Seize My Boyfriend - B27 (6)
Mo Zhiyang slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that only pregnant with Qiubai, his deer-like eyes were full of dependence.
“Why are you pretending to be faint?” Huai Qiubai grabbed his chin and forced him to look directly at him.
Mo Zhiyang’s eyes turned red as his chin pinched, “Because I’m afraid, I don’t know how to deal with this situation. I’m afraid, so I can only pretend to be dizzy.” This reason is acceptable, Huai Qiubai is good at medicine
and The inner strength is deep, and there is a difference between the breathing sound of a person who has fainted and the breathing sound of a person who has not fainted. You can hear it at a glance.
“Master, has slave been discovered? It was discovered that slave is not the real emperor.” Mo Zhiyang grabbed his sleeve nervously, “Slave is afraid of master, has slave done something wrong?”
Huai Qiubai pulled back his sleeves, “You just need to do nothing and say nothing.” ”
Yes.” Although he was scared, Mo Zhiyang was still willing and had no right to refuse, “Master, I want to take a bath.” Is that okay?”
“Okay.” Huai Qiubai stood up, but didn’t leave, just looked at him.
Mo Zhiyang stood up from the bed. His body was still a little weak, and his long hair was hanging behind him. It must have been that the thing really hurt his throat, and he still coughed from time to time.
The little emperor, who was only wearing underwear, had the collar of his underwear widened due to the action of standing up, and his delicate collarbones could be seen. He turned over and got out of bed, stepping on the footrest with his bare feet.
The poison hurt his throat. Mo Zhiyang tried to shout for people to come in again and again, but he could only make a hoarse voice.
“Xiaoyu.” Huai Qiubai was kind enough to call someone in for him, “Let His Majesty bathe and change clothes.” ”
Yes.”
The system always felt that the host was going to cause trouble, “Host, what are you going to do?”
“Just watch. “Mo Zhiyang snorted and started to deal with this old pervert for telling you to be so cruel to me.
The emperor had a special house for bathing and changing clothes, and there was also a hot spring pool inside. The hot spring pool was surrounded by heavy layers of bright yellow gauze, and the mist in the pool made it feel a bit ethereal.
Mo Zhiyang took off his clothes and got into the water. His skin was covered by the hot water, and he sighed comfortably, “Sure enough, being an emperor is so comfortable. At least you don’t have to choose from material things.” He ate well, slept well, was taken care of, and even soaked in hot springs
. The key is that you don’t have to go to court. There are still people to use your brain on court matters. What kind of fairy life is this?
“That’s right.” The system hummed. Thanks to me, it had obviously forgotten how thrilling it was when the host was first thrown into this plane.
With a gentle creak, the door was opened.
Mo Zhiyang noticed it, and suddenly turned his back to the door, lying on the edge of the pool with his eyes closed, pretending to be drowsy, as if he didn’t notice anything.
Walking gently to the gauze curtain, Huai Qiubai used a wolf brush dipped in cinnabar to open the gauze curtain and saw the little emperor hidden by the mist.
He was facing away from him, his hair was tied up, with a few strands hanging down, and his entire back was exposed, which was glowing pink due to the hot water, and then his neck and small earlobes were glowing pink.
The charm hidden in the water is even more attractive, with a beautiful waist, well-proportioned buttocks, and fair and delicate skin, not even water droplets can hang on it. What a beauty this is.
Anyone who enters here by mistake will think that they have entered an illusory realm.
Mo Zhiyang pretended not to notice him, just lying on the bank with his eyes closed and his back to him, openly looking at others: “Old pervert, look at it, look at it more, hey hey hey, I don’t believe I can’t seduce you.”
After a while, Huai Qiubai took back his langhao pen, dropped the gauze curtain back, and turned around to leave.
As soon as they left, Mo Zhiyang opened his eyes and sat up straight, “This old pervert, I thought he would pounce on me and hold me in the water to dry the sauce, but I didn’t expect that he has good concentration.” This was quite unexpected. of.
“That’s true.” The system nodded, “It could also be that you are an old couple. They all say you have the seven-year itch. It seems that your attraction to old women has decreased. Gee, how miserable.” These words made Mo
Zhiyang He scoffed, “Huh? He is just worrying about the loss of benefits if he does it with me. As far as I know about Huai Qiubai, he will not be controlled by others, including sexual matters.” Now it only depends on what he can do
. How long can he endure it? In fact, he may not be able to endure it for too long. If he really can’t bear it, it will be me who suffers. I will live a happy life these days.
Huai Qiubai left, not because of fear, but because he was confused. He didn’t quite understand what he was thinking at this moment. It was not that he had never seen the little emperor before.
I have even watched this little emperor grow up, and watched him grow into this stupid look, but it has been different since he lost his memory. I can’t tell what happened, but it is different.
People who have never had lust start to pay attention to him, because the little exposed skin becomes hot, and because of the little accident, they become upset.
“It shouldn’t be like this.” Huai Qiubai frowned, and the indifferent Qing Jun was a little angry, “It must be the little emperor’s fault.” He
attributed the fault to him, but he felt more and more uncomfortable. Why.
After bathing and changing clothes, Mo Zhiyang sat by the window and hung his hair to dry. His hair was very long, reaching to his knees. People in Mo Chao believed that the body, hair, and skin were inherited from their parents, so they only shaved their hair when they were born.
Common people or officials can still hang a section of their hair on the Double Ninth Festival every year to commemorate their ancestors. However, the little emperor is a member of the royal family and can only cut his hair when he is thirty years old.
“This hair is so long, so uncomfortable.” It was especially difficult to dry. Mo Zhiyang tugged at the half-dried hair in annoyance, “It’s really long.” “It’s quite long.” The system suddenly sighed,
” It’s quite thick.”
“Huh?” Mo Zhiyang frowned, “There’s something wrong with you!”
The system didn’t shy away from it, “Yeah, something’s not right with me.” I’ve been with the two of you and seen so much, what else is right about the system?
Because of the poisoning, Mo Zhiyang was finally able to stay in bed for two days and have food to eat in the morning. However, he has not come these days. He blindly guessed that it was because King Qi was busy with matters.
Mo Zhiyang liked the window in the dormitory the most. He moved a chair and sat down, so that he could lie on the window edge and look at the scene in the yard outside.
“You haven’t told me the plot of this plane yet.” Out of boredom, Mo Zhiyang finally remembered this matter.
“Oh, I forgot.” He was just talking about the mission, and the system didn’t even think of it. “The plot is like this. You are just a little waste who lived in the first chapter. After you were killed by the drug, that little prince succeeded to the throne. Of course Prime Minister Huai, also known as Lao Se Pi, continued to control the government as prime minister, and then a kind and simple protagonist Shou appeared.
Note that the protagonist Shou Huaxing here is really simple and not like you. The protagonist Shou likes Lao Se Pi, but Lao Se Pi Sebu didn’t like him, so Lao Sebu took advantage of his feelings for him and sent him to get close to the protagonist Gong, that is, the King of Qi. The paradoxical thing happened, Wen Xi and Ye Sixin also fell in love with the innocent and lovely protagonist Shou. , then, the two followers explained the matter to Lao Sepi, who waved his hand and gave the position of regent to King Qi, and then lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests. The protagonist Shou Huaxing lived happily with the three of them. Together.”
“Damn it, this protagonist is more fun to play than me.” This is actually an NPC plane, which is really surprising, and Mo Zhiyang can’t understand, “Why is Lao Sepi willing to turn around and throw it away with a wave of his hand? Just run away when you gain power?”
“Because Hua Xing has always liked him and pestered him to have a baby with him. The plot explains that it is to help the two little followers.” The system is not very clear because the plot does not mention Huai Qiubai. The origin is clearly explained, all I know is that he is a monster.
Most of the stories revolve around the protagonist Shou. The original owner’s perspective is just that, and has no reference value. Therefore, the system looks at the perspective of the protagonist Shou. If you know the plot from his perspective, it may be a bit biased.
“I guess it’s because the old man is scared.”
“Let me tell you, I watched the plot. This plot is shown from the perspective of the protagonist. I suspect that Hua Xing is an idiot. He always does some weird things. For example, he was killed by the waiter in Prince Qi’s palace for chasing butterflies. The concubine is pushed into the water and becomes favored, there are also chasing butterflies and encountering Ye Sixin, and chasing butterflies and encountering Wen Xi.”
Mo Zhiyang didn’t understand, “Is there any other routine? The protagonist is transformed into a spirit by a butterfly?” ”
I How could I know? Oh my god.” Not only the host doesn’t understand, but the system doesn’t understand either. It might be because the protagonist is so naive that he can’t see many things.
“I have never been so speechless in my life.” Mo Zhiyang really didn’t know how to complain about the damn sweet plot of this plane.
“There are too many slots but no mouth.” This is also the true thinking of the system.
Mo Zhiyang lay on the window edge and stretched out his arms to dry out the sun. “I kind of want to see how innocent and cute the protagonist is. I want to see if I can sell it for some money.” “I’m curious too.” The system is really curious
. Especially after watching the plot where the protagonist is from the perspective of the protagonist, I want to see what this butterfly spirit looks like. It is most likely to be stunning.
At the corner of the corridor, a man wearing a vermilion court dress had been standing for a moment, with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the lotus root arm stretched out from the window sill.
The tips of his ten fingers were as sharp as jade bamboo shoots, and his wrists were as slender as green. There was not even a trace of calluses on the little emperor’s hands. He was born with wealth. Huai Qiubai just looked at it without moving.
The hand was dishonest, sometimes it was turned upside down, and sometimes it was clenched into a fist.
Seeing that Shi Shi was about to eat cakes, Mo Zhiyang was a little hungry. He took back his hand and closed the window, waiting for Xiaoyu to bring some cakes to him.
In the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Prime Minister Huai of the Chao Dynasty was sitting in front of the desk, frowning slightly, and writing as if he was thoughtful, but the painting was not something serious. If you look closely, it is a hand sticking out of the window sill.
The hand was reflected on the rice paper as white as snow, but Huai Qiubai knew that this person’s hand was three times whiter and tenderer than the rice paper. Feeling depressed, he grabbed the inkstone at hand and splashed it casually.
Ink splattered everywhere, and the hands were stained with ink. Finally, they were no longer clean and white, and the annoyance in my heart was reduced a lot. Living deep within the walls of the royal palace, it was time for me to have a dirty heart and a black liver. Who would I want to show my childishness to? How ridiculous.
“Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Minister Hua and his son Hua Xing have come to ask for an audience.”
“Call in.”
