Chapter Ninety-Two: His Majesty the Vermilion Bird (Part 8)
Lu Lingjun couldn't stand it anymore. Gu Yanjing was clearly his Daoist partner, so why was she able to be singing and dancing here?
This person should be lying in my arms, nestled in my embrace as twilight deepens.
"Hey, what are you doing? Release His Majesty!" Mo Lan exclaimed, watching helplessly as Lu Lingjun bent down and picked up Gu Yanjing. She stepped forward to stop him, but was intimidated by the divine pressure emanating from Lu Lingjun. Her face turned pale, and she timidly took two steps back. Her legs went weak, and she knelt down.
"Your Majesty..." Peony was so frightened that she fell to the ground, staring at Gu Yanjing.
"Your Majesty, do you remember that I am Your Majesty's Daoist partner? Your Majesty, look at all these beauties in the palace, none of them are to be touched by Your Majesty." Lu Lingjun lowered his head and kissed Gu Yanjing in his arms, suppressing all of Gu Yanjing's struggles: "Your Majesty's old wounds have not yet healed, it is best not to fight with me."
"Lu Lingjun, how dare you!" Gu Yanjing gritted his teeth.
This person is really going too far.
"Your Majesty, I will take you to heal your wounds." Lu Lingjun kissed Gu Yanjing's tightly pursed lips again: "Your Majesty, I have heard that dual cultivation can heal wounds, why don't we try it?"
Without waiting for Gu Yanjing's rebuttal, he picked her up and carried her away.
The women in the hall seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as they watched the two leave, all of them looking utterly dejected and losing their previous beauty.
"Sister Peony, that person is so scary." Mo Lan crawled to Peony's side, her voice still trembling involuntarily.
"Shut up! Never mention this person by His Majesty's side again!" Peony yelled at Mo Lan in a fit of anger, seemingly annoyed by something.
Mo Lan pouted in grievance and couldn't help but cry softly, instantly stirring the hearts of many demon spirits, who also began to cry.
The incessant crying was driving Peony crazy.
He turned and left with a dark expression.
The capital city seemed even more bustling at night than during the day. Lu Lingjun looked at the brightly lit streets and the bustling world, and ingratiatingly took Gu Yanjing's hand.
"Your Majesty, I was wrong. I shouldn't have bullied you. Please forgive me this time." After saying that, he couldn't help but touch his ribs.
Today, Gu Yanjing stepped on and broke three of them before we were able to fix them.
Gu Yanjing remained silent, his face still incredibly dark.
With the royal family in decline, no one in the capital had ever seen the young emperor's face. Gu Yanjing walked down the street and no one recognized him.
"Does Your Majesty's back still hurt? Let me rub it for you." Lu Lingjun placed his hand on Gu Yanjing's waist.
In a fit of rage, Gu Yan grabbed Lu Lingjun's hand and broke it.
It's this hand that's pressing down on him.
Lu Lingjun hissed in pain, but there were too many people around, so he didn't dare to cry out. He could only use his spiritual energy to slowly repair his injured hand, and he also had to smile and coax Gu Yanjing.
This time, things really went too far.
I wish I hadn't used those things.
Mo Lan, holding the melon seeds she had just bought, watched the two lovey-dovey men in front of her, who had been showing off their affection all the way, together with Mu Dan, who was holding a ***.
My sincere heart was truly misplaced.
The two headed towards the liveliest area, having heard that tonight, Yan Chuchu, the most famous courtesan in the capital, had set up a very interesting written test at the brothel. Anyone in the capital, regardless of age or gender, could try it. If one could beat Yan Chuchu, one could spend the night with her.
So, sitting in the side room, Lu Lingjun looked at the woman playing the pipa below and couldn't help but ask Gu Yanjing beside him, "Your Majesty, who is more handsome, me or that Yan Chuchu?"
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