group of people, and the women’s guards in the area went down and bowed. .
I almost forgot that this is an ancient society that pays homage... He has no choice but to bow his head and fall to the ground with the movements of everyone, trying to narrow the sense of existence. However, the day was not a wish, and the Ming Huang figure suddenly stopped when passing by the corridor, and then a majestic and heavy voice sounded not far from his head. "You are An Chengle?"
He moved, and he wanted to look up and feared that he could not poke the taboo of "can't face the holy face". He only slightly straightened his body and replied, "Return to the emperor, it is the grass people."
"Get up, go in with me." Continue to move forward.
A small came out from behind the emperor, bent over to stop by him, and reached out to make a gesture of please, but Christine could not refuse. Ye Zhizhou straightened up to look at him, and looked at the emperor who hurried into the inner hall, sighing in his heart. In ancient times, this was not good. The imperial power was bigger than the sky. The civilians did not have human rights. It’s so annoying, it’s going to end, it’s too bad.
After entering the temple, Yan Di went to see Yan Mingyong who was lying in bed and was unconscious. After sitting down, he called out to the doctor to ask the doctor carefully. After learning that Yan Mingyong was coughing due to emotional agitation, he suddenly became unconscious. After that, the expression changed, and then looked deep into the corner of Ye Zhizhou, a thoughtful look.
Ye Zhizhou was seen to be erected with cold hair, could not help but swallow the swallow, and squatted back. I don't blame him. It is really too scary to see the neurotic disease of the Eight Emperors before, but he still has to smile. Now he is worried about the instinct of surname Yan.
Fortunately, Yan Di quickly regained his sight, sitting on his face and thinking about himself, suddenly said, "Good to accompany Ming Yong." Finished with a group of people hula and gone. Not long after, a lot of rewards and valuable herbs were sent to the Yongyan Hall, listening to the meaning of the eunuch, as if there were another bunch of more generous rewards sent to the town government.
The emperor really has money... This is the only idea after Ye Zhizhou has finished the gift-giving ceremony.
Early the next morning, he woke up in the hall of Yongyan Temple and moved. He found that his body was a little heavy, and he looked down at the doubts, but he was scared and almost embarrassed by what he saw.
The boy in a white shirt just sleeps in his arms, his hands and feet are all wrapped around him, his face resting on his heart, the black hair scattered slightly on the two people, mixed with his scattered hair. There is a sense of intimacy.
The brain is slightly brows, and then the madness of the slap in the face! Why did the people who were lying in the main hall unconscious yesterday appear in his bed? ! And he actually didn't realize that someone had climbed into his bed. It was unscientific, and his mental power could not be so unprepared!
Wait, no defense?
There was a glimmer of aura in the brain, and then a surprise and frightening conjecture emerged. There is only one person in the world who can make him so unprepared, that is, his lover who has more or less problems in every world brain, and the mental illness of the Eight Emperors yesterday... can be their own mental strength in the other side. Why is there no response when approaching? The last world is still very excited... Isn’t the other side’s weak chickens in this life have to disappear with that scent?
A variety of conjectures are played in the brain, and the mental power is screaming at the other side of the brain, hesitating to dare to enter. If the other party is a lover, it will naturally be a joy, but if it is not... the weak chicken body of the Eight Emperors and the brain that has a problem at first sight, may not be able to sustain a round of mental scanning...
Reason and emotion are in the battle of heaven and man. His complex look down and look at the young man who is entangled in his own life. He endures forbearance, can't hold back, and boldly reaches out and touches his pants. Mental power scan is not working for the time being, but there is another way to try it. I don’t know if the birthmark on the lover’s is in every world... The heart is filled with the guilty feeling of indecent non-adultness. He shakes his fingers and pinches the other’s clothes and squats up, then explores the waistband... Amitabha, God Will forgive him for the crime at the moment.
"what are you doing?"
The back of the hand was cold and then held tightly.
! ! !
Ye Zhizhou was so scared that he was blind and held his breath to look at the people in his arms.
Yan Mingyong slowly got up and slowly tightened his hand to his front. The wide neckline slipped open because of his movements, revealing a thin white chest. It was probably the reason for just waking up. The pale face was A little reddish, it seems more and more beautiful, "I like my body?"
"Ha?" Ye Zhizhou is a bit silly. Juvenile, your reaction is not the same as what he imagined. Ask questions? What is the punishment? What is it that denounces him?
There was a smile on the pale face, and the eyes were full of joy. I didn’t get a trace of dumbness in the voice of the changing period.
That’s good for you.
He said, pulling the neckline and pressing his hand to his neck. "Do you need me to teach you?"
Help life is abnormal!
Recovering his hand like an electric shock, he climbed up away from the other side, sideways and looked at the past, stiffly shifting the topic. "It’s not early, my hungry is not hungry? I will serve you to get up and wash."
The smile on Yan Mingyong’s face disappeared, and he did not answer. He only sat down on the bed and looked at him with a gaze. His eyes turned from his baby’s face to three inches under the navel, and his fingers moved. "Don't you grow up? Also, you are only 16 years old at the end of the year."
Child, you are only thirteen years old! Are you normal?
"It doesn't matter." Yan Mingyong lifted his hand and gathered his collar, his face re-appeared with a smile, and a dark light flashed through a strange light. "I have grown up."
...this is even more terrible!
For a whole morning, Ye Zhizhou was in a numbness after being over-stunned. Yan Ming never stuck to him, and did not disturb him. He read quietly. At the lunch time, the emperor came over and accompanied the two of them to have a good mood after lunch. They also rewarded Ye Zhizhou with many things before going. After the meal, Yan Mingyong couldn't help but fall asleep. Ye Zhizhou slowly took his hand on his body and whispered to Dean. After Dean settled in the other side, he sneaked into the study and took a few sheets of paper. I wrote a few lines with a brush pen and sneaked out of the Yongyan Temple.
The palaces of the emperors were not far apart from each other. He avoided the patrolling guards and touched the Deyang Hall, the residence of the Seven Emperors. He spread his mental power to cover himself. After abandoning his efforts, he touched the bedroom window and pushed it a little. In the window, a finger bounces the paper to the edge of the seven emperor's pillow, and then quickly closes the window.
The next morning, Ye Zhizhou did not accidentally find that Yan Mingyong climbed into his bed again, and his 2s spirit seemed to be a display, not aware of the other's proximity. Silently wiped his face, he did not give up his hand and stretched his hand to the waist. The next second, the wrist was held, and the head around his neck moved, still with a drowsy voice in his ear. "Let's think?"
"No." He pulled back his hand and felt that he was too shameful yesterday. He decided to be bullish and deliberately hard. "You are too thin, I see you are not interested. Also, don't call me happy. Child, please call me An Gongzi."
The force on the wrist tightened, then released, and the person wrapped in his arms slowly got up, looked at him without any expression, and did not speak or move. His heart lifted slightly and unconsciously tightened his scalp.
"Leo." For a long time, in Ye Zhizhou, the air in the bed was getting thinner and thinner. When swallowing the swallow to prepare for it, the other person spoke, then the thin fingers swallowed and touched his cheek gently. "I remember that you have a very annoying brother, called An Chengjie."
He was stiff and his heart was slightly raised, and he did not understand why the other party suddenly mentioned the protagonist's name.
"After you broke the reputation of his treasure chest, he closed the store." The finger slowly went down, put his neck and touched it gently. "Xi Zigui, this is the name of his newly opened restaurant."
The protagonist actually opened the restaurant so quickly?
"Leer." The strength of the stroke on the neck was slightly increased. The thin teenager came over and the medicinal fragrance quickly encroached on his sense of smell. "You can't escape." The body was hugged and the other's cheeks were attached to the neck. Long hair crossed the arm to bring a hint of coolness, and the whisper in the ear seemed to be the devil's call. "If you hate people, go to hell, or I will pull you down to hell, how do you choose?"
He frowned, his mental strength spread quickly wrapped around the two, his expression was cold, and he reached out and pushed him away, sneer. "Starting to pretend to be a ghost, and to go to hell?" On the lap, raising his hand against his is a slap in the face. "I don’t care too much about my age. Let me first feel what is real hell!" After reading it, it was a few slaps, and it was very deflated. ! He thought that he had done this before, so the bear child didn't know how to raise it, and he would be angry!
The sound of the hit was crisp and loud. The shocked Yan Mingyong’s conditioning trembled, then quickly struggling to sit up and sit up. The arm leaned over to grasp Ye’s neck with a smashing angle, cold face, cold and cold tone. Cozy, "An, Cheng, Le!"
"Now I know how to call my name." Ye Zhizhou was not scared by him, regardless of the strength of his neck, he stretched his arms and hugged him, his right hand quickly stretched down, hooked his waistband and pulled it to the next, then Forcefully pull the person into his arms and look down at his hips.
A red bird-shaped birthmark is printed on the buttocks of the buttocks.
"You..." The expression on his face froze and then turned into a shackle. The hand that pulled the waistband slowly loosened, stupidly looking down at Yan Mingyong, who was so angry that he raised his face and touched his long hair. "It's really...you have been in this life... How did you become this bear virtue?"
Yan Ming never talks, only looks at him with a sly expression, his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, his hands on his neck are tight and slightly loose, his chest is violently undulating, his mouth seems to want to say something, but suddenly Coughing and coughing sideways down on the bed, snorting a blood.
"Ming Yong!" The bright red blood quickly infected the blue silk sheets. Ye Zhizhou was so scared that he was flying by the blood. He quickly rushed to hug him, flustered the blood of his mouth, and almost cried. Come out, "You, don't die!"