Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 120
byChapter 120 The sick and violent prince 18
However, Xie Rong waited for a while, and what he was waiting for was the good news that those cheap slaves were fighting.
Such good news is simply unheard of in the original plot.
After all, the protagonist’s brothers almost obey Lu Yuanju’s words, but they share the same enemy with him, the prince of the Chinese dynasty, and hate him to death.
Xie Rong didn’t care that the wind and cold had not subsided, he stood up unsteadily, and his dizziness did not stop him from getting excited, “Why don’t you bring these cheap slaves up here?”
After a cup of tea.
Several Saibei slaves with bruises and swollen faces were tied up and brought into the temple.
It’s May now, and the sun is already poisonous enough. Although there are no more earth dragons and charcoal pots burning in the dormitory, the windows are closed, and soon the several strong men are sweating.
They knelt on the ground awkwardly, not as happy as when they sweated freely on the Saibei grassland. The tips of their noses smelled the faint aroma, fearing that the sweat on their bodies would stain the fragrant and clean bedroom of His Highness the Crown Prince.
Xie Rong leaned against the couch, the bed curtains fell down to cover his figure, and only his voice could be heard.
“Who picked the top?”
A tall man stepped forward on his knees and said in a muffled voice: “It was the slave who picked the head.”
Xie Rong looked closely behind the bed curtain, but found that this man had more bruises on his face than Lu Yuanju.
It’s really useless to pick the boss and still not win.
Xie Rong rolled his eyes slightly and said deliberately: “Since you are the one in charge, I will give you fifty blows and the others thirty blows. A Chou, you will be the one to carry out the execution.”
He is so smart that he punishes everyone but not A Chou.
Wouldn’t this cause these guys to sow discord and eventually turn against each other?
Lu Yuanju knelt at the front and raised his eyes when he heard the words. The burning light in the dark pupils seemed to penetrate the hanging gauze and nail him, “Your Highness alone does not punish slaves?”
Xie Rong raised his indifferent lips, and his weak voice came out of the bed tent, “Yes.”
After all, he still needs this cheap slave to deliver medicine to his father and then be his scapegoat.
The more Xie Rong thought about it, the happier he felt. He couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth, “I can’t bear to leave alone.”
He had never seen that the eyes of the slaves kneeling beside Lu Yuanju were almost on fire.
Brother Lu has really been lying to them!By fighting for the little prince’s favor without telling them, he might have climbed onto the little prince’s bed as other palace people in the East Palace said!
“Go ahead.”
Everyone was taken outside the palace to be executed.
Through the palace door, Xie Rong could vaguely hear the voices of the group of Saibei prisoners of war angrily cursing Lu Yuanju.
His coldness improved instantly.
Three days later, before his patience ran out, Lu Yuanju presented him with an immortal vine.
Xie Rong opened the wooden box and glanced at the brown pill, then closed the wooden box with a smile and said, “Send it to the Hall of Nourishing Heart.”
Lu Yuanju stared at him and agreed to leave.
“Wait a minute,” Xie Rong asked, “do you know what to say?”
Lu Yuanju lowered his eyes and stared at his hand on the wooden box.
The lacquered red wooden box was tapped gently by the slender, pale jade-like fingertips, as if knocking on someone’s heart.
Seducing a slave like this again.
The second child scolded him as the most despicable one, and that wasn’t because the young prince loved seducing him the most. He had even done such a thing, more than once.
Lu Yuanju said: “I will obey His Highness’s instructions.”
“Gu wants you to offer this medicine in the name of the remnants of Saibei, in order to plead with the Emperor of Heaven to spare the remnants of the army,” Xie Rong said, “Can you understand what I mean?”
“If you dare to be dishonest and say something you shouldn’t have said, I can’t guarantee that I will cut your tongue when you come back, just like the eldest brother. It’s so pitiful. I heard that he was accidentally bitten off by a rat in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.”
Lu Yuanju’s face remained as usual, and he raised his hand to cover Xie Rong’s hand. The rough and hot palm soon turned red on the back of Xie Rong’s hand.
“I understand what Your Highness means.”
Xie Rong withdrew his hand and patted his face, “Go ahead.”
Lu Yuanju retreated.
Xie Rong lowered his head and continued to read through those troublesome memorials.
Logically speaking, Xie Rong was in poor health, so his colds should be lighter than those of the emperor.
But his father was really old, and he was so angry that he couldn’t get up.
Maybe God just wants to help the protagonist. Even if the plot is chaotic, he still wants to give the protagonist a wind to make the kingdom of heaven chaotic.
But now, this trend belongs to him.
In the past few days, Xie Rongqiang, despite the cold weather, had to review memorials and go to court early for the emperor, and finally figured out the situation in the court.
The situation in the court was very chaotic, and the henchmen of the eldest prince, the third prince, and the fifth prince were fighting fiercely.
It’s hard for a prince like him to get in again.
But he had his uncle and Xue Jiajun, so he didn’t have to step in to stir up the trouble, so the father retreated again and again to the mother.
So as long as he doesn’t die, as long as he kills his father with this broken body, the throne will be his.
If that’s the case, then there’s no harm in him doing things in advance that he can only do after he ascends the throne, right?
Xie Rong drew a cat’s head with rolled eyes and tongue sticking out on the memorial handed to him by the censor, then he threw away the red imperial pen, walked into the inner hall, and took out a bright yellow dragon robe from the bed.
The dragon robe was brightly colored and was obviously newly made to his size.
Xie Rong put on the dragon robe, walked to the bronze mirror and turned around twice. It fit better than the dragon robe he wore when he was a cat demon.
He raised his hands flat and said, imitating his father’s majestic appearance: “Stand flat.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Rong couldn’t help laughing, his cheeks were flushed, and he was excited as if he had done something bad.
The bronze mirror reflected his beautiful face as he murmured to himself, “It would be great if I could wear it out tomorrow.”
Didn’t his father say that he loved him the most?Jun Wu joked that he was in poor health and did not have many years to live. Why not give up the throne to him earlier and let him be the emperor for a few more years?
“Father, if you want to blame, blame A Chou. Blame yourself for pretending to be compassionate and insisting on saving the lives of these foreigners.” Xie Rong’s eyes turned cold.
“Your Highness,” Eunuch Gao said softly through the screen, “A Chou is back and wants to see Your Highness.”
“Let him in.” Xie Rong supported his chin and turned his head when the footsteps approached.
Lu Yuanju was stunned and his eyes fell on the dragon robe on his body.
“Does it look good like this?” Xie Rong stroked the dragon pattern on his clothes, his eyes full of fanatical obsession with this dragon robe.
The dragon’s eyes on the robe were majestic and cold, but Lu Yuanju knew that when he peeled off the hem of the cold dragon robe, only the soft and boneless skin, like snow, could be squeezed into the man’s fingers.
Lu Yuanju said hoarsely: “I match your highness very well.”
“Gu Ye thinks,” Xie Rong waved to him, waited for him to get close to him, and gently stroked the stubble on his chin, with his fingertips slowly pointing downward along his chin, “If Gu can wear this and walk out of the dormitory tomorrow, you will have a great achievement.”
Lu Yuanju’s Adam’s apple rolled back and forth under his fingertips, and his rapid breathing was hot and dry.
Looks very thirsty.
But Xie Rong didn’t reward him with drinking water. Instead, he came closer and breathed the fragrance to him, and asked him softly: “Have you eaten it, father?”