Chapter 48 If the Master Loves Me That Way

All of a sudden, even Minghe and Manchuan looked up at Junlin.

Jun Lin: “???”

I'm totally confused and don't know what's going on.

What's going on?

Is it illegal just to want to see someone's forearm?

She was extremely depressed, and looking at the motionless Yanyu, she urged, "Roll it up."

Crowd: How could you be so impatient!

Yunyu pursed her lips helplessly, her thick and long eyelashes suppressing the discomfort in her eyes, and she rolled up the sleeve of her left hand with her fingertips.

In fact, since we are all men, there is nothing wrong with looking at the forearm skin. However, for Emperor Jing, who has a male genitalia fetish, everything becomes distorted in their eyes.

It suddenly became intriguing.

That forearm did not have the strong muscles of a martial artist, but was instead slender, white and smooth.

Jun Lin stretched out his hand and placed it on the young man's forearm. He paused for a moment when their skin touched, and then the boneless fingers massaged his muscles.

The hand was slender and white, with pink and round nails. It was kneading and groping at the same time, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

Everyone held their breath nervously, this fingering technique was too ambiguous!

Are you really not here to choose a male pet?

Emperor Jing, are you here? Do you dare to say with a clear conscience that you are really not interested in her?

Ming He's eyes suddenly darkened, and his dark eyebrows were already wrinkled unconsciously.

Jun Lin really didn't have that idea.

This was her first time seeing someone practicing martial arts. She abused him for a few minutes with a learning attitude, then finally let go. She then showed a look of sudden enlightenment: "So that's how it is."

It feels very soft and gentle to the touch, without any trace of a martial artist, and is very deceptive.

His moves should be like water, using softness to overcome hardness, with some shadows of Taoism and Yin Yang School, but Jun Lin couldn't figure out the method of cultivation. She was surprised: "What is this martial art?"

The young man lowered his head and rolled down his sleeves. The tips of his ears that showed through his hair were covered with a beautiful layer of light red. He was shy and said, "I created it myself."

Jun Lin was satisfied: "Not bad, even I am scared by you, then you can be a general in the court. It's really a surprise. This way, the enemy will not be able to figure out your moves at all."

The enemy cannot figure out the commander's strength, which is very advantageous on the battlefield.

"Go, dance for me."

She sat in the main seat, one leg stretched out and the other bent, and with her arm resting on her knees, she reached for the sling sword beside her, picked it up, and threw it down, neatly and swiftly.

"As you wish."

He caught the sword in one hand, rubbed the hilt with his jade fingertips, and then drew the sword. The snow-white sword reflected the handsome eyes and eyebrows of the young man.

He moved, his clothes fluttering and his posture graceful.

The sword energy was as gentle as a spring breeze, scattered but not chaotic, solid but not rude; the sword moves were slow but not harsh, soft on the outside but strong on the inside.

Use the empty to defeat the real, use the real to defeat the empty, use the fast to defeat the slow, and use the slow to defeat the fast.

Jun Lin narrowed her eyes. According to her standards, this man's strength was already top-notch, and his swordsmanship was extremely rare, with a bit of Tai Chi sword skills.

The young man only performed a few moves, but Emperor Jing saw through him completely.

She laughed and led the applause: "So beautiful!"

The people below also exclaimed and applauded.

Yanyu looked shy, closed her eyes and said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."

Jun Lin was pleased: "You are good enough to win the award, not that I mean to flatter you."

The others curled their lips tacitly, it seemed that Emperor Jing was not as bad as they had imagined.

"Someone will arrange a position for you in the future. Work hard. If you have great achievements, I will give you the position of general."

"yes."

Everyone was shocked by her words.

Jun Lin raised his eyebrows and said in high spirits: "As long as you have real talents and achievements, I will push you to a higher and bigger stage to display your talents."

"To do this, you must be loyal to the country, work diligently for the people, obey the law, and reflect on yourself. Always be at the forefront, even if you have to let the enemy trample over your corpses, even if you are trampled into mud by the iron cavalry, you must defend the country and keep your original pure heart."

She had already stood up, waved her sleeves, put her hands behind her back, straightened her spine, and said loudly, "You guys, can you do it?"

The domineering aura that looked down upon everything made their hearts waver. The questioning-like words were sharp and pointed, but they made them feel excited, "This is how our masters should be."

The atmosphere was stagnant, everyone's heartbeat quickened, breathing became rapid, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

The person in front of me is not a tyrant, but Emperor Jing.

It was they who worked hard to climb to this position through layers of selection and were willing to serve Emperor Jing.

"We swear on our lives that we will carry out this mission with our flesh and blood—"

The loud shouts shook the sky, as if they were going to penetrate the roof and reach the sky.

Jun Lin's mood was also aroused. She clapped her hands and laughed: "I like people who are so straightforward!"

The group of people below were no longer as reserved as before.

What? You said that Emperor Jing liked Long Yang very much. Does your like mean that you want to take them as male concubines?

If anyone dares to think so, they will be the first to hit that person on the head!

What a dirty thought!

It is such a sacred and joyful thing that a monarch is willing to express his love for his subjects!

For a moment, everyone's blood was boiling.

Afterwards, Junlin continued to inspect one by one.

Manchuan had come to sit next to Minghe without knowing when. Seeing Junlin in charge of the situation without any help from them, he could not help but mutter, "She is talking like this again, stirring up trouble. Why doesn't she go and seduce some other girls? The important thing is to have a child as soon as possible."

Ming He sat upright, his eyes clear, and murmured: "She just hooked up with me, and now she's doing this to someone else..."

Manchuan was surprised. He looked at the young and promising left prime minister whom he had always admired from the bottom of his heart and said curiously, "You don't sound like that. Why do you sound a little jealous?"

"yes."

He admitted it calmly, looking up at Emperor Jing who was chatting with everyone in the main seat. He was talking and laughing, speaking with great vigor and eloquence, and was extremely dazzling.

Manchuan was stunned by these straightforward words. He always felt that the atmosphere was a little unclear. Could it be that he was really old and could not keep up with the thinking of young people?

The man's facial features were a little hard, but his pupils were full of stars and were clear: "If I were loved by the master of the house like that..."

Anyone would be jealous.