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In a blink of an eye, it has been half a month since Mo You came back. Ever since the confrontation with Feng Xiaoran when he just woke up, he has been ignoring him. However, if the two of them get along in private, he will definitely think of thousands of tricks to humiliate him, whoever called him so cheap, and ruined his lifelong happiness.

It's just that it's just a small torture to torture him, and it doesn't make him lose arms or legs, it's cheap enough for him!

Mo You tilted her head and looked at the window pretending not to care. The man was sitting by the window, staring at a tree of red flowers blooming outside the window in a daze.

What is he thinking?He forcefully raped him three times last night, without any foreplay, and without any tenderness, he just relied on the most primitive impulse of a man to penetrate the body of the man below him time and time again, and gnaw on him maliciously Biting and tearing, the original white and delicate body was messed up.

It has been like this every night since he recovered.

At the beginning, that person was still angry and resisted, but gradually he began to understand that the more he resisted, the more he would arouse his anger and make him torture him even more crazily, so he stopped resisting and turned into a silent man with his face shut and his mouth pursed. Bear it, facing his physical destruction and verbal humiliation like a dead body, without any response.

But even so, in the face of his demands every night, he never refused.

Every afternoon, he would send someone to notify Lin Dong, respectfully invite His Majesty to come to Fengyi Palace tonight, and he never missed the appointment.He came every night as promised, and every time he came to him with a little humble and even flattering heart, but left silently in the early morning with messy scars all over his body.

He was even dozed off when he left, let alone greeted him.He didn't have any objections, he always sat on the head of the bed and watched his sleeping face quietly, and then he put on his clothes before asking people to come in.

Yes, he is an emperor after all, so how can people see the mottled bruises all over his body?Let people know that he is a bitch who only lies under men and gets stabbed?

Every time he squinted and watched him endure the pain in his lower body and struggle to put on and tidy up, he felt very enjoyable and comfortable in his heart, and this was the only way to fix him!Slutty, since he is willing to come, the queen doesn't mind letting him have a good time.

To be honest, this bitch's body is quite flattering, well-proportioned but not plump and soft like a woman, but tall and lean like a man, the skin on her body is smooth and firm, so he can't help touching her Touching and touching, and there...there is also very tight and warm, always giving him an involuntary illusion of happiness.

"Father, my son has finished writing, please look over it."

Huan'er's tender and crisp voice interrupted Mo You's imagination, and he realized that he was a little greedy for that person's body, and he remembered it in broad daylight.

How can it be?This kind of slut whipped him hundreds of times and it was hard to solve the hatred in his heart. How could he like him?Could it be that he was locked up in the palace and turned off the fire recently, and he is the only one who can let him vent? Naturally, there is a little illusion.

Seeing that his son was only two and a half years old but looked like an adult, Mo You was quite relieved.He must educate the children well, not to be as inhuman as their father.

Education starts from the baby.

"Huan'er's writing is very good. These words are all written correctly. I will stop here today. You can go and play with your younger brothers. The queen father and your father have something to say."

Smiling and stroking his son's soft hair, Mo You pretended to casually glance at the man by the window.

From the moment he came in, he has always looked so lifeless, who is he pretending to be dead for?It looks like he has been abused, so he should comfort and comfort him...

The little devil in his heart grew recklessly, and his eyes stayed on the faint red mark on the man's neck, and Mo You suddenly felt parched.

Hearing that he said that he had something to say to him, the man's shoulders shrank slightly, but he still didn't respond.

The current him can still have something to say to him, but it's just another insult...

The madness of last night was vivid in his memory, and Mo You's mercilessness caused him to bleed a lot, and now sitting on the thick cushion feels a bit like sitting on pins and needles.But he couldn't stand, because his back was so sore that he couldn't stand for a while. He was afraid of being exposed in front of the children, so he had to choose a place farthest away from them and sit down, using silence to cover up the scars in his heart.

Suddenly remembered what Liu Mingyuan said not long ago.

"Your Majesty, there may be no solution to the Heart-Binding Curse. It can make His Highness forget that he once loved you, but it cannot prevent him from falling in love with you again. As long as the heart is still there, there must be no unparalleled path."

Will he still fall in love with me?I'm afraid it's not enough for him to hate me and despise me...

Feng Xiaoran couldn't help laughing at himself, but it was this wry smile that fell into Mo You's eyes and turned into ignoring and mocking him, and he couldn't help but get even more angry.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to have a seizure, a small body suddenly climbed onto his knees, and his son hugged his neck affectionately and said sweetly and softly:

"Father, my son is learning the piano today. The Taifu taught me so deeply that I can't understand. Can I let my father accompany my son? My father is so good at playing the piano, but I just don't want to hand it over to my son. The minister said to intercede!"

"Oh? Huan'er likes to play the piano?"

Looking at his lovely son, Mo You couldn't help but feel better again. Seeing his innocent appearance and being extremely close and dependent on him, he felt happier, so he turned his head and said to Feng Xiaoran:

"The prince is eager to learn, and please His Majesty."

Looking at Huan'er's earnest little face while speaking, he couldn't help but smile a little at Feng Xiaoran.

"it is good."

Feng Xiaoran replied lightly, without looking at him, just opened his arms to his son with a smile, and Huan'er jumped forward with a smile and jumped into his arms, acting like a baby.

Mo You looked at Feng Xiaoran's gentle gaze on Huan'er, and felt uncomfortable for no reason.Why does he always look at me coldly, never before?Don't you love me very much?why is that……

Because his son was going to attend class next, Mo You didn't stay here for long, and went back to Fengyi Palace alone with a few young eunuchs.

Seeing him walking away, Feng Xiaoran pampered his son's little nose.

"You are the only one who knows how to play tricks. When did the Taifu know how to play the piano, and what did he teach you? Tell me, did you make a mistake and was afraid that the Taifu would scold you, so you dragged your father to stand in your way?"

"Father!"

Who knows it's okay if you don't ask, but when you ask, it's like poking a hornet's nest, Huan'er's small face immediately wrinkled, her small mouth shrunk, her big watery eyes were full of tears, and she hugged Feng Xiaoran's neck and began to sob , and the louder the crying, the sadder the crying.

Feng Xiaoran was confused by him, but felt sorry for his son, so he patted his back lightly.

"Huan'er is good, Huan'er doesn't cry. Say, whoever bullied Huan'er, father will vent your anger on you."

"Father, where is You'er? Huan'er and younger brother miss him so much, miss him so much, woo woo woo..."

"What? Silly boy, didn't your father just leave?"

"No, he's not You'er, he's the queen father."

Feng Xiaoran looked at his son's tear-stained face in astonishment. The child who is less than three years old may not be able to explain why the father and You'er look exactly the same, but they can feel it with the child's innate intuition. , Now this is not the previous Moyou.

It turned out that since Mo You woke up, it was not only him who noticed his strangeness, but also these two children who had begun to understand things.

Ever since he used an excuse to scold Feng Xiaoran for his inability to teach his son because they called him "Sorrow'er", and since he always resisted and humiliated him intentionally or unintentionally, they have become well-behaved and obedient, respecting his father, and treating him both Intimacy and politeness made him very happy. It turned out that...they wanted to protect him.

"Father, no one bullies Huan'er, and Huan'er won't let others bully Father. Don't worry, Father, Huan'er will protect you and won't let Queen Father bully you!"

Hearing his son's childish answer, Feng Xiaoran couldn't help being dumbfounded.

So it turns out that even such a young child can see that he is sparing no effort to torture him, but at such a young age, he can act coquettishly and lie to an annoying person to protect him, it's really amazing...

While being moved by Yu Huan'er's cuteness, but also feeling sorry for him for being so precocious and sensible, Feng Xiaoran hurriedly hugged him and sat on her lap to explain insincerely.

"Huan'er is good, no one bullies the father, and neither does your father..."

"Whoever said it, there is it, that is, he bullied the father, he is a big villain! Father, did he take You'er away? When will You'er come back?"

"Hey, he will come back soon, let us work together to hope for him back."

In the past half a month, he hardly dared to recall, because as long as he remembered the past, every bit of it was Mo You's kindness to him, his frankness, his thoughtfulness, and his deep affection, hitting him bit by bit Already on the verge of a broken heart.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, he was deeply afraid of dreaming about the past again, and he was also deeply afraid of being awakened by his brutal abuse in a sweet dream, falling from the clouds into hell, that's all.

After spending a lot of effort to appease his son, and personally taught him into the hands of the Taifu, Feng Xiaoran went back to Feilong Palace in peace.For some reason, it was already lunch time, he was sore all over, how could he have any appetite, he just wanted to go back and lie down, otherwise how would he face the stormy night?

He had naturally seen Mo You's lustful eyes just now. Although he hated him, his body didn't seem to hate him.Could it be understood that although his heart was bewitched by the Heart-Binding Curse, his body still had good memories belonging to them?

You'er, how can I make you fall in love again?