Master…get up…”

He approached the bedside carefully, and Yelu Yan did not dare to speak too loudly because he knew that Yang Feng was angry when he woke him up. If he woke him up too loudly, he would definitely not have any good results.

However, such a small sound was not as loud as Yang Feng's snoring. Yang Feng didn't hear it at all, and he was still asleep.

There was no choice but to come to him quietly, pinch his nose gently and said: Get up, don’t get up again, the sun will shine on your butt."

Don't make trouble!"

After knocking out Yelu Yan's hand, Yang Feng turned over and fell asleep again, ignoring him at all.

He rolled his eyes helplessly, and Yelu Yan had to climb onto Yang Feng's bedside gently, and called out to his ears: Get up..."

bring it on!"

However, before he finished speaking, Yang Feng shouted loudly, hugged his body, and threw him onto the bed, turned over, pressed him under his body, and didn't open his eyes, and said with a wicked laugh: "Little naughty, I dared to disturb my dream early in the morning. Let's see how I deal with you. Come on, kiss me first, hehehe!"

As he said that, Yang Feng pouted and rushed into Yelu Yan's mouth.

Seeing this bloody mouth rushing towards him like a meteor rushing towards the moon, Yelu Yan couldn't help but twitch his face and screamed heart-wrenchingly: Master, don't, it's me!"

Uh...why is it a man's voice?

His body couldn't help but stagnate suddenly. Yang Feng's mouth suddenly stopped, and then he opened his sleepy eyes, but at this moment, what caught his eyes was not Ji Shishi's beautiful face, but Yelu Yan, the weak boy.

Moreover, their current distance is very close, and the difference between their mouths is just one millimeter away.

Even the breaths that the two people exhaled between each other could be completely poured into each other's noses 100%.

Hmm!

Suddenly, the two of them felt a churning in their stomachs, but in a moment, they all rushed to the head of the bed and spit out at the spittoon.

And while spitting, the two of them were also scrambling for the only spittoon, fighting for each other.

You guys, Yelu Yan, what do you want to do? While I'm sleeping, I'm molesting me? Vomit..." Yang Feng blushed and cursed, holding the spittoon tightly in his hand.

But soon, the spittoon was snatched by Yelu Yan and vomited again. Then he said angrily: Master, do you still have the face to say? Well, why are you carrying me to the bed? I think you want to molest me!"

Farting, I thought Shishi was here. It was not natural for us two legal couples to do anything. But you, sneaking into my bedside, what exactly are you doing?"

Didn’t I tell you to get up? Your Majesty has an order to go to the city gate to greet the Cupi delegation.”

What did you say? This is the emperor's will. You were wrong?"

Hearing his words, Yang Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said unyieldingly.

After Yelu Yan rolled his eyelids and thought about it, Leran nodded and said: Yes, please, okay. Your Majesty asks you to the city gate to strengthen the prestige of Nanzhao!”

Well, that's about the same!"

With a smile, Yang Feng nodded faintly, then looked at Yelu Yan and shouted coldly: Then you should get up when you ask me to get up, and you run to my bedside and blow breath in my ears. Why are you doing such an ambiguous thing? I thought my wife was here!"

Nonsense, I used to shout you to get up, but weren’t you beaten? Do I still dare to shout loudly?”

Yelu Yan felt a little aggrieved, Yang Feng couldn't help but sneer and said, "Yumu Head, you can't call me to get up loudly. You can find a few beauties to come to my bed and whisper to wake me up."

Well!

When his face twitched, Yelu Yan couldn't help but be speechless.

Master, Madam asked me to bring you facial wash water, hurry up...uh!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a chuckle suddenly sounded. Yue'er held a copper washbasin, took half a basin of water, and walked in with a smile on her face. However, she suddenly saw the two big men on the bed wrapped in a quilt, which was so unsightly that she was stunned.

Well... I don't know that you have such an intimate relationship besides the master-apprentice relationship. Sorry, I've disturbed you, I didn't see anything!"

As he said that, Yue'er put down the basin and ran away as if she was running away.

Yue'er!"

Seeing this scene, Yelu Yan couldn't help but shouted heartily: Don't get me wrong, I'm not that kind of person, I was forced to do it just now, and my master forced myself... Uh, I said it wrong, we are both innocent, don't think about it in a wrong way, I'm only interested in girls. No, I'm only interested in girls like you!"

He couldn't help but feel shocked. Yelu Yan quickly jumped out of the bed and hurriedly chased him out, fearing that Yue'er would have any misunderstandings about him.

Yang Feng yawned a long time and didn't care. He just vomited so much that his stomach was empty. He got up lazily, washed up casually, and went out for breakfast.

After breakfast, I have nothing to do anyway, so I will go to the city gate to see what the mission will be.

Of course, he cannot wear such formal diplomatic occasions too casually. He must wear that cool golden armor to highlight his nobility.

On the other hand, outside the city gate, the vast crowd had already been crowded.

Aguda led the city defense force to maintain order. Although Emperor Nanzhao did not come here, he welcomed five royal ancestors including Iron Battle Yi and all the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

However, something strange is that four of the five royal ancestors were all in golden armor and were majestic.

There was only one person wearing an ordinary royal robe. Although he looked expensive, he was not as domineering as the golden armor.

That's right, this person is the most respected iron battle suit among the royal ancestors.

Brother, I'll see Gandiro later. Your outfit is too unconventional. Why don't you wear our imperial dragon soul armor? This will show the style of our Tie Family and not be looked down upon by the seventh-ranked person!"

Ah? This…”

An old royal ancestor looked at the soft fabric of the iron war suit and spoke out in confusion.

Tie Zhanyi twitched his face and smiled awkwardly: That... I have had prickly heat recently. I was wearing heavy armor and covered it with panic. The imperial doctor suggested that I wear it cooler, hahaha!"

Ah? Brother Emperor, you have prickly heat? It’s impossible. Your third-level war emperor’s strongest man, who is as hard as iron, is he so easy to get prickly heat? Let me see where is it?"

Go and go, I started to speak, how nonsense, hum!"

The old brothers looked at him with concern, but saw him wave his hands in anger and look gloomy, and immediately stopped talking.

Iron Battle Yi did not look at them, but he was secretly sulking, but he couldn't vent, let alone mention it to others.

Did he tell others that his armor was at his doorstep and was directly snatched by Yang Feng?

Is that shameful? Do he want this old face?
Chapter completed!