[BL, MTL] The Villain and I are Best Friends (Quick Wear)

Chapter 55: My Uncle and I are Best Friends (4)

"Presumptuous!" Shaking off the big hand on his shoulder, the young man suddenly slapped the table and stood up, "Zhao Chong! Don't bully others too much!" It was

the first time he saw the other party acting so rudely. , Zhao Chong, who felt strange, pressed his hand down and said, "Keep your voice down, the sound insulation of Tai Chi Hall is not very good." "

Zhao Chong!" He lowered his volume, but the young man's voice could not conceal his excitement, "I respect you anyway. If you call me the emperor's uncle, don't you have any courtesy or shame?"

"There are so many men and women in this world. If the emperor's uncle wants, he can go directly over to me and hold a talent show."

Zhao Chong shook his head in disapproval, and it didn't matter. He smiled and said: "The left and right are just empty names that are not related by blood. Why should An'er care so much?"

He can take it when he wants. How could he, Zhao Chong, worry so much when doing things?

"I'm not forcing you," Zhao Chong gently dusted the young man's wine-stained sleeves, and spoke slowly, "I'm just giving you a choice." "

If you don't want to, just Tonight, the door of Qingyan Palace will be closed tightly at midnight, and I will pretend that this matter has never been mentioned before."

Without staying any longer, the man straightened his clothes and turned around to leave. The young man behind him seemed to have been touched by someone. The anger just now fell into silence.

He knew that the other party could not refuse this condition and left the empty and lonely palace to the young man in the first place. Zhao Chong raised the corners of his lips as he was sure of victory.

In order not to become the eternal sinner who destroyed Ling Dynasty, the young man would bow his head and compromise with him no matter how reluctant he was.

This seemingly generous and absurd proposal actually had only one direction left from the very beginning.

"He must be sick." Looking at a certain figure gradually going away, Ling Shiyi complained unceremoniously in his heart, "It's not like our Lao Yan's character to want beauty rather than power." ]

[Don't want the country? ] With a sneer, Lin Guo sat back on the hard chair, with a well-measured expression of emptiness and confusion on his face, [Given the original owner's character and ability, how big a splash could he make even if the power was really delegated to him? ]

[It's nothing more than giving someone a little sweetness when you're lying to someone. When he gets tired of it, it won't be a matter of minutes to take back his rights. ]

[Sounds like a scumbag,] shook his head and sighed, Zero Eleven still couldn't let go of the gossip he was always focused on, [Will you open the door tonight? Do you want me to get you a prop to give him some color? 】

The sweetness has been too long, and occasionally falling in love and killing each other can be just the thing to relieve the boredom.

[Open, why not open? ] Holding up the wine glass that had been knocked over by his own sleeve, Lin Guo's tone was full of understanding of the plot, [Do you think that under the original owner's character set, we really have a chance to make a choice? ]

Not changing the dynasty is the original owner's only hope now. If not, he would have wiped his neck and gone to hell with his father and brother.

[But why do I think your eyes are a little excited? ] Glancing at Lin Guo suspiciously, Zero Eleven told him responsibly, "Please exercise some restraint. Even if you know that Zhao Chong is still a human being inside his shell, please don't OOC." ]

Since taking on this series of tasks, it has not seen any increase in the points of its host, and is barely able to break even. If it cannot get an S-level evaluation that can double the rewards, Zero Eleven said that it will definitely break even. He hanged himself in front of his host within minutes.

[Please don't question my professionalism.] Looking at the palace maids and eunuchs who bowed their heads and came in to clean up, Lin Guo stood up slowly, holding on to the armrests of the chair. [It's just that I was used to being gentle from previous lives, so I was forced by this overbearing prince. Damn, I really had that little expectation. ]

The palace lights went out, and the young man in rich clothes avoided the dragon and walked alone and silently on the almost deserted palace road.

The sea is clear and the river is clear, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

No one knows what kind of difficult choice His Majesty the Emperor, who seems to be above ten thousand people, is facing at this moment.

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At midnight.

As promised, he arrived at the Qingyan Hall where the young man lived, and found that the hall was pitch dark and no lanterns were lit. Zhao Chong handed the palace lantern in his hand to Xide, then turned his head and looked at Xishun who was on duty tonight: "What's going on?"

"Replying to your Majesty, Your Majesty was very tired today, so he went to bed early after returning from the Tai Chi Hall and taking a bath." Sleeping

? Raising his eyebrows playfully, Zhao Chong waved his hand: "Everyone, please step aside. Apart from Xide and Xishun, there is no need for anyone in the Qingyan Palace to be on duty tonight." "

Yes." Nodding in agreement, the maid in charge bowed cautiously. After that, he took all the night watchers of Qingyan Palace and left together.

The carved palace door seemed to be tightly closed, but in fact it could be pushed open with a little force. Unexpectedly, he found that the palace door was not locked. Zhao Chong signaled Xide and Xishun to stay outside the door, while he stepped in Inside the palace, he closed the latch inside the palace door with his backhand.

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't want his prey to escape successfully out of regret and fear.

As seen outside the door, the light inside the Qingyan Hall was dim, not even a candle was lit. The air was filled with a touch of water vapor and ambergris, as if someone had just taken a bath behind the screen.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight outside the window, Zhao Chong, who had long been accustomed to night vision during the march, deliberately slowed down his steps and walked all the way to the inner room without any bumps.

--Obviously he can be as light and breathless as a cat, but the man still wants to make some pressing noises to scare the young people in the dormitory. The bad character of Zhao Chong can be seen from such trivial things.

The bright moon was bright, and the quilt was gathered into a small ball on the Minghuang Dragon. He walked slowly to the couch and sat down. Zhao Chong casually twisted a few strands of green silk scattered outside the quilt: "Are you awake?"

Wu The man responded, but the man was not annoyed. His big, calloused hands slowly moved downward along the lines outside the quilt. It seemed that he was not used to such close contact. The young man hiding in the quilt restrained himself for a long time, and finally trembled uncontrollably. For a moment.

Chuckling happily, Zhao Chong pulled back the quilt above the young man's head, and at a glance he saw a blush on his cheeks, whether from holding his breath or from embarrassment.

"Aren't you feeling bored, An'er?" He

had no intention of chatting with the man. There was no way to avoid it. The young man simply gave up on himself and rolled out of the quilt, lying on the side of the dragon cave with his eyes closed as if he were on the execution ground.

The young man under the quilt only wore a bright yellow lining exclusive to emperors of all ages. The soft and smooth material was piled up in a mess, which highlighted the other person's exposed skin, which was as fair as snow.

"Come here." Dissatisfied with the young man's perfunctory attitude, Zhao Chong leaned on the bedside and patted the position beside him.

Without moving, the young man seemed to have blocked all signals from the outside world and was completely immersed in his own little world. Suppressing the inexplicable discomfort in his heart, Zhao Chong said in a calm voice: "Remember? I don't want to say the same thing again. once, let alone the third time."

"Now that you have made a decision, Your Majesty should take the path you have chosen."

"If Your Majesty is really unwilling, I will not force you to do anything more," Shen Well versed in the skills of negotiating with others, Zhao Chong stood up and said, "Let's pretend that today's matter has never been mentioned by the king. The night is already dark, so your majesty should rest early." "

...Don't leave."

His sleeves were not mentioned. Pulling gently or not, Zhao Chong's eyes flashed with an unexpected smile, but his face was still that cold and ruthless look of displeasure.

"I do," the fingers pulling on the sleeves slowly tightened. The young man didn't know whether he was trying to appease the man or convince himself, "I do."

No matter how untalented he was, no matter how uninterested he was in fighting for power, as a descendant of the Ling family, he could not let the Ling family's empire be ruined in his own hands.

Seeing the man sitting down again following the strength of his hand, the young man wearing only a shirt stepped forward without any guidance, lowered his eyes and touched the corner of the man's lips like a dragonfly.

Young and stiff, and filled with a reluctance that could not be concealed no matter what, this was not a beautiful kiss, but Zhao Chong loved the contradictory and struggling beauty of the other party.

Realizing that his sleeve was about to be torn off by the nervous young man, Zhao Chong slapped the opponent's fist in a funny way, then opened it and put it on his shoulder.

After rolling over, the tiger finally grabbed the harmless and defenseless throat of its favorite prey. The autumn night breeze blew by at the right time, blowing away all the thought-provoking sounds deep in the dormitory.

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Disturbed by a slight itchiness on his cheek, suffering from back pain and struggling all night, Lin Guo opened his eyes and almost collapsed because of the annoyance of being disturbed from his dream.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Chong said hello naturally. His expression was as calm as if the action of deliberately waking people up had nothing to do with him. "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but thinking about the morning meeting today, I must An'er doesn't want to miss it."

Lin Guo, who was sleepy, tired and still had to act: No, I'm willing to miss it, please let me sleep for a while.

However, complaining is easy, but reality is cruel. Entering drama mode for a second, Lin Guo stood up coldly, not even giving the other party a spare look.

However, his clothes were disheveled, and the collarbone exposed by the loose collar was still covered with red marks. In addition, the thin lip was bitten. Even though Zhao Chong took a breath due to the cold face of the other party, he could not really The ground was angry at the young man.

It was this contrast between the two that made Zhao Chong miss the intimacy and dependence that the young man had inadvertently shown to him last night.

"You cried last night," Zhao Chong raised his hand and pinched the young man's chin. Zhao Chong gently turned the other person's face towards him, "Does being with me make you feel so uncomfortable?" He would not admit that he

touched the young man last night. When tears fell from the corners of his eyes, rather than anger or desire, the first thing that came to his heart was a kind of heartache that he couldn't explain the cause of.

Lin Guo, who deeply felt that one day his chin would be crushed:...Do you believe me if I say I am happy?

Holding back the runaway thoughts in his mind, the young man silently looked away, silently avoiding this question that the two of them knew well.

"I will never be soft-hearted because of other people's tears," Zhao Chong laughed angrily, brushing the young man's charming eyes with his fingers, "Your Majesty looks beautiful when he is crying on his bed. If he didn't mean to seduce, Your Majesty had better shed fewer tears next time."

"Cry less, and you will suffer less."