sheep hunt

In the clear sky, Han Ziling left the palace calmly and walked to the gate of the palace. He couldn't help but look back at the red wall and glazed tiles, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

The first emperor died, and the new emperor ascended the throne.

The children he taught by himself have finally grown up.

Some time ago, he personally watched the child enthroned, and his heart was both uneasy and panic.

It may be a matter of family inheritance. He also felt somewhat inexplicable from the bottom of his heart about the child who was the only one who opened his heart to him and was obsessed with him.

Is it love?

He didn't quite understand because no one had ever taught him.

However, this feeling made him feel very painful.

Because Huang Yifan will not belong to him, never will.

Firstly, they are all men, and Huang Yifan is a newly enthroned young emperor, while he is an old man with nothing.

Secondly, he is still not a person of this world. At any time, he may return to his own world---the 21st century. Therefore, he cannot be tempted, nor can he leave any concerns in this world.

In this way, let him become cruel and indifferent.

Twirling the corner of his mouth slightly, Han Ziling's eyes shone with a firm light: Just like this, just stay by his side, protect him, pamper him, and let him not lose his warmth in the supreme position.

His thoughts flew a little farther, and Han Ziling's mood became more open. He turned around, and just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a gorgeous sedan chair coming towards him.

Seeing the sedan chair, Han Ziling's expression of panic, humiliation and resentment immediately flashed across his face, and at the same time, the secret place behind him began to ache faintly.

That bastard!

Han Ziling took a deep breath, pretending he didn't see anything, he lowered his head and quickened his pace, hoping to leave here before the man saw him.

however…

"Uncle."

God didn't seem to want him to get what he wanted, so he came here for whatever he was afraid of.

The curtains of the sedan chair were raised, revealing a face that was breath-takingly beautiful but without any warmth.

The man had blood-red eyes that were about to drip, and a wicked and cruel smile hung on the corners of his well-shaped lips, looking at Han Ziling's blood-colored eyes were full of disdain and ridicule.

Han Ziling took a deep breath, his handsome face was wearing the usual indifferent and gentle smile, but the trembling was unseemly.

"His Royal Highness, please don't call me that minister."

With the arrival of this person, the air was filled with elegant plum fragrance, but the cold fragrance, not only did not make Han Ziling feel pleasant, but made him frown uncontrollably.

This man is the third prince of the Celestial Dynasty, named Huang Feiyan. He is the regent who was canonized in the last emperor's decree, and he is also the greatest opponent and enemy of that person he cares about the most.

Huang Yifan was the most beloved child of the late emperor. It was predictable that he ascended the throne, but no one expected that after the death of the late emperor, he would hand over the only regent who could restrain the emperor and restrain him to the emperor. Huang Feiyan who was against Huang Yifan.

As for Han Ziling, before Huang Yifan ascended the throne, he was an unknown prince and grand tutor, but now, he is the emperor's favorite, an emperor teacher who is under one person and above ten thousand people.

Huang Feiyan has always been at odds with Huang Yifan, the person Huang Yifan cares about most, and even loves, naturally makes Huang Feiyan quite repulsive and disgusted.

Huang Fei's blood-colored eyes glanced casually around Han Ziling's body, he frowned and pursed his lips before a strange color flashed on his face, and said in a subdued voice, "I'm in a good mood today."

Han Ziling's body trembled slightly, and his fists under the sleeves slowly clenched, without even noticing that his neatly trimmed fingertips sank into the palm of his hand.

He raised his eyelids, swept away the previous anxiety, and gave Huang Feiyan a cold and forbearing look, and ignored Huang Feiyan's rudeness, and immediately ignored Huang Feiyan, turned and left.

Huang Feiyan was probably in a good mood as he said, so he rested his chin on his hands and leaned leisurely against the window, his eyes locked on Han Ziling's figure sharply, until Han Ziling's stiff body completely disappeared from his field of vision. Withdrawing his gaze, he said coldly: "Get up the sedan chair and go back to the house."

"Uh."

Xiao Luzi, who followed beside the sedan chair, was stunned:

"But, isn't Your Highness going to discuss with the emperor..."

Huang Feiyan in the sedan chair had a malicious condensed smile on his lips:

"We can discuss it another day. It would be bad if we delay the distinguished guests of the family because of the discussion."

There was an evil brilliance in Huang Fei's eyes, he really wanted to know when Huang Yifan would know that Han Ziling, whom he looked at as heavy as a thousand catties, was actually just a plaything of his...

Of course, he was looking forward to Huang Yifan's expression after knowing this...

It must be very rich and beautiful.

As the sedan chair swayed, the smile on the corner of Huang Feiyan's mouth widened, and he slowly closed those sinful blood-colored eyes.