Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 116

Chapter 116 The sick and violent prince 14

So sour.

No wonder it was worshiped by the group of monks in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. It was because the ancestors of the royal family could not speak.

“Where is the person responsible for placing the tributes today?” Xie Rong pre-empted the attack and said coldly, “The national treasury allocates funds to the Ancestral Temple every year. If you dare to put such sour oranges on it, the Taizu who bullied me can’t open his mouth, right?!”

Several veterans swallowed their harsh words even at the risk of death.

The monk in charge of the tribute was quickly dragged up.

Xie Rong refused to listen to the explanation and had his mouth blocked. He was beaten with fifty boards and thrown out of the Ancestral Temple.

The host who came in a hurry knelt down, sweating profusely, and apologized.

“Your Highness, please forgive me. I almost neglected my ancestors by not investigating.”

Xie Rong snorted coldly and threw away all the sour oranges on the altar. “During the ancestor worship period, I will conduct random inspections at any time. If you dare to use sour oranges as tribute, I will show no mercy.”

The host responded repeatedly and had fresh oranges delivered.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness, these are tribute oranges from the palace, they are the most sweet and delicious.”

“Okay, everyone, please step aside,” Xie Rong licked his lips and waved his hand.

After everyone retreated and the palace door closed, Xie Rong was the only one left in the palace.

He raised his hand to push aside a row of memorial tablets, sat on the empty seat where the tablets were enshrined, and picked the largest and roundest orange.

After eating the oranges, he felt sleepy. He slowly moved from the altar to the futon and closed his eyelids heavily.

Half asleep and half awake, someone seemed to come in from outside Fengxian Hall.

The crisp sound of jingling bells following the steady steps was like the sound of shackles and chains.

Xie Rong grabbed the visitor’s clothes.

The man only hesitated for a moment, then squatted down, lowered his head, and watched Xie Rong climb up his broad shoulders little by little, shrinking into his arms, muttering why he wasn’t as warm as before.

“Your Highness is cold. If you want a body of pure Yang to warm you up, I’m afraid you’re dating the wrong person.” The man said coldly.

Xie Rong was so sleepy that he never heard his words.

At this moment, someone suddenly climbed in through the window of Fengxian Hall, and the sound of the shackles and chains was particularly obvious.

It’s Lu Yuanju.

He seemed to be carrying something in his arms, which were bulging. When he turned around, he saw the little prince huddled in the arms of the imperial master that looked like ice cubes.

Just now, he was humiliating this man in front of him in the Zen room, and he looked disgusted. Now, in front of the ancestors, they started to hook up.

Such a boring man is really not picky.

Lu Yuanju grinded his back molars irritably, walked over and took out the roast chicken in his arms.

Xie Rong smelled the aroma of meat in his dream. The tip of his nose followed the aroma and smelled it, and then he smelled it into Lu Yuanju’s arms.

Lu Yuanju raised the corner of his mouth, but he immediately suppressed it, pulled off a chicken leg, and stuffed it into Xie Rong’s mouth.

Xie Rong opened his eyes, slapped him with a cold face, and said gloomily:

“You are a cheap slave, but you dare to snatch the drumstick from an orphan’s mouth. Do you want to die?”

Lu Yuanju’s cheeks felt burning pain and he said, “Your Highness, there are still outsiders here.”

Xie Rong turned his head and saw that damn Imperial Master right next to him. He suddenly became even more unhappy, “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to talk to His Highness about something important.”

Xie Rong bit into the chicken leg and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“The imperial concubine is seriously ill, and the eldest prince is on his way to the Ancestral Temple on the pretext of praying for his mother,” Wu Miao said calmly.

Although the eldest prince would arrive a few days later than Xie Rong and was not worthy of worshiping ancestors, as long as he had the shamelessness to return on the same day as Xie Rong, in the eyes of the people, the two brothers would go to the Ancestral Temple to worship ancestors together.

Xie Rong quickly understood the key.

“Here comes another one who is not afraid of death,” he said with a gloomy expression.

This group of people all stared at his throne and wanted to steal his things.

Xie Rong swept past Lu Yuanju and Wumiao.

These two are not good people. In the main plot, everyone wants him to die!

Xie Rong was so angry that he grabbed the uneaten oranges on the table, smashed them on Wu Miao’s head, and threw the chicken bones in Lu Yuanju’s face.

“Why, you came here specifically to talk to Gu, just because you want to see Gu’s jokes?” Xie Rong pinched the Imperial Master’s chin and smiled coldly, with a hint of madness in his eyebrows. “Then I will let you see what will happen if you want to see Gu’s jokes and steal Gu’s things.”

“You have two choices, either cooperate with me obediently, or else I will tell my father about your tip-off,” Xie Rong narrowed his eyes, “You know how to choose, right?”

Wu Miao’s Adam’s apple moved slightly and he nodded.

Three days later.

“Your Highness, the eldest prince’s attendant has arrived,” Xie Rong was pretending to copy scriptures for his ancestors when Eunuch Gao hurriedly entered the Fengxian Hall.

Hearing this, he put down his pen, stood up, picked up an ever-burning lamp, and slowly poured it over the memorial tablet of Emperor Taizu.

Xie Rong’s lips curved into an excited smile, but his eyes were extremely innocent, “Grandpa Taizu, if you want to blame, blame the eldest brother. He is the one who harmed you. Remember to seek revenge from him.”

The fire quickly engulfed the tablet in front of Xie Rong.

Xie Rong narrowed his eyes, “It’s so warm.”

He was much warmer than A Chou, that bitch slave, and it was Grandpa Taizu who loved him more.

Eunuch Gao was already panicking and dragged him outside, “Your Highness, it’s dangerous here, let’s get out first!”

Xie Rong shook him off and murmured: “Gu’s ancestors are all here, can they still harm Gu?”

“It’s all the eldest brother who secretly came to the Ancestral Temple and made Grandpa Taizu angry.”

Eunuch Gao was extremely anxious. Thick smoke was billowing here, waves of fire were rising into the sky, and the people outside had already been surrounded by people putting out the fire.

Just when he didn’t know what to do, Lu Yuanju ran in, put Xie Rong on his shoulders and left without saying a word.

Eunuch Gao stood behind Xie Rong, and he breathed a sigh of relief until they got out of the fire without any danger.

Lu Yuanju gasped and put the person on the temporary armchair, and said angrily: “You are so crazy that you are going to die, aren’t you?”

Xie Rong’s eyes suddenly turned cold and he turned his face away, “Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this?”

The aunt in charge brought a basin of water, soaked the handkerchief, and gently wiped the ashes on Xie Rong’s cheeks.

Lu Yuanju stood aside, his hand clenched into a fist at his side, and the burnt area on his arm was still bleeding.

He is really crazy. He endured the humiliation and became Xie Rong’s slave for a period of time. He is really worried about his master!

What can be saved about a prince of an enemy country who has done many evil things, is arrogant and vicious?

Lu Yuanju raised his eyes, his dark pupils reflected the light of the Fengxian Palace soaring into the sky, and he suddenly covered his chest.

Something flashed quickly before his eyes.

Fire, palace, screams of despair.

[The protagonist is emotionally abnormal, pain value +30]

No, of course Xie Rong couldn’t die like this.

Otherwise, how could he avenge the humiliation and torture he suffered?

Xie Rong cannot die.

Xie Rong must be good.

Xie Rongde lived a long life.

Lu Yuanju convinced himself.

He suppressed his hatred, took the veil from the hands of the aunt in charge, knelt on one knee beside Xie Rong’s legs, lowered his eyes, and little by little, very gently, he served his revenge target and wiped the ashes from his cheeks.

Xie Rong narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed his face. He gently stroked the slap mark on his face, lowered his head and blew a breath as if there was no one else around, “I just hit you hard, I’ll blow it for you.”