After the good boy went crazy

Although in order to increase the difficulty, the headquarters hides the identity of the male protagonist.

But judging from the system's many years of experience binding the host, it feels that there is a 90.00% possibility that the king of the Yong Dynasty, Yan Yan, is the male protagonist himself.

So the system twitched a bit after hearing these words.

You said these days, why does the male lead have trouble with himself every day?

I don't understand.

The system clutching the mango was puzzled.

Here, although Zeng Yan got the answer she wanted, for some reason, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.But looking at the little Khan King dripping with cold sweat, he let go of the phantom sacrifice.

Zeng Yan finished serving the phantom festival briefing.

After the phantom festival was solved, he closed his eyes directly, as if if he didn't look at it, then what happened just now didn't happen.

A hint of amusement flashed in Zeng Yan's eyes.

He was amused by King Khan's reaction.

Although this kind of thing is indeed somewhat filthy, Zeng Yan doesn't feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, he even liked the feeling.

This... the feeling of being in complete control of everything in the phantom festival.

Zen Yan ordered the maid to bring in water to wash her hands.

Huanji heard the sound of water, but he didn't open his eyes.He didn't open his eyes in astonishment until he felt the sound of Zeng Yan returning to the golden cage after cleaning his hands and unlocking the iron chains that locked him.

Zeng Yan had already untied the iron chain.

Then he hugged Huanji, and said to Huanji who opened his eyes: "The blanket inside should be changed, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable to sleep."

The phantom festival is dumb.

Huanji's leg injury is quite serious, and it hurts a little when rubbed, so this posture makes Huanji uncomfortable.

Zeng Yan naturally knew it too.

He didn't mean to make Huan Ji suffer more, he carried Huan Ji directly to the king's couch in his bedroom in three steps at a time, and then put it down slowly.

Even though the movements were light, the phantom still hurt.

His face turned pale.

Huan Ji lay on Zen Yan's king couch, his long black hair fell down, which made Huan Ji look extraordinarily beautiful.

Although it may appear to outsiders that the phantom festival may be very ordinary.

But Zeng Yan is always attracted to him unconsciously.

"Pillow on Gu's lap." Zeng Yan ordered after watching the phantom sacrifice for a while.

The phantom festival was silent.

But Huan Ji chose to compromise in the end, he moved his body in the direction of Zen Yan with difficulty.After finally touching Zeng Yan's body, Huan Ji closed his eyes.

Zeng Yan didn't argue with him.

He stroked his long hair with one hand, and stroked Huan Ji's cheek with the other.

After the meeting, Zeng Yan suddenly said, "Come here."

The waiter outside immediately came in and waited for orders.

"Bring in a basin of hot water."

"No." The waiter quickly retreated.

Hot water came after the meeting.

Zen Yan stopped the maid from waiting for her to wash and wash, but took a hand of hot water to wash Huan Ji's long black hair slowly.

Huan Ji didn't know what he meant at first.

But it may be because the movements are too soft and comfortable, so Huanji is a little drowsy.

Zen Yan has been washing Huan Ji's hair with one hand.

This appearance made the surrounding palace people lower their heads and did not dare to look at it. At the same time, they also understood how much the king valued the King Khan.

Zen Yan dried Huan Ji's hair.

This time, because the movement was a bit big, Genji opened his eyes in a daze.

"Take good care of your wounds." Zeng Yan said in a low voice to Huan Ji.

"……Um."

"After you recover from your injuries, Gu will send you to the Palace of Servants to study for a few days. After you learn how to serve Gu, Gu will call you to bed." Zhuang Yan said while concentrating on the phantom sacrifice.

Huan Ji's expression changed, and any drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

"I won't go." Huan Ji gritted his teeth.

Yan Yan's eyes narrowed dangerously, he grabbed Huan Ji's jaw, stared at his face, and said, "Aren't you going? You don't want to serve Gu? Who do you want to serve? Huh?"

Huan Ji gave Zeng Yan a cold look, then looked away.

His hand was strangled tightly, and blood even flowed from the palm of his hand, which showed the anger and humiliation of Huan Ji.

Seeing this, Zeng Yan's expression turned cold instantly.

The surrounding palace people felt the oppressive atmosphere, and they all fell to their knees on the ground in an instant.

【Host, just tell him that you don't want to go to the servant palace! 】

Huan Ji didn't speak.

He thought that Zeng Yan was deliberately humiliating him, which Huan Ji couldn't bear.

There are some things he can back down, but some things he can't.

He has his own bottom line.

The temperature in Zeng Yan's eyes is getting colder and colder, as if a layer of frost has formed.He pinched Huan Ji's chin and paused, "If you don't go, you have to go."

"you--"

Huan Ji was so angry that his blood was surging, his fingers turned white.

In the end, an uncontrollable mist formed in Huan Ji's eyes.But he held back his decline, just turned his head vigorously, and said in a cold voice: "It's up to you."

Left and right are nothing but death.

Zeng Yan, who has been on the battlefield for a long time and has never seen anyone before, naturally sees the determination in Huan Ji's eyes.

He couldn't figure out why Huan Ji refused to serve him.

Could it be the one named Han Yan?

This caused a terrifying killing intent to flash across Zen Yan's eyes.

"You still think about your former lover, huh?"

Huan Ji was grabbed by Zeng Yan's hair and forced to turn his head.But he didn't have any intention of compromise, he said coldly: "Anyway, I won't go to the servant's palace, I will go by yourself."

"If you don't go, how will you serve Gu?" Zeng Yan said coldly.

This is a process, and only those who enter the servant palace are eligible to serve as servants.

Huan Ji turned his eyes away and did not speak.

"Look at Gu." Zeng Yan ordered.

"Anyway, I'm not going."

Zeng Yan stopped talking.

The maids were all trembling.

It was the first time for them to see someone who contradicted the king so much, and they all felt that Huan Ji was about to disappear.

After a long while, Zeng Yan said, "Why don't you want to?"

【Just say you don't want to go to the servant palace! 】The system said anxiously.

[What's the use of saying it? 】The phantom sacrifice is like ashes.

[Just listen to me! ! 】

Just when Zen Yan gradually lost his patience, Huan Ji finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse: "I... don't want others to touch me."

Zeng Yan didn't expect this to be the reason.

The tyranny and killing intent in his heart dissipated a little, then he frowned and said, "Who made someone touch you?"

"Isn't it just to enter the servant's palace?" Huan Ji laughed at himself.

Zeng Yan frowned more and more tightly.

He doesn't know much about the servant palace, because he has been fighting outside all year round, and he only thinks that the servant palace is a place where the servant learns how to serve the king before going to bed.

Zen Yan pointed to a servant kneeling on the ground, and said, "Come here."

The servant walked over tremblingly.

"What rules does the bishop have in the slave palace?" Zeng Yan asked.

Hearing the words, the servant answered Zeng Yan cautiously. Although the words were tactful, Zeng Yan probably understood something.

Zen Yan looked at Huan Ji again, and said, "Is it just for this reason?"

Phantom Festival did not answer.

Zen Yan tugged at Huan Ji's hair, Huan Ji had no choice but to open his eyes and reply, "Yes."

Zeng Yan's face paled slightly.

He caressed Huan Ji's hair, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't go, don't go."

Huan Ji did not expect Zeng Yan's attitude to change so quickly.

This made Huan Ji a little confused.

But it would be better not to go, Huan Ji heaved a sigh of relief.

"You are lonely, and you will not let anyone touch you, but you have to be obedient to Gu, understand?" Yan Yan said to Huan Ji in his arms.

Huan Ji lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"In the future, Gu will be your husband, you have to learn to serve your husband, understand?" Yan Yan looked at Huan Ji and said.

Huan Ji's eyelashes trembled.

"Do you understand?" Zeng Yan forced Huanji to look at herself.

Huan Ji clenched his fists tightly.

"Say." Zeng Yan continued to stare at Huan Ji.

In the end, Huan Ji closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Understood."

At the same time as these words fell, a tear fell from the end of Huan Ji's eyes.One drop after another, gradually wet the bed, appearing desperate and bitter.

The flame paused slightly.

This appearance of phantom sacrifice made Zen Yan's heart tingle inexplicably.

After a while, he embraced Huan Ji, and Yan Yan gently kissed away the tears from the corners of Huan Ji's eyes, comforting in a low voice: "Okay, don't cry."

The palace people did not know when they all retreated.

Zen Yan comforted Huan Ji for a long time, until the sleepy Huan Ji fell asleep under his pat without knowing it.

When Huanji was asleep, he looked very obedient.

Zen Yan fiddled with Huan Ji's eyelashes, which were clumped into small tufts due to tears.

"Phantom Festival." Zeng Yan repeated in a low voice.

He likes the name.

Every time he read this name, he would have an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Thinking of this, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

This Little Khan can only be his.

It must be his too.

If anyone robs him, he will kill him.