C2 He's Willing to be Someone Else's Dog

Gong Lingchen stopped in front of the bed and looked down at the beautiful man with messy clothes. His face was so dark that it couldn't be any darker. "It's weathered!"

Although he had just ascended the throne not long ago, He had seen a lot of things like sending a woman to a dragon bed. However, this time, he truly felt that he was burning with rage.

Because the person on the bed was not some brothels, nor was he a male pet that was kept in his room. Instead, he had been dealing with him for a long time a few days ago, and he was preparing to trick Qinyuan Kingdom into returning to his country.

"In order to borrow military strength, you are willing to be someone else's dog. You are really amazing. . . "

Gong Lingchen sneered and was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he leisurely sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the man who was still in a daze. His hand that was holding the folding fan easily turned in a direction.

He lifted his chin and looked at him seriously.

Although they had known each other for many days, they were just perfunctory. Now that they looked at him carefully, this man had a pretty face that could topple cities, especially his clear eyes.

It was like a clear spring in spring, refreshing the heart and mind.

However. . .

"So it's medicine. . . " Gong Lingchen's gaze swept across his abnormally red cheeks. He suddenly felt very good and used a folding fan to pat his face. The corner of his mouth still contained a smile.

However, that action appeared to be rather ruffian and rogue.

At least that was what Yang Xuanyin thought at the moment. He breathed lightly and steadied his mind. He tried hard to control the changes in his emotions before he climbed down the bed with some effort.

It was obviously because of Empress Yang's appointment that he was called over to ask about something. However, the moment he arrived at the Ganqing Palace, he discovered that there was a strong fragrance in the room. In the end, he actually fainted.

When he woke up again, it was the same scene in front of him.

After all, he was in the depths of the Palace. No matter how stupid Yang Xuanyin was, he could guess that something was unusual.

Half a month ago, when the late emperor passed away, Empress Yang actually gave up on her own son and assisted Gong Lingchen, who was born from other concubines, to ascend the throne and treat him as her own.

No matter how one heard it, it was inconceivable.

However, at this moment, Yang Xuanyin really understood these dramatic changes.

Saying that it was a motherly filial piety was nothing more than doing it for the outside world to see. Internal strife was their daily routine, and he just happened to be unlucky this time, and was directly stuck at the muzzle of the gun. . .

"With your current strength, it won't be easy for you to get out. Furthermore, right now. . . I'm afraid you're feeling very uncomfortable, right?"

Seeing that the other party was moving slowly, Gong Lingchen did not step forward to help. Instead, he followed behind him with interest and played with the folding fan in his hand.

It was obvious that he was watching a show.

Yang Xuanyin, on the other hand, could not help but feel nervous. He quickly scanned his surroundings with his strange eyes and finally fixed his gaze on the tea cup on the sandalwood table.

Enduring the uncomfortable and hot feeling in his heart, he sped up his movement.

"You still want to wake up with just this little bit of tea?" Seeing him hug the teacup as if he had found a fine nectar, Gong Lingchen could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth and mock him.

However, in that moment, the other party swiftly smashed the teacup into pieces and. . . Cut open his palm with the force of a bell that couldn't be heard.

. . . "" Leaving him with such a good antidote and not coveting it? He actually used self-harm in exchange for some clarity?

Gong Lingchen had a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know what was causing this. He strode forward and took the fragment from the opponent's hand and threw it far away. He then picked the person up horizontally.

"Emperor?" Yang Xuanyin used the pain to sober up a little. Looking at the black handsome face in front of him, his heart could not help but tremble and he pushed slightly.

"Put me down. . . "