Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

He lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows seemed to be compassionate, but even more indifferent. Under Yan Ran's angry and confused eyes, his voice was cold, without any ups and downs: "Your Majesty, call out."

Yan Ran: "..."

She was stunned for a moment before realizing what the other party said, and she was extremely ashamed all of a sudden, a beautiful blush spread to that pale and sickly face, adding a stunning color.

"You, you, presumptuous..."

It was supposed to be a menacing sentence, but because his tongue was pressed, it was difficult to say, and there was no threat.

Even a little soft.

Xiao Ci looked at her quietly, her voice unchanged: "Go on."

"You, you, bastard!"

She blushed for a while before thinking of this curse word.

Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, maybe it was the first time he was scolded by someone pointing his nose like this, and felt new.

Xiao Ci withdrew his fingers, and the transparent saliva was like poisoned wine, and also like electrified wires, from his fingertips all the way into his skull.

He rubbed lightly, restrained and lingering.

"Does Your Majesty hate the minister?"

The problem is obvious.

The emperor was extremely resistant and disgusted with his existence, but for some unavoidable reason, he had to be by his side.

very reluctantly.

Yan Ran spat twice, with an angry expression on his face.

She looked directly at the person in front of her.

The man has a pair of good eyes, and the pupils of his eyes are like ink. They are clear and transparent, as if they can see through people's hearts, and they are tolerant towards the world.

He also said: "Your Majesty suffers from a stuttering problem because of the minister?"

Yan Ran retorted: "It's true, it's not, it is!"

There is no momentum at all, like deception.

The man was dressed in snow-white brocade clothes, his brows and eyes were indifferent and compassionate like a god, and his clear and transparent eyes calmly looked at the eyes that were wiping his hands for a long time. The light coming in from the window was soft. His calm, light voice is pleasing to the ear: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I won't do anything to Your Majesty."

After saying this, the man didn't stay any longer.

Today is obviously not the time to give lectures. With the behavior of the little emperor who rejects him so much, I am afraid that he can't listen to a word, so there is no need to do useless work.

The sunrise swayed on the Xishan Liang, then sank, and the few white clouds in the sky scattered and turned into a beautiful sunset.

The golden light penetrated the treetops, dyeing the water surface with carmine.

Xiao Ci left the imperial study, and stopped under the shade of a tree after walking a few steps.

Lowering his head, the two fingers hidden in the sleeves were slightly separated, and the remaining saliva was pulled away.

His expression is still cold and indifferent, but no one knows where he lost his temper.

Without any verbal or physical provocation, he came to lust.

-

The emperor made a fuss about not learning, and it reached the ears of the regent on the first day.

The regent had just finished approving the memorial, rubbing his eyebrows.

There is no other meaning for him to let the emperor know how to read. Although he is a puppet, if he really doesn't even know a few big characters, it would be too ridiculous to say it.

He wants a puppet, not a fool.

Although a fool is better in control, who would let a fool be the emperor?

After the morning court, the regent did not leave, but came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The emperor is making a fuss, and the eunuchs and maids around him are all coaxing around, making a lot of noise.

When the regent arrived, everyone fell silent.

Only Yan Ran's eyes lit up, she ran to the Prince Regent's side and tugged at his sleeve.

Calling: "Brother Xiao Yu."

"Brother Xiao Yu."

Ye Yu told everyone in the hall who was an eyesore to go out, and he sat down, hugging Yan Ran and sitting on his lap.

The man's thighs were strong and powerful, and his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. The two of them looked at each other, their movements very intimate.

The man asked her: "Did you have breakfast?"

"Yes, today's crystal dumplings are delicious, brother Xiaoyu, will you stay and eat together tomorrow?" She was looking forward to it, full of anticipation and joy.

Ye Yu calmly gave a dubious answer: "Let's see when the time comes."

Yan Ran didn't feel lost either, her brows and eyes were still crooked.

Ye Yu seemed to glance at the books thrown on the ground unintentionally, and asked, "Don't you like studying?"

"No……"

Speaking of this, the young emperor had to feel a little guilty.

"Then why don't you learn?"

"..."

Ye Yu looked at her with a cold face: "This is the Taifu specially invited by the minister for His Majesty, is Your Majesty so capricious?"

Yan Ran was a little sad, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Ye Yu suddenly reached out and pinched her earlobe.

The rough fingertips exerted some strength, and pinched the earlobe, which was as thin as white jade, until it was as red as a pomegranate seed.

Yan Ran shivered, shrunk his neck subconsciously, looked at him with light-colored and clean pupils, helpless and bewildered.

She wanted to leave, her eyes were red, as if she had been bullied.

The young emperor is really too tender, just a little bit of strength left traces.

Haven't done anything yet, looks like they're about to cry.

Ye Yu pinched the back of her neck, like pinching a harmless and weak animal, his voice was hoarse, gentle but irresistible: "Speak."

Yan Ran bit her lip, her light-colored lips turned red from being bitten by snow-white teeth, as if masochistic.

Under the control of the young emperor, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice was soft and numb with a cry, "I, I just said that I don't like him..."

This reason is somewhat too capricious.

Because I hate it, I don't learn it.

Does this emperor really think he is an emperor?

Do you really think you have willful capital?
Ye Yu slowly withdrew his hand, looked down at the little emperor with condescending eyes, he was so wronged, his right earlobe was red and red.

He sighed lightly, and wiped away the tears that had not fallen from Yan Ran's eyes: "Your Majesty, don't be willful."

Yan Ran lowered his head firmly, and remained silent again.

Still stubborn.

She just didn't want to, didn't want to face that terrifying face every day.

However, Ye Yu didn't have much patience with her.

Ye Yu returned to that sad and joyless look, with the corners of his eyes slightly down, and a cold look, "Disobedient, huh?"

The last syllable carried some cold and cruel connotations.

Yan Ran bit her lip even harder, leaving deep tooth marks, but she didn't seem to feel any pain.

The slender and thick eyelashes were like trembling butterfly wings, and those amber eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist.

She looked at Ye Yu, as if frightened by his indifference, hurt by his indifference, her face was pale.

Ye Yu's face was not only cold, but without emotion at all, exuding a menacing aura all over his body, he stood quietly by the side waiting for Yan Ran to succumb.

Sure enough, without persisting for a while, the young emperor was like a withered grass, rattling.

"it is good."

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