But after using all his strength, he finally lifted the other person's buttocks a little bit, and then someone fell on the soldier again.
With a dull "bang", a soldier's butt sat completely on Yelu Boyan's face!
Now my hands were being sat on, my back was being sat on, my legs were being sat on, one hand was being stepped on, and the other hand was being pressed down...
Poor Yelu Boyan could only watch the butt that still emitted a lingering stench, feeling bitter.
“Puff—poo~~”
It was not known whether the soldier had eaten too much at night or had a stomachache, but when Yelu Boyan was already so angry that blood rushed to his forehead, he let out another super long and huge fart with a different sound.
As a foul odor hit him, the guard whose butt was pressing on him began to move. If he hadn't moved, it would have been fine, as Yelu Boyan would have just been smelling his stinky fart. But when he moved, the butt rubbed against Yelu Boyan's face again and again...
Several times, Yelu Boyan felt his nose sink into the deep groove in the middle...
Finally, Huang Xin arrived. After clearing the crowd in the hall, Yelu Boyan finally stood up last.
At this moment, his face could no longer be described as black.
Looking at his emperor's back that was bleeding again, his hands that were swollen from being stepped on, and his dirty yellow robe and pajamas, Huang Xin felt bitter in his heart.
"I am late in protecting you, and I deserve death!"
Huang Xin felt that this was really a bad year!
When he was a member of the Imperial Guard, how awesome was that? Not only did he have nothing to do all day, but he also held a high position of power. Why did Baili Feng, that jerk, come out and cause trouble when it was his turn to lead the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Guard?
How could this be considered torture for Yelu Boyang? This was clearly torture to death!
He spent the entire day circling the gates of hell, back and forth, experiencing life and death for the third time.
Looking at Yelu Boyan's miserable appearance, Huang Xin felt disheartened.
Yelu Boyan walked past Huang Xin, who was kneeling before him, and turned 360 degrees to look at his own bedroom. At this moment, his dragon bed had been trampled and ravaged beyond recognition by the large-scale trampling just now.
This was not his main concern. A broken bed could be replaced; what he cared about most were the memorials in his imperial study.
The more Yelu Boyan endured the burning pain of sadness and came to the outside of the bedroom. This sight made him stagger.
At this moment, the imperial study was so miserable that the words "table overturned and chairs tilted" were not enough to describe it.
All his memorials, books, bookshelves, and ink were pushed over and mixed together by these damn pig-headed guards.
If it were just like that, it would be fine. But what he couldn't stand was that these memorials, the books he cherished on a daily basis, and many rare copies of famous works were not only scattered on the ground, but also became extremely damaged under the pressure and trampling of countless guards.
Yelu Boyan considered himself an elegant man and a smart emperor. He attached great importance to these things and would not allow even a speck of dust to appear on them.
Now, it’s all ruined by these pigs!
Think about him, he finally fell asleep, but was woken up by the explosion just as he was falling asleep. When he was depressed about the wound bursting, he was pressed under his buttocks again. After struggling for a while,
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