Outside the window, insects chirped in the imperial garden, and the agarwood in the palace burned to the end and turned into ashes. King Zhou closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the music of the night, or as if he had fallen asleep. His body was naked, and the man's skin was slightly dark.

It was smeared with suet oil and looked like a very beautiful carved image.

Haoran didn't dare to think about it. His movements were jerky. He pressed along the Emperor's lower abdomen and touched his thighs. He pressed his right hand on his Dantian. When he was about to circulate his true energy, King Zhou slowly stretched out his hand and covered it on the back of Haoran's hand.

The body hair pushed down the Dantian, allowing Haoran to hold it.

Haoran's hands were full of oil and he didn't know how to do it, so he could only rub it with his palms repeatedly. King Zhou breathed heavily, and after a while he breathed. Haoran's face turned red, he took a silk handkerchief and wiped the oily hands on his hands, and then helped the emperor wipe them clean.

, pulled the thin quilt over King Zhou, walked outside the sleeping hall, and sat down on the steps.

King Zhou closed his eyes and said, "Come here and sleep."

Haoran didn't look back. He remembered his appointment with Daji at three o'clock tonight and replied: "I don't dare." Still uneasy, he saw the sky was dark, the moon and stars were dim, the mountains were sneaking, and the insects in the imperial garden had stopped.

The sound sounded like rain clouds rolling in from the distance, and bursts of thunder.

King Zhou didn't care about Haoran's rudeness and asked, "Do you know why I want to teach you martial arts?"

Without waiting for Haoran's reply, King Zhou added: "You are one of Gu's people. If there are assassins, and Gu is the emperor, you can't do it yourself, so I will have to use your disciple to deal with it."

Before he finished speaking, Haoran smiled and said: "How can there be so many assassins in the world? I still have to guard the king every step of the way. I receive a salary and do the work of four people. I am both a companion and a secretary;

To be a bodyguard, and to be a concubine..." He suddenly realized that he had lost his words, and quickly cut off his words without saying a word. These words were extremely presumptuous, but Haoran felt that he and King Zhou were not like monarchs and ministers, but more like close friends. He knew what he was doing.

It is said that the emperor will not care about it.

Sure enough, King Zhou also laughed. After all, he felt a little awkward about having sex with a man, so he stopped mentioning it. However, after a while, he couldn't help but sigh: "I, Shang Tang, have never had a male concubine."

As soon as he said this, Haoran choked and fell down. He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "I just made a mistake. Your Majesty, please don't worry about it."

King Zhou's voice gradually became softer and he said: "Since we are close people, you don't have to worry about these things..." After a while, his breathing stabilized and he thought he fell asleep.

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning, and Haoran heard from a palace steward. He gave a few instructions, and then walked towards the depths of the imperial garden. The rain had not yet fallen, and a sultry heat was pressing everywhere, making people feel depressed, but Haoran seemed to have glimpsed

A new world, filled with indescribable joy in my heart. I was thinking about telling Su Daji about King Wucheng's clearing of Xuanyuan Tomb, and asking him to return home and take his whole family to avoid the disaster. Nothing was formed yet, and the important ministers were not expelled.

Queen Jiang is still alive and it is not too late to regret.

After walking along the path to the rockery, there was a person standing in the darkness in the distance. Haoran stopped and could vaguely tell that the figure was not that of Daji.

"Are you having fun being molested by the Master of Tongtian today, brother?" It was a man's voice!

Haoran calmed down and said coldly: "Who are you? Where is the fox demon?"

The man turned around, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Haoran saw his face clearly. The man was only as tall as Jiang Shang, about six feet tall. He wore a strange pointed hat on his head, and a pair of cat eyes in the darkness.

Yingying turned green, and in her hand she held an inch-long bone awl.

The man asked: "You forgot me so quickly?" The voice was vaguely familiar, and Haoran suddenly realized that the coughing voice during the day was none other than Shen Gongbao!
Chapter completed!