The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

Chapter 80

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The sky was getting colder and the earth dragon was burning in the bedroom. Su Yang held a cup of hot tea in his hand and played against himself.

He is actually not good at playing chess, he just lined up against the chess sheet, Zong Huan watched quietly, only when he saw that he made a mistake, would he speak out a word or two, Su Yang ignored him and just followed his own mistakes. Way to come.

After a few times, Zong Huan didn't say much anymore, but it was inevitable that he felt sad. He still remembered how well-behaved and cute this little thing was in his arms, and now it's so indifferent, after all, it's all his fault.

Some hurts can't be made up with an apology, but fortunately he still has a lifetime to make up for it.

Ah Hong pushed open the door and entered, replacing the gradually cooling tea with warm, followed by several maids wearing peach pink dresses, each holding Feng Jun's clothes and accessories, still bright red, but It is not the style of the past, but it is more gorgeous and dignified.

Whether it was King Wu, or the Fengjun court clothes that he wore to the imperial temple that day, or even the phoenix carriage that Su Yang rode on, all the things that reminded him of the top of Wangchen Peak that day never appeared in front of him again. Men are better at deceiving themselves than anyone else.

I just want to forget that it's easier said than done, not to mention that Zong Huan appeared in front of him every day, it was this A Hong who was always attentive and always reminded Su Yang that everything about him was controlled by this man, and he could do whatever he wanted. Monitor him, play with him, and he can't escape, he can only suffer.

Zong Huan picked up the complicated Chinese suit and scrutinized it with a satisfied look on his face. He looked back at Su Yang and said, "Bao'er, come here and try to see if it fits."

Su Yang hesitated for a moment, then walked obediently to his side, letting him play with it.

Due to the ample time, this set of clothes was much more attentive than the previous set. He was born with a stunning appearance. At this time, he was wearing a feather-red peony and phoenix pattern raccoon brocade shirt, and his temperament was even more noble and elegant. In a word, that fair and lustrous face is already making people unable to look away.

Zong Huan meticulously tied the belt for him. Although he rarely serves others, he is not awkward when he does such a thing. It seems to be an innate talent.

When he finished tidying up the complicated clothes, he raised his eyes to meet Su Yang's moist and clear eyes, his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and the charming attitude of this little brat when he was drunk appeared in his mind, and every frown and smile showed through. With a demonic aura, and a passion for him that he had never had before, he felt a little moved in his heart.

If it hadn't been for the booze to hurt his body, and the child's health was never good, he must have poured him a few pots.

Zong Huan raised his hand and waved the palace servant back, and carried the child directly onto the bed. His long black and thick hair was spread out on the bright yellow silk and satin, and his body was bright red. The three strong colors set off each other. , showing a breathtaking beauty.

Su Yang finally no longer calm, panic flashed in his eyes, and he bit his lower lip with deep tooth marks, like a little milk cat that had been violated by the territory, with a stubborn and fragile expression.

Zong Huan's heart softened as a matter of course, he stretched out his hand to touch the red lips, and frowned: "It doesn't have to be so, unless you nod, I will never touch you."

Su Yang felt a little relieved in his heart, but the man who was pressing on him did not intend to get up. Instead, he sniffed between his neck and whispered, "Bao'er, don't make me wait too long, my patience is limited."

Zong Huan's voice is usually domineering, full of domineering and self-confidence. At this time, he lowered his voice, and it has a faint hint of coquettishness. If it is heard by the palace people outside the palace, I am afraid it is to be terrified.

Saying such domineering words in such a coquettish tone is simply a foul, but Su Yang is no longer easily shaken. He pushed the man's shoulders away and muttered, "The clothes are crumpled."

Zong Huan sighed softly, and had to get up from him and tidy up the crumpled hem of his clothes.

Su Yang looked at his serious expression, and thought silently in his heart, he was still ten percent short of progress, and he would soon be able to leave this world and the control of this man.

Just thinking of leaving, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Although some memories have been cleared, this body still retains the previous feelings and will not dissipate immediately.

Zong Huan didn't know what he was thinking, and said in a low voice, "I paid tribute to a few pearl crucian carp from the south of the Yangtze River a few days ago. Last time you tasted the steamed ones, I ordered the imperial kitchen to make the same, lunch. Eat more every now and then, you are too thin, and I hold my hands together."

Su Yang lowered his eyes in response, and after a long time he asked, "How will Your Majesty deal with His Royal Highness King Wu?"

Zong Huan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled lightly: "I intend to conspire to usurp the throne and hijack Fengjun, I have deprived him of his title, and he will be expelled from the royal family forever. In the future, he will only be a sinner Zong Xu, not a relative of the royal family, nor His Royal Highness. If it wasn't for you..."

He stopped before he finished speaking, but Su Yang knew the deep meaning of it. If it wasn't for him, Zong Xu would have met the King of Hell at this time.

Because he still has a child Gu in his body, and Zong Xu has a mother Gu in his body. Once Zong Xu is killed, his life will be gone. It's just that if it goes on like this for a long time, something will happen sooner or later, and he must reach the progress before that.

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On the day of the canonization ceremony, the sky was gloomy and snow was falling.

Zong Huan frowned as he looked at the thin snow that lay on the ground. The day chosen by the Director of Heaven was really not a good one. "Snow" was the same as "blood", and it was always unlucky to have a wedding on such a day.

Su Yang was very happy. Snow was rarely seen in his world, so every time he saw snow, he would be greatly surprised. He forgot a lot of things, and naturally he didn't remember that he had actually seen snow many times.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the falling snow, and the icy cold touch in his palm quickly turned into water droplets.

After returning from the ancestor worship at the Taimiao, this was the first time that he revealed a happy look in front of Zong Huan. Zong Huan stared at him directly, I was afraid that he would not see him again in the future.

A Hong reminded from the side: "Lord Fengjun, it's not good to be greedy."

She used to call Su Yang "Sir", but since forgetting Chenfeng's return, she also noticed Su Yang's estrangement from her, so she consciously added the word "Feng Jun" to show respect.

In the final analysis, her real master is Zong Huan, and if she prefers Su Yang in small matters, she will obey Zong Huan when it comes to important matters, just like when she was above Feng Nian that day, she had the opportunity to take Su Yang away. But because of the order, he was taken away by Zong Xu.

It was impossible to say who was right or who was wrong in this matter, but each of them performed their duties. Su Yang didn't blame her, but she couldn't trust her as before, just like he did to Zong Huan.

Su Yang put his hand away when he heard the words, Zong Huan then remembered, and hurriedly wiped the water stains off his palm with a handkerchief.

Su Yang struggled and did not break free, then said, "Release."

Zong Huan naturally refused. He smiled and said, "Your hands are cold, and I will help you keep warm."

He said that he wrapped Su Yang with his generous palm. His internal strength was strong and his body temperature was naturally higher than ordinary people. Su Yang was afraid of the cold, so he felt comfortable in his grip, and he didn't bother to argue with him, so he let him hold it like this. Go to the high platform of sacrifice to the sky together.