“…”

All the remaining words Long Jue had not finished saying were blocked back.

This is definitely the toughest eunuch His Highness Yong has ever seen!

Ning Jiuque stretched out a hand that was more transparent and flawless than Baiyu, casually compared to an invitation posture, and lengthened his tone and said, "Please, King Yong."

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

In front of him was the Imperial Study Room, so he could not just hold his clothes in disheveled... No, it should be said that Feng Jin, who was wearing only one robe, went to his father.

Otherwise, the father would definitely be displeased and lose the opportunity in the battle for the throne.

Feng Jin also knew it, and without Long Jue's explanation, he came down very well.

The white feet stepped on the ground, tightening the mysterious ink robe that Long Jue draped on his shoulders, covering the key parts of his body, followed silently, and walked step by step into an unknown fate...

"Your Majesty, Mr. Feng Jin has arrived."

When he walked to the imperial study, Feng Jin's soles had already been grounded with blood from the rough ground, but he was so delicate that he did not cry out for pain this time and knelt down with Long Jue.

"Sons meet with the father."

"Feng Jin meets the emperor."

The emperor was furious and threw the teacup in his hand at Long Jue heavily: "Nizi, look at the good things the people in your house did!"

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

With a "pa" sound, it was split into pieces.

"Prince..." Feng Jin was worried and immediately exclaimed and turned his head to look. He saw a thick stream of blood slowly slid from the black ink hair to Long Jue's forehead.

Long Jue's face remained unchanged, his expression was still cold and there was no pain.

However, this "Prince" made the emperor notice Feng Jin.

It’s not that the emperor has seen him.

After all, Feng Jin is Long Jue's favorite minister, and occasionally he will take people by his side to serve him when attending palace banquets.

The boy in red clothes is as bright as fire, and his stunning appearance as a boy and a girl, it is hard to remember it.

However, Feng Jin is not as charming and soft as she is on the bed, and she is still a bit masculine in her appearance, and she never made the emperor think too much before.

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

His fourth son likes male style and has the habit of splitting his sleeves. The counselor Feng Jin, the counselor in the Yong Palace, is actually his male favorite...

As a result, when the emperor looked at Feng Jin again, something was wrong with the light in his slightly turbid eyes.

The boy knelt there.

A shiny black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she was covered with a wide robe. Her exposed wrists and ankles were all slim and thin.

The crystal clear skin as snowy as white as the black ink robe.

The kneeling posture makes people see the round and perky buttocks under the wide robe, which vaguely reveals a bit of enchanting smell.

Especially I don’t know when the boy would have had a good time with his fourth son, but there were still traces of purple and purple ambiguous traces that were not completely faded on the neck that could not be covered by the robe.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and a meaningful touch suddenly appeared on his lips.

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

However, Long Jue noticed the emperor's eyes and felt a "knock" in his heart.
Chapter completed!