The garden was quiet again, but this time everyone was frightened by the suddenly appearing teenager and Ye Zhizhou who didn't know what to do.
"Don't want it?" The teenager slowly withdrew his hand and lowered his head slightly. His dark hair crossed his shoulders from behind and fell on his chest. It melted into the gold-colored black robe. "Dean, push me over."
The ordinary looking middle-aged eunuch respectfully pushed him slowly to Ye Zhizhou.
Before the other party was slightly blocked by the flowers and trees, I didn't think that now when people approached, the sense of danger became more serious.Ye Zhizhou instinctively tightened his back, his hands clenched unconsciously, driving the rattle to make a dull knock.
The black robe's gaze moved to his hand, his long eyelashes moved, and the hand on his leg was raised again, but in the direction of his hand, the wide sleeve slipped between the movements, revealing a pale and thin Thin wrists, "This snare drum..." White and long fingers rested on the back of his hand and pressed slightly, "Is it for me?"
The place pressed on the back of the hand is cool, and the place looked at by the other party is also cool.He couldn't help moving, but he didn't pull it away completely. His eyes swept the golden crowns on the teenager's hair and the complicated golden stripes on the belt, pressing down the creepy feeling in his brain. He said in a low voice, "Eight Prince?"
"Don't you give this?" The teenager slowly withdrew his hand and looked at him, suddenly he stood with his hands on the wheelchair armrest and stood up hard. The delicate face did not know when to bring a trace of sickly red, "You Why not come?"
Ye Zhizhou was almost scared by this weird boy. It was obviously the weather of spring, and the scenery in the garden was also first-class. The air even brought a hint of flowers from the warm wind, but the person in front of him His eyes and tone made him feel that he was standing by the lake after the winter snow. The scenery was cold, the wind was cold, and the air was cold. Even people were cold.
After standing up, the teenager became more and more eye-catching. Obviously, it was a black gown with a heavy weight that was depressed, but he wore a soft feeling that he could not catch lightly.Step by step, he slowly walked in front of Ye Zhizhou, his dark eyes looked at him motionlessly, raised his hand, caught his shoulder, and then leaned slowly, leaning his head against the position of his heart , Closed his eyes, "Catch you, you are mine."
What the hell!
Some guessed the identity of the other party. Ye Zhizhou did not dare to move, but stood stiffly, because the nervous energy began to chaos around his body, "That... do you want this rattle? You back away a little, I send You." The other party was obviously just a younger boy who was shorter than himself by half of his head. The strangeness of this whole body made him unconsciously weak and embarrassing!What a shame!
The force on the shoulder increased slightly, and then slowly moved towards the neck.
......How to hold tighter!A faint scent of medicine came from the teenager, and then drifted into the nose along the warm wind. He uncomfortably raised his neck and looked at the middle-aged eunuch standing by the wheelchair. "Grandpa Dean, your master ..."
Suddenly a slight tingling sensation came from the back of the neck, and then the brain suddenly sank, the body was soft, and the mental power surrounding the body gradually stopped. "You..." He looked down in his arms in surprise. Young boy, his body slowly softened, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he knew nothing.
The other teenagers in the garden watched Ye Zhizhou get dizzy, hugged by the black-robed teenager and took a big wheelchair, and then pushed away by the silent eunuch along the flower-filled path, silly.
"Ah ah! An Chengle was captured by the monster!" Liu Gongzi, who had previously mocked Ye Zhizhou, suddenly screamed, breaking the strange calm in the garden.The other teenagers looked back one after another, looking at each other in panic, their faces full of daze and overwhelmed.
A gray-haired eunuch suddenly entered the garden with a large group of black robe guards, announcing, "Today's banquet is over. Please let the sons and daughters leave with these guards. The reward from the emperor's royal gift has been sent to your government. Remember, no Don’t say what you should say, otherwise..."
The teenagers with no life experience were frightened by his meaningful tone and the strange smile suddenly revealed, and they all lowered their heads and muttered, like a quail shrunk in the nest.
The eunuch smiled with satisfaction, waved towards the guard behind him, turned and chased in the direction of the teenager leaving.
When Ye Zhizhou woke up and found that she had arrived home, Mrs. Zhen Guogong was sitting beside his bed, weeping silently, and a tall man was standing beside the bed a few steps away. Looks.
"Yan'er, it's not my cruelty. Now that the decree is down, I can't do anything for my husband."
Zhen Guogong's wife Lou Yanqi wiped her tears, and there was a trace of pleading in her voice, and she was afraid, "Is there really no other way? Le'er just entered the palace one day and lay down and came back. …"
"If it doesn't work..." Zhen Guo Gong An Wenhua looked at his crying and swollen eyes wife, sighed and hugged her, patted her spine comfortably, thought for a while and said, "I will ask for it tomorrow The emperor sees if he can change to a companion candidate. Cheng Jie is much better than Le'er in literary talents, and should be able to...
Ok?Alternatives?!
"No! Cough cough cough..." Too quick to speak, choked with sorrow.He sat up and sat down smoothly, anxiously said, "I am willing to be a companion to the eighth prince, my father must not disobey the decree for me!" And don't change the protagonist into it, the seven princes still nest in the palace. !
Lou Yanqi distressed and helped him smoothly. He was disturbed and anxious when he heard the words, "What is your child's strength, where is the companionship so good, not to mention that the eighth prince requested that the companionship must live in In the palace, as far as you are concerned, you just lie back today, later, in the future..." Then I choked again, and the tears fell again.
"Mother." He took a serious expression, took her hand, and said seriously, "The eighth prince has a weird temperament, and we rush to ask for a substitution, which is likely to annoy him. The emperor now attaches great importance to the eighth prince, if we reverse the emperor's The heart of the beloved son of the time...Father, mother, Chun Wei just passed, and immediately it was a palace test. I can’t drag my brother back at this time."
Lou Yanqi froze, and An Wenhua looked at him in surprise. His serious expression softened a lot. He raised his hand and touched his head. He sighed, "Le'er grew up and knows to consider it for his family. Give eight It’s not easy for a prince to be a companion, can you think about it?"
"Think about it, I will try my best to do it well." He solemnly promised, and then looked at Lou Yanqi, took her hand, "Mother, you should follow me..."
Lou Yanqi leaned over and hugged him, crying more and more sad, "You silly boy..."
Finally he coaxed away the crying mother and the serious father. He lay down on the bed, pulled his sleeves and wiped his face, turned over and touched the pillow, "Heaven?"
A purse with a black embroidered gold thread on the pillow suddenly shook. He was stunned and took the purse over to open it. Seeing Tongtian was lying inside, there was a small note next to it.A faint scent of ink came over with medicinal incense, and his brow moved, and he took out the note.
"When I wake up, you will be there. Mingyong."
Yan Mingyong, the eighth son of the emperor, the last son of the emperor, the biological mother was Hui Jieyu. He was poisoned at birth and had been in poor health. When he was 11 years old, he accidentally drank □□ which the rebels voted for the emperor. Xiaoming has turned into a super sick seedling that can be blown by the wind.The emperor was very guilty and sorry for him. He was almost responsive and one of the most nobles in the palace.
What a super sick seedling that can be blown by the wind, the drug is very skilled.
"Yan, Ming, and Yong." He grinded his teeth grimly, and raised his hand to touch the place where the back of the neck was stabbed. A cold light flashed in his eyes. "Thirteen-year-old dressed like a 33-year-old, and dare to scare people, Wait for me to enter the palace!
After returning home from Tianan Chengsheng's outing, he hurried to Ye Zhizhou's yard as soon as he got home, and packed all the luggage that the little guys had packed together back into the cupboard. Change! Stop it for me!"
Ye Zhizhou looked at the handsome and handsome cheap brother, and he couldn't substitute him with the concerned face at that time into the cold-blooded brother in the data for the protagonist's death.
"Big Brother." He motioned to Changshun Changfu to get out. He stepped forward and pressed An Chengsheng, who was angered, to the chair and sat down, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, and said seriously, "There are no more things to read. Turn around, brother, you can calm down."
"How do you want me to be calm!" An Chengsheng's face was full of anxiety and he was throbbing. "You don't know Lele, the eighth prince Yan Mingyong is not as simple as it seems. Before, he rarely appeared in front of people. Not all because the body is too bad to get out of bed, but—"
The door was pushed open with a bang, and the boy in a black robe sitting in a wheelchair looked straight in the direction of An Chengsheng. His eyes rolled thickly with an unknown emotion, "What is it? An Shizi."
An Chengsheng suddenly changed his face, reached out and grabbed one of Ye Zhizhou's arms to pull the person behind him, and the gentle breath of his body sank sharply, and became sharper, "His Royal Highness, don't come unharmed."
"Don't come unharmed." Yan Mingyong propped up the wheelchair armrest and stood up, a smile slowly appeared on his face, "Jiangnan fraud case, Huainan private salt case, Criminal Department Fang Tong, Librarian Wen Qian, Hube Yuan Chunyi, Western Army Zuoying Yang Youcai... Are these enough?"
An Chengsheng's body shook, looking at him with a horrified look, his body was tight, his hands were in control of fists, and a thin layer of cold sweat spread on his forehead.How can these eight hidden things and the hidden piles buried in various departments by the great prince know?!Do you have traitors in your own people?
Ye Zhizhou, who became more and more confused, stepped forward and frowned slightly, "What are you talking about?" What is the fraud case in the private salt case, and he can't remember mentioning it in the system?Does Tongtian begin to collapse again?
[Please trust the system.]
He ignored the light screen and looked at Yan Mingyong outside the door, grinning with a belly full of bad water, and said intimately, "His Royal Highness, are you here to listen to the story?"
Yan Mingyong looked at his smile, his eyes flickered, and stepped slowly. Without two steps, he suddenly stopped and bent down and coughed. Then he covered his lips and helped the door frame with one hand, and slowly fell to the ground.
Ye Zhizhou smiled stiffly, and saw him a weak look about to return to the west. The alarm bell in his heart made a big rush to squat down and help him. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?" Don't hang up now!If it hangs here, the emperor must destroy the town government!
With a slight cough again, Yan Mingyong took off his hand covering his mouth and suddenly grabbed his arm, leaned forward and leaned over. There was still blood on the corner of his mouth, but there was a very satisfied smile on his face. It's your turn...you are mine, mine."
Medicine incense began to drill into his nose again. He looked down at the blood stains on his sleeve, and then looked at the boy’s pale and ghostly face and the blood on the corner of his mouth, and choked.What to do, the eighth prince is a neuropathy, and what to read, is he still too late to repent?