The Villain’s Little Cutie

Zhaoyang was still wearing a red dress, squinting at Rong Yu.

Leng snorted: "Your Majesty has always stayed in the Yilan Hall, presumably...Rong Gui has never slept in His Majesty's palace, right?"

Yes, Asi always came to Yilan Hall to find Rong Yu.

He has never been called to the palace.

Rong Yu's expression sank.

The brow furrowed tightly.

Zhaoyang: "Your Majesty's bed is very fragrant."

Rong Yu trembled.

"Have you slept in Your Majesty's bed?"

"Yes," Zhaoyang smiled at the corner of his lips, "Sapphire is also here, Your Majesty can really play."

Click.

What a broken sound.

Rong Yu only felt his heart cold a little bit.

He looked at the coquettish man in front of him, staring at him with dark eyes.

Suddenly smiled.

He took a step forward.

Asked: "Where have you touched her?"

His stomach hurts so much that sweat is dripping from his hurting Rong Yu's forehead.

But my heart hurts even more.

Your Majesty actually called others to attend bedtime, so why...not call him?

Zhaoyang proudly said: "Of course your Majesty has touched it everywhere."

The man is not bad at all, even a little coquettish.

Rong Yu looked at him and stepped forward step by step.

"Your Majesty likes... do you look like this?"

Zhaoyang nodded.

suddenly--

"Well!"

Zhaoyang fell to the ground, looking at the suddenly crazy man in front of him.

"You! You hit me!"

Rong Yu curled his lips, eyes full of anger.

"I have never been favored by her, so why can you!"

Rong Yu is dressed in white.

The dark eyes looked at Zhaoyang faintly.

His forehead was full of sweat, but his lips were bright red.

The sun was on top of his head, ray of light shining on him.

The man turned his back to the sun and a shadow on his face.

He kicked it suddenly.

Zhaoyang couldn't make it out, and a mouthful of blood came out.

"You! You are not Rong Yu!"

Rong Yu smiled sadly, squatting down and looking at him.

"Why am I not Rong Yu?"

Zhaoyang looked at the man in horror.

Tremblingly said: "Rongguo's fifth prince, frail and sick since he was a child, he will not, will not have the skill of you!"

Rong Yu covered his abdomen with one hand, his face pale.

"Really? Why not?"

He stood up.

Coldly said: "Take him away."

"Yes, master."

"You! Who are you!"

The man smiled sullenly.

"I've always been Rong Yu."

The Rong Yu who can't survive and can't survive.

Rong Yu, who lived to the present with blood all over his body.

Rong Yu returned to Yilan Temple.

Looking at the elegantly-dressed hall everywhere, he cast his eyes down.

"Winter bamboo."

"My son," Dong Zhu came in, looking at the gloomy Rong Yu, and cautiously said: "What does the son call Dong Zhu?"

Rong Yu stretched out his hand, pointed at the veil of the main hall, and said, "Tear them off and replace them with a big red."

The man walked up to the aromatherapy and fiddled with it.

Suddenly smiled: "Tonight, I want you to belong to me completely, Your Majesty."

The man endured the abdominal pain and replaced the aromatherapy.

Then slowly, step by step walked to the bed.

Suddenly lost all his strength.

He fell on the bed, curled up, big beads of sweat slipping from his forehead

Dongzhu anxiously said: "My son, why are you hurting again? You have been raising well these days!"

Since coming to Hongfeng Country, Rong Yu's incidence of illnesses has decreased.

But today...

Seems better?

Rong Yu closed his eyes, and said in a gloomy voice: "Go and tell your Majesty, just say that I...I'm going to hurt to death."