Cannon Fodder Counterattack System Chapter 100: Cannon fodder counterattack scum Jianwen (17)

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Sitting in the dangling carriage, when the majestic and lively gates of the capital could be seen through the window, Ye Sinian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head, glanced at Zi Yuan behind him, and said curiously: "Have you been to Beijing before?"

Zi Yuan, who was leaning on his side looking at the script in his hand, trembled with his fingertips, quickly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, saying: "I have come."

A trace of doubt flashed across Ye Sinian's eyes. The man in front of him had something wrong since last night. Is there something to hide from him?

Grabbing the doubts in his eyes, Ye Sinian licked his lips and lay down on Zi Yuan's long legs, blinked, and said, "When did you come?"

"Years ago." Zi Yuan's leg muscles tightened subconsciously for a moment, but quickly relaxed again.

Yes Nian's doubts in his heart are even worse. He frowned slightly, his deep gaze went straight to Ziyuan's somewhat dodging eyes, and his voice was low and authentic: "Are you hiding anything from me?"

Zi Yuan's hand holding the script suddenly shook, and his eyes instantly became guilty.

Seeing his performance, Yesinian's heart suddenly became tense, and his face sank uncontrollably. He propped up his body and slammed closer, holding the other end of the script with his other hand. , Looked down at his eyes and said: "What is it?"

Facing those angry eyes, Zi Yuan's heart trembled, and he swallowed uncontrollably. As soon as he wanted to confess to be wide, he heard the horses neigh outside the carriage, and the carriage stopped suddenly.

The two looked at each other, and a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Yes Nian got down from Zi Yuan, sat up straight and said blankly: "What's the matter?"

"Dare to ask if the Daoist Ziyuan is inside the car?" A somewhat sharp voice rang from outside the carriage, and Ye Sinian's doubts flashed in his eyes, turning his head to look at Ziyuan beside him.

Zi Yuan shrank his neck as he saw it, and his eyes looked at the door of the car with a bit of disgust, but under Ye Sinian's gaze he still bit the bullet and said: "It's me."

"That's it! The chief, please sit still!" As soon as the voice fell, the carriage moved forward.

Yes Nian had already guessed when he heard that special voice, he glanced at Zi Yuan blankly, and then pushed the window to look out of the car.

A whole team of heavily armed guards surrounded the carriage tightly. The little servant in Tsing Yi was pulled into another carriage by a tall man and turned a corner and didn't know where to go.

Yesnian retracted his gaze, closed the car window again, frowning in thought.

The original owner has not been here before, and he is not too unfamiliar with the structure of the capital. The way they are walking now is obviously towards the palace...

"Ling Qiu..." Zi Yuan looked at him with a guilty conscience for a long while, bit the bullet and leaned over, tentatively reaching out to embrace his shoulders.

"What's the matter?" After being interrupted to think, Yesinian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his eyes were faint, and there was no strangeness in his voice.

Seeing that he didn't refuse his closeness, Zi Yuan was overjoyed and couldn't help holding him tighter, and said with a shy face: "Ling Qiu, I really didn't mean to hide you..."

Yes curled his lips and smiled, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, his eyes were gentle: "Hey, go back and talk about it."

Meeting his eyes full of gentle smiles, Zi Yuan's heart beat for some reason, and he closed his mouth in a jealousy.

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The carriage drove straight into the palace gate, and when it got out of the carriage, Ye Sinian finally confirmed his conjecture.

Yesnian scanned the surroundings blankly, and only then did Ye Sinian look at Ziyuan beside him.

Different from the usual hippie smiles or pretending to be melancholy, Zi Yuan's eyes were extremely cold at this time, and the brows seemed to be frozen in frost. His tall figure was covered by a robe, and his temperament suddenly changed. Change, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

He looked up at the magnificent palace in front of him expressionlessly, with a slightly mocking smile on his lips. He turned to look at the old **** who bowed his head on one side, and his voice was cold and mocking: "This What do you want me to do again?"

The old **** trembled all over, didn't even dare to lift his head, and said quickly and flatteringly: "The saint has been very upset these days, so please invite Daoist Ziyuan to come with us."

Zi Yuan's eyes darkened, he glanced at the tall palace in front of him again, and took a deep breath, before reaching out to Ye Sinian who was aside.

Looking at the slender palm that stretched out in front of him, Ye Sinian's eyes flashed, and after pursing his lips, he stretched out and held his hand.

The old eunuch, who lowered his head and glanced at them from time to time, trembled, and hurriedly retracted his gaze without daring to say anything. After a salute, he turned around and led the way.

I couldn't help but squeezed Ye Sinian's hand, Ziyuan pursed his lips, and walked towards the palace.

"Are you finally willing to come back?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, the tall man in a bright yellow dragon robe opened his mouth without looking back.

The strength in his hand became stronger involuntarily, Zi Yuan stopped when he heard the words, but did not answer, only frowned and stared at his back.

Predicted his reaction, the man didn't look angry, put down the scissors in his hand to trim the branches and leaves, and turned around.

The gaze that came over fell on the hands of the two of them that were tightly held together.

He frowned, he frowned and looked up and down for a few eyes at Ye Sinian, who had a straight back and temperament like bamboo. Before he had time to express his opinion, he saw Zi Yuan sinking his face sharply, shielding him behind him. Own sight.

Almost smiled by his actions like protecting food, he stared, and said: "Brother asks questions, you are in this attitude?"

Yesnian, who was guarded behind him and blocked his vision, raised his eyebrows, and his guess was finally verified.

Zi Yuan frowned, carefully blocked the lover behind him, and unceremoniously attracted the firepower: "Your Majesty's words are bad. Pang Dao is a monk, where's his brother?"

The dissatisfaction in his heart was immediately ignited by these words, and the emperor stared at him and said: "Then tell me and listen, is it possible that you didn't jump out of the stone?! After all these years, Are you willing to return to Beijing, are you still reasonable?!"

Zi Yuan twitched his mouth and took a step back without a trace, but his tone was not subdued in the slightest: "What do you do when you return to Beijing?! I am a man, a completely outsider! Outside I am Xianyun Yehe, I can do whatever I want. ! In the capital? It's no wonder if you are not torn by your sons!"

"You bastard!" For many years, I haven't been said so unrelentingly. The emperor was immediately annoyed, his chest was fluctuating with anger, and his beautiful beard with his chin trimmed and combed so carefully was also irritated. shake.

Zi Yuan was not afraid of his anger at all, but looked at him up and down, and said: "Isn't it said that your body is not good? I think your body is very good!"

Listening to their naive and nutritious you and me, Ye Sinian, who was blocked by Zi Yuan, rolled his eyes speechlessly.

This sharp-toothed mouth is really his dear? The one who stalks his neck and quarrels with him is really the world's supreme?

Why does he feel that this style of painting is suddenly wrong?

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The two quarreled with each other and their tongues were dry. In the end, it was the young man who was more powerful. The emperor was so angry that Zi Yuan was angry, and said angrily: "Can't you give in in front of your brother?!"

Zi Yuan, who has been addicted to his mouth, smiled triumphantly and said: "Your Majesty said very much! I have been taught by the poor!"

The Emperor looked at his triumphant face, his face flushed even more with anger.

Yesnian, who couldn't bear it, twitched the corner of his mouth and squeezed the hand that Ziyuan was shaking with him.

The smug expression on Zi Yuan's face was stagnant, and he coughed slightly: "What the **** is it for me?" It's impossible to just find someone to fight, right?

Because of his interruption, he completely forgot his purpose. The emperor was also embarrassed, but there was nothing strange on his face. He glanced at Yesinian behind him and said, "Quan'an, take this... …"

"Zhao Lingqiu." Zi Yuan tightly shook hands with Ye Sinian, half proud and half showing off: "I am the love of this life."

The emperor resisted the urge to kick him, gritted his teeth and said: "Take Young Master Zhao to the Imperial Garden for a stroll."

Seeing that he didn't mean to object, Zi Yuan's heart was relaxed. He turned around and half-wrapped Ye Sinian's shoulders, leaning over his ears very carefully, opening his mouth again, He looked back at the emperor very uneasy.

The emperor was almost grinning at his stingy. He snorted and stopped looking at him. He turned around and walked to the beautifully trimmed potted plant. He picked up the scissors and hit again. Randomly cut.

Zi Yuan was relieved. He turned his head and kissed Ye Sinian's ear gently, and said: "Let’s go shopping, don’t worry, I’m here."

Yesnian pursed his lips and smiled, gently swiping his fingertips on the back of his hand, and nodded.

Zi Yuan's heart moved, but he couldn't stay sticky for too long, so he could only sigh and watch him go out following the pleasing **** with low eyebrows.

"This is what you are looking at? Why do you want to talk back to me for his sake? Didn't you never pay attention to me before?" The emperor looked at his back with his neck stretched, and his heart was a little weird for some reason.

Where is Ziyuan, who is cold and indifferent to anyone?

Zi Yuan hooked his lips. He glanced at the silver-white ring quietly wrapped around his ring finger, and said lightly: "You don't understand."

"Let's talk, what are you looking for me for?" Zi Yuan turned around, interrupting the emperor's anger that was provoked again.

The emperor's face sank suddenly, thinking of his body, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his eyes, and said: "You follow me."

Zi Yuan frowned, but still said nothing, pursing his lips and followed.

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In the imperial garden.

Not much interest in these flowers and plants, plus unwilling to run into other people, Ye Sinian simply walked to the side of the remote path.

The old eunuch, who was already a little older behind him, followed him half-arched, not knowing what he was thinking, and said nothing.

Suddenly, Ye Sinian stopped walking forward, and the boredom in Feng's eyes was swept away, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked through the gap between the branches and leaves to another, more remote path not far away.

At the end of his sight, Li Bingxun, who was a little untidy in his clothes, was walking out in a hurry. Since neither of them spoke, he didn't notice them. He glanced left and right and adjusted his clothes again, and then put on a stop. Unstoppable smiling face walks out

An undercurrent surging in his eyes, Ye Sinian stayed in place for a long time.

The old **** behind him finally couldn't help but looked up at him and asked in doubt: "Young Master Zhao?"

Yesnian's eyes flashed, as if looking back at him curiously, pointing in a direction and saying: "Where is that direction?"

The old **** was taken aback, and the question of Yesinian was naturally unruly, but as a friend of the Daoist Ziyuan, his relationship seemed so close that he did not want to offend, so he respectfully He glanced at the direction of his fingers, and said: "That's the direction of going out of the palace."

"What about here?" A smile was raised from the corner of Ye Sinian's lips, and he pointed in another direction.

The old **** was not too troublesome. He looked up and said, "That's the Palace of Princess Mei's Fanghua."

Yesnian’s lips smiled deeper, and his fingers pointed in the direction Li Bingxun came from, seeming to say casually: "Where is this direction?"

The old **** glanced at the sidewalk and said: "It is estimated that it should be Roufei's Yunhua Palace!"

His eyes flickered quietly, and Ye Sinian raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled meaningfully.