Chapter Eight: His Majesty rarely appears so vibrant.
"His Majesty."
Lu Lingjun pushed open the door and entered.
Then came Yuanbao's terrified voice.
Trembling with fear.
"Prime Minister Lu, you can't go in, His Majesty..."
Then he saw the singing and dancing in the palace, as well as His Majesty and that beautiful woman.
"Step back." Lu Lingjun opened the palace door, his voice cold and stern.
Yuanbao shuddered and scrambled away.
The beautiful women who were singing, dancing, and playing music all bowed and then left.
The beauty beside Gu Yanjing trembled and knelt down again, no longer daring to accept the emperor's favor.
Everyone in the palace knows that Prime Minister Lu regards His Majesty as a taboo subject, and no one can touch him or lay a finger on him.
"What, now I can't even touch a woman?" Gu Yanjing looked at the trembling beauty, then at Lu Lingjun in his dark purple official robe, and withdrew his hand.
That's quite a show of power!
“Your Majesty has never been on good terms with any goddess.” Lu Lingjun stood in the hall, staring at Gu Yanjing, addressing him as “Your Majesty”, but his eyes showed no respect whatsoever except for desire: “If Your Majesty wishes, I can grant your request.”
The beauty kowtowed to the ground, so frightened that she cried out softly, but fearing that she would anger the two men, she covered her mouth tightly and became invisible.
"Lu Lingjun, your thoughts are truly disgusting." Gu Yanjing suddenly remembered that the young man who used to quietly follow him was long dead.
He killed it with his own hands.
The Phoenix Clan possesses the art of Nirvana, but the one who came from the Fire Clan was already someone else.
"If Your Majesty is touched by my scent, wouldn't you be just like me?" Lu Lingjun sneered.
"Insolence!" Gu Yan was furious and threw down the wine cup on the shore.
With his excellent aim and great strength, he struck Lu Lingjun squarely on the forehead, and instantly, bright red blood began to flow.
"Why is Your Majesty angry? Isn't this the truth? Has Your Majesty forgotten everything?" Lu Lingjun also lost control.
He was always so calm and rarely lost control.
The first time was when Gu Yanjing wanted to marry Goddess Anyu, and the second time was when he met Gu Yanjing.
This is the third time.
He was so open and honest even when facing death, but he was trembling with fear when faced with Gu Yanjing's disgust.
"Get out! Get out!" Gu Yan exclaimed in shock, flipping the table. Something hit the beautiful woman on the ground, but she didn't utter a sound. She lowered her head and ran out.
Faster than a rabbit.
Lu Lingjun didn't move. He wiped the blood from his forehead, took a few steps forward, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Gu Yanjing's eyes, which were red with anger.
"His Majesty rarely appears so vibrant."
Gu Yanjing sneered and slapped Lu Lingjun's face to the side: "You get out too."
"Your Majesty, I wish to see you." Lu Lingjun stepped forward and grasped Gu Yanjing's hand.
"You bastard." Gu Yanjing couldn't break free, and bright red flames were already emerging from his fingertips, burning Lu Lingjun's hand with bright red blisters.
"Your Majesty, my hand hurts." Lu Lingjun seized the opportunity and immediately threw himself into Gu Yanjing's arms, burying his head in his neck in a rare display of intimacy.
Gu Yan was startled when someone hugged him. His legs, which had been kicked the night before, went weak instantly, and he sat back down in his chair.
Lu Lingjun took the opportunity to pin him down, a move that was both forceful and ambiguous.
"Lu Lingjun, don't go too far, let go."
He was somewhat at a loss.
"Your Majesty is always so impatient with me these days." Lu Lingjun held the person in his arms tightly, as if whispering between lovers.
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