"Damn it!!" Qin Huaiqiu couldn't help but cry out.
What was that? What on earth was that?!
What the hell was that hard thing?!
Qin Huaiqiu was completely stunned, feeling as if he were living in a dream.
Wasn't he impotent? Didn't he have erectile dysfunction? Wasn't he unable to get an erection?
Qin Huaiqiu stiffened his body. He was held in Sikong Ting's arms like a petrified statue. His heart was bleeding, but the culprit was still passionately kissing his temple like a sex - crazed man.
"Concubine De..." Sikong Ting was overcome with passion. The moment Qin Huaiqiu's hand covered it, he had the urge to pin him to the ground. But he held back. He waited for Qin Huaiqiu's move, kissing from his temple to between his eyebrows.
"Help me..."
Help?!
Qin Huaiqiu stared blankly. His rationality had already collapsed, and he was in a state of spiritual wandering as if he had seen through the world.
Haha... Should I help you break it off?
Sikong Ting let out a muffled groan, hugging him tightly with his upper body and whispering in Qin Huaiqiu's ear, "Concubine De, be gentle..."
I... Damn you!
Qin Huaiqiu suddenly pushed him away and then took several steps back. Pointing at Sikong Ting, he shouted, "Get out of here!"
Sikong Ting was in the heat of the moment. He was suddenly pushed away and then stunned by Qin Huaiqiu's scolding. The fire in his heart was completely extinguished.
"What... did... you... say?"
"You, get me..." Qin Huaiqiu gritted his teeth. He just couldn't say the word "get out". After all, the man in front of him was the emperor who could take his life at any time. After stuttering for a long time, he finally said, "Leave this place."
"CONCUBINE DE!" Sikong Ting gritted his teeth. He never expected that his passion would be so easily doused, and by the person he liked.
Qin Huaiqiu still felt the touch on his hand. He felt the world spinning around him, and he was so frustrated that his scalp went numb. "Concubine De my ass! Do you think I wanted to marry you? If I hadn't been forced, I would have run away long ago! Weren't you disgusted with me at first? Then just keep hating me! I don't like you anyway!"
Sikong Ting's movements froze instantly.
"Damn it..." Qin Huaiqiu felt his nose getting sour, and tears were about to flow.
He, a young master of the Qin family, a real man, had never suffered such humiliation. He was also a man. He could tolerate Sikong Ting's several forced kisses, but what Sikong Ting had just done was really over the line. The dignity that had been tightly held in Qin Huaiqiu's heart was just cut off by Sikong Ting without hesitation.
"You..." Sikong Ting opened his mouth and tried to defend himself. "I... I wasn't disgusted with you. I just..."
"Get out." Qin Huaiqiu pointed at the door of the Kunning Palace. His eyes were filled with humiliation and grievance, and tears were welling up in his eyes. He roared, "Get out!"
Sikong Ting opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. When he saw the tears in Qin Huaiqiu's eyes finally sliding down his cheeks, Sikong Ting knew that he had messed up.
He couldn't even remember how he left. He seemed to be in a daze. He got on the sedan chair, got off it, and then walked to the imperial study. He slumped into the dragon throne.
Damn it! Damn it!
Wasn't he just a fake Qin Huailian?
Why was his heart aching so much?
Sikong Ting's eyes were red. Looking at the memorials in front of him, he finally couldn't hold back. He swept the memorials, along with the delicate writing brushes, inkstones, and porcelain, to the ground.
Xu Xian outside the door had never seen Sikong Ting so angry. He could hear the emperor's roar through the door. He was so scared that he stood outside, afraid that Sikong Ting would order someone's head to be chopped off.
"Xu Xian!" After an unknown amount of time, Sikong Ting's extremely suppressed voice came from inside the room.
Xu Xian trembled all over. He quickly bowed and walked in, stammering, "Your servant is here."
"Summon Dou Yuan and He Yanzhi into the palace - right now!" Sikong Ting's voice was filled with great anger. Xu Xian responded and didn't dare to stay in the imperial study any longer. He quickly ran out.
This was the third time Dou Yuan had been urgently summoned into the palace.
Needless to say, it must be because of Concubine De Qin.
He sighed and kissed Qing Luo, who was lying beside him. He said with a look of helplessness, "Baby, I have to go and see the emperor again."
Qing Luo giggled and stretched out his hands to hold Dou Yuan's head. "Kiss me before you go."
Dou Yuan smiled. He kissed from Qing Luo's forehead to his lips, then along his neck, over his flat chest and abdomen. In Qing Luo's soft moans, he put on his clothes and resignedly pushed open the door.
At the door, He Yanzhi was already nervously putting on the court robe that Dou Yuan had found for him. He was shivering, and his teeth were chattering.
It couldn't be blamed on him. A sixth - rank city defender from a border town could never have dreamed that he would be urgently summoned to the capital by the emperor. Dou Yuan felt a bit sorry for him. He patted He Yanzhi on the shoulder, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's go, He Yanzhi."
"Lord... Lord Dou... Your humble subject... Your humble subject..." He Yanzhi was so scared that he couldn't speak.
"Don't be afraid." Dou Yuan smiled and dragged him into the carriage.
It was the second watch of the night. In the imperial study of the Taihe Hall.
As soon as He Yanzhi entered the imperial study, he could feel the overwhelming sense of oppression. At this time when most people should be in their dreams, the imperial study was brightly lit, and in the middle sat an emperor who was exuding a fierce aura.
This was his first time seeing the emperor. People in the streets all said that the current emperor had sword - like eyebrows and hawk - like eyes, and was as handsome as a jade tree. He was the heartthrob of countless young girls. But no matter how good - looking he was described, He Yanzhi only saw the dark aura surrounding Sikong Ting's face.
Dou Yuan was also seeing Sikong Ting so angry for the first time. But his composure was much better than He Yanzhi's. He just paused for a moment and then walked up to Sikong Ting. "Your Majesty, I've brought He Yanzhi."
"Oh?" Sikong Ting just rolled his eyes and glanced at He Yanzhi.
"Your humble subject... Your humble subject pays homage to Your Majesty!" He Yanzhi was almost scared to his knees by Sikong Ting's look. He was trembling all over. Although Dou Yuan had told him that he was summoned to the capital to provide some information and his life would not be in danger, this was still his first time seeing the emperor. He was just a sixth - rank official. This might be the most glorious moment of his life.
"Good." Sikong Ting said in a deep voice. "Servants."
Xu Xian trotted in and bowed. "Bring in the things."
Dou Yuan wisely stepped aside. After a while, two imperial painters came in with two scrolls in their hands, their heads down. Sikong Ting nodded at them, and the two painters stood aside and slowly unfurled the two paintings.
Dou Yuan raised his eyebrows. On the paintings were clearly Concubine De Qin and her maid Qin Lan.
Sikong Ting propped his face with one hand and looked at He Yanzhi. "Two years ago, were you the city defender in Ye City?"
He Yanzhi knelt on the ground and nodded like a pounding garlic.
Sikong Ting asked again, "It is said that General Qin Feng came to Ye City to find you to recruit soldiers at that time?"
He Yanzhi rolled his eyes and quickly nodded. "Yes, yes. Later, the Third Prince specifically gave an order for your humble subject to lend troops. Your humble subject did lend General Qin Feng 50,000 troops!"
Sikong Ting frowned. Dou Yuan quickly reminded him, "Don't be impatient. Answer whatever the emperor asks. Don't say anything extra."
He Yanzhi was sweating cold all over. He closed his mouth and just nodded.
Sikong Ting glanced at him and said, "When someone came to you to borrow troops, one of these two people fought with you. Recall carefully. Which one was it?"
Hearing this, He Yanzhi quickly looked up at the two portraits.
Although it had been two years, he remembered this incident very clearly because he had laughed at the female general and then been beaten down by her. After just a moment of identification, he pointed at the portrait of Qin Lan. "It... It's her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
He Yanzhi was so scared that he quickly knelt on the ground, shaking all over.
"Good... Qin Huailian!" Sikong Ting gritted his teeth. "You've deceived me again!"