If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi never expected that Ying Chengan would take off his pants, and he was so shocked that his body became stiff.

There was a warmth between the buttocks.

At the same time, Ying Chengan's voice sounded in Song Chuyi's ears.

"Yes, it hasn't been played with."

Song Chuyi:...

Damn, he really didn’t believe him!

Song Chuyi grinded his teeth, wishing he could bite Ying Chengan.

This man is really hateful!

He pulled up his pants and turned to look at him.

"Sir, don't talk nonsense."

"Your Majesty is the most powerful person in the world, how could he do such an obscene thing?"

Ying Chengan raised his eyebrows slightly, "You mean I'm dirty?"

"I didn't say that." Song Chuyi muttered.

Ying Cheng'an was in a good mood now and didn't care about the disrespectful behavior of the younger eunuch.

Although it was warmer in the study than outside, Song Chuyi was still a little cold without any clothes.

A layer of pink appeared on the originally fair skin, and even the tip of the nose was slightly red.

Ying Chengan put the heater in Song Chuyi's hand.

"Take it."

Song Chuyi held the heater in both hands and looked directly at Ying Chengan who stood up to pick up clothes.

After Ying Chengan picked up the clothes, he felt a little dirty, frowned, and threw them on the ground.

He took off his robe and put it on Song Chuyi, wrapping him tightly.

"Those clothes are dirty. I'll have someone send you a new set."

Song Chuyi was wrapped tightly and finally felt a hint of warmth.

"Okay."

"Thank you, sir."

He gave Ying Chengan a sweet smile.

Ying Chengan's eyes darkened slightly and he looked away.

His people quickly sent new clothes, but this time the quality was obviously better than last time.

The golden edges seem to indicate the nobility of this suit.

This is obviously not a domestic servant uniform.

Song Chuyi was thoughtful. It seemed that his status in Ying Chengan's heart was a little higher.

Ying Chengan waved away his subordinates and handed the clothes to Song Chuyi.

"Put it on."

Song Chu thanked him and put it on in front of Ying Chengan.

Anyway, he had finished reading it, and he had nothing to hide.

Song Chuyi put on his clothes very calmly, and then handed the big robe to Ying Chengan.

"My lord, your robes."

Ying Chengan glanced at it and said, "No more."

Song Chuyi said "Oh", not surprised by this.

Ying Chengan must have disliked him for wearing it, so he didn't want it anymore.

Just in time, it gave him an advantage.

Song Chuyi held the robe in his arms and looked at him with a smile.

"Then Sir, nothing happens, so I'll leave first?"

Ying Chengan clicked his tongue, "What? You want to leave so soon?"

"Going to see the little emperor?"

Song Chuyi: "Sir, I am the emperor's man."

"Really?" Ying Chengan asked back, "You are just the little eunuch beside him."

"If I asked the little emperor for you, do you think he would give you to me?"

There was no need for Song Chuyi to answer, Ying Chengan already knew the answer.

There was a smile on his lips, "But I won't do that."

Song Chuyi was happy for a second before he was interrupted by Ying Chengan's words.

He really wanted Ying Chengan to let the little emperor give him to him.

This way he can stay with him every day.

It's not like now, when you have to travel across mountains and rivers every time you see someone.

Far away!

Song Chuyi glanced at Ying Chengan rather resentfully.

Ying Chengan waved his hand and asked his subordinates to send him away.

He wanted the little eunuch to serve him, but he had to make the little eunuch willing.

Rather than being forced by him.

----

On the winter hunting day, the little emperor put on his fancy clothes and prepared to show off his power.

This is a rare opportunity for him to perform. If he can come out on top in this winter hunt, he might be able to impress the ministers below him.

The little emperor knew that he was still young and had no useful people around him, so he could only try his best to recruit the ministers of the DPRK.

Song Chuyi followed the little emperor and rode slowly.

Although the horse is a good horse, it is really bumpy!

This is much more bumpy than cars in modern society.

Song Chuyi didn't dare to make any big moves, so he could only hold the rope and follow slowly behind the large army.

As a result, as soon as he lost his mind, the large army disappeared!

He tightened the rope and looked around blankly.

The snow is vast, and there is a whistling wind in my ears.

There were horse hoof prints not far away, but no one could be seen.

"strangeness."

Song Chuyi muttered, "Going so fast."

He saw Ying Chengan just now. He originally wanted to say a few words to him, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Could something happen on this winter hunt?

Otherwise, why would Ying Chengan be so positive?

Song Chuyi guessed and let the horse walk forward slowly.

After a while, Song Chuyi felt that his butt was being jolted so hard that he turned over and dismounted.

He rubbed his butt.

The howling wind blew up, and the sharp arrows came towards him.

Song Chuyi's pupils shrank and he saw an arrow coming through the wind.

He reacted very quickly and turned his body, but the arrow still pierced his sleeve and grazed his arm.

Bright red blood seeped out and dripped onto the snow.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and a group of people appeared in front of him.

"Little Chuzi?"

"Little Chuzi."

Different voices sounded with different intonations.

Song Chuyi looked blankly and saw the little emperor and Ying Cheng'an riding horses side by side.

The little emperor still held a bow and arrow in his hand, and I guess he was the one who shot the bow and arrow.

Ying Chengan got off his horse, walked quickly to Song Chuyi, and picked him up.

"Your Majesty, he is injured."

The little emperor didn't expect that the prey he was looking for turned out to be the little eunuch, and he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that the little emperor didn't respond, Ying Cheng'an directly carried him to the carriage.

With a "drive", Ying Chengan hurriedly left with Song Chuyi.

One of the protagonists is gone, and the remaining Winter Hunting seems to be the performance of the little emperor alone.

As expected, the little emperor lived up to expectations and hunted a lot of prey. When he took the prey back to the camp, he did not see the little eunuch.

"Where's the little Chuzi?"

he asked.

The eunuch next to him respectfully replied: "In the regent's account."

The little emperor remembered the scene where Uncle Wang took the person away, nodded, opened the curtain and entered his tent.

On the other side, Ying Chengan personally gave Song Chuyi medicine.

Song Chuyi's face wrinkled up in pain.

Ying Chengan looked at him funny, "It hurts so much?"

"Try it instead." Song Chuyi said angrily.

This is a disaster from heaven! This is a disaster from heaven!

Ying Chengan smiled half-heartedly and asked, "How do you know I haven't tried it?"

Song Chuyi thought of the scar that traversed Ying Chengan's heart, and a flash of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, sorry."

Ying Chengan raised his hand and tugged at the corner of the little eunuch's mouth.

"Are you disappointed in the little emperor?"

He seemed to have lost his patience and asked directly:

"Would you like to follow me, huh?"