The love of Song Dynasty can't be put down

Chapter 25

Know how to deal with him.

"It would be right if you were assimilated by me. What does it mean to marry a chicken as a chicken? Marry a dog as a dog. If you marry Pang Tong, you have to follow me..."

"Who will marry you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Defang's pink lips were sealed again.

However, through the curtain on the side, a vague, man's head quietly protruded.

3 [Ghost Emperor]

His slender fingers opened the silk curtain, and he looked sideways at the two people who were entangled on the bed. To be honest, Zhao Guangyi didn't feel too jealous. .

"Oh! Unexpectedly, this Pang family boy has grown so big, not only has he grown taller, but he has also become bolder." He couldn't help clenching his fists as he spoke, "Even my people dared to move! "

Speaking of this, Zhao Guangyi couldn't help sighing, "I can't help it, whoever said that I am a wandering soul now, it is not easy to touch my beauty."

Thinking back then when he usurped the throne and killed his elder brother Zhao Kuangyin with his own hands, it was all for his fourth son, the crown prince, Zhao Defang... This kid didn’t appreciate it at all, even if he was given an official title, a thousand-year-old prince and rewarded this and that, these four The boy still planned to kill Zhao Guangyi... Every time he thought of this, Zhao Guangyi would blame himself for being soft-hearted. After seeing this beautiful nephew, he lost his temper.

Glancing again at Zhao Defang with disheveled hair on the bed, Zhao Guangyi nodded and continued talking to himself: "No matter how poisonous the wine you Zhao Defang is toasting, my uncle will definitely drink it!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Guangyi stroked his long black hair that had not rotted for a hundred years, turned around and disappeared from the spot.

A white light flashed by Zhao Defang's ear along with a voice: "Beauty Fang, I'm back!"

This horrifying voice is too familiar to Zhao Defang. Even in broad daylight, he would break out in a cold sweat all over his body when he heard it, and he immediately opened his eyes wide and rolled them without being noticed by Pang Yuanying. , Observing the surrounding scenes, and at the same time, the dream of the previous night is also vividly remembered.

"Don't bother looking, I'm here!"

This time it was Pang Yuanying who spoke, but the tone of his speech was not his at all.

Zhao Defang turned her head to look at him in fright, and at a glance, she found that Pang Yuanying was very wrong at this moment. There was no tenderness in his eyes before, and a pair of fierce beast-like eyes were looking at her upright.

And the corners of the mouth that gradually turned up, that ghostly smile also hung on that familiar face.

"You... who are you?" Zhao Defang was really frightened, although he didn't want to admit that he was scared, after all these years in the Great Song Dynasty Palace, he has more prestige than the emperor, no matter who he is He can ignore it, but this time he has to say that he still has something to be afraid of.

"Can't you even recognize me?" Pang Yuanying's face came closer, his mouth was very close to him, and at the same time, he held his arm tightly to prevent him from escaping.

"You..." You can roughly guess who he is, but Zhao Defang doesn't want to believe that there are really ghosts in this world, and it's still broad daylight.

Seeing that he was so born, Pang Yuanying made a discouraged expression helplessly, "Hey! Fortunately, I miss you so much, but you have forgotten me!"

Touching his own face, he looked at Zhao Defang and said, "Is this kid really so nice? Or do you really like younger men? Didn't you, Zhao Defang, tell me that you like mature and regal men? For example Saying that the emperor is like this?"

"Zhao Guangyi! Are you a human or a ghost?" Zhao Defang didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, feeling nervous and mad.

Pang Yuanying gestured again with his finger in front of his mouth, and said mysteriously: "Shh, don't talk nonsense, I am neither a human nor a ghost, I am the Son of Man, a God!"

Writer's words:

Ghost Emperor, this is the first time I try this subject, and it is still too emperor.I didn't have any idea about this CP at first, and it was all thanks to a fan MV.

4 [Invisible Bondage]

"Zhao Guangyi! Do you think this can scare me? I..." Knowing that she couldn't move her wrist, Zhao Defang tried to break free again, her mouth was hard, but she was already terrified in her heart, but facing her own uncle, He was also his father-killing enemy, he didn't want to admit defeat like this, he swallowed his saliva and tried to calm down: "I could kill you once, and now I can still kill you again!"

"Okay! I'm waiting for you, but that's it!" Pang Yuanying stretched out his other hand and gestured in front of her eyes. Zhao Defang, who was still under her body, said softly: "Are you going to do it? This body is now But isn't your lover?"

Zhao Defang finally broke free from his restraint with the greatest strength, propped up with one hand, and tried to raise his hand to beat this shameless Zhao family scum, but before he could get close to the man, his hand was held down again, But this time Zhao Guangyi would not chat comfortably with him anymore.

The man pressed his arms with one palm, pinched his shaking cheek with the other hand, and then kissed that delicate mouth recklessly.

Knowing that this body and lips belonged to Pang Yuanying, Zhao Defang still felt extremely disgusted at this moment. He knew that the person kissing him now was another man... He felt that he was always strong, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was always a god. The Eight Sage Kings who are not afraid of anything, even the kings of Daliao and Xixia are in awe of him, but in the face of this ghost emperor's various insults to him, Zhao Defang couldn't help but shed a line of tears.

Maybe it was just such a line of tears that made Pang Yuanying, whose body was occupied, aware of it; just when Pang Yuanying's hand was about to untie Zhao Defang's belt, he sat up suddenly, and kept pressing his other hand with one hand , speaking incoherently.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do to my Fang?"

"You are the one who deserves to die, how dare you touch my beloved little nephew!"

Zhao Defang was also surprised. He didn't expect Pang Yuanying's consciousness to be so strong that he could escape Zhao Guangyi's control. Seeing Pang Yuanying's same voice as if talking, he was helpless.

"Yuanying, don't fight hard with him, you can't beat him!" Zhao Defang didn't dare to approach, so she could only persuade him from the sidelines.

"What are you talking about, little nephew? I'm your uncle, and you turned your elbow outward?"

When Pang Yuanying wanted to get close to Zhao Defang with one hand, the other hand stopped him immediately, and continued to warn: "What kind of uncle are you? A scoundrel, bastard, even my own nephew! You're allowed to touch him—"

"Hmph! It's not up to you—"

Pang Yuanying pulled the corner of his mouth upwards, and pressed his temple lightly with one finger; then, the nonsensical actions and words just ended immediately, and after calming down, Pang Yuanying closed his eyes, shook his head from side to side, and his arms were flexible After turning around a bit, slowly opened his eyes.

When Zhao Defang saw his eyes, his whole body trembled again.

Pang Yuanying smiled again, "Unexpectedly, this Pang family boy is really tough. He is so different from his father, but as you said just now, he can't beat me!"

Zhao Defang knew that his danger had not been lifted, he still had to face this ghostly emperor alone, this Supreme Emperor who had been dead for a long time, and he knew his personality too well, as long as it was what he wanted, he would definitely get it; now In addition to worrying about himself, he was also worried about Zhao Guangyi's grandson, the current emperor Zhao Zhen.

If Zhao Guangyi is happy, he can even kill his grandson and take his place.

5 [No Feeling Impossible]

"Bastard... bastard! You... what do you want?" Tremblingly pointed at his uncle, Zhao Defang also understood that he had no way out, and what he was most worried about right now was Pang Yuanying's safety.

"What are you doing? Huh! Isn't this obvious!" Zhao Guangyi suddenly put away the cynical smile just now, and suddenly came over and grabbed Zhao Defang's black hair with such force that he almost lifted his scalp: "Of course it is I came to ask for your life, and you caused the tragic death of my true son, how could I let you go?"

Zhao Defang was in so much pain that he could barely open his eyes, but he still held back his voice.

Zhao Guangyi saw that he was quite obedient, and his face gradually softened. He stroked his pale face lightly with one palm, and said ambiguously: "Of course, I still love you, and I won't let you die so early... Besides, now I'm more concerned about..."

The fingers covering the cheeks suddenly shifted between Zhao Defang's chins, pinching the fair spot with pincer-like fingers, and the domineering lips sealed the cold pink lips again.

Unlike Pang Yuanying, Zhao Guangyi's eyes have been fixed on his furrowed brow since he kissed his favorite little nephew, and his hands are also trying to loosen his coat, because he has almost taken off his coat just now, It is very convenient to undress again this time.

Zhao Defang's struggling hands were easily subdued, not because of Zhao Guangyi's strong hands, but because of Pang Yuanying's good physique as a general.

Zhao Guangyi seemed to like his new body very much, and he couldn't help sighing that it was good to be young.

"Zhao Defang, the eight virtuous kings of the Great Song Dynasty, the thousand-year-old who drove Zhao Heng off the throne with his own hands, I never thought you would be in such a mess!" After Zhao Guangyi finished speaking, his hand was already the last trace of Zhao Defang's body. The covering was thrown outside the curtain.

The beauty in front of her was curled up in a corner of the mattress with messy black hair, covering her body that she didn't want to show with her hands as much as possible.

Zhao Guangyi's eyes softened, and he casually unbuttoned his pajamas, revealing the