The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

The body-fixing formula was unraveled not long after it started, because Chu Yanchuan felt quite painful——Although the five princes may not be able to function, the objective size cannot be underestimated.So he accepted the tactic, no matter what, he had already entered part of the way, Jing Feirong couldn't just pull it out and leave, the two sides had a good discussion, and they could adjust their positions before continuing.

Everyone is a decent person, so they wouldn't fight on the bed, Jing Feirong couldn't beat him anyway.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he closed the formula, Jing Feirong pressed Chu Yanchuan back on the couch with red eyes, gasped heavily, and said nothing viciously—although he looked really fierce, but the Fifth Highness Tears rolled down his chin.

Chu Yanchuan was still thinking about whether it was because the formula was not finished, which caused His Highness the Fifth Highness to cry because he was unable to speak. The next second, he heard Jing Feirong's slightly weeping mute voice, and he asked in a low voice: "Is this how the emperor admires you?" mine?"

"Hiss..." Chu Yanchuan frowned and took a breath, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and nodded, "Yes, yes."

After all, he is a brat, and a crying brat, so he can only answer according to his words.

"Dijun still thinks I'm not good enough?" Jing Feirong pushed a little deeper, and asked again.

I answered your question last bed, but Chu Yanchuan was very patient, and nodded again: "Yes."

So Chu Yanchuan learned two lessons from this trip: misfortune comes from the mouth, and bear children should not be messed with.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years, he has never looked at other people's faces, he has never been inferior to others, the gods in the heavens respect him, and Jing Feirong is the first one to act recklessly on him.

After the end, it was almost sunset, and Jing Feirong finally came back to his senses when he heard Chu Yanchuan let out a sob.He stayed there for two seconds, then quickly picked up the robe beside the pillow to cover his body, quickly shrank to the corner of the bed, his pair of handsome peach blossom eyes were wide open, and there were two tears at the end of his eyes, like pear blossoms with rain, As if it was him who was sleeping.

He didn't think too much about it, Chu Yanchuan said he couldn't do it, so I'll just show you, that's all.As for why it happened like this, Jing Feirong had already forgotten about it, the memory escaped from his mind along with the tears, and part of it was shot away, he didn't know anything.

Chu Yanchuan was lying on the bed, with thick black long hair scattered on his back, pinch marks all over his waist and buttocks, his legs were blushed from the impact, and the mottled marks were especially obvious on his cold white skin, which was unsightly.

"How could this be?" After a long while, Jing Feirong choked up and asked pitifully.

Chu Yanchuan let out a long breath, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He also wanted to ask: How did this happen.

"Emperor?" Seeing that Chu Yanchuan didn't respond, Jing Feirong crawled over in a panic, looked at Chu Yanchuan for a long time, not knowing where to start, and finally patted Chu Yanchuan's back, crying Trembled, "Dijun, say something..."

If his father knew that a generation of ancient ancestors died on the bed of his youngest son, he would definitely be dragged to eviscerate his bones, cramp his muscles, destroy his soul and destroy his soul.

Chu Yanchuan gave a soft "hmm".

The voice was a bit hoarse, and it stopped halfway through the end, it sounded weak and fragile, Jing Feirong's face felt hot, his heart felt itchy, and his bottom became hard.

He hastily wiped away the disappointing tears, and remedied: "I... I'll clean it up for you."

"No need." Chu Yanchuan said hoarsely, he stood up, put on only a coat and got out of bed, but his waist was sore, his legs were weak, and he staggered unsteadily.

Jing Feirong quickly supported him, his eyes turned down unconsciously, just in time to see an unknown water trail dripping down Chu Yanchuan's smooth thigh full of red marks.

Chu Yanchuan stood up straight, put on his clothes slowly, and without looking at Jing Feirong, he pretended to regain his dignified appearance, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, take a good rest, I'll go back first.

"Dijun... want to leave?" Jing Feirong looked confused, he couldn't tell who slept with me, and who I slept with.

"Yes, don't bother Your Highness the Fifth." Chu Yanchuan straightened his neckline, and then he hid his figure and left, like melting snow, except for the ambiguous water marks and folds on the bed, there was nothing. Leave.

What is this? Flick off your clothes and hide yourself and your name deeply?

The room was empty and silent, only a faint lingering fragrance remained, Jing Feirong hugged his knees and retreated to the corner of the bed, his eyes were red, he was confused, remorseful, and wronged.

Chu Yanchuan was soaking in the spring of Zhuling, and the water drops fell from his shoulders covered with traces. He closed his eyes, felt the wandering heat in his soul, and his face finally had some freshness.

If Jing Feirong knew that he could pick up a wave of dragon spirits to make up for him after he was done with him, he would have cried and cursed on the Zhushentai for three days and three nights.

Thinking of that scene, Chu Yanchuan closed his eyes and smiled.

"Father." Jing Feirong knelt in front of the Emperor's Throne with a serious face.

The Emperor of Heaven didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "Say."

"Dijun, he came to my bedroom yesterday."

God looked up at him.

"Then he left again. I tried every means to keep him, but he still refused. Maybe the emperor is used to being free and doesn't want to be bound. I don't think there is any need to force it. The Supreme Being of the Heaven Realm, how can a junior like me be forced to stay? It's still the emperor's way." Will comes first." Jing Feirong glanced at the cheat sheet in his hand, and said the prepared words smoothly.

The Emperor of Heaven was upset and waved his hands: "Get off."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Jing Feirong hurriedly got up, but accidentally dropped the cheat sheet on the ground, he hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and suddenly heard a deep voice: "Jing Feirong."

His knees softened, and he knelt back to the ground again. Just as he was about to give an explanation of no less than five hundred words about the cheat sheet, he heard the Emperor of Heaven order: "Spread your right hand."

The cheating was caught on the spot, Jing Feirong's eyes immediately turned red, and he opened his right hand with a sad face, showing his cheat sheet in all directions.

"Throw away the things in your hand!" The Emperor of Heaven slapped the table.

Jing Feirong immediately threw the cheat sheet a foot away, and spread his hands blankly.

——In the palm of his hand, a circle of blue totem is vaguely emerging.

"This..." Jing Feirong was extremely puzzled, "Why have I never seen it before..."

"You and Dijun—" Heavenly Emperor stared at him, without asking the second half of the sentence.

Jing Feirong suddenly felt uncomfortable. Although he didn't know what the totem was, he almost realized it from the expression of the Emperor of Heaven and a few words - he was marked by Chu Yanchuan.

Even if you love yourself, you don't have to swear sovereignty like this, right?Beautiful scheming!

However, the matter has come to this point, Jing Feirong can only pretend to be calmer than anyone else, he slowly stood up, bowed to Emperor Tian, ​​and calmly said: "It's just what you think."

"That's right," said the Emperor of Heaven.

Jing Feirong let out a chuckle in his heart. When he went to the world to play, he had read a similar story in a book - a pure and beautiful girl was married by her parents to an ugly and wealthy old man as a concubine, and the old man forcibly consummated the house. , and wish the old man an early son.

Dirty!

Today, Jing Feirong is undoubtedly that pure and beautiful girl, while Chu Yanchuan is that ugly old...

Hold on.

Jing Feirong recalled Chu Yanchuan's beautiful face, recalled the beauty's demeanor after being emotional on the couch, recalled how he lost control halfway and cried while holding Chu Yanchuan's ankle to prevent him from getting off. behavior of the bed.

Thinking of this, an indescribable expression of shyness and shyness began to appear on his face, and his eyes drifted away. The Emperor of Heaven stared at him for a moment, guessing that the youngest son must be conceiving something inappropriate, and said: "Jing Feirong, You're nasty."

Jing Feirong froze, and blurted out: "You're talking nonsense! I didn't!"

"Whether you have it or not." The Emperor of Heaven lowered his eyes, looked at the notes on the case, suppressed the darkness in his eyes, and said, "That day you messed around at the Shenshentai, and you disappeared on the day of the wedding, what kind of emperor is that?" He has allowed you to act like this time and time again, so you have to know what to do in the future. Once again, I will remove you from the God Realm in front of the gods."

Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, not knowing why this matter had become so serious, he frowned: "I was forced first, I never agreed to this marriage, father, your request is a bit unreasonable. "

The Emperor of Heaven didn't get angry when he heard this, he just said indifferently: "Don't act like a good boy for taking advantage of it, get out."

So Jing Feirong rolled away and left the hall, looking at the little blue totem in his palm, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became.He vaguely guessed that some kind of agreement should have been reached between the Emperor of Heaven and Chu Yanchuan, but as an outsider, he was asked to cooperate obediently without knowing anything about it. No matter how he thought about it, it was very annoying.

Annoyed and annoyed, Jing Feirong flicked his sleeves angrily, and decided to confront Chu Yanchuan, asking him what was going on with this marriage and what the totem in his hand meant.

After walking a few steps outside, Jing Feirong stopped, and suddenly turned back to the bedroom—Yesterday Chu Yanchuan put on his outer robe and left, leaving an inner coat on his bed.

Jing Feirong held the fluffy undershirt, looked around blankly, and made sure there was no one else, so he lowered his head and took a light sniff.

There was still a faint cold fragrance on it, Jing Feirong suddenly remembered how the clothes were stripped from Chu Yanchuan's body, his ears turned red, he hurriedly stuffed it into his sleeves, and ran out.

As long as you run fast enough, Pink Memories can't catch up with him.

Chu Yanchuan is in charge of the head of the five holy mountains - Yunzi Mountain, Jing Feirong has limited understanding of the emperor, so his first reaction is to go to Yunzi Mountain to find him.Unexpectedly, when we arrived outside the Yunzi Hall, the door of the hall was closed tightly, and there was not even half a servant in sight, and there was no one to ask.

Jing Feirong was furious, and knocked on the door of the palace in disbelief: "Dijun! Don't hide inside and make no noise. I know you are at home. You have the ability to open the door!"

After pounding half a cup of tea, his hands were a little swollen. Jing Feirong was sure that Chu Yanchuan was not in Yunzi Mountain, so he made a decisive decision and went to the underworld.

"Who are you?" Jing Feirong was stopped outside the Hades Hall, and the gatekeeper asked him.

"Jing Feirong."

"It's definitely not possible." The Ming general who took up his post on the first day immediately retorted, "His five highnesses command ninety thousand divine guards, it can't be like this."

"What about me?" Jing Feirong was puzzled, "Tell me, what about me?"

Ming will glance at his hand.

Jing Feirong followed his line of sight and looked down, and found that the undershirt hidden in the sleeves was exposed at some point, and it was dangling, quite inappropriate.

He immediately stuffed his clothes, raised his head and said angrily: "You are not allowed to look!"

"Yo, Your Highness Fifth?" A shrill voice came from the hall, and a white figure floated out of the door, Bai Wuchang smiled wickedly, "A rare visitor~"

Jing Feirong still glared angrily at the underworld general who stopped him, and the underworld commander let him go immediately with great understanding: "Please come in, Your Highness Fifth!"

His voice was loud, powerful and full of confidence, as if nothing had happened, for a moment Jing Feirong didn't know how to break up the misunderstanding with him, so he could only enter the hall aggrieved.

"Your Highness Fifth came back to the Underworld for the first time, did you come to find Lord Pluto?" Bai Wuchang and Jing Feirong asked as they walked side by side.

"I... um... I'm looking for Dijun." Jing Feirong cleared his throat nonchalantly, "He left something at my place."

"Ah, look at my memory." Bai Wuchang's slender eyes flashed with a strange and evil light, "The fifth prince and the emperor got married a few days ago."

After entering the hall, he walked across a section of cable bridge, and just arrived at the main hall, Jing Feirong stepped through the door, and saw Yu Cang sitting at the table in the hall, reading the excerpts, but there was no sign of Chu Yanchuan.

"I have seen Lord Pluto." Jing Feirong raised his hand and saluted.

Yu Cang raised his head and put down the pen in his hand by the way. He was dressed in black and his face was cold. When he looked at people, he felt oppressive without anger.However, counting, Yu Cang's age is not very old, about the same age as Jing Feirong's eldest brother, Jing Feirong can only attribute this to Yu Cang's having been in the underworld for a long time, and there is inevitably something wrong with his personality. exudes coldness.

But thinking of Pluto having such an affair with his third brother, Jing Feirong looked at Yu Cang and felt a little more strangely friendly.

"Your Highness Fifth." Yu Cang said in a low voice, "Are you here to find someone?"

Jing Feirong suddenly felt a little embarrassed, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head uncomfortably, and then let out an awkward and calm "hmm".

As soon as he finished "um", he saw a thin white wrist raised from the back of the table, clasping the edge of the table with five fingers, and then Chu Yanchuan sat up slowly, wearing a light blue cloud pattern robe, loose crow hair, and eyes Slightly drooping, as if waking up from a long sleep.

Jing Feirong:?

The person who married him the day before yesterday and slept with him yesterday is sleeping soundly next to someone else's seat.And this 'other' is not someone else, but Yu Cang who can't explain clearly to his third brother.

I'm afraid he didn't sleep on Pluto's thigh?

Jing Feirong felt that he was about to crack, no wonder Bai Wuchang smiled so treacherously, probably because he knew that such a scene would happen, and was waiting for a good show.

Chu Yanchuan had just woken up and hadn't recovered yet. He sat in front of the couch and watched Jing Feirong standing in the center of the hall for a while, then nodded politely: "Your Highness Fifth."

It's only been a day since we saw each other, but Jing Feirong felt that Chu Yanchuan looked a little more complex than before, with red lips and watery eyes.A section of the white collar of the jacket was exposed under the light blue robe, which was loosely wrapped around the slender and fair neck, which was clear and beautiful.

Jing Feirong felt a little dizzy. When Chu Yanchuan got out of bed yesterday, he was clearly weak. Why did he look radiant after lying down next to Yu Cang and sleeping?Didn't he say that he has admired him for a long time?Why is it like this?

"His Highness Fifth is looking for me?" Chu Yanchuan asked Jing Feirong when he saw that Jing Feirong was standing there with complex expressions, but he never said a word.

"Yes." Jing Feirong said dryly.

"What is your Highness looking for from me?"

"I don't want to say it here." Jing Feirong glanced at Yu Cang's cold face, and said sullenly.

Chu Yanchuan got up, walked down the steps to Jing Feirong, and said, "Then go elsewhere."

Bai Wuchang saluted respectfully at the side, with a relaxed and cheerful tone: "The Emperor and the Fifth Highness walk slowly~"

When the two arrived at a long pavilion outside the hall, Jing Feirong took out the dress from his sleeve and handed it to Chu Yanchuan: "Your Emperor."

Chu Yanchuan didn't answer, and asked: "Your Highness came to Hades specially to return this clothes?"

Jing Feirong didn't look at him, but looked away at a pillar under the pavilion, and said, "Yes, I'll leave after seeing him off."

"Your Highness, but it's better to leave it to you."

Jing Feirong turned his head in astonishment: "What?"

"Next time you go back to your palace, you can change it."

Jing Feirong was even more astonished: "What is next time?"

Chu Yanchuan didn't answer, but suddenly stretched out his hand, touched the tip of Jing Feirong's ear with his finger, and asked, "Why are your Highness's ears so red?"

Jing Feirong opened his eyes wide for a moment, then immediately covered his ears and said, "It's in the sun!"

There is no sun at all in the underworld.

"What's your dissatisfaction with what happened yesterday?" Chu Yanchuan withdrew his hand and asked him.

"No...it's not..." Jing Feirong stumbled, he still didn't understand why he came up with this topic, his eyes drifted rapidly, and all the details of yesterday's bed were flying through his mind, not sure. I can't even think about it.

"Your Highness, give me your hand."

Jing Fei glanced at Chu Yanchuan's hand in bewilderment, then held out his hand hesitantly.Chu Yanchuan held his hand, turned his face to reveal his palm, looked at the faint blue totem circle in Jing Feirong's hand, and said, "If there is no dissatisfaction, then I will go to His Highness's room every three days for a visit." Come on, I don't know what your Highness thinks?"

Jing Feirong's pupils dilated blankly, like a dying fish thrown ashore, and he asked blankly, "Why do you come here every three days?"

Chu Yanchuan sighed lightly: "Originally, I planned to do it every other day, but His Highness is too physically strong, so I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

Jing Feirong was like a stone, and he couldn't speak a word. Everything Chu Yanchuan said was obscene, but his expression was as natural as usual, with a bit of rigor and seriousness, as if he was discussing A matter of great importance.Jing Feirong was wondering if he had missed it or thought too much, but no, Dijun was really talking about that————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— from-- from that.

"You..." After a while, Jing Feirong struggled to speak out, and said irrelevantly, "Your hands are so cold."

Chu Yanchuan withdrew his hand, and his sleeves rolled down, covering his fingertips.He pondered for a moment, as if to comfort him, he said: "Your Highness, there is no need to worry too much. Once this totem is completely handed over to you, everything will be settled."

"So what is this totem?" Jing Feirong suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, so he asked.

Chu Yanchuan said seriously, "It's our child."

The author has something to say: Chu Yanchuan: I was joking.

Jing Feirong: But I took it seriously.

[Serious clarification: The emperor did not sleep on Pluto's leg, please stop spreading rumors immediately! 】