Chapter 433: Her Majesty's Little Jealousy (19)
Zhaoyang was still wearing red clothes, glancing at Rongyu.
He snorted coldly, "Your Majesty always stays in Yilan Palace. I guess... Noble Lady Rong has never slept in Your Majesty's bedroom, right?"
Yes, Asi has always come to Yilan Palace to find Rongyu.
He was never summoned to the palace.
Rong Yu's face darkened.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
Zhaoyang: "Your Majesty's bed smells really good."
Rong Yu trembled.
"Have you slept in His Majesty's bed?"
"Yes," Zhaoyang said with a smile on his face, "Qingyu is here too. Your Majesty really knows how to have fun."
Click.
Something breaking sound.
Rong Yu only felt his heart growing colder and colder.
He looked at the seductively dressed man in front of him, his dark eyes staring at him.
Suddenly smiled.
He took a step forward.
Ask: "Where did you touch her?"
His stomach hurt so much that beads of sweat appeared on Rong Yu's forehead.
But my heart hurts even more.
Your Majesty actually summoned others to sleep with you, so why... didn't he summon him?
Zhao Yang said proudly: "Your Majesty has certainly touched everywhere."
The man was not bad looking at all, even a bit charming.
Rong Yu looked at him and stepped forward step by step.
"Your Majesty, do you like...you like this?"
Zhaoyang nodded.
suddenly--
“Hmm!”
Zhaoyang fell to the ground, looking at the man in front of him who suddenly went crazy.
"You! You hit me!"
Rong Yu curled the corners of his lips, his eyes full of anger.
"I haven't even been favored by her, so why can you?"
Rong Yu was dressed in white.
The dark eyes looked at Zhaoyang dimly.
His forehead was covered in sweat, but his lips were bright red.
The sun was above his head, shining on his body in rays.
The man had his back to the sun, his face in shadow.
He suddenly kicked.
Zhaoyang was unable to dodge and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You! You are not Rong Yu!"
Rong Yu smiled sinisterly, squatted down and looked at him.
"Why am I not Rong Yu?"
Zhaoyang looked at the man in horror.
He trembled and said, "The fifth prince of Rong State has been weak and sickly since childhood. He will never have the skills like you!"
Rong Yu covered his abdomen with one hand, his face pale.
"Really? Why not?"
He stood up.
He said coldly: "Get rid of him."
"Yes, Master."
"You! Who the hell are you?!"
The man smiled, his eyes full of viciousness.
"I have always been Rong Yu."
Rong Yu, who can neither live nor die.
Rong Yu, who survived until now with blood all over his body.
Rong Yu returned to Yilan Palace.
Looking at the elegantly decorated hall, his eyes darkened.
"Winter Bamboo."
"Master," Dong Zhu came in and looked at Rong Yu with a gloomy expression. He asked cautiously, "Master, what do you want to call me for?"
Rong Yu stretched out his hand, pointed at the gauze curtains in the main hall, and said, "Tear them down and replace them with bright red."
The man walked over to the incense and fiddled with it.
Suddenly he smiled and said, "Tonight, I want you to be completely mine, Your Majesty."
The man endured the abdominal pain and changed the aromatherapy.
Then he slowly walked to the bed step by step.
Suddenly I lost all my strength.
He fell on the bed, curled up, with big beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.
Dong Zhu said anxiously, "Master, why are you in pain again? You've been recovering well these past few days!"
Since coming to Hongfeng Country, Rong Yu's illness has become less and less frequent.
But why today...
It seems even more powerful?
Rong Yu closed his eyes and said gloomily, word by word, "Go tell His Majesty quickly, and tell him that I'm... in so much pain that I'm dying."
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