Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 243 And use the title to lure the king's heart (31)

The court hall, which was noisy in the past, is eerily quiet today.

The ministers were as silent as cicadas, lowered their heads in unison, and there were faint traces of dark colors on the back of the court clothes.

Cao Yuanting, who was able to chat with His Majesty in the past, was even more huddled in his collar, his eyes fell to the ground erratically, and he didn't have the courage to look at His Majesty.

For some reason, His Majesty today is filled with indescribable fear and reverence, and there is not even a trace of dark thoughts in his heart, as if under this person's gaze, there is no way to hide any thoughts.

The morning came to an end in silence.

After the dispersal of the court, several humerus ministers were left behind.

About an hour and a half later, the ministers left the Yizheng Hall with solemn expressions.

After dealing with the disadvantages that may cause storms in the future, Jun Zhuo drove back to Zhaohe Hall.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the round table was full of delicious food, and the little girl who was thinking about it was propping her elbows, staring at the food in a daze.

The little eunuch closed the palace door with a wink.

Feeling his presence, the little girl stood up awkwardly, looking at him with nervousness and flattery.

"grown ups……"

Jun Zhuo's heart was slightly blocked, he glanced down at the dishes on the table, and said calmly: "You don't have to do this."

The little girl was taken aback for a moment, then blinked, her black and white pupils were smudged with a smile.

"I'm idle even if I'm idle, and besides, people from this plane probably wouldn't dare to sit at the same table with me, so Mr. Hardworking will be my guinea pig."

Deceiving.

Jun Zhuo pursed his light-colored lips, and did not expose Xi Ning's flawed lie. He nodded quietly and sat down on the stool.

Xi Ning sat down, excitedly introduced today's nutritious meal to the little lord god, and by the way made insinuations about the little lord god's likes and taboos.

Xiaozhushen's taste is mild, not heavy, and he does not eat spicy, sour and cold irritating food.

After breakfast, Xi Ning used the excuse of helping to approve the memorials, and stayed in the Hall of Zhaohe, gaining a sense of presence.

Only this time, after learning the lesson from last night, Xi Ning returned to Fengyi Hall in a hurry after lunch and dinner in Zhaohe Hall.

After working so hard for a month to gain daily favors, Xi Ning waited until the folk lantern festival.

According to her experience of reading books, men and women in ancient times would be able to warm up their feelings at the lantern festival.

With the mentality of making her relationship with the little lord god more familiar, Xi Ning sneaked through the window and entered the Hall of Zhaohe at nightfall.

She touched the side of the bed with ease, and under the bright moonlight, through the veil, said softly: "My lord..."

The veil was raised, and the little Lord God, who was as cold as snow, raised his eyelids and looked over casually.

Xi Ning's breathing was stagnant, and the little Lord God who had just woken up showed a kind of sultry and invisible laziness in every gesture, and the extremely strong coercion faded a bit, and the night softened the extremely superior jawline of the young man.

Xi Ning, who has not seen the little Lord God up and down for a month, is no longer a very shy boy. At this moment, the temptation of the Little Lord God to her has almost doubled by ten times.

Xi Ning, who was fascinated by sex, swallowed with difficulty, looked away in a panic, stabilized his violently fluctuating mind, and invited in his usual cheerful tone: "My lord, there is a lantern festival in Kyoto today. You came late and missed the Lantern Festival, so I just made up for it today, my lord, do you want to go see it?"

Jun Zhuo stared at her silently for a few seconds, and under the girl's increasingly uncomfortable movements, said a little stiffly: "Turn your back, I'll change your clothes."

Xi Ning hurried to the window and stood there, staring at the cold white moonlight outside the window without looking sideways, his chest heaved slightly, as if he was calming down the dryness that was just stirred up by the little lord god.

She came here to hug her thigh to gain favor, not to make herself sink deeper and deeper...

Xi Ning repeated it in his heart to deepen his sense of faith.

When he repeated it for the third time, Xi Ning's ears moved.

There was a rustling sound behind him.

Clothes slipped to the ground...

His cheeks were as hot as a fire, Xi Ning put his hands on his cheeks, and exhaled several breaths.

Terrible.

In just a few minutes, Xi Ning felt that a long time had passed.

The man was wearing a black shirt, with simple and neat arrow sleeves, and the waistband outlined the young man's thin waist. His black hair was erected with a silver hair crown, and his deep and handsome features were fully revealed. He was indescribably romantic and suave.

Xi Ning looked at the dignified and reserved posture of the little lord god, restrained his alienated expression, and rejected the indifferent aura thousands of miles away, and his thoughts were about to move.

Averting his eyes in a panic, Xi Ning covered his lips and coughed softly, suppressing the unknown restlessness, and jumped onto the window sill first. Just as he was about to flip out, he was pulled by his forearm.

Xi Ning turned her head, and the moonlight reflected her delicate face and thin figure.

Jun Zhuo subconsciously loosened the fingers holding her forearm, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed her sleeve.

"My lord?" Xi Ning raised his eyebrows in doubt, and his eyes fell on his face in confusion.

"Next time you come, don't open the window." The man pursed his thin lips, his cold voice mixed with the coolness of the night wind, gently drifting into her ears.

"But if you don't turn over the window, you will disturb the father-in-law at the door, and you won't be able to get out."

Xi Ning also lowered his voice unconsciously, and explained solemnly.

Jun Zhuo lowered his long and thick eyelashes, his dark pupils were as beautiful as broken stars in the night, and his calm and calm tone remained the same as before.

"If you come in through the window, it's easy to be regarded as an assassin by the hidden guards."

Xi Ning: "..." It seems to be the case.

Just about to agree, Xi Ning shook his head again, and playfully bent his crescent-like eyebrows at the man.

"For an assassin like me, the hidden guard can only catch him with nothing."

The moonlight fell into the man's dark eyes, and the girl's confident and proud smile caused slight waves in the boy's calm mood.

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Xi Ning and Jun Zhuo avoided the patrolling guards in the palace and slipped out of the palace without a sound.

Along the moat, walk all the way to the brightly lit night market.

There are dots of lotus lanterns floating on the moat next to the night market, and the hazy yellow candlelight ignites the quiet and dark night.

There are stalls on both sides of the street in the night market, selling all kinds of ingenious gadgets.

As soon as he entered the night market, Xi Ning clearly felt the gazes from all directions.

She was covered with a veil, and these people naturally saw the little god beside her.

Even though the little Lord God with superior appearance and extraordinary demeanor was wearing a cold air that made people keep away from him, he still attracted everyone's prying eyes.

Heart of beauty in everyone.

Xi Ning can't goug out other people's eyes, that's too domineering, and it may arouse the disgust of the little god.

After all, he is the main god of the future, the main god who loves all living beings.

Glancing out of the corner of the eye, he saw a mask with a blue face and fangs on a side stall.

There were so many people, Xi Ning was afraid of being dispersed by the crowd, so he kept pulling the sleeve of the little god.

Seeing the mask that could solve the predicament at this moment, Xi Ning forgot the idea that the little god might have a cleanliness fetish and couldn't offend him. He grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the mask vendor.

"My lord, which one do you like?"

(End of this chapter)