The Yongyan Hall was crowded with imperial physicians and palace ladies. Ye Zhizhou squatted away from the crowd at the junction of the inner hall and the corridor, looking at the black robe guards guarding the corner, and poking the system madly in his heart, "Tongtian, are you missing information again? , How come the Eighth Prince has a Zijin guard?" These are all the emperor's private soldiers, and their power is overhead outside the court system. They only recognize one master in their lifetime, which is the best hidden sword in the hands of the emperor. In the original plot, the seven princes wanted to subdue them after they came to the throne. Unfortunately, this group of soldiers did not buy it. They all took poison and committed suicide and went to Huangquan to continue to protect the emperor.
[The system has given all the information. ]
Rolling his eyes in his heart, he confessed his fate to open the plot data and search for it. The original plot data does not have much to say about the sickly and short-lived Eighth Prince. His existence seems to be just to provide a springboard for An Chengjie to enter the Dayan imperial circle. Because of his body and age, he appeared to be particularly inconspicuous among many outstanding princes, and only a few descriptions when he died. In such a huge palace, only the emperor was really sad for his premature death, and because of this he was seriously ill for a month. Under the reminder of An Chengjie, the seventh prince took the opportunity to show great diligence in front of the emperor. He had enough goodwill of the emperor and laid a solid and good foundation for him to succeed.
He turned off the information, frowning unconsciously. In the morning, An Chengsheng said that the Eighth Prince is not easy, and then the Eighth Prince mentioned some cases and names that were not inscribed in the system data, plus the Zijin guards guarding here in a protective posture... The various performances are inconspicuous from the original plot. The eight princes are completely different, really suspicious.
"The emperor is here!"
The sharp announcement pierced the night sky. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw Yiminghuang's figure hurriedly rushing under the lights, surrounded by a group of people. .
Almost forgot that this is the ancient society of ceremonies... He bowed his head helplessly, and fell to the ground with everyone's movements, trying to minimize the sense of existence. However, the sky did not fulfill the wishes, the bright yellow figure suddenly stopped when passing by the corridor, and then a majestic and heavy voice sounded not far above his head, "Are you An Chengle?"
He moved, wanting to raise his head, but afraid of poking the taboo of "can't face the holy face", he straightened his body slightly and replied, "Going back to the emperor, it's the grassroots."
"Get up and go in with me." After speaking, he continued to move forward.
A little eunuch walked out from behind the emperor, bent over to stop by his side, stretched out his hand in a gesture of asking, respectful but not allowed to refuse. Ye Zhizhou straightened up to look at him, then looked at the emperor who hurriedly entered the inner hall, and sighed in his heart. This was not good in ancient times. The imperial power was overwhelming, and the civilians had no human rights. Kneeling is annoying, the anti-decree is about to be over, it's too cruel.
After Emperor Yan entered the hall, he first went to see Yan Mingyong who was unconscious in bed. After sitting for a while, he called to the imperial doctor to inquire about the situation. After learning that Yan Mingyong was coughing up blood because of his emotions, he suddenly fell into a coma. After that, his expression changed, and he looked deeply at Ye Zhizhou who was standing in the corner, with a thoughtful look.
Ye Zhizhou's hair was about to stand up when he was seen, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and rubbing back. Don't blame him, it's really scary that the eighth prince who was crazy before vomiting blood and still smiling is too scary, and now he is frightened by the instinct of the surname Yan.
Fortunately, Emperor Yan quickly withdrew his gaze, sat there with a straight face and meditated for a while, and suddenly said, "Stay with Mingyong." After speaking, he got up and took a group of people away. Not long after that, a lot of rewards and valuable medicinal materials were sent to the Hall of Yongyan. After hearing the eunuch's instructions, it seemed that there was another bunch of more generous rewards sent to the town government office.
The emperor is really rich... This is Ye Zhizhou's only thought after turning over the gift list.
Early the next morning, he woke up dazedly in the side hall of the Yongyan Hall, moved, and found that he was a little heavy, he looked down in doubt, but he was almost embarrassed by what he saw.
The young man in a white shirt cleverly slept in his arms, with his hands and feet wrapped around him, his face leaning against his heart, and his black hair was spread out slightly messy on the two of them, mixed with his loose hair. , There is a kind of ambiguous intimacy.
My mind was a little dazed, and then Ding Ling sang the alarm! Why did the person who was lying unconscious yesterday in the main hall appear on his bed? ! And he didn't even notice that someone had climbed onto his bed. This was unscientific, and his mental power couldn't be so defenseless!
Wait, no defense
A glimmer of light flashed in his mind, and then a surprise and frightening conjecture appeared. There is only one person in this world who can make him so defenseless, and that is his lover whose brain is more or less ill in every world, and yesterday the eighth prince was so neurotic... But his mental power is close to him. Why is there no response at all? The last world was quite agitated... Could it be that the other party was so weak in this life that even the sprouted mental power disappeared
All kinds of conjectures were played on the bullet screen in the brain, and the mental energy lingered around the opponent's brain, hesitating to penetrate. If the other party is a lover, then everyone will be happy, but if it is not... The weak body of the Eighth Prince and the brain that seems to be faulty at first glance, may not be able to endure a round of mental power scan...
Reason and emotion are at war between heaven and man. He looked down at the boy who was obsessed with him with a complicated expression. The mental power scan is temporarily out of order, but there is another method that you may try. I don’t know if the birthmark on the lover’s ass is present in every life... His heart is filled with the guilt of assault and adulthood. He shook his fingers, pinched the hem of the other person’s clothes and lifted it up, and then leaned towards the waist of his pants... Amitabha, God will forgive His crime at the moment.
"what are you doing?"
The back of his hand felt cold, and then he was held tightly.
! ! !
Ye Zhizhou's eyes widened in fright, subconsciously holding his breath and looking at the person in his arms.
Yan Mingyong got up slowly, and slowly tightened his hand to reach him, his wide neckline slid slightly open because of his movements, revealing a thin white chest, probably because he just woke up, his pale face There is a thin red that is not so obvious, which makes him look more and more gorgeous, "Like my body?"
"Huh?" Ye Zhizhou was a little silly. The boy's reaction is a little different from what he imagined, so what about the question? What about punishment? Condemning him for being perverted
There was a smile on his pale face, and his eyes were full of joy. The voice that was not in the voice change period was slightly muffled, "That's it for you." He pulled the neckline and pressed his hand to his neck. Between, "Do you need me to teach you?"
Help is perverted!
He retracted his hand like an electric shock, got up a little away from the other person, looked sideways, and stiffly changed the subject, "It's getting late, is your Highness hungry? I'll help you get up and wash."
The smile on Yan Mingyong's face disappeared, and he didn't answer. He just sat on the bed with his back straight and looked at him with heavy eyes. His eyes moved from his face with a fat baby to three inches below the navel, and his fingers moved. "Have you not grown up yet? That's right, you're only sixteen years old at the end of the year."
You are only thirteen years old! Are you normal!
"It's okay." Yan Mingyong raised his hand to close his collar, smiled again on his face, a strange light flashed in his dark eyes, "I've grown up."
... which is more terrifying!
Ye Zhizhou was in a kind of numbness after being frightened all morning. Yan Ming stayed by his side forever without harassing him, reading quietly by himself. The emperor came over at lunch, accompanied the two of them to lunch and left in a good mood. Before leaving, he also rewarded Ye Zhizhou with a lot of things. After the meal, Yan Mingyong couldn't help falling asleep after taking the medicine. Ye Zhizhou slowly took away his hand on his body, and whispered to Dean. After Dean settled down, he sneaked into the study and got some papers. , Wrote a few lines like a dog crawling with a brush, and secretly ran out of the Yongyan Palace.
The palaces of the princes were not far apart. He avoided the guards on the patrol and touched the Deyang Hall, the residence of the seventh prince. He spread his mental energy to cover himself, and after a lot of effort, he touched the bedroom window and pushed a little open. At the window, with a flick of his finger, he bounced the note against the pillow of the Seventh Prince, and then closed the window and left quickly.
In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zhizhou noticed that Yan Mingyong had climbed onto his bed again, and his 2s mental power seemed to be a decoration, and he didn't notice the approach of the opponent at all. He wiped his face speechlessly, and stretched out his hand to the opponent's waist unwillingly. The next second, his wrist was held, and the head next to his neck moved, and a sleepy voice sounded in his ear, "Happy thought?"
"No." He withdrew his hand, feeling that he was too embarrassed to be so perverted yesterday. He decided to be arrogant and deliberately said hard, "You are too thin, I see you are not interested. Also, don't call me happy. Son, please call me Mr. An."
The force on his wrist tightened and then loosened, and the person wrapped in his arms slowly got up, looked at him with no expression, did not speak or move. His heart lifted slightly, and his scalp tightened unconsciously.
"Leer." For a long time, Ye Zhizhou felt that the air in the bed net was getting thinner and thinner. When he swallowed his saliva and was about to admit it, the other party spoke, and then his thin fingers came over and gently touched his cheek. , "I remember you had a very annoying brother named An Chengjie."
He froze, and his heart slightly raised, not understanding why the other party suddenly mentioned the protagonist's name.
"After you ruined his reputation for Treasure Pavilion, he closed the shop." Slowly put his fingers down, put his neck on his neck, and gently touched, "Xizigui, this is the name of his new restaurant."
The protagonist opened a restaurant so soon
"Le'er." The stroking force on the neck increased a little, and the thin boy approached, and the fragrance of medicine quickly encroached on his sense of smell, "You can't escape." The body was hugged, and the opponent's cheek was pressed against the neck. The long hair ran across the arms and brought a hint of coolness, and the whisper in the ear seemed to be called by the devil, "The person you hate goes to hell, or I will drag you to hell together, what do you want to choose?"
He frowned, his mental energy quickly spread to wrap the two of them, his expression also cold, stretched out his hand to push him away, sneered, "Starting to pretend to be a ghost again, go to hell?" He said rudely pulling the person over and pressing him face down. On his lap, he raised his hand and slapped his ass fiercely, "I'm not too old, but I'm more concerned, I will let you feel what the real hell is!" ! He wanted to do this a long time ago, and he doesn't know how to raise such a bear child, he will make people angry!
The sound of the beating was crisp and loud, and the shocked Yan Mingyong trembled in conditioned reflex, and then quickly struggling to turn over and sit up, with his arms reaching at a tricky angle to grab Ye Zhizhou's neck, his face was cold, his tone was cold and cold. With cruel meaning, "Safe, successful, happy!"
"Now I know how to call my name." Ye Zhizhou wasn't scared by him at all. Regardless of the strength on his neck, he stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly. He stretched his right hand down quickly, hooked his waistband and pulled down fiercely, then Pulling the person into his arms forcefully, he lowered his head and looked at his hips.
A red bird-shaped birthmark was imprinted on the upper part of the hip, brightly and piercingly.
"You..." The expression on his face froze and then became stunned, and the hand holding the waistband slowly loosened, stupidly looking down at Yan Mingyong whose face was flushed with anger, and raised his hand to touch his long hair. "It's actually... how did you become such a bear in your life?"
Yan Ming never spoke, but looked at him with a grim expression. His wide-eyed eyes were bloodshot, and the hands pinching his neck were tightened and loosened slightly. His chest was violently undulating, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly He coughed and fell sideways on the bed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Mingyong!" The bright red blood quickly infested the cyan silk sheets. Ye Zhizhou was so scared that he was so frightened by his blood. He rushed to hug him, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth in a panic, almost crying. Come out, "You, don't die!"