Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Together?

Let's look at your thighs together?

"Don't let anyone in!"

Wen Luo looked at him and said viciously.

Xing Chen tilted his head and asked curiously, "Why, Uncle?"

Of course Wen Luo couldn't tell why.

In fact, at this moment, the Regent had almost exhausted all his rationality in moving his eyes away from Xingchen's thighs and not letting his thoughts go to the covered area.

He had no time to think about anything right now.

"If I say no, then it's not allowed!" Wen Luo said coldly.

Xing Chen puffed up his cheeks and stared at him with dissatisfaction.

"Uncle Huang is so domineering. Since you won't let anyone else in, then you can help me rub it."

"......What did you say?"

"I said——"

Xing Chen deliberately dragged out the tone, and deliberately lowered his voice so soft and gentle that Wen Luo's eyes were filled with eagerness.

"——Do my legs look good?"

Apart from his eyes which betrayed his emotions, the rest of Wen Luo's body managed to appear calm.

"It's okay." He answered in a hoarse voice.

"No wonder the emperor's uncle kept watching."

Wen Luo gritted his teeth, wanting to chew Xing Chen's bones into pieces.

That will definitely make your mouth full of fragrance.

"If I don't look at you exposing yourself like this, wouldn't that be a betrayal of your Majesty's kindness?"

The Regent is indeed sharp-tongued.

Xing Chen disagreed with his words.

His slender fingers had left mottled red marks on his thighs, but he seemed not to notice and clenched his fist to gently massage his legs.

The little bit of flesh that had just grown on her thighs swayed under his gentle fists.

This scene is so erotic that it makes people's hearts tremble.

The one that was swinging was not someone else but the sweetheart of Wen Luo.

"What is the emperor's uncle thinking about?" Xing Chen asked without raising his head.

Wen Luo didn't say anything.

Xing Chen slowly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Luo, and found that Wen Luo was still staring at his legs and hands.

"Isn't the emperor's uncle wondering...what it feels like to carry these legs...on his shoulders?"

Wen Luo was speechless for a moment, then said sinisterly: "Your Majesty, I may have heard something wrong, can you repeat what you just said?"

Xing Chen had a smile on his face, but in Wen Luo's eyes he looked like he deserved a beating.

"I just said that my legs are as straight as a spear. Did your uncle hear me wrong?"

"..."

Xing Chen saw that he had teased her enough and didn’t dare to continue, as he was about to lose control.

He bent his knees and lowered his legs.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Wen Luo's throat roll violently.

Xing Chen lazily took the memorial beside him and looked at it, then started to chase people away.

"If the emperor's uncle is alright, then please step back."

Wen Luo stared at his soft black hair for a while, then turned around and walked out without saying a word.

Xing Chen looked up at his figure disappearing at the door and mouthed, "Be good, go back and take a good cold shower!"

Wen Luobing came out of the imperial study with a look on his face, as if to keep strangers away.

When the maids and eunuchs along the way saw him, no one dared to say a word and they all quickly knelt on the ground.

Wen Luo walked through the corridor, stopped, turned around and looked in the direction of the imperial study.

He was sure that he had been poisoned.

It's still the kind of love that is hard to describe in words.

In order to deal with him, Xiao Shen would use any means possible.

Knowing that he was very vigilant, this man actually thought of taking action himself.

He doesn't even care about the emperor's face.

There was a witch doctor specially employed in the Regent's Palace. When Wen Luo returned to the palace at noon, the witch doctor had already examined him and said that there was no trace of poison on his body.

The witch doctor said that there are only two possibilities for this situation: one is that the person has not been poisoned, and the other is that the poison is a secret method.

There are many poisonous insects in the Yao tribe, and not all of them can be identified. Some are made with secret methods, and the way they are administered is still unknown.

Wen Luo rode his horse all the way back to the Regent's Palace, ordered people to prepare well water to fill a huge bathtub, and also had someone bring in some ice and throw it in.

He just didn't believe it. Could it be that ice water couldn't suppress this evil fire?

Wen Luo took off his clothes and immersed himself in the ice water.

The water waves flowed all over the ground.

At first, the cold water was like ice needles piercing his body. The abnormal heat and swelling in his body was finally taken away by the cold pain, and Wen Luo let out a long sigh of relief.

But soon, his strong body adapted to the temperature of the icy water.

The initial stinging sensation disappeared, and the debilitating heat returned.

This time, the situation has become even worse.

Wen Luo growled softly, his voice was hoarse and low, like a trapped beast.

He suddenly submerged his head in the water.

No.

Or not.

Nothing works.

Whether he opened his eyes or closed them, he could see the pair of smiling eyes, and then the white thighs floating in front of him.

Wen Luo was so angry that he laughed in the cold water.

He heard the words and knew he was right.

Carry it on your shoulders?

Your Majesty is really bold, just him?

Wen Luo's head floated out of the water and he called out hoarsely to the door, "Wei Rong."

"Your Majesty."

Wen Luo paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Send a woman to my room."

Wei Rong was surprised at first, then overjoyed.

As an old butler who has followed the Regent for many years, he has been deeply worried about the heirs of the royal family over the years.

The prince is good in every way except that he doesn't want a princess.

Is it true that the iron tree has finally blossomed, Your Majesty?

Wei Rong said excitedly: "Your Majesty, I will arrange it now, please wait."

Wen Luo kept soaking in the water until the ice in the water melted completely, but it didn't melt the deep desire in his heart at all.

He stood up, put on his wet undershirt, and returned to his room.

The room was silent.

But when he concentrated, he could hear a woman breathing heavily on his bed, and she sounded a little nervous.

Wen Luo hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and pushed open the door.

The white gauze curtains on the bed were hung down. Wen Luo walked over step by step and stopped in front of the bed.

He stood in front of the bed for a long time without moving.

The woman on the bed didn't know what was going on, so she timidly called out, "Prince."

Her voice was as sweet as an oriole's, but it lacked the seductive hook that a certain majesty had when he spoke.

Wen Luo lifted the veil and saw the young woman on the bed lowering her eyebrows shyly.

She is a beauty.

Wen Luo had never seen him before, so he should be serving in the outer courtyard.

In his courtyard, there were several maids who had followed him for many years. They were sensible and hardworking, and they always knew where the boundaries were.

The beauty raised her eyebrows and looked at Wen Luo shyly.

It was the first time she saw the Regent at such a close distance, and she was a little dazed for a moment.

Wen Luo suppressed the discomfort rising in his heart, bent down and slowly moved towards the beauty.

The beauty looked at him and even forgot to close her eyes. So she watched Wen Luo stop with a look of annoyance on his face when he was only a fist away from her.

Wen Luo stood up suddenly: "You go back."

The beauty was anxious. She was confident in her beauty and couldn't believe that this would be the result even though she was already in the prince's bed.

She called out "Prince" in a coquettish and shy voice, and finally didn't care about anything else, she stood up and was about to pounce on Wen Luo.