There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem Chapter 31: The princely wife of cold love

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Yongyan Hall is full of women doctors. Ye Zhizhou stays away from the people squatting at the junction of the inner hall and the cloister. He looks at the guards in the black robes at the corners and pokes the system madly. The information is missing. How can the eighth prince have a Zijin guard? "These are all the emperor's personal soldiers, and the rights are elevated outside the court system. He only recognizes one master in his life. It is the best dark knife in the hands of the emperor. . In the original plot, the seventh prince wanted to subdue them after he ascended the throne. Unfortunately, these soldiers did not buy it. They all committed suicide by poisoning and continued to protect the emperor under Huangquan.

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Rolling his eyes in his heart, he poked open the plot information and searched. The original plot information is not much about the sick and short-lived eighth prince. He exists as if to provide An Chengjie with a springboard to enter the Dayan royal circle. Because of his body and age, he was particularly inconspicuous among many outstanding princes, and he had only a few descriptions when he died. I was so big in an imperial palace, only the emperor was really sad for his death, and was seriously ill for a month. The seventh prince took the opportunity to devote himself in front of the emperor under the reminder of An Chengjie, brushing up the emperor's favorability and laying a solid foundation for his superior.

He turned off the information, his eyebrows unconsciously tightening. In the morning, An Chengsheng said that the eighth prince was not simple. Later, the eighth prince also mentioned some cases and names that are not inscribed in the system information, plus the Zijin guards who are guarding here ... these performances are nothing in the original plot. The eight princes who looked at them were completely different and really suspicious.

"The emperor is here!"

The sharp announcement sound cut through the night sky, he looked up and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a figure of Huang Ming hurrying under the lights surrounded by a group of people, and the guards of the palace passed by were kneeling Respectful salute.

I almost forgot that this is an ancient society with heavy gifts ... He reluctantly bowed his head and fell to the ground with everyone's actions, trying to minimize the sense of existence. However, it was impossible for the sky, and the figure of Ming Huang stopped suddenly when he passed the corridor, and then a majestic voice sounded not far above his head, "You are An Chengle?"

He moved, wanting to look up and be afraid of the taboo of "cannot face the holy face", he just straightened his body slightly, and replied, "Return to the emperor, it is Caomin."

"Get up, go with me." After that, he continued to move forward.

A little **** walked out from behind the emperor, bent over and stopped beside him, reached out and made a gesture of please, respectfully, but could not refuse. Ye Zhizhou stood up to look at him, and looked at the emperor who hurried into the inner temple, and sighed in his heart. In ancient times, this was not good. The imperial power was too large, and the civilians had no human rights. It's annoying to kneel, the end of the resistance is too terrible.

When Emperor Yan entered the palace, he first looked at Yan Mingyong who was lying unconscious on the bed. After sitting for a while, he called Taiyi and asked the situation carefully. He learned that Yan Mingyong was coughing up because of emotional excitement. After suddenly falling into a coma, his expression changed, and then he looked deep at Ye Zhizhou, who was standing in the corner, with a thoughtful look.

Ye Zhizhou was seen to be erected, and he couldn't help but swallow his mouthful and swallowed back. Not to blame him for counseling, it was really scary that the eighth prince was crazy about vomiting blood and keeping a smile, and now he is instinctive to surname Yan.

Fortunately, Emperor Yan quickly regained her gaze, sitting there with her face open and thinking for a while, and suddenly said, "Take good care of Mingyong." After getting up, he led a group of people and went away. Not long after that, a large pile of rewards and valuable medicinal materials were sent to Yongyan Hall. It seemed that there was another pile of richer rewards being sent to the town government palace.

The emperor is really rich ... This is the only idea after Ye Zhizhou turned the reward list.

In the early morning of the next day, he woke up in the side hall of Yongyan Hall staggeringly, and found that he was a little heavy, looked down in doubt, but was almost ashamed of what he saw. Call out.

The boy in a white jacket slept in his arms well, his hands and feet were all wrapped around him, his face was resting on his heart, his black hair was slightly messy and scattered on the two, and scattered with him. The hair was mixed with a vague intimacy.

The brain is a little faint, and then Ding Lingdang slams the alarm bell! Why did the person lying in the main hall appear on his bed yesterday? !! And he didn't even notice that someone had climbed onto his bed, which was unscientific, and his mental strength could not be so unprepared!

Wait, not prepared?

A flash of aura flashed through my mind, and then a surprising and frightening conjecture came up. There is only one person who can make him so unprepared in this world, that is, his lover in every world's brain, which is more or less faulty, and yesterday the eighth prince's neurotic look ... but his mental strength is in the other Why is there no response when approaching? The last world was quite excited ... Could it be that the weak chicken in the other person's life had lost even the slightest sprouting spirit?

A variety of conjectures are played in the brain, and the spirit is wandering around the other person's brain, hesitating to dare not enter. If the other person is a lover, they will naturally rejoice, but if not ... the weak chicken body of the eighth prince and the brain that is faulty at first glance may not be able to complete a round of mental power scans ...

Ration and emotion are fighting in heaven and man. He looks down with a complex expression and glances at the young man who is entangled in himself. He forbears, does not, and stretches his hands toward his pants. The mental power scan is temporarily unavailable, but there is another method that you might try. I do n’t know if the birthmark on the lover ’s **** has it in every life ... There is a sense of indecent guilt in his heart. He shakes his fingers and pinches the other person ’s clothes and swings it up, and then leans to the waist ... Amitabha, God Will forgive him for the crime at the moment.

"What are you doing?"

The back of your hand is cold, then it is tightly held.

! !! !!

Ye Zhizhou's eyes widened in fright, and he held his breath and looked at the man in his arms.

Yan Mingyong slowly got up and slowly tightened his hands to his own. The wide neckline slipped slightly because of his movements, exposing a white and thin chest, probably the reason for just waking up, pale. There was a hint of thin red on his face, and he looked more and more beautiful, "Like my body?"

"Ha?" Ye Zhizhou was a bit silly. Boy, your reaction is different from what he imagined. Question? What about punishment? Blaming him for metamorphosis?

A pale smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of joy. The voice before the sound-changing period was stained with low dumbness, "That's good for you." Then he pulled the neckline and pressed his hand. When I got to my neck, "Need I teach you?"

The life is abnormal!

Withdrawing his hands like an electric shock, he got up away from the other side, looked sideways, and shifted the subject stiffly, "It's not too late, Your Highness is hungry? I will 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 stared at him, his eyes turned from his face with a baby fat to three inches below the navel, his fingers moved. He moved, "Haven't grown up? Yes, you will be sixteen by the end of the year."

Child you are thirteen years old! Are you OK?

"It's okay." Yan Mingyong raised his hand and folded his collar, and his smile reappeared on his face. A strange light flashed in the black eyes, "I'm grown up."

... This is even more terrifying!

All morning Ye Zhizhou was in a kind of numbness that was over-frightened. Yan Mingyong stuck to him without disturbing him and did not bother him. He read a book quietly. The emperor came over during lunch and accompanied the two to a good mood after lunch. They left Ye Zhizhou with a lot of things before leaving. After the meal, Yan Mingyong couldn't help falling asleep after taking the medicine. Ye Zhizhou slowly took away his hand on his body, whispered to Dean, and after Dean settled the other party, he sneaked into the study to get some papers. He wrote a few lines of characters with a brush and crawled out of Yongyan Hall.

The palaces of the princes are not far apart from each other. He avoided the patrolling guards and touched the Deyang Hall where the seven princes lived. He spread his mental energy to cover himself, and spent a lot of time touching the bedroom window. Push open a little window, a finger flicked the note to the pillow of the seventh prince, then closed the window and quickly left.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zhizhou didn't accidentally find that Yan Mingyong crawled to his bed again, and his 2s mental power seemed to be a decoration, and he didn't notice the approach of the other side at all. He wiped his face silently, and he stretched his hand unwillingly to the other's waist. The next second, his wrist was gripped, and his head next to his neck moved, still sounding with drowsiness in his ear, "Leer think?"

"No." He withdrew his hand, feeling that he was too embarrassed yesterday, and decided to be arrogant. He deliberately stiffened, "You are too thin, I see you are not interested. And, don't Call me Leer, please call me son-in-law. "

The strength on his wrist tightened, then he let go. The person wrapped in his arms slowly got up, looked at him with no expression, and didn't speak or move. He lifted his heart slightly, unconsciously tightening his scalp.

"Leer." For a long time, just when Ye Zhizhou felt that the air in the bed account was getting thinner and thinner, he swallowed his mouth and prepared for counseling, the other party spoke, and then his thin fingers came over and touched it lightly. His cheek, "I remember you have a very annoying brother named An Chengjie."

He froze, lifting his heart slightly, not understanding why the other person suddenly mentioned the protagonist's name.

"After you broke his reputation of Jumbo Pavilion, he closed the shop." Slowly his fingers, put on his neck, and gently touched, "Xi Zigui, this is his new restaurant. Name. "

The protagonist opened a restaurant so soon?

"Leer." The stroking power on the neck slightly increased. The thin teenager came over, and the scent of medicine quickly invaded his sense of smell. "You can't escape." The body was hugged, and the other's cheek was stuck on After the neck, long hair across his arms brought a hint of coolness, and the whisper in his ear seemed to be a call from the devil, "Whoever you hate goes to hell, or I pull you to **** together, how do you choose?"

He frowned, his spirits quickly rolled out and wrapped both of them, his expression cooled down, and he stretched out his hand to push him away, sneer, "Began pretending to be a ghost and make mysterious, go to hell?" He dragged the person rudely and face down Pressing on one's lap and raising his hand to his buttock is a slap in the face. "I'm not too young, but I'll let you know what the real **** is!" It's very deflated! He wanted to do this long ago, and such a bear's child didn't know how to raise it. It would make people angry!

The sound of the hit was crisp and loud. Yan Mingyong, who was shocked, shivered with conditioned reflexes, and then quickly struggled to turn over and sit up. His arms leaned over at a tricky angle and grabbed Ye Zhizhou's neck, cold face. The tone was cold and ruthless, "Safe, successful, happy!"

"Now you know how to call my name." Ye Zhizhou wasn't intimidated by him. He stretched his arms and hugged him regardless of the strength on his neck. He quickly extended his right hand and hooked his waist to the next. Pull, then pull the person into his arms, look down at his hips.

A red bird-shaped birthmark is printed on the top of the hips, dazzling eyes.

"You ..." The expression on his face froze and became sloppy, and the hand holding his waistband slowly loosened. He looked stupidly at Yan Mingyong, who was flushed, and raised his hand to touch him. Long hair, "It's really ... in your life ... how did you become this Xiong Dexing?"

Yan Ming never spoke, only looked at him with a stunned expression, his eyes wide with bloodshot eyes, his hands around his neck were tight and slightly loose, his chest was undulating, and his mouth seemed to want to say something , But suddenly coughed and fell down on the bed, spit out a spit of blood.

"Mingyong!" The bright red blood quickly infected the blue silk sheets. Ye Zhizhou was frightened by his blood, and his soul was about to fly. He rushed to hug him, rubbing the blood on the corner of his mouth in a panic, anxious I almost cried, "You, don't die!"