The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

5.3

    ——Auspiciousness descends from the sky, dragon and phoenix come to the world.

    However, in just half an hour, this news has been spread around the imperial palace. The son in the Qianqiu Hall of the Holy Admiral took him back to Chengqian Palace. It is said that he hugged the dragon's nun himself. The phoenix position which has been suspended for several years has fallen.

    Although in Li Nan, it's indeed a bit shocking, the previous dynasty is not without precedent, not to mention that God has given instructions, who can say what, who dares to say what.

    Zong Huan looked at the little guy in front of him, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, not to mention whether he was a real dragon, this Tong Jiabao was a phoenix, he was clearly an unfamiliar canary, no matter how long he was raised, no matter how fine the food is, and no matter how meticulously he takes care of him, he still wants to fly to others and peck him before leaving.

    It’s just that everything that happened today cannot be explained by the word "coincidence". The sudden fire, the pouring rain from the sky, and the unpredictable blue-violet thunder and lightning. If it were really a "coincidence," it would have been too much of blessing on Tong Jiabao.

    But if it was a conspiracy, no one in the world could do this, even if he wanted to break his head, he would never think that the so-called miracle was just a gift from Su Yang's face and the system.

    He was thinking about it, but he heard Su Yang hiss softly, and the white and tender face showed a bitter expression, and said to the doctor: "You should act lightly. My leg is made of meat, not a wooden stake. Do it properly!"

    Zong Huan was a little distressed, and he immediately glared at the doctor.

    The doctor Li was terrified, and he didn't know what to do. His strength was actually just right, but the boy's skin was too tender and delicate. It was originally just a simple skin wound. When he came to him, it was bruises and bloodstains which looked extremely tragic, and a little massage made the pain unbearable. He had to sigh in his heart that some people are born with delicate fate and deserve to be favored by others.

    He has not finished feeling when Zong Huan was already unable to control himself. The hand on Su Yang's leg made him feel extremely unsightly, he immediately command the imperial lee and said: "You withdraw, I'll do it."

   After wiping the sweat,  Imperial lee hurriedly handed in the Jinchuang medicine and backed away.

    Su Yang saw Zong Huan walking towards him and bit his head and said: "Master, it's okay. I will do it myself..."

    Zong Huan hooked his lips, sat down directly in front of him, and asked: "Now you know I'm the master, Didn’t you yell at me and say you hate it?"

    Su Yang: "..."

    He felt very uncomfortable when he had been castrated before. Now he knows that things are still there, although he is inhumane, he looks decent in appearance. I felt a lot of comfort, and I didn't lose my sanity as before.

    Seeing that his eyelashes were drooping and not speaking, Zong Huan dragged this obedient little thing onto his lap to sit, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and a stream of light leaked from his eyes, which was extremely moving.    

There is obvious baby fat on the cheeks of this little cub, which is actually very light. The whole person does not hold much weight on his legs. The waist is even more slender. He has not been held before, so there is no comparison, but Zong Huan can guess that when Su Yang was in Qianqiu Palace, he must have suffered a lot in the past three years.    

Suddenly, there was a trace of pain in the bottom of his heart, which made Zong Huan suddenly fall behind. He sprinkled the Jinchuang medicine on Su Yang's wound, and felt the muscles under his palm twitch slightly, so he held the white calf and slowly input internal force to relieve the pain. 

   Zong Huan's palm was warm and generous, as if it contained endless power. At this moment, he added a little caution in his actions, unlike the dignified monarch of a country, but like an ordinary man who pleases his lover. 

   The pain in his legs gradually dissipated.

Su Yang peeped at him with his eyes. Zong Huan is naturally handsome. Unlike Mo Yan's delicate features, he is more of a mature charm, like a polished jade which make people feel that they can be depended on, but... Silly Qiongqi suddenly turned into a black-bellied uncle.

Su Yang only felt it's like a dream.    

Zong Huan didn't know the entanglement in his heart. He held his white ankle to himself, and said lightly: "Qianqiu Palace is ruined."    

Su Yang whispered "Yeah" and moved his feet uncomfortably.    

Zong Huan squinted his eyes, his words sharpened suddenly, and he asked, "Do you want to stay with me?"

    Naturally, Su Yang looked at him expectantly, hope and anxiety gleamed in his black and grape-like eyes, and he asked in a low voice: "Yes, can I?"

He looked like a pitiful pup. Asking others politely if he can take this bone away, because Zonghuan's heart is hard and he can reject at this time.

    He was silent for a while, and then said dryly: "Okay."

As soon as the voice fell, the poor little puppy had already started to laugh, muttering "I know you can't let me go", and restlessly went in his arms. The emperor's heart was ichied by the drowsiness.

    Zong Huan raised his hand and patted his soft buttocks, and reprimanded, "Give me some peace, or I will throw you to the coat bureau tomorrow and let you wash your clothes day and night."

    The clothing bureau is a place for the ladies and eunuchs to wash their clothes. It is a hundred times more miserable than the cold palace. The old people in the palace often say that it is possible to turn over after entering the cold palace, but if you enter the clothing bureau, you will never have it in your life to come out of it.

    "I won't go to the clothing bureau, I don't know how to wash clothes..." Su Yang grabbed his chest and said confidently: "You are not willing to send me, I know!"

    Zong Huan glanced at him and said coldly. "Who said I'm reluctant? I would like your little spy to suffer more and give a long lesson."

    Su Yang: "..."

    Seeing that Su Yang was stunned, Zong Huan couldn't hold back his face and  laughed.

    It was a smile that was completely different from the memory of the original owner. The indifferent aura could hardly conceal the gentle look. No matter how many times in the reincarnation, no matter whether he has a memory or not, this person still treats him subconsciously, even if reason tells him this is wrong, but he still do it.

    Su Yang stared at his smile, leaning forward like a ghost, and gave a kiss to the corner of his mouth.