The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

Shen Zhuo hugged left and right, saw Lin Jingyun coming in, smiled at him, raised his chin and said, "Master Xiang is finally willing to come."

The singing girl beside him understood, she held a glass of wine in her hand, and Pingting walked towards Lin Jingyun gracefully.

Lin Jingyun was nauseated by the strong and pungent smell of powder on her body, so she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Shen Zhuo never moved his eyes away from him since he came in, Lin Jingyun only felt like a glow on his back for a moment, he took the wine cup and couldn't shirk it, so he could only say thank you: "Thank you, Your Majesty. "

Shen Zhuo smiled indifferently.

Seeing that he refused to move, the little emperor immediately filled himself another cup.He raised the jade cup from a distance, and smiled at Lin Jingyun from the air: "Master Xiang, drink this glass of wine, firstly to congratulate the Eastern Qi's smooth national fortune, and secondly—"

Shen Zhuo said, his eyes darkened.

He lowered his eyes, sitting far away with an unreal expression, but Lin Jingyun's left chest couldn't help jumping in a panic.

Although Shen Zhuo has a violent temper, he is not such an unreasonable person.Lin Jingyun made every effort to ensure that he sat on the throne, firstly because he felt guilty about him, and secondly because he knew that Shen Zhuo was smart and his ability to govern the country might not be inferior to that of the late emperor.

——It's just that his elder brother was right, the person he worked so hard to protect was a wolf cub who would harm others, and if he wasn't careful, he would eat him up and lose his life.

Shen Zhuo's voice came faintly from in front of him: "Secondly, today is the anniversary of the mother's concubine's death, so naturally my brother should cry for her."

The next moment, Shen Zhuo turned his wrist, and all the wine that was originally contained in the golden bottle fell on the ground. After a short while, a faint scent of wine wafted out of the bedroom, making the whole Cuiwei Palace even more corrupt.

Lin Jingyun stepped on the wine stains under her feet, and slowly raised the golden cup.

Then he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Shen Zhuo looked at him with satisfaction, waved his hands and said, "Give me a seat for Master Xiang."

Lin Jingyun sat down as promised.

The singer and musician began to play again, the little emperor looked at him, he turned his head slightly, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes: "Brother, you see, Qin Yushi has a good eye, the few he chose for me All the beauties are so beautiful."

The last trace of smile in Lin Jingyun's eyes disappeared suddenly, and he said in a cold voice, "Is this the person Qin Yushi found for you?"

Shen Zhuo blinked, not understanding why he said: "Yes. I heard that my brother suddenly punished Qin Bushao for some reason a few days ago. This person was originally promoted by me, and he is still respectful on weekdays, so I thought about it." Perhaps there was some misunderstanding with my brother and I don’t know, so I let him go—"

As the little emperor said, he suddenly stretched out two fingers to grab Lin Jingyun's chin. His hand was so strong that he didn't know how to measure it. Lin Jingyun was made to grunt, and was forced to look up at him .

The distance between the two is extremely close, and the warm breath is sprayed on each other's ears, almost lingering and ambiguous.Lin Jingyun frowned, and raised her hand to shake off the opponent's shackles, but Shen Zhuo grabbed her wrist unexpectedly.

The singing girls and musicians in the hall dispersed like a group of crows at some point, and now only Shen Zhuo and Lin Jingyun were left in the hall, and the sound of rapid breathing was just beside my ears.

Lin Jingyun raised his head slightly, he is now under the control of others, and he looks embarrassed, but he still refuses to bow his head to Shen Zhuo.

The young man in white is like a white crane whose wings have been cut off. Even though his body is mutilated, he still stands upright and refuses to fall down.

Beauty is really suitable for this kind of death.

There is enough time to react, the blood will not burst out suddenly, but will only slip out slowly but more and more violently, like a rose drained of color, it is an extremely beautiful process of destruction.