Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 123
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But he was her nephew after all, and he was more important than a Saibei slave used to warm the bed.
“What do you want?”
Xue Feibai said: “He was able to collude with the remnants of Saibei to kill the late emperor. He may also use this method to kill your majesty in the future.”
“Aunt, now that His Majesty has ascended the throne, the remnants of the Saibei troops can no longer be retained. He must be tortured to make him reveal where the remnant troops are hiding.”
As long as Xie Rong’s safety is involved, his aunt, the Queen Mother, will never take it lightly.
Xue Feibai stared at the man in the prison.
He never thought that one day he would be so unscrupulous as to want a man to die.
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After the enthronement ceremony, Xie Rong returned to the Yangxin Hall.
He is in poor health and may not have a few more years to live.
Even if he lives longer and the plot collapses, God will not give up.
So when he ascended the throne and became the emperor, he wanted to play freely. He didn’t care about any consequences. He only cared about himself.
Any memorials given by important ministers were painted as ghost symbols by Xie Rong.
In the Yangxin Hall, the commander of the imperial army was lying on the ground, riding as a pony for the young emperor.
Ye Fengyao was sweating profusely from climbing and looked very tired, but in fact he was not.
The person on his back was very light and soft, and the dragon robe covering his head was fragrant. Ye Fengyao only sniffed it secretly, and felt unbearably hot all over his body.
[Your Majesty the host, it’s not good!] The system suddenly shouted, [The protagonist’s life is in danger!】
Xie Rong can play as he likes, provided that the world supported by the protagonist will not collapse prematurely due to the death of the protagonist.
Xie Rong was not very happy, “What’s going on?”
He clearly told the people from the Criminal Department to spare A Chou’s life.
How dare these people disobey him!
Even if A Chou dies, he will die in his hands. What does it mean to die in the hands of others?
Xie Rong got off Ye Fengyao and walked out of the Yangxin Hall with a gloomy face.
Eunuch Gao, who was guarding the door, shouted loudly: “Your Majesty, get on with it!”
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Prison Department of Punishment.
When Xie Rong came down from the dragon chariot, Queen Mother Xue and Xue Feibai happened to walk out of the prison and bumped into him head-on.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” Empress Dowager Xue looked at his pale cheeks and couldn’t help but feel distressed. “You are not in good health. Please follow your mother back to Yangxin Hall to rest as soon as possible. Don’t get any bad luck.”
“Mother, I am the emperor, and no one can interfere with the emperor’s affairs,” Xie Rong said, stepping past the two of them and entering the prison door of the Ministry of Punishment.
Queen Mother Xue didn’t even have time to call him, she saw him turning into the dark prison corridor and disappearing.
“Fei Bai, if the emperor has a grudge against the Ai family because of this matter, don’t blame the Ai family for being merciless,” Queen Mother Xue glared at the person beside her, then held the hand of her nanny and left.
“…” Xue Feibai pursed his lips and said nothing, standing on the spot and not following.
Inside the prison.
Xie Rong stopped in front of the last cell.
The pungent smell of blood wafted out from the cell. Xie Rong held the handkerchief to the tip of his nose and gave the jailer a cold look with his black and purple eyes under his twelve eyes.
The jailer hurriedly stepped forward and opened the cell door for him.
Xie Rong slightly lifted the hem of his newly made dragon robe and walked in.
Lying in the corner of the cell was a tall man with strong muscles. The white prison clothes on his body had turned completely bloody. The scars left by the torture instruments were all over every inch of flesh. The only fingers that were still intact felt someone approaching and slowly curled up.
He seemed to be trying to push himself up, but in vain.
The jailer on the side knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: “The Queen Mother and General Xue want to interrogate the whereabouts of the remaining troops in Saibei, but I really can’t stop them. Your Majesty, forgive me.”
Although Xie Rong was very unhappy, no matter how unhappy he was, he would not show off his son’s mother’s face in front of others, so he just waved his hand to let him go.
[Host, the protagonist is still breathing.】
Xie Rong stepped forward and lifted the man’s chin with the toe of his shoe.
He looked at her with twelve eyes apart.
“Your Highness…” Lu Yuanju’s voice was as hoarse as gravel, and it was not pleasant to hear.
Xie Rong corrected him seriously: “You should call me, Your Majesty.”
Lu Yuanju twitched his lips and said, “Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have achieved what you wished for.”
“I’m very curious,” Xie Rong looked at him, the confusion in his eyes was very straightforward, “Why can’t you feel the pain in your heart even though my queen mother and cousin used such severe punishment on you?”
Even the system showed that the pain value had not increased at all, much more than when he slapped Lu Yuanju.
Xie Rong was simply puzzled.
Especially after he asked this question, Lu Yuanju raised the corners of his lips a little.
The man was lying in a pool of blood, lowering his head and slowly rubbing the toes of his shoes.
“Because I feel…jealousy,” Lu Yuanju raised a smile, even a little proud, and said, “Xue Feibai, he is jealous of me.”
Jealous that he climbed onto Xie Rong’s bed, jealous that Xie Rong couldn’t bear to let him die.
“You lied to me,” Xie Rong kicked his face away, frowning and squinting, with a cold expression, “I used your hand to kill my father, and then put you in prison as my scapegoat. You clearly hate me to death!”
“Yesterday the remnants of Saibei sneaked into the palace to rescue you and leave. You refused to leave just to stay and take revenge on me.”
Lu Yuanju raised his hand and circled his ankle through the dragon boots.
“Your Majesty,” the man said hoarsely, “do you really not understand why I would rather die than stay here?”
“How could I understand?” Xie Rong knelt down and grabbed his chin, “If you go back to Saibei, you will come back one day, but you idiot, you actually don’t leave-”
When Xie Rong said this, he couldn’t help laughing.
It’s just God helping me!
If that old guy from Tiandao saw his protagonist voluntarily abandoning his future, he would probably be furious, right?
If Lu Yuanju stays here, he will never get ahead and can only be a lowly slave!
But Xie Rong also liked Lu Yuanju’s self-satisfied look very much.
Xie Rong’s fingers on Lu Yuanju’s chin were trembling with excitement, as if he was pleasing him to the extreme, “You were abandoned by Saibei, and you can only be my slave from now on.”
Blood dripped from the man’s lips. When he looked up at him, his pupils were a little blurry, and he followed his words and said: “Be your Majesty’s slave.”
So pitiful, so lovable, just like the puppy he once adopted.
A puppy abandoned by everyone, no one would take in a dirty dog except him.
The puppy he once had turned into a bitch who was his enemy, but now he found another one just like him.
Xie Rong didn’t dislike the blood on the man’s face at all, and gently stroked Lu Yuanju’s head, “If you touch your head, it won’t hurt anymore. I will take you in.”
Lu Yuanju was carried to Yangxin Hall for treatment.
Just before treating the injury, Xie Rong helped the dirty man take a bath, just like washing in the west wind.
The man sat in the large wooden basin that had been used to bathe the west wind, staring straight at Xie Rong’s plain face, and greeted Xie Rong with excitement.
Next to him was a mastiff that bared its teeth and roared at him, but Xie Rong didn’t dare to bite him.
The west wind howled angrily, and the dog pawed at the ground, huffing and puffing.
The dog’s basin was actually snatched away by a hateful person!
The owner of the dog will also be snatched away by the hateful people!
The dog is dead!