After running away, she was pregnant with His Majesty's cub

Shang Yuan nodded without hesitation.

"So you and King Xian's resignation, and the poem I wrote that night are all showing your favor to me, right?"

Shang Yuan understood that the tyrant had misunderstood.

The poem he read that day turned out to be written by the tyrant, and the tyrant probably misunderstood that he wanted to climb to the top.

Shang Yuan moved the corners of his lips, but did not explain.

The tyrant entrusted him with the detailed work because of a misunderstanding, and it was entirely because he wanted to doze off that he was handed a pillow from the sky.

The young man's hesitant appearance could not be concealed from Huo Rong, and his expression seemed to be going through fire and water.

Huo Rong felt sour in his heart, but he said: "What? I didn't expect these tricks to be seen through?"

"I haven't seen you for a few years. I thought that the noble young master learned some ways to govern the country. I never thought that he would learn a lot of ways to seduce the superior." Huo Rong's tone was full of disdain: "But you really made the right bet. , I am still somewhat interested in your body."

More than a little bit of interest, since that night, I have been thinking about it day and night.

Shang Yuan: "..."

Huo Rong's sarcasm sounded again: "Since I came to Beijing, Mr. Shang has pretended to be unstained and reserved. What's the matter? Can't pretend anymore?"

Huo Rong has been thinking about why Shang Yuan was so decisive in the past five years.

He thought of thousands of excuses in the middle of the night, and calmly denied them the next day.

In the end, there is only one left, for power.

The answer was clear at a glance, but he had been unwilling to believe it.

The young man back then really betrayed him because of his power.

And now...he is the most powerful person in the world.

Shouldn't someone like Shang Yuan embrace his thigh immediately to please him?

But Shang Yuan is still very alienated from him, it seems that even if he wants to deliver news to the prince, he still hesitates to come to him!

Huo Rong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were filled with terrible hostility.

Shang Yuan said with a dry smile: "I really want His Majesty's favor, I can't hide anything from Your Majesty..."

It's better to make mistakes and make mistakes, and first hold the right to investigate the case in your own hands.

"But you didn't show any kindness to me today," Huo Rong narrowed his eyes, and lowered his voice, "Otherwise, you should accompany me to Dongyuan Hot Spring today instead of appearing at the banquet."

Shang Yuan: "..."

to finish.

In this way, the tyrant may indeed hand over the case to him, but from what it means, it is obvious that he wants to "get closer" to him...

Shang Yuan's scalp exploded, but he has already decided to act in this scene, and now he can only cooperate with the tyrant: "It's because I'm stupid, I didn't understand His Majesty's intention..."

But the tyrant picked him up and went straight into the chariot, his eyes dimmed: "It's okay, it's the same to serve A Yuan while I'm still interested."

Shang Yuan who was suddenly embraced by the tyrant: "..."

Calm down...just go to the hot spring and watch the timing to make a good show, coaxing the tyrant to give him the right to investigate the case.

The hot springs in Dongyuan have long been repaired by Duke Wei. The soup pool is steaming hot, surrounded by crimson veils, which is particularly charming.

Four young men and women with stunning looks came out from behind the veil, and saluted Huo Rong Jiaodi, "Welcome Your Majesty."

Huo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became a little cold: "You arranged it?"

Shang Yuan curled up in Huo Rong's arms, noticing that the tyrant's mood had turned cold, he hurriedly shook his head with a guilty face: "No, it's not me..."

Huo Rong looked at the panicked look of the young man, but the corners of his mouth curled up a bit: "It's okay."

He held Shang Yuan's palm slightly, and said with a low smile: "I will not give the favor to others that A Yuan wants."

A hoarse voice slowly lingered in his ears.

Shang Yuan had no reason to think of that night, and his ears turned red shamefully, and his heart beat a lot faster.

Why does His Majesty always pester him?

Could it be that the effect of the medicine that night has not passed, so that the tyrant can't help but indulge?

The heat was pervasive, and someone had already stepped forward to take off the robes for the two of them, leaving only the close-fitting quilts.

Shang Yuan raised his eyes secretly. The man in front of him had been fighting on the battlefield all year round. His body was strong and upright. He still remembered how tight and comfortable Huo Rong's back was covered with muscles that night...

Huo Rong had already dipped into the hot spring pool, and the steam filled the air, which slowed down the aggressiveness of his facial features, and made him more handsome and charming: "Hidden in the corner of the pool alone? Is this the attitude of A Yuan to me?"

He has grasped the young man's Achilles' heel, and he will not give up until he utilizes it to the extreme.

"Maybe it's all my misunderstanding." Huo Rong sighed, and said slowly: "Forget it, I won't bother A Yuan for the details, I'd better leave it to Jin Yiwei..."

With water droplets on her white arms, she hugged him awkwardly.

Huo Rong lowered his head, and the boy's misty eyes showed eagerness: "I want to get close to Your Majesty, it's not your Majesty's misunderstanding..."

"Please ask your Majesty to entrust the minister to investigate the details."

Huo Rong snorted coldly, and raised the corners of his lips: "You want this credit so much?"

Is he so worried about being exposed because he is afraid that he will end him and Huo Congran after he finds out about the assassination?

Could it be that in Shang Yuan's eyes, Huo Congran's safety is so important?

Shang Yuan nodded stiffly: "I want credit, but it's also to... share your majesty's worries."

The young man's underwear was wet by the hot spring water, and it stuck to his small and exquisite shoulders like cicada's wings. Huo Rong chuckled: "That person can't be found."

"This matter mainly depends on your attitude." Huo Rong's voice was persuasive and persuasive: "If you are close to me, this matter... naturally you will settle it as soon as possible."

Huo Rong stroked Shang Yuan's soft lips with his fingers, and hinted playfully: "After all, a small trick can't cause any trouble, what does A Yuan say?"

get it over with...

Shang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Judging from the tone of the tyrant, as long as he is close enough, the tyrant won't hold on to Xi Zuo?

Shang Yuan's heart was pounding, and he was trying to figure out what action would be enough to get close enough for the tyrant to write off the matter...

Huo Rong squinted his eyes comfortably: "It's just that A Yuan's performance is still dissociated..."

"I should really catch that little master and let you learn from him..."

Before he finished speaking, the corners of his lips suddenly touched a soft softness.

The young man blushed, his body with only his underwear clinging close to him, he raised his head and awkwardly kissed the corner of his lips.

A superficial kiss, a kiss without skill, but it makes people's minds sway.

Shang Yuan pressed the tyrant's sharp lips, the man's breath was cold, but he suddenly remembered the heat of that night...

Shang Yuan's phoenix eyes were filled with water, and she took the initiative to speak: "Your Majesty, I really want to get close to Your Majesty, and I also really want to share your worries for His Majesty..."

This closeness probably suits the tyrant's wishes, right?

Huo Rong smiled darkly, pressed the boy heavily on the jade wall of the hot spring, and kissed him deeply.

The madness of that night was engraved into the bone marrow, and the two of them touched lips and teeth, and their breath gradually became hot.

The gentle waves of hot spring water slapped Shang Yuan, but he clearly felt a scorching fire in his chest, burning his whole body with longing.

want to be touched.

Want to have a deeper connection.

The remaining sanity made him struggle slightly: "Your Majesty..."

The two words are mixed with hazy water vapor, dripping and seductive.

Huo Rong rolled on his lips, and he was in his arms for a long time.

"Your Majesty..." Shang Yuan's ears were filled with red steam: "The case..."

It's so shameful, it's over after the kiss, like a dishonest deal in a TV show.

Huo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.

He saw it.

The young man had no intention of seducing him at all, and even at this moment, he was afraid that something secretive would come out.

However, fortunately, the body cannot deceive people...

Huo Rong smiled slightly: "Of course I trust A Yuan, and I will leave it to A Yuan to handle the details."

The big stone in Shang Yuan's heart fell immediately, and he still didn't forget to finish his acting with due diligence: "I am really ecstatic that I can gain His Majesty's trust and share his worries..."

happy?

Huo Rong's eyes were dim, and his eyes fell on the white jade hairpin of the young man. He frowned and reached out to pull it out.

The hair as silky as satin was scattered, covering the round and slender shoulders.

"This hairpin is suitable for you." Huo Rong slowly exerted force, and the hairpin made of soft ivory twisted immediately: "It's just the wrong occasion."

"The hairpin I gave you, you wear it and smile at others."

The twisted ivory hairpin slowly traced the boy's eyebrows and eyes, Huo Rong smiled and said: "Remember, don't take out the things I reward you to harm others."

The hot air in the room condensed into water droplets, which tremblingly slid off the window paper.

Shang Yuan swallowed: "I understand..."

He just doesn't understand why the tyrant has such a strong desire to monopolize him... Could it be that the addiction to the drug has not passed, and the tyrant has taken a fancy to some things in him, so he is hungry?

Huo Rong's voice sounded low through the water mist: "That's good, if you smile at the imperial doctor again, I will order someone to use this hairpin to gouge out his eyes."

The heat of the hot spring rose slowly, but Shang Yuan shivered.

He has read the original book and knows that tyrants always keep their word.

Shang Yuan forced a smile, and wanted to play the role of his close friend: "Since I have Your Majesty, how can others deserve to see my smile..."

Right now, let's turn over the detailed work first, and then think about the way to get out in the future.

He didn't say anything to please people, and he spoke clumsily, but Huo Rong laughed lowly, as if he was really pleased.

Shang Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his body was heavy: "Your Majesty?!"

There was warm white marble behind him, and the tyrant put him on the side of the pool again with a smile on his face.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've gotten better at speaking." The tyrant rubbed his lips fondly, and said slowly, "I want to get closer..."

Looking at the face of the tyrant getting closer and closer.

Shang Yuan was about to speak, but there was a overwhelming feeling of oppression in his stomach.

He immediately turned his back and retched a few times.

The author has something to say:

Fluffy: I can’t continue acting, can I? (stare)

Cub: I'm here and you're not satisfied?