MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 18 Forbearance

I thought that the disaster relief caused such a big storm. After the execution of Yue Gaoyang, it could gradually calm down, but I did not expect that after the emperor handed over the follow-up matters to Zhen Xiyang, Heron and Zhen Qiyang received another delivery Reports of robberies of convoys.

Those who can follow the action so quickly must be people in the DPRK, and there must be a group of well-trained personnel who do not belong to the inward management. Zhen Xunyang is a little angry, he didn't care about these things. With so much trouble, he was even more impatient.

As soon as Heron checked, he found Zhen Zhenqi's body. He was surprised and expected of this result.

When I first met Zhen Qi, everyone praised him as a gentle gentleman, gentle as a jade, humble and courteous, and uncontested with the world.

But according to Heron's understanding, he is not such a free and easy person, he will have no idea about the throne, just like he showed, only thinking about playing on earth.

He can't forget, when Zhen Xunqi was humiliated that day, his eyes were deep and forbearing.

Heron felt that Zhen Huanqi may be more in need of caution than Prince Zhen Huanjia.

Because of the number of Princes, they can see clearly, the officials who support him, and the family blood behind him, they all know that there can naturally be new countermeasures to step by step.

It's just Zhen Yanqi, who is on the surface and back on the ground. If it wasn't for this matter, he would almost think that he was the one he showed.

He made everyone think that it was all in one, but in fact, he was able to hinder Zhen Xiyang's development. His details are elusive, and naturally there is no way to fully cope.

At present, when they are not sure how to deal with it, Heron advocates not to fight the grass and scare the snake. In the end, he only symbolically pats people to investigate the murderer, creating an illusion that they are panicked at this time, so that Zhen Huanqi can rest assured.

It seems that Zhen Huanqi does not intend to really start this time, so they have not caused them irreparable losses, and they only plan to open one eye and close one eye. I was afraid that this would lead the snake out of the hole, and when they became furious and could not bear the enthusiasm for the full investigation, he would bite again.

Heron had his own solution. When he arranged everything, he was in a happy mood, and Zhen Yunyang went straight.

"Sir, just let him go like this?" He poked his lips, and the memories that appeared in his head made him look poorly. "In the previous test, you and the emperor still had a good conversation ..."

"... Is this not the case?" He and Zhen Yanqi just complimented each other a few words, how could it be a happy conversation in His Highness's mouth? Who was he talking to when he wasn't there? Heron smiled and intended to go straight.

Zhen Xieyang stood with his hands up, raised his neck, and deliberately flaunted. "After that, I won the essay every time."

Heron took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and truthfully said, "You two don't make any difference, but the emperor is partial."

"Mr. is partial!" Zhen Puyang complained lowly.

Heron ignored him. His most favored man always wanted to say that he was partial to others. He had nothing to say.

He looked out at the sky, only to realize that it was already a dark night, so he quickly persuaded Zhen Xunyang to return to the palace. His tone and attitude were first-class gentleness, for fear that he would rely on him again.

"It's too late, Yanger is good, and is going to rest."

Zhen Xunyang stared at his wet pink lips soaked in tea. He was so happy that he said that he wouldn't blush when he said something against him. "I want to stay and listen to my husband tonight. It ’s rare for me to be virtuous, and my husband will follow me. Right? I want to hear more about what Mr. Wang said for me. How can I be a good emperor? "

Heron sighed helplessly. He had known that His Highness was so eager no matter what, but he was relieved to hear that he was actively learning the art of emperor.

But it was too late at this time, for he was afraid that he would not go back. The servants of the house in his temple had to stay overnight and couldn't rest.

"It's late. Don't worry about your son-in-law. Tomorrow morning, the ministers will surely learn from each other, okay?"

Zhen Liyang put away her good looks and played a rogue. She took off her coat and rolled onto Heron's bed. She refused to live and die. "No, I'm sleeping here tonight."

"It's not quite right."

"Taifu hates me? It's so cold and dark outside. I've taken off my coat. I'm afraid it's going to be cold when I go out. Is that so patient?"

"How come ..." Heron shook his head.

"Then it's settled." Zhen Xunyang immediately answered, then adjusted his attitude, and consciously slept into the innermost, freeing up a spacious position for Herang. Seeing him still refused to come up, the expectation was lifted He patted the bed on the other side with urgency.

After accepting the status quo, Heron changed his dress with his burning eyes, then lit the candle, pulled the screen, and lay down.

"The minister then told His Royal Highness some Ming dynasties."

In fact, Heron was deficient, but she closed her eyes as she told a story for Zhen Yunyang, thinking about some famous emperor models while she was talking.

This gave Zhen Yunyang a chance, and he had no idea that his highness was stroking his side with his eyes.

Zhen Xunyang seemed to be demonized. He crossed the distance between the two and almost stuck to his chest. He wanted to stick tightly and listen to his heartbeat.

This person usually speaks softly and whispers. Once there is noisy surroundings, his voice can be easily covered up.

But at this time, because the two were intimate, his voice seemed particularly clear at night, his voice was smooth, and even the faint magnetism of the bass was so moving.

Zhen Yunyang could even hear the sound of inhaling and exhaling, like drinking a cup of warm tea, this shallow temperature reached the bottom of his heart.

And so many things he said were specifically for him ... he can enjoy this moment to the full, hold him in his arms, listen to him whisper, sniff his breath, stare unscrupulously at his handsome face .

Zhen Xiuyang couldn't help bending her mouth, and contradictively wanted to scold herself.

He never expected that he would snuggle up in the arms of another man one day, and listened patiently to his long talk, and he never thought that he would feel this feeling so good.

Moreover, he just had a taste of this taste and developed a sense of attachment. What should he do in the future?

He stared at the man's Zhang Hehe's lips, with a trace of struggle in his heart. As a result, a tiny seed was left in his heart and gradually took root, forming a vague idea.

He was in love at first, but he didn't understand the word of love yet, but he knew what his desire was to grow strong and break through the wall of his heart.

His brain, his heart, and even every part of him are telling him that he likes Taifu, and likes to look at the rest of the other people and wait for a glance.

He doesn't care if he is right or not, he is so overbearing anyway, so deadly, so regardless of everything, he will get the person he wants, if not ... deep.

If not, they will die.

The candlelight of the bedside cabinet was like a naughty fire shadow under the cover of the curtain, shaking and swinging, with the gentle sound of the man sounded in his ears, like the magic of hypnosis. He recklessly let his consciousness fade, and slept in the warm chest of the man, and slept well all night.

A gentle breathing came, and Heron also finished the story, opened his eyes slightly, and expressed his wish. "The minister hopes that His Royal Highness can also become such a sacred monarch in the future ..." Just looking down, the teenager had no idea Shi moved to his arms and fell asleep.

In order to maintain his majesty, His Royal Highness often slaps his face to look cold, but at this time, he is nestling in his arms like a child, and his face is still childish, saying that no one will believe it. His Highness had been arrogant before.

Herron chuckled. He said how could it be so quiet. He had already fallen asleep. He had to get up and extinguish the candlelight. He pulled the quilt over his shoulder. He was afraid he felt cold, so he put his hands on him and gently held him in his arms. , And fell asleep himself.

It's just that Zhen Zhenyang, who was supposed to sleep, raised his mouth in his arms, sir, you taught me to forbear, then wait for the day when he really grows up, and plunder all that he wants.

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