The garden became quiet again, but this time everyone was frightened by the sudden appearance of the boy and Ye Zhizhou who didn't know what was howling.
"Isn't it?" The young man slowly retracted his hand and lowered his head slightly. The black hair ran across his shoulders from behind and fell on his chest, melting into the black robe with gold patterns, "De'an, push me over."
The ordinary-looking middle-aged eunuch should be respectful, and slowly pushed him in front of Ye Zhizhou.
Before the other party was slightly blocked by the flowers and trees, I didn't feel it, but now that people come closer, the sense of danger has become more serious. Ye Zhizhou tightened his back instinctively, clenched his hands unconsciously, and drove the rattle to make a dull percussion.
The black-robed boy moved his gaze to his hand, his slender eyelashes moved, and the hand on his leg lifted up again, but in the direction of his hand, the wide sleeves slid down during the action, revealing a pale and thin section. Thin wrist, "This snare..." The white and thin fingers put on the back of his hand and pressed it slightly, "Is it for me?"
The place on the back of the hand was cold, and the place looked at by the other party was also a little cold. He couldn't help but move, but didn't completely pull it away. He glanced over the golden crown between the young man's hair and the complicated golden dark lines on his belt, suppressing the creepy feeling in his brain, and said in a low voice, "Eight Prince?"
"Don't you give me this?" The young man slowly retracted his hand and looked at him directly. Suddenly he stood up with difficulty supporting the armrest of the wheelchair with his hands, his exquisite face had a sickly blush on his delicate face. Why don't you come?"
Ye Zhizhou is going to be frightened by this weird boy. It's obviously the warm spring weather, and the scenery in the garden is also first-class. The air even carries a scent of flowers from the warm wind, which can be seen by this person. The look and tone of his voice abruptly made him feel like he was standing by the lake after the snow in winter. The scenery was cold, the wind was cold, and the air was cold, even people.
After standing up, the young man became more eye-catching. It was obviously a heavy and depressing black robe and gold belt, but he wore a light and soft feeling that could not be grasped. Step by step, he slowly walked to Ye Zhizhou, looking at him motionless with dark eyes, raised his hand, put his shoulders, and then slowly leaned forward, leaning his head against his heart. , Closed his eyes, "I caught you, you are mine."
What the hell!
Some guessed the identity of the other party, Ye Zhizhou did not dare to move, but stood stiff, because of nervousness began to scurry around the body, "Um... do you want this rattle? You step back a little, and I will send you. "The other side is obviously just a young boy half a head shorter than himself, but the strange aura around him has suppressed him unconsciously and weakened, ashamed! What a shame!
The strength on the shoulders increased slightly, and then slowly moved towards the neck.
… How to hold tighter! A faint fragrance of medicine came from the young man, and then drifted into the tip of his nose along the warm wind. He raised his neck uncomfortably, and looked at the middle-aged eunuch standing next to the wheelchair. …"
A faint tingling sensation suddenly came from the back of the neck, and then the brain sank sharply, the body softened, and the mental energy surrounding him gradually stagnated. "You..." He bowed his head in amazement and looked at the person who was leaning against him. As a teenager, his body slowly collapsed, and then when his eyes went dark, he didn't know anything.
The other teenagers in the garden watched Ye Zhizhou fainted, and were hugged by the black-robed teenager and sat in a large wheelchair together, and then pushed away by the silent eunuch along the path full of flowers, stupid.
"Ah! An Chengle was taken away by the monster!" Young Master Liu, who had mocked Ye Zhizhou before, suddenly screamed, breaking the weird peace in the garden. The other teenagers returned to their senses, looked at each other in panic, their faces were full of dazed and bewildered.
A gray-haired eunuch suddenly entered the garden with a large group of black-robed guards and announced, “Today’s small banquet is over, please leave with these guards. The rewards given by the emperor have been sent to every mansion. Remember, no Don't say what you should say, otherwise..."
The teenagers with little life experience were all frightened by his meaningful tone and sudden weird smile.
The eunuch smiled with satisfaction, waved to the guard behind him, turned and chased in the direction where the boy had left.
When Ye Zhizhou woke up, he found that he had arrived home. Mrs. Zhen Guo was sitting beside his bed and weeping silently. There was a tall man standing beside the bed a few steps away. The bed net obscured his vision, making him unable to see the other side. Looks.
"Yan'er, it's not that I am cruel. Now that the imperial decree has been laid down, there is nothing I can do to be a husband."
Mrs. Zhen Guo's wife Lou Yanqi wiped her tears, with a hint of pleading and fear in her voice, "Is there really no other way? Le'er has just entered the palace for a day and lay back. If you live in the palace in the future... "
"If it really doesn't work..." Zhenguo Policeman Wenhua looked at his crying wife with swollen eyes, sighed, stepped forward and embraced her, patted her back comfortably, and said after thinking, "Tomorrow I will ask the emperor. Seeing if you can change the candidate for the companion, Chengjie is much better than Le'er in literary talent, and he should be able to..."
Ok? Substitution? !
"No! Cough cough cough..." He was too anxious to speak, and was choked by saliva sadly. He sat up and sat down smoothly, and said anxiously, "I would like to study with the eighth prince. Father, don't disobey the imperial edict for me!" Don't change the protagonist. The seventh prince is still in the palace. !
Lou Yanqi distressedly helped him smooth his back. He was uneasy and anxious when he heard that, "What is your child's performance, where is the companion student so good? What's more, this time the eighth prince asked the companion student to live in. In the palace, for your temperament, you just lie back today. Later, from now on..." He choked again as he said, tears fell again.
"Mother." He expressed a serious expression, held her hand, and said seriously, "The eighth prince has a strange temperament. We rashly asked for a substitution, which is likely to annoy him. The emperor now attaches so much importance to the eighth prince, if we go against the emperor. Time’s love of a child... Father, mother, Chunwei has just passed, and it’s going to be the palace exam soon. I can’t hold my eldest brother back at this time."
Lou Yanqi was stunned when he heard the words, An Wenhua glanced at him in surprise, his serious expression softened a lot, raised his hand to touch his head, and exclaimed, "Le'er has grown up and knows that he is considering it for his family. To eight It is not easy for the prince to be a companion, do you think about it?"
"Think about it, I will try my best." He solemnly promised, then looked at Lou Yanqi and pulled her hand, "Mother, just follow me..."
Lou Yanqi leaned forward and hugged him, crying more and more sadly, "You stupid boy..."
He finally 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, "Tongtian?"
A black purse with gold thread embroidered by the pillow suddenly shook. He was stunned, took the purse and opened it, and saw Tongtian lying in it with a small piece of paper next to it. A faint scent of ink mixed with medicinal scent came over, his brows moved, and he took out the note and unfolded it.
"When I wake up, you have to be here. Mingyong."
Yan Mingyong, the emperor’s eighth son, the emperor’s last son, and his biological mother was Hui Jieyu. Fate, but became a super sick seed that fell in the wind. The emperor felt very guilty and sorry for him, and he was almost responsive, and he was one of the few nobles in the palace who couldn't offend him.
It's a super sick seedling that falls when the wind blows, and it's very skillful to get drugged.
"Yan, Ming, Yong." He grinded his teeth in a gloomy manner, raised his hand to touch the pierced part of his neck, his eyes flashed with a cold light, "Thirteen years old but dressed like a thirty-three, dare to scare people. Wait for the Lord to enter the palace, wait for me!"
The next day An Chengsheng returned from a trip, and as soon as he got home, he hurried to Ye Zhizhou’s yard and stuffed all the luggage that the servants had packed back into the cabinet, and said angrily, “My An Chengsheng’s future does not require the life of my brother. Change! Stop it all!"
Ye Zhizhou looked at this handsome and gentle brother, and couldn't substitute him, who was full of concern at this time, into the cold-blooded brother in the material who didn't care about his brother for the protagonist.
"Big brother." He motioned for Changshun Changfu to go out, got up and took a step forward and pressed An Chengsheng, who was glaring at him, onto a chair and sat down, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, and said earnestly, "There is nothing to do with reading. There is room to turn around, brother, calm down."
"How do you want me to calm down!" Hately beat the table, An Chengsheng's face was full of anxiety, "Lele, you don't know, the eighth prince Yan Mingyong is not as simple as it seems. He seldom appeared in front of people before. Not all because the body is too bad to get out of bed, but—"
The door was pushed open with a bang, and the black-robed boy sitting in the wheelchair looked straight in the direction of An Chengsheng, his eyes rolling with unknown emotions, "What is it? An Shizi."
An Chengsheng's expression changed suddenly, and he reached out and grabbed Ye Zhizhou's arm and pulled the person behind him to block him. The gentle aura on his body sank sharply and became fierce, "His Royal Highness, don't be unharmed."
"Don't come without problems." Yan Mingyong stood up on the armrest of the wheelchair, slowly showing a smile on his face, "Jiangnan fraud case, Huainan private salt case, Fangtong of the Criminal Ministry, Wenqian of the official, Yuan Chunyi of the Hubei, Xijun Zuoying Yang Youcai... Is that enough?"
An Chengsheng's body was shocked, and his eyes were already shocked when he looked at him, his body was tight, his fists were clenched, and a thin layer of cold sweat spread on his forehead. How did the eighth princes know these secret things and the secret piles buried in the various ministries of the prince? ! Is there a traitor among your own people
The more confused Ye Zhizhou stepped out as he listened, he frowned slightly, "What are you talking about?" What fraud case was involved in the private salt case, he didn't remember that these were mentioned in the system? Could it be that Tongtian has begun to collapse again
[Please trust the system. ]
Ignoring the light screen, he looked at Yan Mingyong outside the door, grinned with a grin, and said affectionately, "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, have you come to listen to the story?"
Yan Mingyong looked at his smile, his eyes flashed, and he slowly stepped forward. After not taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and bent over and coughed. Then he covered his lips with one hand to support the door frame, and slowly fell to the ground.
Ye Zhizhou's smile froze. Seeing that he was about to return to the West, the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and he rushed to squat down to help him, "What's the matter with you? What's uncomfortable?" Don't hang up now! If it hangs here, the emperor must destroy the town government mansion!
With a light cough again, Yan Mingyong took away the hand covering his mouth, suddenly used his force to grab his arm, leaned forward and leaned forward, with blood stains on the corner of his mouth, but a very satisfied smile on his face, "Grabbing again It's you... You are mine, mine."
Yaoxiang began to drill into his nose again. He looked down at the blood stains on his sleeves, and then at the boy's pale face and bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth. He choked. What to do, the eighth prince is a lunatic, and he reads or something, is it too late for him to regret it now