The words fell lightly.

Before the palace servant could answer, a figure of a bright yellow dragon robe appeared in Yu Guangli.

Feng Jin quickly put the teacup in his hand aside and knelt down and saluted: "Feng Jin meets the emperor..."

"Young Master Feng Jin, please get up quickly, there is no need to be too polite." The emperor smiled and stretched out his hand to help Feng Jin up.

The young man's fair and slender hands were tightly held in his palm by the emperor.

The young and strong texture is different from the rough fine lines of the elderly. It is a typical fingers that are not touched by spring water, which is much smoother and more delicate than ordinary women.

The emperor's turbid and vicissitudes of eyes deepened, and he couldn't help but rub it slowly.

The slow movements have a little ambiguous and teasing taste.

Feng Jin only felt that the back of his hand was like a cold and smooth snake wrapped around it, which was particularly disgusting.

——I wish I could throw it away immediately and slapped it over.

However, thinking that the emperor was the father of that man and the ruler of the entire Dragon Kingdom, Feng Jin forced himself to resist the impulse.

Feng Jin stood up and tried to pull his hand back from the emperor's hand: "Thank you, Emperor Long's kindness, please let Feng Jin go..."

The emperor held it tightly. The more Feng Jin struggled, the more excited the flashed in his eyes.

Finally, put one of the handles into your arms.

The palace servants in the palace had already withdrawn quietly under the emperor's eyes and closed the palace gate.

"Ah." Feng Jin's slender and soft body was forced to crash into the emperor's chest and surrounded by a strong ambergris fragrance.

If he could not see the emperor's intention at this time, then he would be really stupid.

"Your Majesty, please respect yourself and let Feng Jin go..." Feng Jin struggled constantly, and the wide ink robe that was originally just hanging on her body slid down in large movements, revealing the white and delicate texture inside the robe.

The emperor's slightly vicissitudes of life, rubbed it like a flame lit up, his mouth and tongue rolled on his throat, and said, "Feng Jin, you are such a beautiful man..."

This body is more delicate and soft than a woman.

The emperor's big palm held the boy's slender waist and then walked all the way to his round and perky buttocks...

"The emperor respects himself!" Feng Jin felt extremely disgusting by the emperor's hands, and his voice became shrill. "I am the adviser of His Highness Yong's mansion. If the emperor acts insulting me like this, aren't you afraid of making His Highness Yong and those who are interested in the world disappointed?!"

The emperor's turbid eyes narrowed dangerously, and suddenly sneered: "Fengjin, do you think I don't know that you are the favorite minister of King Yong?"

Feng Jin's body froze slightly, and for a moment he couldn't find any rebuttal words: "Emperor..."

The emperor raised his palm and the cloth "teared" sounded, Feng Jin's body cooled down, and the ink-colored robe that Long Jue put on him turned into pieces and scattered on the ground.

The emperor's eyes were bright, and he pointed to some ambiguous traces on his delicate body that had not yet completely faded, and said a little awkwardly: "Look at your appearance, you probably haven't been trained by Young Master Yong."

Feng Jin was so embarrassed that she was so angry that her face became more and more beautiful.

I wanted to resist, but found that my whole body was soft and weak, and there was something wrong with that cup of tea...
Chapter completed!