Wearing a book, hooking him up

Jun Zechen was still wearing armor stained with smoke and dust.

The face that hadn't been seen for a long time looked a bit weathered.

His originally fair skin became a little rough due to long-term battles, and his color also became much darker.

But it highlights his resolute outline.

The deep eyes, high nose bridge and tightly pursed thin lips combine to make his facial features more three-dimensional and handsome.

At this time in the hall, because Jun Zechen did not call them to wake up, all the ministers knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation, not daring to breathe.

Jun Zechen's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing through Prince Duan who was still standing there in a daze, and fell directly on Su Jingyao, whom he had not seen for a long time.

I heard the crisp voices of the stars complaining.

The fierce look that Jun Zechen brought from the battlefield instantly shot straight at Prince Duan, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.

Prince Duan was startled and knelt down instantly.

Jun Zechen bent down and easily picked up Xingxing with one hand.

Xingxing happily hugged Jun Zechen's neck.

Then Jun Zechen walked towards Su Jingyao step by step, with deep longing in his eyes.

The ministers kneeling in the middle silently moved their positions and knelt on both sides.

Jun Zechen came to Su Jingyao and held her hand.

The strength seems to convey endless longing and determination.

He took her step by step towards the dragon throne that Prince Duan had originally intended to step onto.

Ok?

He wouldn't take her to sit on the dragon throne, would he?

Before Su Jingyao could continue thinking, Jun Zechen put her idea into practice.

He let Su Jingyao sit on it gently but without giving her the chance to refuse.

Su Jingyao rejected him with her eyes and blinked at Jun Zechen a few times.

The dragon throne of the Qianqing Palace has been sat on many times, but this is the dragon throne of the Taiji Palace.

Jun Zechen was unusually firm, with determination in his eyes, and motioned for her to sit down.

Su Jingyao took a breath and slowly sat down.

Only then did Jun Zechen sit down next to her.

Xingxing sat on Jun Zechen's left leg, holding Su Jingyao's hand all the time, and her warm palm conveyed a reassuring power.

"Flat body."

Jun Zechen's voice was majestic and deep, as if it could penetrate the entire hall.

The ministers then picked up their tablets and stood up from the ground in a slightly flustered manner.

They lowered their heads, and no one dared to look directly at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne. The farce that just happened in Taiji Palace made them terrified.

The ministers were all full of doubts and their brows were furrowed.

I don’t understand why His Majesty not only didn’t disappear, but also returned to the palace so early?

Could it be that Your Majesty is setting up a trap?

Su Hongyu was also full of suspicion, and then he quietly looked up and was shocked by what he saw.

How come her daughter was sitting on the dragon throne!

Su Hongyu's eyes unconsciously moved back and forth between his daughter and His Majesty. His Majesty really doted on Yaoyao.

She is such a good daughter to him.

Then Su Hongyu thought again, Yaoyao was so calm, could it be that His Majesty and Yaoyao were setting up this scheme together?

At this time, Su Jingyao was also full of doubts.

She was in charge of the harem, and after Jun Zechen left, she was able to dispatch the Yulin Guards.

Su Jingyao naturally knew a little about how Prince Duan's army entered the palace without anyone noticing.

However, she did not have much military force at the time, and confronting Prince Duan head-on was like hitting a rock with an egg.

Therefore, she could only suppress her inner anxiety and choose to wait for the opportunity.

Only when the troops she had sent to the surrounding cities finally arrived at the imperial city did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

That’s why I dared to bring Xingxing to Tai Chi Palace today.

But in her heart she was secretly cursing Jun Zechen for making her worried.

If Su Jingyao hadn't tried her best to maintain her dignified demeanor at this moment, her eyes would have turned into sharp blades.

Jun Zechen died countless times in her eyes.

Now all the soldiers of Taiji Palace have retreated in an orderly manner, and the palace has returned to its former solemnity and majesty.

In this silent moment when no one was talking, one seemed to be able to clearly hear the ministers' heartbeats trembling with fear.

"Plop, plop," like the beat of a drum.

The ministers who colluded with Prince Duan were as pale as paper and kept swallowing their saliva.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead like beads that had broken off the string, and kept sliding down his cheeks.

"Prince Duan, do you admit your guilt?"

Jun Zechen's voice echoed in the hall.

Prince Duan no longer had the arrogant look he had just now, and his entire body seemed as if his spine had been removed.

When he saw Jun Zechen standing in front of him alive, he knew that all his careful planning had come to naught.

He lost completely.

Prince Duan knelt down in despair, his voice trembling.

"Convicted."

He lowered his head, his eyes were dull and lifeless. He had nothing to argue about and was no longer able to do so.

Jun Zechen's gaze was like a cold blade, falling coldly on Xiao Liefeng, who lowered his head and dared not even breathe.

Xiao Lie could also feel the gaze that seemed to penetrate him, leaving him nowhere to hide, and his legs were trembling.

"Xiao Liefeng."

Jun Zechen's voice was like a muffled thunder exploding above Xiao Liefeng's head.

Xiao Liefeng seemed to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell in an instant, and his whole body began to tremble violently, like sieved chaff.

He was trembling all over and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was seduced by Prince Duan. I thought Your Majesty was dead. I wanted to support Prince Duan for the sake of stability of the monarchy and the country."

Xiao Liefeng spoke incoherently.

"I would never dare to rebel."

As he spoke, he kowtowed continuously, and his forehead hit the ground with a "bang bang" sound.

After Xiao Liefeng knelt down, the other ministers who had been helping Xiao Liefeng and following Prince Duan in the hall turned pale and their legs went weak.

They all knelt down like dogs that had lost their homes.

They also kowtowed and shouted incoherently.

I hope Your Majesty will be merciful and spare their lives.

Every face was filled with fear and despair, and looked in a miserable state.

But Jun Zechen sacrificed himself to get rid of the disloyal corrupt officials in the court once and for all.

His expression was cold and heartless, and he was not moved at all by these people's pleas for mercy.

"Since you all admit your guilt, Anshun, announce the decree." Jun Zechen's voice was emotionless.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Anshun responded respectfully, then took out the imperial edict from his sleeve.

Anshun opened the imperial edict and began to read:

"It is God's destiny, the emperor decreed:

I personally led the army to fight and shed blood on the battlefield to protect the peace of my country.

However, Prince Duan, as my brother, did not think about serving the country and did not care about brotherhood. He took advantage of my absence to harbor evil intentions and attempted to usurp the throne. This is a heinous act that cannot be tolerated by heaven.

There were also a group of traitors including General Xiao Liefeng from Huaihua who assisted the tyrant and colluded with Prince Duan in an attempt to overthrow the country.

His crime deserves death and is unforgivable.

Now that I have returned in triumph, I will restore order and bring peace to the world.

Prince Duan sentenced Xiao Liefeng and other traitors along with their nine clans to death as a warning to others.

I hope all civil and military officials in the court will take this as a warning, abide by the duties of a subject, be loyal to the emperor and love the country, and don’t make the same mistake again.

Admire this. "

At this point, everything is settled.

Qianqing Palace.

Scattered on the ground were gorgeous palace costumes and women's private bellybands embroidered with exquisite patterns.

The shiny armor was also thrown to the ground without mercy.

The woman's suppressed moans could no longer be contained and came out intermittently from her slightly open mouth.

"Your Majesty! You are like a hungry wolf now, can't you be more gentle?"

The woman said in a coquettish voice, with a hint of blame and pleading in her voice.

"No."

Jun Zechen spat out two words mercilessly, his tone firm and overbearing.

On the dragon throne of the Qianqing Palace, a woman was sitting on the cold throne in dishevel.

One hand tightly grasped the faucet on the handrail, and the fingertips turned white due to the force.

Jun Zechen knelt on one knee on the dragon throne.

The two people's skin colors formed a sharp contrast, one was as white as jade, and the other had a bronze complexion of being experienced in many battles.

Jun Zechen's body was soaked with sweat, and his strong chest muscles rose and fell with his rapid breathing.

Beads of sweat slid down his resolute face and dripped onto the woman's skin.

The woman was a little dazed, with her eyes closed.

Her eyelashes were trembling, her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing rapidly, looking extremely seductive.

Jun Zechen couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her red lips, madly plundering her sweet breath, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

More than half an hour later, Jun Zechen, panting heavily, carried the exhausted Su Jingyao towards the bedroom.

On the wide black dragon bed, the woman with snow-white skin was lying lazily on it like a delicate flower.

A waterfall of black hair flowed freely, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally blocking most of the beautiful spring scenery.

Jun Zechen couldn't wait to hug her tightly in his arms, with such force that he seemed to embed her into his body.

"Yaoyao, I miss you so much."

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless longing and desire.

Yes, needless to say, Su Jingyao also knew how much he wanted it, she really understood it!

The intensity of it still leaves her with lingering fears.

Before Su Jingyao could rest, Jun Zechen started again...

For a moment, the delicate moans were like the melodious chirping of an oriole, rising one after another.

The heavy breathing sounded like the howling of a strong wind, and it never stopped.

The sounds continue endlessly, interweaving into an extremely ambiguous melody.

The water in the pool outside the Qianqing Palace was gurgling and surging, as if responding to the warmth inside the house.

Su Jingyao was so exhausted afterwards that she felt all the strength in her body had been drained away. She felt like she was floating in the clouds, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

She didn't have the energy to ask Jun Zechen what had happened, so she fell into a deep sleep, her breathing gradually becoming steady and long.

Ask again tomorrow.

Day two.

Su Jingyao frowned. Half awake, she felt uncomfortable all over, as if some strange object was causing trouble.

Su Jingyao slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the man's big hand across her waist.

She woke up instantly and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"His Majesty."

Her voice trembled with suppression, and she tried hard to hold back her emotions.

Jun Zecheng understood her unfulfilled intention.

He chuckled and said lovingly, "Okay."

Then he hugged Su Jingyao and started biting her.

He looked crazy, as if only such drastic actions could vent his longing.

Su Jingyao tried hard to calm the restlessness in her body caused by his actions.

Why is this man in heat so early in the morning?

Her eyes were full of anger and helplessness.