I Really Like That Guy!

At night, in the monarch's bedroom, a faint light was beating, and the light and shadow of the room floated.

In the deep secret room, the old monarch was starved for several days, and lay dying in the corner, the whole person seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

There was no one to serve in this secret room, and there was a foul stench on his body, his old face was shriveled like a dry tree, and his hair was disheveled like hay.

He opened a pair of cloudy eyes and stayed in the dark environment for a long time. When he saw the light for the first time, he closed it as if he had been stabbed, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Poison woman, when the widow goes out, you will be smashed to pieces!" The old man shouted hoarsely.

A Luo walked over briskly, squatted down in front of the old man, and said, "Unfortunately, you can't get out anymore."

The old man was panting and said, "What did you do? Why did the widow disappear for so long, and the widow's dead servant didn't come to save the widow?"

"Eleven." Arlo called softly.

The tall man stepped forward, holding a lamp in his hand, and the orange light reflected on his face, making the face that was exactly the same as the monarch clearly revealed.

However, although his face looks like an old man, his voice has the magnetic texture of an adult man: "Princess."

The old man squinted and watched for a while, before finally seeing his appearance, his pupils suddenly shrank, his face full of horror.

"You, you..." He was speechless, too shocked to speak.

A Luo smiled and said: "How is it? Like you? Now, inside and outside the palace, everyone knows that the monarch loves the concubine the most."

The old man took two breaths, and finally came over a little, without directly pouting.

He knew that he would probably be planted here for the rest of his life, and he was afraid that he would never have the chance to see the sun again for the rest of his life. At the moment, his heart was ashes, and he spoke bitterly and resentfully: "Poison woman, since you already have a plan, what are you doing here? Are you here to humiliate the widow?"

A Luo shook his head, took the pen and paper from Eleven, and gave the old man a threatening smile: "No, I'm just here to ask you some questions, I hope you'd better answer honestly."

The old man is not a fool. He immediately knew that this woman must be trying to get some information or clues from his hands, and he immediately said with a shock: "You let the widow out, and you will agree to whatever widow you want! Concubine Ai, you Do you want glory, wealth or what? All the widows will be given to you!"

A Luo frowned slightly, and the dark guard standing silently next to him raised his hand and slapped the old man with a whip.

Where has the old man suffered such torture? He is used to being pampered. He was on the verge of collapse after being trapped for the past two days. The pain on him at this time was the last straw.

A Luo did not change his face, and said slowly: "Don't forget, you are no longer a monarch, but my prisoner. You can choose not to answer my questions, or I can torture you, it depends on whether you want to live comfortably or uncomfortable in your old age. already."

The old man shrank to avoid the whip. The whip seemed to have eyes, and each stroke could accurately hit him on the sore spot. He dragged his heavy body and rolled around in the secret room. : "The widow said, all said!"

Dealing with state affairs is not an easy task. Eleven naturally has no knowledge in this area. Arlo can govern a country, but she can't overtake it on the bright side.

Therefore, it is still necessary to lead the eleventh and truly grow into a wise monarch.

Contacting the memorial is only the first step. What Arlo has to do is to control this huge dynasty in his own hands.

The Yan Guo Building will collapse, but it is not impossible to save.

There are only two of them, so everything must be done with caution, otherwise, if you take one wrong step, you will lose the whole game.

What Eleven observed before was only the behavior of the old monarch. Imitation can only imitate a person's appearance, but cannot imitate his inner self.

It is for this time that the old monarch is left behind.

The reason why the old monarch was so reassuring to hand things over to his ministers was because he held a trump card in his hand, the Investigation Department of the Yan Kingdom.

The Investigation Department is an agency that belongs to the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom. They are mysterious and powerful. They never appear in front of people. They have been hiding in the dark and investigating everyone in the entire Yan Kingdom. When the monarch controls this institution, it is equivalent to grasping the handle of everyone. This is his real right.

Those secrets are all hidden in the old monarch's head, A Luo and Eleven must dig out the information bit by bit.

Fortunately, as a secret guard, Eleven is proficient in torture to extract confessions, and the old king is a person who is extremely afraid of death, so this matter is not difficult.

The old monarch is old and mature, and he must have reservations, but they have a long time and can slowly grind with him.

After everything was over, the two returned to the dormitory, and A Luo rolled onto the bed with a smile and waved at the "Old King" standing there.

"Your Majesty, come~" She smiled like a sly little fox.

Eleven's Adam's apple rolled slightly, cleared his throat unconsciously, and walked over slowly.

In that deep underground, they are master and servant, and once they return to the surface, they become husband and wife again.

Yes, in Eleven's view, this is the husband and wife.

Sleep on the same bed, eat a bowl of soup together, and get along with each other closely.

It's not that he didn't hear other people talking on Eleven. Everyone was saying that the imperial concubine loved His Majesty deeply, and he could see the joy in her eyes when she faced him.

He didn't dare to think, was it real, or was it just her disguise?

When living in Yiguo, it was not that he had not heard rumors about Princess Anle. Some people said that she was arrogant and domineering, some people said that she was ignorant of human life, and some people said that she was stupid and arrogant.

Before following the Seventh Princess, he stayed in the dark guard camp because he was not selected.

The days in the dark guard camp are very regular, and completing the tasks assigned by the superiors is the whole of his life.

Later, he went to the Seventh Princess. The Seventh Princess was a cowardly girl. She seemed quiet and reserved. She stayed in her palace every day and lived a hard life.

Seventeen would occasionally pity her, and would secretly bring her something to eat in the kitchen, so that the little princess could live in this deep palace.

Eleven has never done this before, he only sticks to his duty as a secret guard and protects the safety of the Seventh Princess.

Seventeen also said that he was cold-blooded, but in fact, he had no extraneous feelings for any master.

He is a secret guard, and he only needs to obey the master's orders, and he should not have his own thoughts.

The leader of the dark guard battalion once said that Eleven is the most qualified dark guard and the most dangerous one.

He has no feelings for his master, just like a knife, as long as he becomes his master, he can drive him, so when the master changes, he can immediately turn his head and fight against the original master.

On the large bed, the girl's dark and bright eyes seemed to be full of stars. She looked at him with affection and called softly, "Your Majesty."

Eleven was suddenly in a trance, as if he had really become the monarch of the Yan Kingdom, the beautiful girl lying on the bed, and his beloved concubine.

Do weapons have feelings? He didn't think so before, but at this moment, he obviously felt hesitant.

"Princess, there are no outsiders here, you don't have to... so." He said hoarsely.

In response to him, the girl said: "Eleven, I found that you have become more courageous. Didn't you listen to me before?"

Eleven knelt on one knee beside the bed and said solemnly, "Please punish the princess."

A Luo was lying on the bed, just in line with his eyes, she smiled and looked at him: "Do you really want me to punish you?"

As soon as these words came out, Eleven's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously remembered the girl's hot flashes the other night, the tiny gnawing in her ears, and the numbness that spread all over her body.

Seeing his eyelashes trembling slightly, the girl laughed softly, her laughter pleasant.

Before seeing her, he never knew that there were such girls in the world. She can be vicious, cunning, intelligent, arrogant, decisive, and tender.

"Eleven, do you know what I want to do?"

A cool hand touched his face and slowly moved behind his ear. Over the past few days, Eleven has become accustomed to her touch, and has not reacted too much, only the tips of her ears are slightly red under the ravages of the girl.

"Princess for the country's righteousness." Is it for Yiguo? In Eleven's view, there is only such a possibility.

He didn't tell her that in the letter from Yiguo a few days ago, he did not give Yiguo any awards.

"No," the girl said lightly, "I'm for myself. If they throw me out without hesitation, then I'll make their hopes in vain."

A Luo asked him, "Eleven, will you be loyal to me?"

Eleven said decisively: "My subordinates will always be loyal to the princess."

The girl leaned slightly, her face was as clean as jade, her bright white skin was dotted with bright black eyes, and her curled eyelashes were like butterfly wings. Under the pointed little nose, there are lips with red lips like petals.

Her tender and fair hands held up his face, slowly approached him, and placed a light kiss on his forehead.

The warm lips touched his skin, and a little bit of heat wrapped in a faint fragrance, penetrated into the nose, straight into the lungs.

Eleven did not dare to hide, and there was no way to hide. He was stiff and unable to move.

At this moment, even a young child can kill him at will.

"Very good, this is a reward for you." She murmured, like a queen showing grace to her subjects.

Eleven's eyes fell, and the dark eyes hidden in the shadows were as dark as night.

"Next, I need a child." The girl's voice sounded again, she let go of his face, the faint fragrance and the temperature of her fingertips, together with no nostalgia to evacuate.

She said slowly: "A child born from my womb, the king's child. You can find someone for me and make me pregnant..."

Before he finished speaking, the stiff body cracked layer by layer and suddenly recovered, and a low, hoarse male voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest: "No."

His sharp black eyes, which were different from his old face, stared at her, and for the first time, his dark eyes showed a clear emotion.

It was the only resistance in his life, the secret longing, the only light in the darkness.

The girl smiled clearly, and the posture of lying on her side showed a graceful posture. She waved to him gently: "Of course, we have an easier way, don't we?"

"My majesty, give me a child?"