[BL] Forced to Show Affection to the Enemy in Wazong | ✓

Chapter 45

Fifteen minutes later, Yu Baitang, dressed in a vermilion embroidered Xiangyun official uniform, returned to the stage. Looking at his appearance and temperament, he was indeed more consistent with the historical records than Zhang Yishuo. It was as if Xie Sijun had walked across thousands of years in front of everyone. .

The investors who were always paying attention to Zheng Yuanqing's reaction secretly thought that something was wrong. They wanted to find some faults to belittle the other party, but for a while they didn't know where to start, and suddenly broke out in a hot sweat.

He could only watch Zheng Yuanqing carefully examine the tall and tall young man for a long time, nodded with satisfaction, and typed the script casually, "That's it, Xie Sijun is punished. Use the wooden table behind you as a dragon bed. If you are ready, start right away. ."

With his mind racing, Yu Baitang quickly recalled the corresponding plot.

The whole house was silent, and the "audiences" sitting in their seats had different expressions, watching Yu Baitang's every move with bated breath.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Baitang's temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes. His shoulders are slouched, his straight back is slightly bent, his head is bowed, his eyebrows are lowered and his eyes are raised. Every aspect of his expression is meek, "Master, you're awake." ?"

He bent his waist, raised his arms to eye level, and kneeled to bring something to the emperor, "Drink a cup of tea to moisten your throat."

It turned out to be a cup of warm tea.

The emperor took a sip, frowned, and put the cup back on the wooden tray with a clang.

"Slave, will I help you put on your boots?" Xie Sijun was still smiling. Such an expression on his face did not make people feel flattering at all, but made him feel disgusted. That kind of whole-hearted respect and respect was called an emperor. Feeling comfortable both physically and mentally, he temporarily suppressed his raging anger and stretched out one leg lazily.

Xie Sijun picked up the soap boots beside the bed and carefully put them on for him. As soon as he let go, he was caught off guard and kicked out on the shoulder.

"This slave deserves to die!"

Xie Sijun knelt on the ground. The superior said something with a half-smile, and then he defended himself clearly, "That Pei Yu spoke arrogantly and despised the power of God. According to the law, he should be punished with a rod."

"The emperor's majesty cannot be offended, but... But this servant knows that the master is kind and understands that Mr. Pei is old and frail, so he only ordered twenty sticks. He also asked the people below to hire a doctor and carefully send him home to take care of him. How could we know that he suddenly vomited blood in the middle of the night and died suddenly like this."

The power in the eunuch's hands comes from the emperor, so what he says, thinks and thinks naturally must be from the emperor's perspective. He must be clean and tidy, as if he only thought about the emperor from beginning to end, and never had any selfish motives.

The superior snorted coldly, but still decided to punish him a little.

Thunder, rain and dew are all signs of your kindness. Xie Sijun kowtowed again, his voice trembling slightly, "Yes, I thank you for your grace."

After hitting him with a stick, it's time to give him a candied date. The emperor stared at the young eunuch silently, and when he bowed and exited the inner room, he casually gave an instruction.

Xie Sijun was startled, with a look of gratitude on his face, and he hurriedly saluted and thanked him, "Thank you, Master!" The

passionate final voice gradually dissipated in the air, Yu Baitang straightened up and straightened his clothes, regaining his expression that was neither humble nor overbearing, "My performance It's over, thank you all."