The Yongyan Hall was full of court doctors, Ye Zhizhou stayed away from the crowd and squatted at the junction of the inner hall and the cloister, watching the black robe guards guarding the corner, poking the system in his heart, "Are you missing information again? How can the eighth prince have Zijin guards?" These are all emperor's private soldiers, and their rights are elevated outside the Chaotang system. They only recognize one master in their lives, and they are the best dark knife in the hands of the emperor.In the original plot, the seven princes wanted to conquer them after ascending the throne. Unfortunately, the soldiers did not buy it. All of them took poison and committed suicide to continue to protect the emperor.
[The system has given all the information.]
Rolling his eyes in his heart, he poked out the plot data and found it.The original plot data did not draw much attention to the sick and short-lived eighth prince. His existence seems to be just to provide a springboard for An Chengjie to enter the Dayan royal circle.Because of his health and age, he was particularly unremarkable among the many outstanding princes, and he only had a few descriptions when he died.In a huge palace, only the emperor was really sad for his death, and he was seriously ill for a month.With the reminder of An Chengjie, the seven princes took the opportunity to show their diligence in front of the emperor, brushing up the empathy of the emperor, and laying a solid foundation for his superiors.
He turned off the information and frowned unconsciously.In the morning, An Chengsheng said that the eighth prince was not simple, and then the eighth prince mentioned some cases and names that were not inscribed in the system data, plus the Zijin guard who was guarding here in a protective posture... The various performances were not in the original plot. The eight princes who looked at it were completely different and really suspicious.
"The emperor is here!"
The sharp announcement broke through the night sky, and he looked up in the direction where the sound came out, and saw a bright yellow figure hurrying under the lights of a group of people, and the female guards in the palace were kneeling and saluting. .
Almost forgot that this is an ancient society with heavy ceremonies... He bowed his head helplessly, and also knelt to the ground with the movement of everyone, trying to minimize the sense of existence.However, the hopeless man wished that the bright yellow figure suddenly stopped when passing by the corridor, and then a majestic voice sounded not far above his head, "You are An Chengle?"
He moved, trying to raise his head and fearing that he would not face the taboo of "cannot face the Holy Face", he just straightened his body slightly and replied, "It is the Caomin to return to the Emperor."
"Get up, follow me in." After that, I continued walking forward.
A little eunuch came out from behind the emperor, stooped down and stopped beside him, reaching for a gesture of invitation, but respectful but not to be refused.Ye Zhizhou straightened up to look at him, and then looked at the emperor who had hurriedly entered the inner hall, and sighed in his heart.In ancient times, this was bad. The imperial power was greater than the sky.It's annoying to kneel.
After Emperor Yan entered the hall, he first looked at Yan Mingyong, who was lying unconscious in his bed. After a while, he called Taiyi to ask about the situation. After learning that Yan Mingyong was coughing up blood because of emotional excitement, he suddenly fell into a coma. Afterwards, his expression changed, and then looked deeply at Ye Zhizhou standing in the corner, a thoughtful look.
Ye Zhizhou's cold hair was seen to be erected, could not help swallowing, and rubbed back.Not to blame him for counseling. It was really scary that the eighth prince was crazy to vomit blood and kept smiling. Now he is frustrated by his instinct of surname Yan.
Fortunately, Emperor Yan quickly withdrew his gaze and sat there with his face open and meditating for a while, and suddenly said, "Stay with Mingyong." After that, he got up and took a group of people to hula and left.Soon afterwards, a large pile of rewards and precious medicinal herbs were sent to the Yongyan Hall. Hearing the eunuch's meaning, it seemed that there were another bunch of richer rewards sent to the town government.
The emperor is really rich... This is the only thought of Ye Zhizhou after turning over the gift list.
Early the next morning, he woke up in the partial hall of Yongyan Hall, and moved, and found that he was a little dull and looked down suspiciously, but he was almost scared by what he saw.
The teenager in a white tunic slept in his arms, his hands and feet all wrapped around him, his face leaned against his heart, and the black hair was scattered on the two slightly messy, mixed with his scattered hair , There is a kind of ambiguous intimacy.
The brain was a little dazed, and then Ding Ling was arrogantly ringing the alarm!Why did the person lying in the main hall who appeared unconscious yesterday appear on his bed?!And he didn't even notice that someone had climbed onto his bed, which was unscientific, and his mental power could not be so unprepared!
Wait, not guarded?
A flash of light flashed through my mind, and then a conjecture that surprised and frightened.There is only one person who can make him so unprepared in this world, that is, his lover who has some problems in the brain of each world, and yesterday the eighth prince’s neurotic appearance...but his own mental strength is in the other side. Why is there no response when approaching?The last world is quite exciting... Is it that the other party's weak chicken in his life has disappeared even that sprouting spirit?
Various conjectures are played in the brain, and the mental energy is hovering around the other party's brain, hesitating to dare to penetrate.If the other party is a lover, they are naturally happy, but if not... the weak chicken body of the eighth prince and the brain with a problem at first glance may not be able to support a round of mental scanning...
Reason and emotion are at war with each other. His complex expression looks down at the young man who is entangled with himself. He can't bear it, but he can't help it. He stretches his hands boldly and touches his pants.The mental scan is temporarily not working, but there is another way to try it.I don’t know if the birthmark on the lover’s ass has every life... There is a sense of guilt in the heart, and he shakes his finger and pinches the other’s clothes up, and then leans towards the waist... Amitabha, God Will forgive him for his crime at the moment.
"what are you doing?"
The back of the hand was cold, and then he was held tightly.
!!!
Ye Zhizhou's eyes widened in fright, and he subconsciously held his breath and looked towards the person in his arms.
Yan Mingyong got up slowly, and slowly tightened his hands to his front. The wide neckline slipped slightly because of his movements, revealing a white and thin chest, probably because of the reason that he just woke up, and his pale face had A trace of thin red that didn't seem obvious, the more he looked more gorgeous, "Like my body?"
"Huh?" Ye Zhizhou was a little silly.Boy, your reaction is not the same as what he imagined. Question?What about punishment?Rebuke him for pervert?
A smile appeared on the pale face, and his eyes were full of joy. Before the voice change period, there was a trace of dumbness in the voice, "That’s all for you." Then he pulled the neckline and pressed his hand to his neck. Between, "Do I need to teach you?"
Help is abnormal!
Withdrawing his hand like an electric shock, he climbed a little farther away from the other side, looked sideways, and stiffly shifted the topic, "It's not early, is your lord hungry? I'll wait for you to get up and wash."
The smile on Yan Mingyong's face disappeared and he didn't answer. He just sat on the back of the bed and stared at him dumbly. His gaze moved from his still fat face to three inches below the navel, and his fingers moved. "Don't you grow up yet? Yes, you're only sixteen at the end of the year."
Your child is only 13 years old!Are you normal?
"It's okay." Yan Mingyong raised his hands to his collar and smiled again. A strange light flashed in his dark eyes, "I've grown up."
...This is more terrible!
Throughout the morning, Ye Zhizhou was in a numbness that was over frightened. Yan Mingyong stayed at his side, and did not harass him. He read the book quietly.At lunch, the emperor came over and accompanied the two to a good mood after eating lunch. Before leaving, he gave Ye Zhizhou a lot of things.After the meal, Yan Mingyong couldn't help falling asleep after taking the medicine. Ye Zhizhou slowly took away the hand he put on himself and whispered to Dean. After Dean settled the other party, he sneaked into the study and took some papers , I wrote a few lines with a brush like a dog crawling and secretly ran out of Yongyan Hall.
The palaces of the princes were not far from each other. He avoided the patrolling guards and touched the residence of the seven princes, Deyang Temple, spreading his energy to cover himself, and spent a lot of effort to touch the bedroom window and push it a little bit away. At the window, a finger flicked the note to the pillow of the Seventh Prince, and then closed the window and left quickly.
In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zhizhou found that Yan Mingyong climbed onto his bed again, and his 2s mental power seemed to be a decoration, not even aware of the other party's approach.Silently wiped his face, he stretched his hand toward the opponent's waist unwillingly.The next second, the wrist was held, and the head next to his neck moved, still sounding drowsiness in his ear, "Leer thinking?"
"No." He withdrew his hands, feeling that he was too embarrassing yesterday and decided to be bullish, deliberately stiff, "You are too thin, I see you are not interested. Also, don't call me happy Son, please call me Anko."
The force on his wrist tightened and then loosened, and the man wrapped in his arms slowly stood up, looked at him with no expression, and did not speak or move.His heart lifted slightly, and he unconsciously tightened his scalp.
"Le'er." For a long time, just when Ye Zhizhou felt that the air in the bed tent was getting thinner and thinner, he swallowed and swallowed to prepare for counseling, the other party spoke, and then leaned his fingers over and gently touched his cheek. , "I remember you have a nasty brother named An Chengjie."
He froze, his heart slightly raised, not understanding why the other party suddenly mentioned the name of the protagonist.
"After you broke his reputation in the Treasure Pavilion, he closed the shop." Slowly lowered his fingers, caught his neck, and gently touched, "Xizigui, this is the name of his newly opened restaurant."
The protagonist opened the restaurant so quickly?
"Le'er." The force of stroking on the neck was slightly increased, and the thin boy came over, and the smell of medicine quickly invaded his sense of smell. "You can't escape." The body was hugged, and the other person's cheek was on the neck. A long hair crossed his arms to bring a hint of coolness, and the whisper in his ear seemed to be the call of the devil, "The people you hate go to hell, or I pull you to hell together, how do you want to choose?"
He frowned, his mental strength quickly spread out and wrapped around the two, and his expression also cooled down. He reached out and pushed him away, sneering, "Starting to pretend to be a ghost and get rid of mystery, go to hell?" On the lap, raising his hand to his butt is a slap, "I don't care much about age, I will let you feel what hell is!" After that, it was a few slaps, and he was very relieved. !He had wanted to do this for a long time, and children with such bears did not know how to raise them.
The sound of striking was crisp and loud, and Yan Mingyong, who was shocked, shivered with conditioned reflex, and then quickly struggled to turn over and sit up, his arm protruding at a tricky angle to grab Ye Zhizhou's neck, his face cold, his voice cold and cold With cruelty, "Safe, successful, happy!"
"Now I know my name." Ye Zhizhou was not frightened by him, and regardless of the strength of his neck, he stretched his arms and hugged him, and his right hand stretched down quickly, hooking his waistband and pulling it down, and then Pull the man into his arms hard and look down at his hips.
A red bird-shaped birthmark is printed on the hips, and it is dazzling.
"You..." The expression on his face froze and became stunned, and the hand holding the waist of the pants was slowly released. He looked down dumbly at Yan Mingyong, who was flushed with rage, and raised his hand to touch his long hair. , "Actually...it's your life...how did you become this Xiong Dexing?"
Yan Ming never talked, only looked at him with a greasy expression, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, the hand that pinched his neck was tight and slightly loose, the chest undulated violently, his mouth seemed to want to say something, but suddenly He coughed and fell sideways on the bed, puffing out blood.
"Ming Yong!" The bright red blood quickly infected the blue silk sheets. Ye Zhizhou was so scared by his blood that he was about to fly. He rushed to hug him and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth in a panic, almost crying anxiously. Come out, "You, don't die!"