Fast time travel: the sick villain pretends to be kind

Chapter 44
Yici sat in the main seat, playing with a long sword in her hand, her red uniform was embroidered with peony patterns, it was elegant and elegant, showing her arrogance and dignity even more.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Yan Si, his eyes froze, "Are you... the Prince of Yan?"

"blind?"

The hall was silent.

Yan Si was silent for a moment, nodded and stood in front of the hall, "Forgive me, Your Highness, Yan Si's pupils are different from ordinary people, so I am afraid to disturb Your Highness, so I wear white gauze."

"Oh."

Yici stopped wiping and fiddled with the long sword twice.

Suddenly.

The long sword was released from his hand and shot out through the air.

Yan Si closed his eyes tightly, clutching the corners of the gown tightly with both hands, the sound of the long sword breaking through the air was infinitely amplified in his ears.

He is not afraid of death.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Several "His Royal Highness" spoke in unison, and they got up quickly, seeing the long sword brushing Yan Si's temples, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone turned their eyes to Yici, who was in the main seat. Some had anger in their eyes, while others were full of fear. Only Yuan Huaili had inquiry and curiosity in his eyes.

"Mr. Yan, with eyes as beautiful as emeralds, what is there to hide?"

The white gauze fell to the ground slowly.

Yan Si slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyes apprehensively and looked at Yi Ci, with a strange excitement surging in his heart.

It was the first time someone praised his beautiful eyes.

Sincerely.

And so natural and useless.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Yan Si's voice was half hoarse.

Yici hooked his fingers to Yuan Huaili, and his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes looked meaningfully, "The rest all back down."

Yuan Huaili moved his fingertips slightly, and under Yici's teasing gaze, he walked forward slowly.

When there was no one in the hall, Yici jumped off the big chair and stood in front of Yuan Huaili, the same height made Yici feel much happier.

"You said, will the world of the Pei family...will perish in the second generation?"

Yuan Huaili lowered his eyes in an instant, and took a step back, "Your Highness, don't talk about government affairs indiscriminately!"

Yici took a step forward, aggressively, "Young Master Yuan, do you think the Pei family will follow your deduction and be submerged step by step in the misery of the people?"

Yuan Huaili remained expressionless, but closed his eyes, "Caomin don't understand."

Yici sneered, and the pink and jade-carved little face was covered with frost, "Young Master Yuan, do you have a dirty mind in the so-called saving the common people in Shangzhou? For the so-called god-given merit?"

"Why didn't Mr. Yuan speak?"

"Or, should I call you Holy Son?"

[what? 】

The system felt a huge pulling force, he was pulled from another host, just in time to hear his own host's vague words.

Can't help but ask the soul.

Yici completely ignored the system, and grabbed Yuan Huaili's right hand, revealing the familiar Buddhist bead, and the faint sandalwood fragrance made people calm.

In the previous life, the little protector also had the same prayer beads in his hand.

Yuan Huaili opened his eyes when he heard the word Shengzi, "Since Your Highness knows it, why bother to expose it."

"Originally, Daqian will indeed die in the second generation, but His Highness's fate cannot be deduced. Daqian still has a chance of life."

"When will the Holy Son leave?" Yici asked, letting go of her hand.

"When the new dynasty was established." Yuan Huaili gathered his robes and said slowly, "The candidate for the new emperor is the Seventeenth Prince of Zhou."

"A year later, he will be sent to be a proton."

"The holy son counts as his own fate?" Yi Ci's eyes darkened, "Can you figure out whose hands you will fall into?"

"People of Xuanmen cannot deduce their own fate."

Yuan Huaili nodded.

"Young Master Yuan, what do you think will happen if you are deprived of your status as a holy son and dragged into a game you have created yourself?"

"Your Highness is free."

How could he break the chessboard so easily?

Yici chuckled lightly, her brows flaring wantonly.

"Your Highness is not like an eight-year-old boy."

Yuan Huaili took a step back, calm and introverted.

"No, this hall is indeed eight years old, and you are five thousand years old."

Yici gave Yuan Huaili a last look, and walked out of the hall.

"Green paint on old cucumbers—pretending to be tender."

Yuan Huaili: "..."

Even if he is five thousand years old, he still looks like a boy in the world, okay?
only……

Yuan Huaili turned around, staring at Yici's figure that was drifting away, his eyes were serious.

Shangzhou cultivated with the god-given merits and virtues, and the wars and disputes and prosperity and stability of Xiazhou were the source of the god-given merits and virtues.

He deduced the secrets and designed the situation in Xiazhou, so as to pray for the merits of Shangzhou.

He had come to Xiazhou for seven years, and thought that everything was going smoothly and boring, but the arrogant Princess Zhaoyang became the only accident.

Yuan Huaili suddenly picked up the beads, closed his eyes and purified his mind.

The days are ordinary and turbulent.

The draft was successfully concluded, and Yuan Linglong was named a concubine in one fell swoop, given the title of Chen, and a residence in Yanle Palace.

The night in the palace is quite different from that outside the palace. On a night that should be dead and dull, there are thousands of lights and stars, and tens of thousands of people patrolling.

Yuan Linglong's pretty and delicate face was reddish, wrapped in a brocade silk quilt, and was bumped into the powerful palace of the emperor.

In Hanlong Hall, Pei Huaizhi was processing the memorial. About half an hour later, Wei Deshan brought a bowl of soup, "Your Majesty, this is a new prescription for recuperating the body sent by His Highness."

Pei Huaizhi reluctantly took the soup bowl, and glanced at the soup decorated with rose petals in the bowl, "Didn't you tell her that I don't like roses?"

He is a big man, why should he put roses when he takes medicine?
How should history books write about him?

"Go back to Your Majesty, I told you." Wei Deshan felt a little helpless, "It's just that, Your Majesty, you also know that His Highness is stubborn and doesn't like to change his mind..."

Pei Huaizhi patted the table.

"I see that she doesn't see me in her eyes!"

Pei Huaizhi poured down the soup and medicine, glanced at the memorial on the table, stood up and walked out.

"These ministers are all worthless! Trash!"

Wei Deshan bowed his head and said yes, and said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Chen is already waiting for you in the bedroom."

in the bedroom.

Yuan Linglong lay on the dragon couch, curiously looking at the luxurious layout of the bedroom.

until drowsy.

"Your Majesty is here—"

Yuan Linglong woke up with a start. What she saw was a pair of black pointed-toed dragon-patterned cloth boots. Upward was a black uniform, embroidered with a piece of dark green bamboo, and decorated with cloud patterns. The slender figure made Yuan Linglong blush. Looking at Pei Huaizhi's fierce phoenix eyes, she couldn't help but flinch.

The young girl Huaichun floats on the surface.

"Jiangnan Yuan clan girl?"

Pei Huaizhi waved away the crowd and walked towards Yuan Linglong.

Yuan Linglong pursed her lips slightly, then half-covered the quilt in front of her body, knelt on the couch and saluted.

The body is half covered and half exposed, and the beautiful figure is imaginative.

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Pei Huaizhi pulled Jin away, "Eighteen this year?"

Yuan Linglong looked embarrassed, "Yes."

"Know what to do tonight?"

"Yes."

After a question and an answer.

Alienated strangers began their night.

For a long time, the clouds and rain stopped.

There were light tears on Yuan Linglong's cheeks, and she heard it in a daze.

"Your Majesty, do you want to give me some soup?"

"Ah."

Yuan Linglong was shaken soberly, and the maid she brought with her had a sad expression on her face, "Your Majesty, the Bizi soup sent by His Majesty has arrived."

(End of this chapter)