MTL - The Ugly Prince-~ ☆ 、 16

The next night.

Yang Lan stared curiously at Zhang Ping. What is he doing?

The young **** Zhang Ping stood outside the inner hall, holding his fist and holding his head and looking serious.

That expression is like going to the battlefield, full of fearless sacrifice.

Finally, the young man squirted out of his nose and bravely pushed open the carved wooden door of the inner hall.

Yang Lan frowned and left thoughtfully.

For Zhang Ping, who was hard to walk into the Huangfu room, the rest of the night was unusually long and confusing.

It seems that someone has been telling him what to do.

After a while, he asked him to open his body, listen to the teachings and tell the difference between Ning Wang and men and women, and how the **** differed.

After a while, he asked him to go back to the bed, kneeling on the edge of the bed, lifting his hips, covering his face with both hands and posing in a standard position where the **** was fortunate.

When a hot, round thing is against him, he seems to be struggling.

Then he seemed to be beaten by Ning Wang, and then he was very obedient...

In the impression, he seems to have not been allowed to go to bed.

He was taught to change a lot of postures, but no matter what position, he was not allowed to face Ning Wang in front.

He vaguely heard the teachings told Ning Wang: The eunuchs who are not yin and yang should not show their faces when they are exposed to rain, and the other is to prevent the main body from seeing the incompleteness of the **** to squander the appetite; the second is to prevent the suffocation from colliding with the Lord. The ladies have no such jealousy.

Later, he also heard that the teacher was surprised by the persistence of Ning Wang, saying that he was very rare at this age.

He didn't know how long Huangfu had been on him, and he didn't know when the teacher left. He only remembered that he was in a moment before he finally fell asleep, and he had a familiar face looking at him. His expression was very serious to him. Said: Today, you are insulted, I will definitely help you back in the future. Then he seems to have returned: It doesn't matter, I am fine.

Then he was hugged tightly, so that he was very relieved.

"You said that the slave slave is afraid of the fourth temple?"

"Yes. The slave is very timid. One night, the prince is tossing, and even crying, dare not speak loudly." The teacher replied.

"So how do you see the four slaves to the slave?"

"Wang Ye did not show mercy to the slave, and did not see the slightest pity. The prince looked at him for some torture, like everyday play." The teacher replied.

"Well, what do you think of the red/sleeve?" Yin Xian looked up to see her chief female officer.

Red/sleeve body, "Slaves have been waiting outside the door, listening to the voices in the room is as we say. And according to the slaves to observe ... the goddess, slaves do not know when to talk about improper?"

"You said."

"Yes." The red/sleeve looked at the two teachers and glanced at them. The two cockroaches retired very happily.

"The niece, according to the slaves, although the four princes are playing slaves, but it seems to be a better female color."

"Oh?" How do you see it? Yin Xian looked at the top of the female officer’s head and laughed.

"The Niangniang, now that the four halls are now outside, the Emperor of Heaven is far more afraid to control. If you look at the slaves, you still have to send one or two confidants to follow him."

"This palace has already thought of this point, but the last time I sent a past.... I want to find someone who can confuse him and make him obedient. It’s hard." Yin Xian’s pair of eye-catching eyes looks red. /sleeve.

"Red / Sleeve, I have something to do with you in this palace."

Ning Wangfu, still water.

Huangpu’s fingers slid over the smooth pieces, and this touch made him think of that night again.

He touched it there.

Everything about Zhang Ping was spread out in front of him. He wanted to know how he could treat him.

He is still confused about whether he wants to do it for the trainees or simply to satisfy his distorted desires.

Zhang Ping that night was totally different from weekdays.

He was very fortunate that Zhang Ping was subject to the teachings of the teacher that night and could not look at him positively. Otherwise, when he saw the pleading in Zhang Ping’s eyes, maybe he would not bear it.

However, Zhang Ping has never had the opportunity to confess to him.

He has been enduring.

Poor Zhang Ping, when he was scared and confused in his eyes, he couldn’t bear it.

However, he likes the expression and feeling that Zhang Ping puts him in. He thought that in the future he would let Zhang Ping use his mouth to help him instead of light. Of course, the mouth below can't be let go. But Zhang Ping probably won't let him touch him again?

How can he think about Zhang Ping really?

"You and Zhang Ping..., I saw the red/cuffed two trainees coming over the day before, what is going on?"

"This name is not good. The owner who lived here is probably like a pool of water under the water. It will become a pool of stagnant water, so he will give it a name."

The emperor converges on the mind, holding a black child thinking for a moment in the middle palace.

Yang Hao, he fell, and slowly said: "What do you mean to Zhang Ping?" The Huangpu offensive was sealed.

Huangfu stared at the chessboard and replied with carelessness while playing the chess piece: "Zhang Ping is my waiter."

Yang Lan didn't smile coldly. "You know why we are willing to stay and teach you carefully? The old man didn't want to promise your grandfather's conditions at the beginning, but the old man just happened to be tired of the words, but he didn't find it." /Teach the baby, then the old man promised your grandfather to enter the palace to cultivate you."

Huang Futou also did not lift.

"To be honest, seeing you at first glance, the old man is very disappointed. But when the old body finds something interesting, he begins to pay attention to observe you." Yang Lan looked at Qingyun, waved and slammed: "This is not necessary. You wait, let's go to rest early."

"Xie Wei. Wang Ye, slaves retire." Qingyun put down the tea, Fu Fu left.

Yang Lan took the tea pot and opened the lid to gently blow the tea.

"Zhang Ping, he is very maintenance of you. You still remember that when the old man suddenly fell you to the wall root one day, he first ran over. He lifted you up, watched your mouth bleed, and eagerly wiped your sleeve. The kind of eagerness and the kind of distress can't be concealed. He looked up and looked at the old man's eyes full of hatred. Although he hid it quickly, he couldn't get a good old child, and things are still normal. At that time, the old man only felt that this little **** was still loyal to you. But when you saw that you could stand up as if nothing had happened, and your eyes looked so calmly, you were wrong when you did something wrong. Your child is very interesting."

Huangfu listened to Yang Lan and raised his past. His eyes were heavy, but he still did not say anything.

"Then I started to pay attention to observe you and the little eunuch. What's interesting is that the old man found a pair of masters and servants who are the most different. The best thing is that you were only ten years old at the time, you just surprised the old man! I have never seen a child who can hide my emotions, and I know Tibetan mastiffs. Little age seems to be unconcerned about anything. Your mother checks your homework, sees you martial arts, unresponsiveness, life red / The sleeves punish you, you don't cry, don't make all the troubles. Your emperor, the emperor, the emperor, the emperor, and even some of the palace slaves can sneer at you. You are not only angry, but you can respect them. Zhang Ping, the waiter who is waiting for you."

Huangfu’s “啪” fell.

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "Into the enemy." He took the road and sealed him off.

The emperor held his meditation.

"You are totally different from him to others. Maybe you think that you have concealed it very well, but it is still not enough. Red/sleeves and your mother are not in constant contact with you, so they have not found it wrong. But Qingyun and Bailian have already In doubt, why do you think your mother is listening to the rumors immediately after the murder?

Huangfu finally said, "Hey, don't forget to use Zhang Ping's plan or you."

"Oh, the old body just followed your wish." Yang Lan smiled in his heart, Zhang Ping, I swear I did not expect that this kid really has a different mind to you!

The emperor's **** caught the chess piece and smiled at Yang Lan. Although he could not see the mask, his curled lips told him that he was laughing.

"Cough, your mother will not allow you to have a person who can influence you, especially the waiter who is waiting for you. If Zhang Ping does not know how to perform, if he knows how to cover up, he may live for a while. But no matter what, as A slave who has your rain and dew, his ending is foreseeable. If you want to use him as a shield, then he has no way to live. Even if he is martial, he can be strong and strong if he does not perform. The martial arts will be gone. If he shows himself in peerless martial arts, then it will only be a wave of chasing after killing. Moreover, what is the use of martial arts, a pack of powder can get his Life. Don't forget, although he is not stupid, he has no intentions. It is simple to kill him."

"I don't know what you mean by telling me now?"

Yang Hao paused and smiled kindly: "The old body is just telling you to learn to be willing. If you are really ambitious, you can't let go. I think you should be clear about your position."

"My position? What position do I have?" Huangfu no longer thinks, and loses his sex.

Yang Lan saw his son's decline but nodded slightly.

"Your grandfather and your mother know nothing about your business."

Huang Fu went to the end of the tea pot and stopped.

"Why are the two people staying, it is nothing more than curiosity about how you should go to that step. You may have this ability, maybe not. I don’t know, but I haven’t seen such interesting two children for a long time, especially You, the old man is really curious if you can get what you want."

"But if you want, you can take Zhang Ping with us. The world is big and can't be accommodated." Yang Lan's eyes showed a hint of truth until then.

Huangfu hesitated and did not hesitate, and he firmly shook his head at Yang Lan.

Yang Lan seems to know that he will have this move, gently sigh, and mess with the game.

"It's a pity that the baby. He... I used to look for the old man for you. Maybe he guessed that his timid raft was pretending to be old, so he wanted to bet."

Huang Fu apparently heard about this for the first time, and his eyes could not help but stare at Yang Lan.

The old woman no longer wants to see him. "He told me about your situation, said that you are strong, that you don't hurt, that mother doesn't love, and that if you look ugly, you are a good boy." Hehe! He asked me to let me and the old man cultivate you and love you. The child broke his head. It’s a child like me, but he is..."

Yang Lan did not say who he was. Zhang Ping or her disciple, got up and looked at the side house where Zhang Ping lived. He shook his head and suddenly said:

"The most unfortunate thing is that the old man did not use this opportunity to accept him as a disciple. You said why the kid didn't want to worship the old man as a teacher? Isn't the martial arts in his life not good enough in his eyes?"

"He said that his master has only one person, that is, he is jealous. He can't betray him, otherwise he will be sad and dead. And you will let him steal the teacher, he already sees you as his second master, otherwise he does not Will help you steal medicines and steal food."

Huangfu did not move. He was sorting out the board. He even restored the game that was messed up by Yang Lan to the original.

Yang Lan saw that he did not speak. Looking back, he just saw that Huangfu had made up the last piece of the ball, but it was not bad.

Yang Lan’s eyes flashed amazed. The four emperors, who look different from ordinary people, can never forget. It seems that God is still fair. Although he has taken away some important things from this young prince, he also gave him a lot.

Infinitely powerful, unforgettable, and able to bend and stretch, the mind is no less than the two famous emperors who are famous for their intelligence. There are also supporters behind them. The most important thing is that he has a firm goal, and he is willing to work hard and have perseverance. Properly, there will be some good times in the future, maybe it will really make him a success.

"He won't die."

Yang Lan turned and left the footsteps.

"If I can't even protect a person who wants to protect the most, I will talk about what I want to do."

Since the day Zhang Ping came to me, I am no longer the humble ugly of the original.

Huangfu got up and walked past Yang Lan and smiled proudly.

This is the first time the four emperors have shown his embarrassment, just like the dragon who sleeps in the abyss finally lifts his proud head.

Both Prince and Hui Wang fulfilled their respective commitments to Huangfu.

The prince sent two enchanting beauty.

Ning Wang Huangfu was lucky enough to be the two women that night.

I don’t know how Huangfu treated them. When the two enchanting women saw Huangfu in the future, their faces could not help reveal the color of fear, and the body shrank into a ball.

The Prince quickly got the news from the spies. There are only two sentences written on the note: Ning Wang’s nature is timid and fearful, and the outside is weak and incompetent. But in the bed, it is sexually brutal, good to abuse, strong sexual / desire and strong desire to control.

After reading the news, the prince said to the confidant, Wei Wen, and said: "This ugly four can't bear anything, but I know how to play against women. Haha!"

"Although this is true, please pay more attention to your Highness."

"Well, I know." The Prince answered very casually, letting the following people inform the spy to continue to explore.

Here, Hui Wang sent a letter to the emperor to tell Huang Fu that he had already said well with the Shangchu Shangchuqiu. As long as the emperor could personally give marriage to Ning Wang, Qiu would be willing to promise this marriage.

Huangfu looked at the letter and laughed, and rewarded the people who sent the letter. Laughing back to his bedroom.

Zhang Ping is grinding copper coins.

One by one ground grinding. Grinding is very careful and serious. Every piece of polished copper money has a side to open, and the edge of the blade, regardless of which copper coins, is the same width and the same thickness.

It has been more than half a month since that night.

For the past two months, he felt that he was doing the same as usual, except for the copper coins.

He thought that he had to find something to do.

The courtyard named "Ningyuan" currently only lives with him and Ning Wang. It feels like the time when he first entered the palace to serve the four emperors.

But it is different.

For example, he is not as busy as before. Now the **** who waited for Ning Wang was not only one of them, but Yin Xian Niang also arranged for another three eunuchs to come, but they all lived in the outer court, and they did not enter the same place as other people.

In addition to waiting for Ning Wang, his work was to arrange for the three eunuchs to do it. Compared with before, he is also a quality eunuch, although there are only seven products.

The house of His Royal Highness, who is now the prince, is different from the one in the palace.

Maybe he has changed a lot, but the gradual, little change, he relied on him recently, but not easy to detect.

When do you think he is different from the past?

Is it after the death of the Six Emperors?

Why does he always think that the death of the Six Emperors is related to his family?

Is it because the child was laughing at the time? That kind of pleasure contains a smug smile, the kind of mixed tone. Just because I am familiar with him, I will feel the slight difference.

He always thought that he was kind, ugly and ugly, and perhaps a bit distorted.

Huangfu may not know that he saw him sitting in the wall roots several times in the middle of the night, scooping up some things from the corner and putting them back.

If the average person sees the same bed in the middle of the night suddenly gets up and digs the corner of the wall, and then returns without incident, about nine out of ten will be scared to death. He is not afraid because he pities the child. Only later he paid more attention to the idea of ​​enlightening the child. He tried to make him happy and want him to feel safe.

He has not moved the corner because he feels that he should be given a little privacy. Who has no secrets? For example, although you don't have that root, you can hide in the house and sometimes pretend that you have it and stand. The result is very bad.

Since moving to Ning Wangfu, the child no longer digs the wall root, but his body is different.

He felt that he needed proper venting. He knows how he lived in a repressed life and how bad his environment is.

Shortly after moving into the palace, on a very ordinary night, he heard the whine of some animals in the courtyard. When he looked up, he saw what he didn't want to see.

The man grabbed a dog's mouth, interrupted its limbs with a happy smile, and peeled off its skin.

Then he hid under the window and watched as he opened the wild dog, split his body, and smashed it into the soil.

He did not know why he did not go out to stop.

He felt that the wild dog was very poor, but he felt that the seemingly happy cruel teenager was even more pitiful.

That day was also the day when the boy was insulted by his emperor in the Royal Garden.

So he sneaked into the palace with great risk and gave him a sigh of relief. He hopes that this will make the boy's heart feel better, instead of suppressing himself.

He may be a bit eccentric, the boy clearly made such a cruel thing, but he still thinks this is understandable.

But he is also worried and worried. This is why he heard the juvenile threat and felt that it would become a fact.

Maybe he didn't want his mind to be completely distorted, so he would agree to his request.

This is a bit despicable, but it is also true.

His memory that night was a bit fuzzy because of the medicine, but he did not forget the feeling that brought him.

He felt that he had become the wild dog that he saw that night. The teenager was raging on him. The difference was that cruel killing became a kind of rude possession, and the teenager was used to obtain spiritual comfort.

Very strange feeling, but it can't be erased.

I have been there for half a month since that night. In the middle of the month, the man has held him several times in the evening to prevent him from leaving. He is not good at him. He sits on the floor and sleeps on his bed. . After sleeping once or twice, the person no longer held his arm at night, and he could go back to his bedroom every night to sleep.

He is different for him.

I don't want to want it anymore. Zhang Ping tried to pull back the idea of ​​going further and further.

Overall, he felt that his performance during the period was really normal, but whether it was that person or Yang Lan, watching his eyes was always full of caution.

What happened to them?

Do they think they are angry for that night?

No, he is not angry. Ok, he is a little angry, um, very angry.

But this is what he himself promised. He will not blame anyone for such things. If you really want to blame, then blame yourself how you would enter the palace as an eunuch.

You see, people must think carefully when making decisions for themselves. Zhang Ping feels that he is mature day by day. If he is now, he will think of different solutions.

However, if he does not enter the palace as an eunuch, he will not be able to meet the emperor. You see, everything is always put together, one ring and one ring. You never know if you are right or wrong. Ugh! How do you think more complicated! Zhang Ping used his head to fight.

Now... He has set his goal to be 80% within the year. At the same time, I have to practice a hand-drawn copper dart. Because the palace in the palace and even today's Ning Wangfu have a lot of restrictions and a lot of eyes and ears, in addition to occasional and two old men, he is not as good as 30%.

I must practice my martial arts to a position of ecstasy. Others do not need to think about it for the time being.