I [Imperial] Am This Type of Man

Ji Jinrong left under the hot eyes of the doctors.

He wanted to win the King of the Sun's family to check and balance King Zhennan, but he couldn't rush.

It will be revealed as soon as possible. When exposed, the lingering and lingering little seedlings of the Changsun family will be brutally removed.

Sad, sad.

Ji Jinrong returned to Zhengyang Palace sadly, copying the book silently, one to practice calligraphy, and the other to deepen his impression.

Since he might return to Da Zhou in the end, how can he go back without a bit of stuff!

I should recite a few articles to make the old lady happy, copy a few recipes to make his Shang Shangshu happy, and more importantly, I must sacrifice myself to try more food here. eat!

Thinking about it, Ji Jinrong was so touched by his spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, that he decided to eat an extra bowl of rice at noon in recognition.

When Ji Jinrong shamelessly complimented himself, King Zhennan had sent people to arrest those who were behind the flames.

If Ji Jinrong saw the people under King Zhennan's hands, I'm afraid I could recognize them immediately: This dress and this skill are the black riding camp under Wei Tingjun's hands! All of them were wearing black marching uniforms and black armor, only the sword in their hands glowed with silver.

More importantly, the soldiers from the black riding camp were all murderous, and they were all comparable to other generals!

The people of the Black Riding Camp surrounded several mansions and quickly took away several officials and members of the royal family.

Even though the new emperor has already ascended the throne, many people still do not give up.

King Zhennan heard the reports from his subordinates, without blinking: "Kill." Let them know that everyone can't be stunned at that position.

"But," the reporters hesitated. "They don't want to confess, and we—" No evidence!

King Zhennan glanced at the reporter and instructed another lieutenant standing next to him: "You go."

The general responded suddenly: "Observe!"

King Zhennan was satisfied. What confession, what evidence? It is to let them know that whether they admit it, or whether they leave evidence, as long as they dare to move, he dares to kill.

The reporting man's neck seemed to be pinched, uncomfortably speechless. He also wanted to persuade him again, "Master Wang—"

King Zhennan couldn't see the thoughts of his subordinates. They were afraid that he would be unpopular, and it would not be easy to attract courtiers and families in the future.

It is a pity that King Zhennan has no interest in attracting people.

The king of Zhennan commanded: "Come on, Qiu Hunting matters will be entrusted to you. At that time, there will be Turkic envoys, but don't let any moths fall on me."

The reporter looked at it for a moment, and quickly responded. Qiu Hunting was about to take down heavy drugs to suppress those stupid things, so that they wouldn't take the opportunity to make things happen and let the Turks read the joke.

After seeing the joke, it was the next thing. They were most afraid that they could see the unstable situation in the Daqi dynasty. These unbelievable brutalities can definitely be done.

King Zhennan again asked people to "write" the original story and send it to the Imperial College as a confession.

As Ji Jinrong said, Li Zhengyuan is innocent. Because Li Zhengyuan scolded him face-to-face before the thief went there, and Li Zhengyuan had some encounters with some of the Guozi Supervisors, and he became a **** in those looks. From the simple and rude framing in the front and the “partiality” exposed everywhere, to the crowd gathering and arrogance in the righteousness behind the scenes, all of them are clasped together, which is nothing more than trying to make something messy, so that they can find fish in muddy water.

Unfortunately, they first met Ji Jinrong, who had an insight into everything, and caught up with him to return to Beijing.

The conspiracy was discovered and his life was lost.

King Zhennan thought of Ji Jinrong's bright eyes, and his heart was fiery.

It is for this day to destroy so many worlds and carry so many sins.

To meet again this day.

He never cared about the life or death of others, he didn't care about other people's opinions, he only cared about that person-God just wanted to **** him away.

In that case, he will become a person who scares "God."

He wants "Oh my God" to obediently send people back.

King Zhennan returned to Zhennan King's Mansion and changed his blood-stained armor. He put on a clean robe, entered the palace again, and went straight to the Zhengyang Palace where Ji Jinrong was.

He Tai is kneeling outside the study.

The king of Zhennan smiled slightly. He crossed Ho Tai and walked straight into the study. Looking up, Ji Jinrong is practicing calligraphy, her wrists are no longer slender and weak, and her posture of holding the pen is extremely straightforward.

Ji Jinrong heard the footsteps and looked up at King Zhennan.

The moment he heard He Tai kneel outside the door, he knew that the entire palace had been taken down by King Zhennan. He was a real puppet, and there was someone around him. This person was not available. Nan Wang is well versed in the capital.

The south king of the town is not only mad, but extremely confident.

He sent He Tai, meaning "I know you want to use this person, use it, use it, I'll transfer it to you, and see what waves you can make."

Ji Jinrong knew that he made He Tai kneel because he was angry.

Even he was helpless, how could He Tai disobey the king of Zhennan. Ji Jinrong put down her pen and said, "He Tai."

He Tai, a spirit outside the door, responded in a hurry: "Here!"

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Ji Jinrong said: "Go to the treasury and get ink for the uncle."

A joy in He Tai's heart, he struck across the door, hurriedly rushed to the side of the house, and fetched new ink for Ji Jinrong.

The King of Zhennan heard Ji Jinrong's instructions to He Tai to do things, only felt that he was scratching his heart, and he couldn't immediately dismantle and swallow him.

However, Ji Jinrong cannot be scared. Ji Jinrong is different from him, and has just begun this interesting journey-can't rush too fast, forcing Ji Jinrong too tight.

King Zhennan knelt down on one knee, saluting Ji Jinrong: "I've seen Your Majesty."

With the lesson from the palace gate, Ji Jinrong didn't step forward to help, but stood up and said, "Not necessary," he said quietly, "only you and me, no need to be polite."

King Zhennan still grasped Ji Jinrong's hand and thanked him with gratitude: "Thank you for your gratitude. But courtiers are not for others to show," he held Ji Jinrong's hand tightly, watching Ji Jinrong, "He is for his servant of."

Ji Jinrong felt sweating from her palm. His hands were tightly wrapped in the generous palms of Zhennan King, only he felt a kind of intent to drill from the palm of his hand to his head, making him whole.

This time Ji Jinrong couldn't even scold him out of fear, fearing that he would be even more wanton after scolding Zhennan King.

Ji Jinrong could only look at Zhennan King and said, "Let go."

The king of Zhennan rejoiced at Shang Ji Jinrong's eyes.

It is indeed his Majesty, not so easily scared.

The King of Zhennan did not let go, but instead held Ji Jinrong's wrist around his hometown: "Yi Xia has been practicing the word for too long, his wrist must be very sour, Chen knows the acupuncture points in his body, and Rong Chen rubs and presses his Majesty. Disappear. "

Ji Jinrong: "..."

King Zhennan said eagerly, and all on his face was "I'm thinking about your Majesty".

Who is it?

Ji Jinrong's ears were red with anger, but it was thought that the body was insulting, and the original owner would not face the temper with Zhennan King. He could only sit back in position under Zhennan King's gaze, and obediently extended his hand.

King Jinnan's fingers with thick cocoons rubbed Ji Jinrong's delicate skin, as if he had to touch every place on Ji Jinrong's wrist to find the right acupuncture point. It wasn't until Ji Jinrong could endure to withdraw his hand, that he just rubbed against several acupoints and pressed gently.

The king of Zhennan did not know where it was. Ji Jinrong felt his wrists were weak and could not move at all.

King Zhennan said: "It may hurt a little bit next time, if your Majesty can't stand it, you can shout."

Ji Jinrong stared at King Zhennan.

The energy in the hands of Zhennan King slightly increased.

Ji Jinrong's forehead quickly exuded cold sweat, and it hurt.

King Zhennan pressed his finger to another place: "Your Majesty doesn't have to bear-"

Ji Jinrong realized that this would be more painful, and could not help holding down the palm of King Zhennan with his other hand, and wanted to stop King Zhennan.

He noticed that the palms on the back of his hands were a little wet, and Zhennan Wang Waner said, "It's just a click. Your Majesty is a man. Don't worry."

Ji Jinrong released his hand doubtfully.

King Zhennan rubbed it a few times, making Ji Jinrong feel sore and numb. As Ji Jinrong relaxed, the king of Zhennan suddenly added gravity.

Ji Jinrong's tears burst into tears: "It hurts!"

Zhennan Wang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for Ji Jinrong. He said: "Pain is only useful. Your Majesty can see if this hand is more flexible than before."

Ji Jinrong moved his right hand suspiciously and found that it was much more flexible than before, as if the meridians in it had all been opened.

Although Ji Jinrong was annoyed by the king of Zhennan's passing, he was not a person who didn't know any good. He said muffled, "Thanks."

King Jinnan said, "Why would your Majesty thank the minister? The minister should do anything for her Majesty." He gazed at Ji Jinrong, "If His Majesty is willing, he can clear the body's meridians--"

Ji Jinrong said vigilantly, "No need!"

The thought of Zhennan King rubbing his body up and down, Ji Jinrong is all bad!

King Zhennan speaks with a grand voice, as if he has nothing wrong with him: "Your Majesty doesn't want to. It's over. His Majesty has passed sixteen this year, which is a bit late for learning martial arts. If you want to practice riding or shooting You have to endure this bitterness. "

Ji Jinrong: "..."

Thinking of the difference in height, physique and force between Jinnan King and Ji Nanrong, Ji Jinrong's small heart was severely hit. He said with a grimace, "Let's talk." He would rather find someone to try ...

The king of Zhennan narrowed his eyes.

He knew his Majesty. His Majesty is by no means a wait-and-see character, not to mention this little bitterness, no matter how difficult his Majesty won't blink. The reason why he didn't agree was that he didn't trust him or noticed his overly exposed desires. In the style of His Majesty, he will never miss the opportunity to strengthen his own strength-

King Jinnan warned: "Your Majesty, this is the minister's unique secret law, and no one else can."

He can tolerate Ji Jinrong's trusted eunuchs and close officials, but that's all. He will never tolerate other people touching Ji Jinrong's body—even if it's just a "borrowed" body.

Ji Jinrong: "..."

Did he speak out?