Two more days passed. In these two days, the system popped up three prompts. The first time was when the town government announced that An Chengjie was not dead but was missing. %; The second time was when the news broke that An Chengjie was the boss behind the treasure house, the system reminded An Chengsheng that the probability of falling in love with the protagonist was zero, and the first soul flag was removed; the third time was to confirm An Chengjie’s escape When the news to the northwest came out, the system reminded Lei Baofei that the probability of falling in love with the protagonist had dropped to 10%.
Ye Zhizhou poked Guangping through the information boredly, thinking about why Yan Mingyong hadn't come yet, while being irritated by the seventh prince being silent. He wrote a few secretly secret names of the seventh princes on the note to the seventh prince, and also mentioned that there are good things to dedicate to him, and then left a relatively vague picture of the equipment and a clue to himself, which makes no sense. There is no response now, is it because the seventh prince can't understand the equipment diagram? Didn't the protagonist in the original plot also use the equipment pictures to completely arouse the interest of the Seven Princes
Now the probability of An Chengjie meeting the Seventh Prince is basically zero. It stands to reason that the chance of falling in love should also be lowered, but the fact is that the heck of falling in love has not moved a bit, and it still remains at 100%. This is completely Unscientific! Is it possible that the Seventh Prince and An Chengjie might still meet? If so, the autumn hunt more than a month later...
He glanced at the weather outside, and his thoughts were a little sloppy. Is it true that Dayan’s autumn hunting is not true? It’s only a few days before summer, and after more than a month, isn’t it when it’s hot? How come it’s autumn hunting? Shouldn’t it be summer hunting...
Thinking wildly that this was the end of the day, he leaned on the railing of the corridor and looked in the direction of the gate of Biezhuang, and sighed. What the hell is the bear kid doing? When are you going to come and pick yourself up? The protagonist is missing now, his whereabouts are unknown, he is a little flustered.
Because of the preoccupation with things in his heart, he slept a little at night. He suddenly felt his body sank when he was half-dreaming and half-awake. He struggled a few times with conditioned reflex, unable to break away, and came to his senses. The feeling of being entangled in the body is familiar and annoying. He turned over and pressed the person under him with instinct. After seeing the beautiful face of the person under him, he sneered, "Oh, our eighth prince finally wants to draft the people. Huh? Isn't the noble person very busy?"
Yan Mingyong raised his hand to touch his face, his expression was not clearly visible in the shadows, and his voice was a bit rustling, not as good as the previous Qingrun, "Are you angry? Don't be angry, I brought you a gift."
He quickly noticed that his lover was wrong, stepped back a little and opened the bed sheet, looked at his face in the moonlight outside the window, touched his body up and down, frowned, "What's wrong with you? Something is wrong." Physically, it looks okay, but the state is too calm and composed, not like the bear children before, but there is a shadow of the previous two lives.
"It's... a little tired." Yan Mingyong was stiffened by him, his ears were a little hot and he pulled off the bed net, and his limbs were entangled again. He changed the subject and said, "Le'er, I ran out of medicine, and recently my chest hurts again. "
Sure enough, he was distracted, and the anger came up again, raising his hand and squeezing his face, "Let you bear! Didn't Dean give you the medicine? He didn't send it to you?"
Yan Ming never said anything, and lowered his head to rub his neck and shoulders, like a clingy puppy.
This is almost the same as changing a person, not only is not a bear, but also cute and cute! He was neither angry nor angry, he held him, patted his back and squeezed his face viciously, and wanted to say something, only to find that the other party was already asleep in his arms.
So frustrated... After being alone for a while, he simply leaned sideways and pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly. After feeling a little at ease, he poked the system in his heart, "Tongtian, you scan him again, is the soul really okay? ?"
After half a minute, a light screen pops up, [Soul data is normal. ]
After exhaling a long breath, he hesitated, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the opponent, and drew a small amount of mental energy into the opponent's brain. He didn't dare to go deep, so he turned slightly around the periphery, completely absent as he had guessed. Seeing the traces of mental power, he withdrew with some tension, and looked at his pale little face, his eyes dimmed a lot.
What should I do? The mission in this life is almost complete. If the lover in the next life has to follow...
On the second day, he got up awkwardly and stared at a table of exquisite breakfast in a daze.
Yan Mingyong frowned, reached out to hold his hand, and people leaned in too, "No appetite? Or don't you like to eat these?"
Looking at the other person with a concerned look, he resisted the urge to sigh, held his hand back, and hesitated, "Mingyong, I mean if, if we have the next life, you..."
"You are mine." Before he finished speaking, Yan Mingyong interrupted him, grabbing his hand and tightening, the well-behaved calm mask on his face quickly broke, his tone was paranoid and crazy, "You will also be in the next life. Don't try to escape, you can only be mine!"
… Sure enough, it’s still that bear kid, and the goodness last night was an illusion!
Ye Zhizhou glared at him, not knowing what to do, and when he was worried about how to reverse his "bearishness", he inadvertently swept across the piano frame in the corner of the room, his eyes brightened, and he said excitedly, "Mingyong, I play a tune. I'll listen to you!"
Yan Mingyong, who was playing chasing the tied little black house play in his head, quickly put away his hideous expression, remembering the content in the script, and pretending to be busy and behaved, nodding expectantly, "Okay, but you want eat first."
After quickly solving the breakfast, Ye Zhizhou pushed Yan Mingyong to the small garden and placed him in the pavilion properly. He slightly leaned sideways and concealed him with his sleeves. Dean went back to move to the small couch, you read the book first, then go to sleep as soon as you get sleepy."
Although Yan Mingyong was very curious about what he was holding in his hand, but seeing his enthusiastic appearance, he suppressed his doubts and opened the book obediently. Anyway, as long as Le'er is by his side, the other party can do whatever they want.
After two lives, Ye Zhizhou’s harmonica skills have changed from being terrible to being barely able to hear. When the first note came out, Yan Mingyong's hand in flipping the book paused, giving him a slightly stiff expression, and then quickly lowered his head to cover it up. , Continue to flip the book. Although I know that Le'er's six arts of gentleman are not very good, I feel it carefully now... Nothing, I will teach myself slowly in the future.
The sound of the piano became smooth and continuous from the beginning. Ye Zhizhou seated on the fence of the pavilion, carefully releasing his mental power to entangle the music and fly towards Yanming Yong, trying his best to let the mental power become gentle and slow under the influence of the music.
Yan Mingyong only felt that the weird tune became more attractive as he listened to it, his nerves relaxed unconsciously, and his hand to turn the book slowed down. A quarter of an hour later, he fell asleep in a wheelchair. De'an, who was guarding outside the pavilion, walked in softly, greeted Zijinwei to put down the small couch, then set up blankets, pillows and other things, and then retreated out of the pavilion and continued to guard outside. .
The music paused, then stopped. Ye Zhizhou put down the harmonica, walked over to put Yan Mingyong on the small couch and put it there, touched his hair, helped him cover the blanket, then retreated to the fence and leaned against it, and continued to play. In order to prevent the lover from continuing to follow in the next life and consume the soul, starting from today, he must help the lover to build up the spiritual power.
The relaxed and sweet atmosphere between the two gave Ye Zhizhou the illusion that Yan Mingyong was in a good mood and that they could return to Beijing soon, but the facts gave him a head-on blow!
"You want to stay here to recuperate? Until autumn hunting?"
"Yeah." Yan Mingyong slowly turned a page of the book without lifting his head, "I have sought the permission of my father before I came out."
"What about my parents?"
"Duke Zhen Guo knows where this is, and he will come when he misses you."
"But I want to go back to Beijing."
Yan Mingyong stopped flipping the book, raised his head to examine his expression, lowered his eyes, squeezed his hand, and replied lightly, "Wait for the autumn hunt."
"Can… "
"I know you care about An Chengjie's current news." Yan Mingyong put the book aside and moved his wheelchair to face him. "I know he wronged you and bullied him when he first came to the town government office, and he still smeared you outside. His reputation raises himself, and he also knows that he has provoked the relationship between you and your family, and even tried to discredit your mother in the old lady in Ann... Don’t worry, he will not get better, but you don’t have to get these dirty hands on your hands. I'll do it for you, huh?"
Ye Zhizhou was confused by what he said, "You have been monitoring me and him?"
"No, I'm protecting you." Yan Mingyong raised his hand and touched his cheek with deep eyes, "As for him, it is not to be afraid." Even if he develops something terrible, it is not to be afraid.
Knowing that Hou Ye Zhizhou could not do without compromise, he simply left the task behind and concentrated on nurturing his lover's spiritual power. A month later, Yan Mingyong's remaining toxins were cleared, and most of his loss-making body was well maintained, and finally he looked like a normal teenager.
"Today we return to Beijing."
After lunch, Ye Zhizhou, who was wondering whether to change the tune in the afternoon, was a little unresponsive, and asked, "Go back?"
"Yeah." Yan Mingyong has gradually no longer needed a wheelchair for transportation. Hearing a rhetorical question, he steadily stepped forward and took his hand and walked out. "The Chuan Yue restaurant suddenly caught fire last night, and the fire spread too fast to be extinguished. , Burned a small half of the street, burned three people to death and burned eleven people. I need to go back to see the specific situation."
Ye Zhizhou was shocked, his instinct was negative, "How is it possible!" Before opening the restaurant, he had done all fire prevention measures as much as possible. After all, ancient buildings were wooden buildings, and this aspect must be paid attention to. And the chef, the shopkeeper, in the store, he has told him that the water in the several large water tanks in the backyard are also full. Even if the fire is on, it should not be too late to put it out!
At this time the two had already reached the door, Yan Mingyong drove him into the carriage and said a name blankly, "An Chengjie."
Ye Zhizhou opened his mouth slightly, was silent, and then frowned deeply.
Ye Zhizhou was very quiet all the way to the restaurant. Yan Mingyong held his hand and sat beside him, silently comforting. When the carriage reached South Street, Ye Zhizhou finally recovered, and shook his hands tightly with Yan Mingyong, and said, "Don't worry about going to the restaurant, where are the injured? I want to see them first."
Yan Mingyong nodded, led him out of the carriage, and after a few instructions with the coachman, he led him to a pharmacy not far from the Kawagoe restaurant. Ye Zhizhou looked at the wooden buildings on the side of the street that had been burned to the point of being framed, and slowly tightened his hands. The protagonist has traveled here. It is impossible not to know the dangers of fire in ancient times. If he feels that he has disrupted his business and ruined plagiarism, he can hire someone to smash Kawagoe. Why use the uncontrollable cruelty of arson means!
The sharp neighs of the horses suddenly sounded, and he turned his head in response, and saw that the carriage they rode before was suddenly frightened, and the horses ran straight towards the burnt-out Kawagoe restaurant!
"Oops! The coachman is still on it!" The wooden frame of the restaurant has been burned to the ground. If it just rushes past, the coachman is in danger!
At a critical moment, Yan Mingyong shook a small whistle from his sleeve and blew it. In the next second, a black shadow swept out from the shadow, several ups and downs rushed to the carriage, pulled the coachman’s collar and threw the person out. , And left soon after, mixed into the shadows and disappeared again.
Ye Zhizhou breathed a sigh of relief, just about to rush over to see the driver's situation, the next second, there was an earth-shattering explosion. He raised his head in shock, feeling the imbalance under his feet as if the earth was shaking, and his heart was full of disbelief. Is this... an explosion? The protagonist has made explosives
"Be careful!" Yan Mingyong thought that there was a ground movement, and quickly rushed to protect him under him.
He lay on the ground and raised his head, looking at the smoke rising from the explosion and the residents who ran out of the street embarrassedly. Hearing the panicked voices of the patients and doctors in the pharmacy, he gradually became angry with his expression, and for the first time he really got angry. , Thumped the ground angrily.
Setting fire and burying bombs, is An Chengjie crazy? !