queen drama

The little duke, who was quite firm about being a bodyguard, retreated after only a day.

Either transfer back to the Royal Garden, or make Ji Ligong.However, his father's warning words were still in his ears, and with Commander Xiao's entrustment, Meng Xuanyun hesitated again and again, lingering in front of Funing Hall for a long time, and finally persuaded himself to stay.

He couldn't let it go, not only because the emperor really lacked people, but in the past month, he had intentionally and unintentionally confronted the emperor many times, and the figure of the other party seemed to be lingering in his heart no longer.

The fright brought by the spring palace was only temporary. The young master is a well-known dandy, and it only takes about an hour for mere spring palace to blush, but the troubles caused by it are endless. Shameful thoughts, the Spring Palace successfully turned Qi Nian into a dream. He was crushed by the beauty countless times in the dream, and when he woke up, he was no longer introspection, but aftertaste. He...

He he he felt very wrong.

The emperor is always probing, logically he should be very repulsive, but besides having a big head, he is inexplicably happy, always unconsciously thinking, if the emperor really is like this... like this...

...stop.

The emperor was angry and buried millions of corpses, how could he blaspheme the emperor?

The young master tried to hide everything that was wrong. Even though he didn't believe in Buddhism, he temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet and recited the Buddhist scriptures to himself several times. He didn't know if the Buddhist scriptures would be effective against the emperor's temptation.

"Young Lord, the emperor invites you."

Manager Wang was not at all unhappy because he was punished, but he became more enthusiastic when he saw him.

Meng Xuanyun stared at Wang Gonggong warily, afraid that the chief servant would call out the word "sleeping servant" in the next moment.

However, it does not.

The little duke heaved a sigh of relief, followed the prince step by step into the hall and then the study room, the little duke's heart rose to his throat again.

He was afraid of seeing the erotic palace that made him blush for an hour again.

Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw—the spring, summer, autumn and winter bonsai on the first row of bookshelves are still there, and the Spring Palace behind is gone.

Only then did the young master feel relieved.

"Here?" Zhao Zheng was sitting behind the desk reading the memorial, without raising his head, he said, "I haven't found anyone for a while, and the ink is almost gone, please trouble your son to grind some ink for me."

The little marquis couldn't help slandering in his heart, how could there be no one in the huge Funing Hall, could it be that the prince who came here to invite him into the hall was not a human being, and the Eunuch Xia who was standing obliquely behind the emperor was not a human?

But if the emperor insists that he can't find it, what can he do?

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

Not to mention just grinding ink, even serving a bedtime...

He, he, and he has read Buddhist scriptures, so he should be able to withstand all kinds of temptations.

The little marquis responded, rolled up his sleeves, took the ink ingots and stepped forward, his eyes suddenly widened.

For the first time in history, the emperor wore Shengxue's white shirt, with black hair hanging down, tied up with a headband, casually draped over his shoulders, holding the sleeves in one hand, and holding the pen in the other, staring at him for a moment, then quickly wrote on an open memorial.The pen walks the dragon, the iron hook and the silver painting, all of which are about the military and state affairs, the country and the country.

No matter how many times I have read Buddhist scriptures before, I will forget them all in an instant.

Little Hou Ye's heart was beating like a drum, he stood in a daze for a while, and then he lowered his head to grind.

Just now, in the blink of an eye, he thought about one thing clearly. When he was bewildered by the spring wine, why the emperor was the one he caught in his eyes. This was actually his fate.

Compared with him when he was sober, he was much more honest when he was drunk.It turned out that he liked this unrestrained spirit that was not a scholar but was better than a scholar.No wonder, such an emperor, he couldn't move his eyes away.

The young master raised his lips unconsciously.

"My lord, what are you laughing at?"

Zhao Zheng stopped writing, and unexpectedly found that the young master had calmed down a lot.

"I...suddenly figured out something."

If you can't figure it out, you will scratch your heart and lungs. Once you figure it out, it's the same thing.

Since entering the palace, it was the first time that he was so close to the emperor, so he was afraid that his out of tune heartbeat would be overheard.The emperor is already so powerful that even if he doesn't try it, it can make his cheeks burn.

Zhao Zheng stared at him deeply, and while the little marquis was concentrating on grinding, his eyes fanatically traced his figure, from the tips of the pink ears to the slender neck, and then down the thin waist, staying at the The place where the hem of the clothes bulges slightly.

The bodyguard's uniform that was wet with dew had already dried out, and the young master couldn't always wear the clothes rewarded by the emperor on duty, so he changed back again.Not to mention anything else, the guard uniforms of Dayan Palace are all neat shorts, Zhao Zheng has never stared at other guards like this before, when he saw the bulge, he thought it was a beating It swelled up, his face suddenly sank, he frowned and touched it.

"You are hurt?"

Who dares to hit my people?Zhao Zheng ground his teeth secretly, but the dragon claws touched a soft piece.

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Young Master:! ! !

The young master never expected that the emperor would be like this, his whole body froze, he bit his lip and turned his face away.

Zhao Zheng suddenly knew what it was.

Because he has touched it before, not only touched it, but also knows what kind of color is under the thin fabric.

Lian Chun. Gong had such a big mistake in front of him, but he was still calm and composed, but now he was extremely annoyed.A rare blush appeared on his jade-like face, Zhao Zheng immediately withdrew his dragon claws, stammered, and defended himself: "I, I thought..."

I thought you were swollen, whoever imagined it, whoever imagined it was... so what.

Little Hou Ye seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand, his body froze and he twisted his head, like a mosquito screeching, he let out a soft "um".

Zhao Zheng couldn't see his expression, he could only see a pair of ear tips that couldn't be redder.

This appearance is really not to be called abhorrent.

Men are all about pushing their feet.Zhao Zheng's heart was about to stir, it was too useless just now, maybe he should just put him on the table and try...

Wang Yongshun mentioned the matter of serving the bedroom, he was selfish and deliberately didn't clarify, but the young master didn't ask again.

Since entering the palace, almost all the dandies have tried to sneak away, except for Prince Xiaoyaohou, why?

Here and now, he really wanted to ask again with his ear tip in his mouth.

Young Master, I want you, will you be willing?

"My son, Xuan Yun... I..."

Zhao Zheng called his name confusedly and took a step closer.

Meng Xuanyun's brain was already bubbling like boiling water. For a while, the words of Mr. Wang echoed, and for a while they flashed through the Spring Palace. The emperor, the emperor actually put the dragon claws there. He... anyway, he... was not touched by the emperor. Yes, and also...

The Buddhist scriptures had been thrown to Java, and the young master couldn't help thinking in a mess, since the emperor touched it there, would he touch other places next and take him to the dragon bed?

It's enough to be in a hurry once, you can't always be in a hurry, the king wants your minister to die... and you have promised, you can't shirk...

In short, it is true that after suffering so much, I can't hold it anymore, and the young master's heart is also very hot. The emperor has been tempted to such an extent. Is it human nature to happen once in a while?

The dragon bed...is so big...couldn't it be covered by the quilt?

Should he close his eyes first or nod his head first?

The emperor called his name back. Of course, the emperor can do whatever he wants, and the emperor's voice is really nice...

The billowing breath was getting closer and closer to his ear.

The young master, who was obviously good at martial arts, was blushing and sweating profusely, and was so flustered that he didn't know where to move his hands and feet.Accidentally, he knocked over a pile of approved memorials on the case.

"Emperor, Your Majesty!"

Little Hou Ye woke up like a dream, struggling to die.

"Xuan Yun, I..."

Finally, he was about to bite the tip of his ear, Zhao Zheng couldn't care less about the memorial - anyway, it was almost done.

Wang Yongshun gave Xia Linchun a wink, and the two of them stooped together, quickly picked up the memorial and put it away again, and then exited the hall together.

The atmosphere inside is just right, the emperor is already on the dragon's claws, his eyes are going to swallow people up, maybe Meng Guiren will go to bed today.

Wang Yongshun smiled happily, patted Xia Linchun on the shoulder, and signaled Xiao Xiazi to work hard and continue to listen to the wall. This is the responsibility of the personal servant.As for him, an old man, let's drink a pot of tea first...

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a handsome and tall young man.Manager Wang opened his mouth to scold him, but he took a closer look and found that it was Zhao Jun, the son of Prince Shen.

"Director Wang, please inform me."

Zhao Jun was not angry when he was hit, and he cupped his hands in a friendly manner.

If it were someone else, Wang Yongshun definitely wouldn't want to talk to him, but the relationship between Prince Shen's family and the emperor is different. Prince Shen Zhao Tingyou is Zhao Zheng's biological father, his eldest son Zhao Jun, and Zhao Zheng used to call him elder brother.

If it is said that Prince Jane is ambitious, then Prince Shen will never betray the emperor.

Wang Yongshun was not very good at blocking Zhao Jun, he weighed it up and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment, this old slave will go to inform you right now, but it is not convenient for the emperor right now, it depends on the emperor's intention to see you or not."

Zhao Jun nodded.

Wang Yongshun didn't have a solid idea in his heart, it's only been a while, and there is no word from inside, the emperor shouldn't just...has it already started?

This kind of thing is not something that Xia Linchun can handle, Wang Yongshun waved his hand to signal Xiao Xiazi not to follow, and walked quietly into the hall to be scolded.

I saw—Er Di Niang, the young master was forced to go to the desk with his blushing face, and the emperor's dragon claws were put behind the young master again.

The mouths of the two almost met.

Wang Yongshun secretly hated that Prince Shen's son came at an untimely time, the emperor was not easy, at least wait until the emperor kissed him...

Zhao Zheng caught sight of Wang Yongshun out of the corner of his eye, slightly moved away the dragon claw that was actively placed behind the person, breathed calmly, and said, "What's the matter?"

Wang Yongshun was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Your Majesty, Prince Shen's son is here."

Zhao Zheng tapped Meng Xuanyun's earlobe with his lips, and said softly, "Xuanyun...wait for me."

The young master seemed to be scalded, and he nodded subtly. Prince Shen's son is really lucky and a little... indescribably indescribable.

If this goes on like this, I'm afraid his or something will really swell! !