Chapter 1022 His Majesty the Vermilion Bird (38)
Gu Yanjing hid behind the scenes, playing the harmless puppet emperor, but Murong Yu always kept him in mind.
Using the excuse that there needed to be several disciples to sweep and clean the mountain, ten young boys were sent in.
They immediately tidied up Gu Yanjing's bedroom inside and out.
Just then, Gu Yanjing suddenly felt like going down the mountain to play, so he took two maids and Yuhe with him.
Lu Lingjun, having been tipped off by someone, was waiting at the foot of the mountain on time, dressed in blue, like a handsome and elegant young gentleman.
Only Gu Yanjing knew how wild this man was in bed.
"Your Majesty, I have come to accompany you on your outing. Where would Your Majesty like to go today?" Lu Lingjun stood at the bottom of the steps and extended his hand to Gu Yanjing, who was slowly walking down.
It's just like when * was in the heavens.
Every time Lu Lingjun reached out his hand to Gu Yanjing when they were young, Gu Yanjing would run over to him like a dog seeing a bone.
However, now, looking at this hand, Gu Yanjing remembered what Lu Lingjun had done last night, and wished he could cut off this hand and feed it to the dogs to vent his anger.
"I really like your hands." Gu Yan stared at Lu Lingjun's hands, but did not take them.
Lu Lingjun's face stiffened, and he wanted to retract his words, but then he heard his emperor continue, "Chop off the Imperial River and feed it to the dogs."
Lu Lingjun forced a smile, immediately withdrew his hand, and took three steps back: "Your Majesty, why bother? If you lose this hand, Your Majesty will likely suffer a lot in the future."
After all... um...
Gu Yan was shocked: "...Yuhe, make your move, chop him up and feed him to Gu Congxin."
Gu Congxin: ...A huge pot fell from the sky.
Moreover, it's Lu Lingjun, that poisonous young master; he's probably doomed.
In the end, Yuhe failed to kill Lu Lingjun. Instead, Lu Lingjun, in high spirits, dragged Gu Yanjing shopping.
Gu Yanjing's injuries from the previous world haven't fully healed yet; after all, he suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, which is no joke.
Lu Lingjun usually gave in to Gu Yanjing, but Gu Yanjing would beat him up every now and then to vent his anger.
If we really start fighting.
Gu Yanjing is still the one below.
The five arrived at the small town sheltered at the foot of Tianming Sect Mountain. It was bustling with activity, a rare sight at night, a city that never sleeps, teeming with people and bustling with activity.
"Yanjing, look, there are sugar figurines over there. Would Your Majesty like some?" Lu Lingjun, holding Gu Yanjing's hand, was not embarrassed at all by being stared at. He pointed to the uncle who was making sugar figurines and asked Gu Yanjing, who was clearly resistant to the idea.
Gu Yanjing remained silent, offering a silent resistance.
So Lu Lingjun dragged his life along, however it was forced upon him.
"Boss, give me two sugar figurines, one Vermilion Bird and one Phoenix."
As he spoke, he tossed down a few copper coins.
The shopkeeper took the money but didn't respond. He pointed to the wooden turntable next to him and said, "Young masters, there's a rule at my stall: before making sugar figurines, you have to spin the turntable first. Whatever it lands on is what you make. Besides, I don't know how to make the Vermilion Bird."
That's a legendary mythical beast, the only one of its kind in the world! I've never even seen one, so how could I possibly make a sugar figurine of the Vermilion Bird?
After saying that, fearing that Gu Yanjing and Lu Lingjun would get angry and overturn the stall, she smiled ingratiatingly at them.
This is an old rule that has been passed down for countless generations.
Lu Lingjun remained noncommittal, then reached out and flicked the wheel: "Yan Jing, what do you think I'll get?"
"Pig." Gu Yanjing sneered, a stream of spiritual energy flowing from his fingertips, directly pressing down on the zodiac wheel, causing the zodiac wheel to stop steadily on the pig.
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