Cheng Qiangong.
The young man in red, with bare and white feet, sat crookedly on the thick fox fur cushion, holding an empty hip flask in his arms, drunk between his brows and eyes.
Zong Huan didn’t stop him, he just watched quietly beside him. As he was dipped in wine, his red lips became more and more gorgeous.
Su Yang shook the empty pot, burped lightly, and muttered: "Wine...the wine is gone, I still want..."
The jade-white cheek was stained with a layer of crimson. Because he was drunk, he couldn’t stay focus, his divergent eyes shimmering, he looked straight at Zong Huan, and repeated it again: "Zong Huan, I, I still want..."
The emperor who was called by his name wasn't annoyed, but laughed lowly, hugged the little drunk in his arms, and asked, "Why do you want to drink all of a sudden?"
Su Yang leaned weakly on his shoulder, with a dazed expression. Wherever he went, his reaction was much slower.
It took a long time before he said: "Because of you, I'm very happy."
Zong Huan's eyes flashed with dim light, and he didn't answer.
After returning from Fengyi Tower, this little boy hid in the bedroom and drank, where he seemed to be happy, he could justifiably become the Queen of the Jin Dynasty. It can be called the respected status of one person and above 10,000 people. Anyone would be happy, going crazy. Only the boy in front of him wasn't, his eyes were filled with inevitable depression.
He knows the reason, but he is powerless. No one has taught him how to get a person's sincerity. He can only plunder by strong means.
Su Yang rubbed his head against his cheek, and whispered: "Zong, Zong Huan, I'm so happy. I like being your wife and you being my husband. Although you are bad sometimes, but for so long since then, only you are by my side. I really think you are very good..."
Zong Huan took his strands of black hair, kissed his thin lips lightly, and said: "I will naturally be by your side. From now on, I will be by your side every day, even if you want to escape, it's too late."
Su Yang blinked and suddenly laughed. He was already bright in color, and he was even more obsessed when he was drunk. His bright eyes were mellow, and the style of just a slight smile made people difficult to fight.
Zong Huan looked at his brilliant smile, suddenly his heartbeat missed a beat.
Then the little fairy said again: "Then...you have to do what I say."
Zong Huan squeezed his soft face and said, "I always do what you say."
Su Yang hung on him. Muttering "great" in his mouth, he grabbed Zonghuan's shirt with his hands. Those weak hands couldn't help setting fire on Zonghuan's body, causing Zonghuan to be hot all over his body, and he clasped Su Yang's wrist. He said: "If you make trouble again, I won't pity you."
Who knows that this life-death spirit blinked in confusion, and said aggrievedly: "Husband..."
He was flushed and he was wearing luxuriously with the red brocade robe. The two full cherry-red lips glowed with seductive water, calling out to him husband sweetly and glutinously. At this moment, Zong Huan lost his sanity and slammed the person into his arms. The sweet little mouth was closed, he madly swallowed the sweet fluid in his mouth and sucked his tongue, just wishing to chew this little cub and swallow it into his stomach.
His movements are not gentle, but with a certain hungry eagerness. Su Yang closed his eyes and let out a cry, slowly, he climbed onto Zong Huan’s shoulders by drunkenness, only wishing this night to never end.
When he is awake tomorrow, his reason will surpass his feelings, and he does not know what he will do to hurt others and himself by then. He has never been a person with high IQ. His only wish is to protect his lover. Even so, he will do it for him.
Zong Huan kissed the corners of his flushed eyes, took the person to the bed, the red clothes faded away, and in front of him was the beautiful spring scenery that could be seen. Although it was not a newly married event, it was a happy day for the two of them to indulge in wanting.
A mechanical electrical voice was sounded somewhere.
"The host will destroy the task like this. The data must be cleared."
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The next morning.
Zong Huan was eating to the utmost. Although he had imagined countless times in his mind of getting the beauty, this fairy was far beyond his imagination.
He leaned down and kissed Su Yang's round shoulders, where the hickey from yesterday still remained, not only there, but his mark was left on every part of this body. This is his person alone. Only belongs to him.
The sleeping boy's eyelashes trembled, he slowly opened his eyes, and stared at him blankly. It seemed that he didn't know what was going on at this moment.
Zong Huan chuckled and said, "Why, are you tired from last night. Is it?"
He saw this little boy staring at his eyes instantly and was silent for a long while. He crawled out of Zong Huan's arms slowly but very firmly. Before he can reach the end of the bed, Zong Huan held him smoothly. The ankle was pulled back mercilessly, and was once again restrained by a pair of powerful arms.
The quilt that had originally covered the two of them had already fallen.
Su Yang looked at his sturdy body, and then at the traces of his body. He choked silently, and the tears flowed first.
-Was, was he eaten? !
Zong Huan frowned and said, "Are you regretting it?"
Su Yang's mind was blank. He vaguely remembered that he was bound with a strange system. It let himself shuttle to other planes to attack the Son of Destiny. Could it be that the task has already started? But he is not yet mentally prepared. QAQ
Zonghuan sees him not answering, only when he acquiesces, and the full of joy is immediately replaced by hostility.
He rudely picked Su Yang's lower jaw, and kissed him on the lips not so gently, exposing the grim smile, "Then regret all you want. We will not let anyone take you away from us."
He let go, put on his clothes, and strode out of the inner hall.
Su Yang was stunned for a long time, what is this!?
He was clamoring with soreness all over his body, especially in the back, his buttocks. He had to lie down on the bed slowly. The bright yellow pillow was embroidered with a five-claw golden dragon. The man called himself "We" just now. He should be the emperor and he's the favored servant?
Since he's playing the role of a scumbag, the true love of the original owner should be someone else, commonly known as "even if you get my body, you will never get my heart" type, so the emperor would say such a thing. Only one side has feelings. How can the relationship last like that? When that person's feelings become exhausted, the relationship will really end.
He called the system and said : "You should give me some tips."
The system passed the information to him without a second word and soon a light screen appeared in front of Su Yang, showing the situation of the world and the relationship between the characters. There is also Zong Huan's personal information.
He was digesting it when several beautiful maidservants stepped into the temple and brought a set of clean clothes. The girl in the lead was wearing a peach pink tutu. She was very good-looking, steady and powerful, and seemed to be a martial artist.
She bowed and half-ceremoniously said, "Your highness, your majesty was caught up with something. So, ordered you to eat by yourself instead of waiting for him."
What can make the emperor so busy that he didn't come to eat the breakfast? It was clear that it was because of his anger that he didn't come to see him and was making excuses.
Su Yang said weakly: "You tell him for me, if he doesn't come to see me, I won't eat or drink and starve to death, no one will feel distressed."
He was overworked last night, and his face was pale, adding a disguise making people feel very distressed.
The girl nodded gently, and went out without saying anything.
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"If we don't go, he won't be willing to eat?"
Zong Huan's anger hasn't gone away since this morning, and he immediately said angrily: "Then make him stay hungry, no one is allowed to give him anything. We will see how true his words will be! "
A Hong lowered her eyebrows, and didn't answer.
Zong Huan gritted his teeth with hatred, but couldn't say a more severe punishment. He picked up the memorial in his hand and threw it on the face of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, yelling: "This little thing can't be done well, the court raises your group of wine bags and rice bags. What's the use? I'll close the case for you in three days. If you can't handle it well, don't ask for this black hat on your head!"
He rarely gets so angry, even when he is really upset, he doesn't lash out that much. At this moment, he yelled at the courtier like this, obviously he was really angry.
After driving away a group of ministers who were discussing matters, Zong Huan smashed a set of rare royal antiques. Finally, he strode towards Chengqian Palace.
"How is he?" After all, he was still worried.
A Hong said: "Return to your Majesty, the adult's have suffered from frailty from time to time. During the three years in the Qianqiu Palace, they suffered serious losses. It is not good to bear too much grace. I hope that your majesty restrains."
Zong Huan had a plan. After a while, he sneered and said: "Serving by his side for too long, your courage has grown. We afraid you have forgotten who your master is."
A Hong said quickly: "This servant dare not."
Everyone who were singled out can be bewitched by him. How can it be said that this Tong Jiabao is not a monster and evildoer?
Zong Huan's face was gloomy, and when he thought of that pup's panic this morning, it was as if his heart had been punched again.
Seeing Chengqian Palace, he was still uneasy in his chest. Who knew that when he entered into the palac, the person has thrown themselves into his arms. The spirit that made him angry is now lying in his arms obediently, with his head up. Looking at him, there was a pure smile on his face: "I know you worry about me."
Zong Huan's anger was dissipated a lot by this smile, but he still sternly didn't speak.
The fairy started talking. Holding his sleeves, he asked: "Are you angry with me?"
Zong Huan said coldly: "Why should us be angry?!"
He intended to be arrogant, who knows that this little thing will be dropped when he sees the slope, and he immediately smiled.
"I also don't think you should be angry. I was not angry at what you did to me last night. I had a terrible backache, and later on you didn't coax me, you get angry at me. If you don't come to see me, I will be angry again. It's not like you're happy like that."
He said bluntly.
Zong Huan was angry and laughed at him. He squeezed the soft flesh on the little thing's waist, causing his body to tremble slightly.
He squinted his narrow eyes and said, "So, it's me who makes unreasonable troubles?"
Su Yang didn't say yes or no, but whispered: "I'm not a careful person. It's okay for you."
He raised his neck, and his slender neck was printed with a few extravagant red marks. With this innocent and childish face, how could it make people feel reluctant.
Zong Huan stretched out his hand to caress the gently sliding Adam's apple, and said, "I can't tell you about you, so I can only be led by your nose."
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Note: I think, the system has cleared Su Yang's memories of Ml. (-_-)
fu*k you, system. ಠ益ಠ