Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 125

Chapter 125 The sick and violent prince 23

No one knew what method the Imperial Master used. The palace attendants waiting outside the Yangxin Hall knelt on the ground. When the Imperial Master opened the palace door an hour later, he simply said that His Majesty was awake.

Lu Yuanju used his brute force to push through the crowd and was the first to rush into the bedroom. With a muffled sound, he hit his knees on the ground and knelt beside the couch, hugging the emperor’s waist tightly.

“Your Majesty… you scared the slave,” Lu Yuanju murmured, “Your Majesty will never abandon the slave!”

Seeing his crazy look, Xie Rong pushed him away and slapped his face angrily, “I’m not dead yet, are you crying and trying to curse me to death?”

Lu Yuanju knelt down again, staring directly at him with the mark of his slap on his face.

Fanning people so hard, His Majesty’s body does seem to be much better.

Xie Rong stopped looking at him and glanced over his shoulder, looking at the Imperial Master who walked in unhurriedly.

“Imperial Master, you saved me once again,” Xie Rong put a pillow behind his waist, his black hair hanging down beside his pale cheeks, and his strange-colored eyes slowly moved, like a female ghost who was hidden on the couch and could not see the light of day. While talking to the Imperial Master, he still raised his hand to stroke Lu Yuanju’s head, “How should I repay you?”

Before the Imperial Master could speak, the slave he was playing with had already intervened, “Your Majesty, I have something to say.”

Lu Yuanju told Xie Rong everything that happened in Qingxu Palace.

He felt that he had been bullied. Although he could bite him back on his own, His Majesty said that he was a good dog, so the good dog wanted to complain to his master and ask for his decision.

There can only be one dog in the Yangxin Hall.

“Oh?” Xie Rong raised his eyelids, “Is what he said true?”

The Imperial Master looked at it without much reaction, “Yes.”

“Come here, kneel down.” Xie Rong said softly.

The Imperial Master came over, lifted up his clothes and knelt beside Lu Yuanju.

Xie Rong raised his hand and slapped his face.

The manicured and rounded nails made a gash on the man’s face.

Xie Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood on his nails, “Lick it clean.”

The Imperial Master lowered his head and took his fingertips into his mouth.

“…” Lu Yuanju knelt down and watched, feeling a strange emotion in his heart.

He was like the outsider. His Majesty had clearly never said a few words to this annoying Imperial Master, but as long as the two of them were next to each other, there was an unspoken understanding that no one could interfere with.

Just like the Imperial Master was a stray dog ​​that His Majesty once raised, but later got lost. His Majesty saw that he looked a bit like him and saw that he was pitiful, so he reluctantly kept him by his side.

Lu Yuanju regretted his impulsiveness just now.

He knelt beside the dragon couch, breathing heavily like a westerly wind from his throat. His dark eyes stared closely at Xie Rong’s fingertips, wishing to make a hole, but his Adam’s apple couldn’t help but roll.

“You are not dead,” Xie Rong lowered his head and leaned close to the ear of the Imperial Master, saying in a breathy voice that only the other party could hear, “Do you want to taste the taste of dying together again, or do you want to seek revenge from me? Huh?”

The Imperial Master’s lips moved slightly, and his eyes met with his through the white cloth.

Xie Rong was filled with hatred, and the hatred from the past surged into his heart.

Why, why is this man not dead?

Xie Rong’s eyes were scarlet, quenching the poison, and he pinched the national master’s neck and tightened it little by little.

[Su, host…if he dies, what will you do if you can’t wake up next time?】The system reminds you quietly.

Xie Rong shook off the Imperial Master, put his hands on the edge of the couch and coughed, his finger bones clenching the quilt on his body, he was so pale that it was almost transparent, and he was still trembling.

“Kneel down outside the hall. You can get up whenever I let you up.” Xie Rong closed his eyes and leaned on the soft pillow to catch his breath. The redness at the end of his eyes had not faded, and every word he spoke was extremely cold.

The Imperial Master turned around and walked out of the hall without saying a word, and knelt in front of the Yangxin Hall under the different eyes of the palace people.

He could clearly hear what was going on inside.

When the palace servant went in with the medicine, the emperor inside threw the porcelain bowl to vent his anger.

The Queen Mother, General Xue, Old General Xue, veteran ministers of the court, and the commanders of the imperial guards passed by him one after another and entered the palace to visit the emperor.

The emperor who was too young was still like a child. He was coaxed and coaxed, and his mood improved again. He no longer threw bowls or cursed others.

At night, everyone in the palace left and the palace doors were closed. Only the slave from Saibei did not come out.

The Imperial Master was still kneeling, his back straight and his thin lips straight and forbearing.

The young emperor, who was full of abuse during the day, at night, even the voice coming out of the palace gate was tainted with amorous feelings.

During the day he was the most noble emperor, but at night he could show his tenderness to the meanest slave.

【It’s so slutty.】The cold voice of the main system suddenly sounded in my mind, 【Can anyone outside listen to me so happily?】

Xie Rong was caught off guard and went limp all over, staining Lu Yuanju’s face.

“Bit dog! Bitch dog!” He gasped and cursed, his white leg flesh still trembling, and the soles of his feet stepped on Lu Yuanju’s shoulder.

Lu Yuanju only thought that His Majesty was being angry with him, and became even more excited.

“This slave is a bitch, and this slave is His Majesty’s bitch,” he buried himself on His Majesty’s body, wanting to use all his savage strength.

But His Majesty is a sick and weak Bodhisattva statue that can be smashed with a little force. Lu Yuanju can only restrain himself and wait for His Majesty. After His Majesty is satisfied, he will stay and go to the side hall to take a cold shower and hastily satisfy his desires.

At midnight, the door of Yangxin Hall opened.

Lu Yuanju deliberately exposed the scratches on his neck and paused next to the Imperial Master in a royal manner before walking to the side hall proudly.

So what if he is a national master, no matter how good he is in magic, he will only be the good dog who will accompany His Majesty.

He will always be with His Majesty.

…

Xie Rongchang sat happily on the dragon chair for ten years. He had enough fun and no longer missed it.

The Hall of Yangxin was full of courtiers kneeling.

Queen Mother Xue sat by the couch and wiped her tears, while Lu Yuanju knelt at his hand.

Xie Rong’s black hair was as moist and smooth as usual, and he turned his head to glance at the courtiers kneeling on the ground.

“After my death, the Queen Mother will select a prince within the clan. The Queen Mother can establish or depose a prince, and take charge of the affairs of the court. No one is allowed to disobey my mother.”

Queen Mother Xue burst into tears, “The Queen Mother does not want any regent power. The Queen Mother only wants the Emperor’s health and long life.”

“I know that my mother has always been unwilling to be born as a girl,” Xie Rong looked at him with wet eyes, as soft as a child, with admiration for his mother, “I love my mother as much as my mother loves me.”

After Xie Rong said that, he couldn’t help coughing twice.

As he lay dying, he raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Lu Yuanju stepped forward and grabbed his hand, “I would like to accompany His Majesty to be buried in the grave.”

Xie Rong withdrew his hand and still pointed there.

Everyone turned to look at his fingertips and saw the Imperial Master kneeling silently to one side.

“I…want him to be buried as a sacrifice,” Xie Rong’s eyes showed the pleasure of having a great revenge.

So what if the Imperial Master was lucky enough to survive?

Now he is still dead in his hands!

Xie Rong had no nostalgia anymore, closed his eyes, and dropped his hands on the edge of the bed.

“Your Majesty?!” Lu Yuanju’s eyes were splitting and he was hysterical, “What about the slave? Don’t you want to be a slave anymore?! Why is he not a slave? Why?!”

He abandoned everything, abandoned Saibei, and stayed here alone, becoming the emperor’s slave for decades.

Why not let him be buried, why not let him!

[Congratulations to the host, the protagonist’s pain value has increased tremendously and has exceeded the system’s detection range. The mission has been completed and he is about to go to the next world.】