The most romantic little emperor

A Yue and Qian Duoduo followed closely behind, comforting him in soft voices.

Qin Hao looked around at the four gentle beauties, and a warm current surged in his heart. He casually threw the wine glass in his hand on the table, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "My four beloved concubines, tonight is a beautiful night, why don't you accompany me to Wushan Mountain to make love and put an end to my worries?"

When the four girls heard this, their hearts beat fast and their cheeks flushed like peach blossoms. They looked at each other and shyly declined.

Qin Hao silently observed the expressions of the four people. He felt like a piece of cargo being pushed around by them. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It seems that I still have a long way to go to realize my dream of sleeping in the same bed with others. However, thinking that I have already experienced the feeling of sleeping in the same bed with Wang Yourong and Zhu Qiqi today, such a day may not be too far away."

Zhu Qiqi seemed to see through his thoughts and teased, "Your Highness, my vagina is still swollen. I'm going to take a break tonight, so I won't go crazy with you. You should find another sister!"

Wang Yourong followed closely behind and hastily hung up the banner of refusing to fight. In addition to feeling a little overwhelmed physically, more importantly, she wanted to maintain the harmony of the harem and give this rare opportunity to the two sisters A Yue and Qian Duoduo.

Seeing that Zhu Qiqi and Wang Yourong both declined, Qin Hao thought about the scene of the three of them enjoying lovemaking at noon. He stopped pestering them and turned his attention to Qian Duoduo and A Yue.

Qian Duoduo was still frightened by what happened on her wedding night, and she still felt a little uncomfortable. She whispered to Qin Hao, "Your Highness, I...I haven't been feeling well recently. Can I accompany you another day?"

Ah Yue followed closely behind Qin Hao, her tone gentle but firm: "Your Highness, the practice of the Pure Yang Wuji Divine Art cannot be neglected. You haven't practiced it carefully for a while. For the happiness of my sisters, I'm sorry that I can't serve you!"

Qin Hao looked at the four people who refused one after another, and suddenly he felt like a deflated ball. His mood instantly dropped, as if he had lost all his enthusiasm.

Zhu Qiqi rarely saw Qin Hao being humiliated, and immediately became playful. She teased playfully, "Your Highness, why don't you go to Linglong Palace later?"

Qin Hao saw Zhu Qiqi bringing up something that was not relevant, and his expression changed slightly, as if he had been reminded of some past that he did not want to mention. His eyes were deep, and he was obviously not impressed by Zhu Qiqi's proposal, and even had a hint of indifference that was not easily noticed.

Wang Yourong naturally didn't want Qin Hao to go to Dong Mei'er, that vixen. She turned to look at Yue, her tone gentle but with a hint of unquestionable: "Yue'er, His Highness will be in your hands tonight. His body has just recovered, you are responsible for supervising his practice, and never allow him to slack off."

When A Yue heard the Crown Princess' order, she knew that the responsibility was heavy, so she nodded firmly and agreed.

Seeing that the four of them formed a united front so quickly, Qin Hao wanted to force his way into their wetland in one fell swoop, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. After all, they were doing it for their own good.

At this moment, Old Feng appeared in front of everyone.

Qin Hao knew that he had something to report, so he politely said to Wang Yourong, Zhu Qiqi and Qian Duoduo, "My beloved, it's getting late. You should go and have some rest! I have something to deal with."

Wang Yourong, Zhu Qiqi and Qian Duoduo knew that Qin Hao had important matters to discuss with Feng Lao, so they gave him a few words of advice and left one after another.

"Your Highness, as you expected, the Second Prince and Concubine Dong did have a brief encounter after they left. Although I was far away and could not hear their conversation clearly, their behavior and expressions are enough to make people imagine."

Elder Feng reported the news he had just received in a deep voice, "However, Qin Feng seems to have made an inappropriate move towards Concubine Dong, intending to do something indecent to her. However, Concubine Dong showed unexpected determination and flatly rejected his rude move. This also confirms your guess, it seems that the relationship between the two is indeed unusual."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, his heart calm. He whispered, "It seems that my warning has had some effect. If these two dare to cross the line, I will make them pay a heavy price."

He paused for a moment and continued, "Old Feng, this is a time of trouble. Father is not in good health, so this is not the time to attack them. Let them be proud for a few days!"

"However, you need to instruct the shadow guards to keep a close eye on the actions of these two people. If they have any ill intentions, they must be stopped decisively. I don't want to be blamed by others."

Elder Feng bowed and took the order and left. Qin Hao stood there quietly for a moment, then turned to Ah Yue and whispered, "Yue'er, remember not to tell anyone about what happened just now."

A Yue nodded obediently, her bright eyes full of trust and understanding, and then she gently urged Qin Hao to practice meditation.

Qin Feng returned to his mansion, locked himself in the study, and did not allow anyone to approach.

He angrily grabbed the vase in the room and smashed it without mercy. Every sound of it breaking was like a release of his inner anger.

Soon, the study was in a mess, but Qin Feng's anger seemed not to have been completely subsided. His eyes flashed with anger, as if they wanted to devour everything around him.

Suddenly, the devil's voice echoed in his heart again, constantly stinging his nerves and tempting him.

It seemed to be encouraging him to resist and break the shackles that bound him. It also seemed to be a mockery from the Netherworld, laughing at his weakness and incompetence, making it impossible for him to escape from this endless pain.

At this moment, he seemed like an orphan abandoned by the world, desolate and desperate.

"Why? Why am I not as important as a waste like you in my father's heart?" Qin Feng's voice was full of confusion and pain.

He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to crush the world. He couldn't understand why he worked so hard and was so outstanding, but he still couldn't get the recognition of his father, and instead, everything was taken away by a loser.

"Is it because your background is better than mine?" Qin Feng kept roaring, with crazy flames flashing in his eyes.

He was unwilling to accept this, and he didn't want to be defeated by fate. He obviously had stronger abilities and skills than Qin Hao, so why did he have to be trampled under his feet and couldn't even protect his own woman?

Dong Meir, the woman he loved most, was snatched away by Qin Hao, and now she was being pressed to the ground, rubbed and humiliated by him. At this moment, his heart ached like a knife, and his anger erupted like a volcano.