I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 431 The hardware is not working.

Chu Liuzheng had already seen Xia Qiaoru standing outside the Donghua Gate, smiling and waving at her.

Almost there, almost there, just a little more.

Chu Liuzheng charged forward with all his might.

But then a cold shout came from behind: "Close the door!"

"boom!"

The half-open palace gates were closed by the guards working together.

Chu Liuzheng was caught off guard and crashed headfirst into the palace gate.

At the critical moment, Wu Shuang rushed to Chu Liuzheng's side like lightning. Xiao Jingfan bent down, scooped him up, and pulled him onto the horse, holding him tightly.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The rapid heartbeat echoed in his ears, and the aftereffects of the sprint made Chu Liuzheng dizzy and his throat dry. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was his own heartbeat or Xiao Jingfan's.

She collapsed into Xiao Jingfan's arms, feeling utterly drained of strength, her eyes fixed on the palace gates so close at hand, her eyes gradually reddening.

"I want to go home."

"From now on, the palace will be your home."

Xiao Jingfan wrapped his arms around her, lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, calming his heart which was about to leap out of his chest.

God knows what he felt when he saw that woman rush headlong into the palace gate.

Fortunately...

Wu Shuang strolled back on her own, her ponytail swinging leisurely. She walked very steadily and slowly, so that the two people on horseback did not feel any bumps.

Chu Liuzheng had no strength, but she still struggled: "I'm not going back."

Xiao Jingfan held her without saying a word, and wherever they went, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at them for long.

Feeling the tight constriction on his back, Chu Liuzheng closed his eyes wearily, his fingers clenching the dark fabric, crumpling the emperor's court robes into a mess.

The two men and one horse returned silently to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Xiao Jingfan lifted the person with closed eyes off the horse and carried him all the way into the bedchamber.

Zhou Gonggong dismissed everyone, leaving himself to guard the door, listening intently to the sounds inside, his face full of worry.

I wonder how this will turn out.

The chief eunuch was very worried.

The familiar sandalwood incense burned in the bedchamber. Xiao Jingfan quickly walked around the screen and placed the person on the dragon bed.

Upon touching the soft bed, Chu Liuzheng suddenly sprang to his feet, as if he had come to life, and pushed Xiao Jingfan away before running outside.

Xiao Jingfan scooped her up with his hand, rolled her onto the bed, and leaned down to kiss her rosy lips.

"Ugh!" Chu Liuzheng raised his hand to slap and his foot to kick.

Xiao Jingfan easily suppressed this weak resistance, grabbed the snow-white wrist with one hand and raised it above his head, leaned down and pressed down, his lips and teeth invading even deeper.

"Ugh... let... let go!" Chu Liuzheng bit down hard on the troublesome tongue, and taking advantage of Xiao Jingfan's momentary daze in pain, he kicked his knee upwards between his legs with force.

Xiao Jingfan narrowly avoided the attack, then angrily pinched the face of the person beneath him, forcing his jaw to open slightly.

"Well!"

The golden lotus on the screen shimmered with a faint light.

The bed was in disarray, and light red and dark black clothes were tightly tangled together.

Both of them were furious, their mouths filled with the stench of blood, making it impossible to tell whose was whose.

It wasn't like a kiss; it was more like two wild beasts tearing at each other with their sharp teeth, venting their rage. All their anger was being released between their lips and teeth, a back-and-forth, neither giving an inch.

Until the oxygen in their chests ran out, until the two of them had no more strength left.

Heads and necks intertwined, bodies nestled together.

The young emperor held the person in his arms, gently pecking and kissing their pink neck, his words carrying a soothing tone.

Chu Liuzheng's lips parted slightly as he gasped for breath.

[Tsk, it's been so long since I've had such a satisfying kiss.]

Xiao Jingfan was taken aback, his chapped lips slowly curving upwards. He lowered his head and kissed the other man's equally chapped lips from his smooth chin, showering him with a series of delicate, persistent kisses. Chu Liuzheng raised his hand and pushed him away, glancing sideways with his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty, you are impotent."

[Pshaw, what's the point of kissing if you can't even get an erection? Your hardware isn't up to

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He gritted his teeth and leaned down to kiss her again.

This time the kiss was very gentle, with licks, kisses, and caresses, full of tenderness.

Chu Liuzheng raised her hand and loosely wrapped it around his neck. The rich sandalwood scent filled her breath, making her drowsy.

Upon realizing that the person beneath him had stopped moving, the emperor, who had been kissing him passionately, looked up and immediately turned pale.

Chu Liuzheng's eyes were gently closed, his breathing even, and he had actually fallen asleep.

It was a 100-meter race followed by a heated argument, a rollercoaster of emotions that left me mentally and physically exhausted.

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

This woman!!!
He lowered his head and bit those rosy lips as if to vent his anger, sucking on them for a long time until they were red, swollen, and broken before reluctantly letting go. He then gently licked them, his gloom completely gone, and he hugged her tightly with satisfaction.

At the door, Zhou Gonggong, who was listening intently, heard nothing but a few curses and was so anxious that he almost pressed his ear against the door.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Zhou Yuande nearly fell headfirst inside, quickly grabbing the doorframe. Looking up, he saw that His Majesty seemed to be in a good mood.

The head eunuch laughed, then suddenly noticed the sore on the emperor's lip, and exclaimed "Ouch!" before hurriedly searching for ointment to apply to Xiao Jingfan.

Xiao Jingfan waved his hand and ordered, "Call Feng Jing here."

Zhou Yuande immediately ordered people to do so, and then helped the emperor change out of his court robes, treated his wounds, and stood by to fan him.

Feng Jing hadn't arrived yet, but Lü Fei had.

It turned out that Xia Qiaoru saw that Chu Liuzheng hadn't come out yet and the palace gates were closed, so she rushed over and pounded on the door, begging it to be opened.

The guards at the palace gate tried to dissuade her twice, but seeing that she not only ignored them but also became more aggressive, they were about to arrest her and beat her. Fortunately, Lü Fei happened to pass by and, upon hearing about the incident, considered his friendship with Chu Liuzheng and was prepared to release her. However, Xia Qiaoru begged him to release Chu Liuzheng instead.

Lu Fei then inquired in detail, and it turned out that the emperor had actually taken the person back on horseback.

He clicked his tongue, thought it over and over, and decided to come and see (the excitement).

After listening to his report, Xiao Jingfan pondered for a moment and ordered Lü Fei to take Xia Qiaoru away and settle her in, and to wait until Chu Liuzheng woke up before discussing the matter further.

Lu Fei glanced at his injured lips a few more times, then accepted the order and left. As he went out, he ran into Feng Jing, who was rushing over, and was startled by Feng Jing's blood-covered appearance.

"Dr. Feng, this..." He pointed to the four bloody marks on Feng Jing's face, "...were scratched by chicken claws?"

"No," Feng Jing said, his eyebrows drooping. "It's a long story."

Seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, Lü Fei didn't press him for details. He told him to cover his face with a handkerchief so as not to startle the Emperor.

Feng Jing didn't think the emperor would be frightened by a few bloodstains, but he still listened to Lü Fei, covered his injured left cheek with a handkerchief, and walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After he paid his respects, Xiao Jingfan told him to get up and asked in confusion, "What happened to your face?"

Feng Jing sighed, "It's a long story."

Xiao Jingfan: "Is it related to Doctor Qin?"

Feng Jing looked up at him. How could the emperor be so gossipy?
Xiao Jingfan immediately became certain that it was definitely related to Doctor Qin.

He asked, "Do you really not want me to grant you a marriage?"

Feng Jing shook his head decisively: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but forced relationships are never sweet, and I don't want to force her."

Xiao Jingfan disagreed. He believed that if things were forced, at least there would be some gossip to be had, while if they weren't forced, there would be nothing at all.

His Majesty the Emperor quietly savored the kiss he had just shared in bed; it still felt quite sweet.

As Feng Jing looked at it, he noticed something interesting: "How did your lip get injured?"

Xiao Jingfan gave a reserved "hmm," but smiled without saying anything more.

Feng Jing: ? ? ?
How could he discern smugness and boastfulness in the emperor's smile?
Is getting injured something to brag about?

(End of this chapter)