“……”

The rest of Long Jue's unfinished words were all blocked.

This is definitely the most rigid eunuch His Royal Highness Yongwang has ever seen!

Ning Jiuque stretched out a hand that was more clear and flawless than white jade, casually made an inviting gesture, and said in a lengthened tone, "Please, King Yong." ”

Long Jue had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "Feng Jin, you come down and go by yourself." ”

In front of him was the imperial study, and he couldn't just hold his clothes untidy...... No, it should be said that Feng Jin, who was not clothed and only wore a robe, went to his father.

Otherwise, it will definitely make the father and emperor unhappy and lose the opportunity in the battle for succession.

Feng Jin also knew, and he didn't need to explain much to Long, so he came down very obediently.

The white feet stepped on the ground, tightened the dark ink-colored robe that Long Jue had draped over his shoulders, covered the key parts of his body, and silently followed behind, step by step into the unknown fate......

"Your Majesty, Prince Fengjin has arrived."

When he walked to the imperial study, the soles of Feng Jin's feet had already been rubbed by the rough ground, but he didn't cry out for pain this time, and knelt down with Long Jue.

"Son-in-law, see father."

"Feng Jin see the emperor."

The emperor was furious, and threw the teacup in his hand at Long Jue heavily: "Rebel, look at the good deeds done by the people in your house!" ”

The teacup smashed over Long Jue's head, and then fell heavily on the obsidian-like cool ground.

"Snap-" and it fell apart.

"Lord Wang......" Feng Jin was worried, and immediately turned his head to look in surprise, only to see a thick stream of blood slowly sliding from the black black hair onto Long Jue's forehead.

The dragon's face did not change, his expression was still cold and indifferent, and he did not see the slightest pain.

However, this 'prince' made the emperor pay attention to Fengjin.

It's not that the emperor hasn't seen him.

After all, Feng Jin is the favored minister of Long Jue, and occasionally when he participates in palace banquets, he will take people with him to serve.

A young man dressed in red, who is like a fire, is bright and bright, coupled with the stunning face of a boy and a girl, it is difficult for people not to notice it.

It's just that Feng Jin is not as charming and soft as Cheng Huan in front of people in bed, and he still has a bit of manliness in the end, and he never let the emperor think much about it before.

However, thinking of the rumors that reached his ears this morning......

His fourth son likes male style and has a habit of breaking sleeves and splitting peaches, and the strategist Feng Jin Gongzi in King Yong's mansion is actually his male favorite......

In this way, when the emperor looked at Feng Jin again, the light in those slightly cloudy eyes was a little wrong.

The boy knelt there.

A dazzling green silk was draped over his shoulders, and only a wide robe was draped over his body, and his exposed wrists and ankles were all unbreakable and slender.

The skin as crystal as snow was reflected in the dark and inky robe, and the snow became more and more white.

The kneeling posture makes people see that under the wide robe, the round and straight buttocks vaguely reveal a bit of bewitching taste.

Especially I don't know when the young man was happy with his fourth son, there are still ambiguous traces of bruises and purples on the neck that the robe can't cover.

The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of meaning suddenly appeared on his lips.

Feng Jin only cared about the injury on Long Jue's forehead, and never realized that he was being looked at by the emperor from head to toe with his eyes.

However, Long Jue noticed the emperor's eyes, and his heart was 'groaning'.

I secretly felt that it was not good......