The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 397

"..."

The rest of Long Jue's unfinished words were all blocked back.

This is definitely the most rigid eunuch His Royal Highness Yong has ever seen!

Ning Jiuque stretched out a hand that was more translucent and flawless than white jade, casually made an invitation gesture, and said in a drawn out tone, "Please, King Yong."

Long Jue had no choice but to grit his teeth and said, "Feng Jin, come down and walk by yourself."

In front is the Imperial Study Room, so he can't just hold Feng Jin, who is disheveled... no, it should be said that she is naked and only wearing a robe, and goes to the father.

Otherwise, the royal father would definitely be displeased, and he would lose the opportunity in the battle for the heir apparent.

Feng Jin also knew about it, and without Long Jue's explanation, she came down very obediently.

That white foot stepped on the ground, tightening the dark black robe that Long Jue draped over his shoulders, covering the important parts of his body, silently following behind, step by step into an unknown destiny...

"Your Majesty, Young Master Feng Jin has arrived."

When he walked to the imperial study room, the soles of Feng Jin's feet had already been rubbed bloody by the rough ground, but this time he, who was delicate and fleshy, didn't cry out for pain, and knelt down with Long Jue.

"My son sees my father."

"Feng Jin sees the emperor."

The emperor was furious, and threw the teacup in his hand towards Long Jue heavily: "Nizi, look at the good things the people in your house have done!"

The teacup smashed over Long Jue's head, and fell heavily on the cool obsidian-like ground.

"啪啦——" with a sound, it fell apart.

"My lord..." Feng Jin was worried, and immediately exclaimed, she turned her head to look, only to see a streak of thick blood slowly slipping from her jet-black hair onto Long Jue's forehead.

Long Jue didn't change his face, his expression was still cold and indifferent, and he didn't see the slightest pain.

However, the "Prince" made the emperor notice Feng Jin.

It's not that the emperor has never seen him.

After all, Feng Jin is Long Jue's favorite minister, and occasionally he will take people by his side to serve him when he attends palace banquets.

The young man dressed in red is as intense and bright as fire, and coupled with the stunning appearance of a man and a woman, it is difficult for people not to notice.

It's just that Feng Jin is not as soft and charming as Cheng Huan on the bed in front of people, and she still has a bit of masculinity after pretending, and the emperor never thought about it before.

However, thinking of the rumors that reached his ears this morning...

His fourth son likes masculinity, and has the habit of breaking his sleeves and dividing peaches. The counselor Feng Jin in Prince Yong's mansion is actually his male favourite...

In this way, when the emperor looked at Feng Jin again, the light in those slightly cloudy eyes became a little strange.

The boy knelt there.

A head of radiant blue hair draped over her shoulders, and she was only covered with a loose robe. The exposed wrists and ankles were extremely slender.

The skin that was as crystal clear as snow was set off by the dark black robe, making it even whiter.

The posture of kneeling, let people see the round buttocks under the wide robe, which faintly reveals a bit of enchanting flavor.

In particular, I don't know when the young man had a good time with his fourth son. On the neck that could not be covered by the robe, there were still ambiguous traces of bruising that had not completely faded away.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of meaning suddenly appeared on his lips.

Feng Jin only cared about the injury on Long Jue's forehead, and didn't realize that she was being scrutinized from head to toe by the emperor.

However, Long Jue noticed the look in the emperor's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

Secretly feel bad...

　Chapter 4.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)