Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jin Chen left Changyue Pavilion for only a few moments when he keenly noticed that the Tianyinwei disappeared immediately. It seemed that their purpose was indeed to monitor him and not Mu Zhongzheng.

Fortunately, Mu Zhong didn't say anything like he wanted to kill Jie Zhiwei today, otherwise, with Jie Zhiwei's increasingly weird temper, the struggle in the original plot might have been triggered ahead of time.

After eating and drinking their fill and finishing their discussion, Jinchen was preparing to return to the Bihua Palace to rest. Unexpectedly, he heard a scream just as he crossed the koi pond at the arch bridge of the Imperial Garden.

Jinchen paused in his steps.

"Who!" The guards who followed behind immediately drew their swords and protected Jinchen behind them, "Who is in the Imperial Garden so late at night? And you scared His Majesty! Come out quickly."

A young boy slowly stood up from the bushes. His brocade clothes were covered with dirt and grass debris, and he looked so pitiful.

When he heard that the person in front of him was the emperor, the young master knelt down hurriedly to pay his respects, but his legs and feet seemed to be inconvenient.

"Whose son are you?" Jinchen asked.

The young master's face turned pale again, and he seemed to be in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Your Majesty." Gao Kun shook his whisk and said, "This young master seems to be the legitimate son of the Grand Tutor. He was brought into the palace at the palace banquet last year."

The young master kowtowed again despite his sick body, "You are right, sir. My name is Yu Huayao."

"This..." Gao Kun was shocked and quickly scolded: "How can you call me 'I' in front of His Majesty? You are so rude!"

Yu Huayao's face turned even paler, and it looked like he would die in the next second.

Jin Chen secretly felt something was wrong, "Forget it, Gao Kun, send a guard to escort him out of the palace."

Curiosity is the beginning of the story. He didn't have the time to ask how this person suddenly appeared in the imperial garden and how he got so injured. The beautiful prince was very sharp-tongued.

Jinchen's back as he walked towards Bihua Palace even seemed a little hurried.

Yu Huayao frowned in doubt, smiled at the guards escorting him, and left the palace gate.

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As soon as he entered the Bihua Palace, Jinchen was thinking about the troubles of being a gigolo. He was arguing with Ling Gungun about "If he becomes emperor again, Ling Gungun is not allowed to meet Bai Ze" when he suddenly heard a faint breathing sound in the inner palace.

Jinchen's expression darkened and he walked over quickly.

"Who is my...little uncle?"

The window frames of the inner hall were not all closed, and the hot summer night wind blew in, leaving only the loose black hair floating slowly. Upon hearing this, Xie Zhiwei glanced over, and her drunken eyes gradually became as bright as a candle flame.

"Your Majesty, you are finally back."

Jinchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why does it feel like the favored concubine is being neglected?

Do you still remember your identity, Your Majesty the Regent?

"I didn't know that the young uncle was waiting here. My cousin and I chatted for a while because we were having fun."

Jinchen walked towards him, only to find that the palace maids and eunuchs serving in the hall were not there. After thinking for a while, Jinchen sat next to Li Zhiwei.

"Little uncle, I have a headache." Jin Chen whispered, lowering his eyes to look at Jie Zhiwei's clothes that were opened due to the heat of the wine, and then looked away, "Send the palace maids away, who will help me massage it?"

"I am willing to serve Your Majesty." Xie Zhiwei didn't know what he was thinking of, and the smile on the corner of his lips became deeper. He sat up but did not get off the couch. He just knelt and walked behind Jinchen to gently massage his acupoints.

The loose black hair was blown by the wind from the window lattice behind him, and a faint cold fragrance came from behind Jinchen, which was the scent of Xie Zhiwei.

Jinchen sniffed a few times but couldn't tell what the fragrance was.

He really had a headache, so he simply closed his eyes and slowly mobilized the spiritual power in his dantian. Xie Zhiwei wouldn't be able to see anything anyway.

But Jinchen didn’t have any idea, because Jie Zhiwei was massaging his acupoints behind him.

Just a stick of incense time before Jinchen returned, the hidden guard had already told him everything that happened in Changyue Pavilion.

Your Majesty loves men...

Xie Zhiwei's drooping almond-shaped eyes were filled with gloom. Over the past half month, the scene of that night that he had often thought of repeatedly came back to his mind. He couldn't tell why, but he just couldn't get rid of it.

It was clear that a few months ago, Xie Zhiwei only regarded the little emperor as a thing to prolong his life, and sometimes he was too lazy to even give him face on weekdays.

But since...

Since when did it start? Xie Zhiwei thought about it seriously for a long time and thought that perhaps it was on the eve of the royal hunting that the little emperor became completely different.

The summer night's dry heat and the scalding smell of alcohol intertwined and entangled, as if a surging wave was boiling in his heart. Xie Zhiwei even thought that it was good this way, as they could not live without each other.

Thinking of this, the fingers moving through the hair became more gentle.

Jinchen felt the cold air coming from behind him: "..."

All kidding aside, I think the beautiful prince was transformed from a poisonous snake.

He reached back, intending to pull Jie Zhiwei's hand down, but he didn't notice that Jie Zhiwei was kneeling and not under any force, so he pulled him directly into his arms.

Xie Zhiwei was also at a loss for a moment, then raised her trembling eyelashes and looked at Jinchen. When she fell, her clothes completely slipped off and stopped just below her shoulders.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Jinchen glanced at the person in his arms, concealed his smile and coughed twice.

"actually……"

I was careless, believe me?

"I didn't mean to do that." Jin Chen straightened his collar and pursed his lips as if he was embarrassed. "Little uncle, please get up quickly."

The flame that had just risen in Xie Zhiwei's heart was extinguished just like that.

The slender fingers that were grasping the hem of Jinchen's waist gradually tightened, his drooping eyes were as damp and cold as the rainy season, and his sanity was on the verge of collapse.

But every time when I started to have other thoughts, I could always hear Jinchen calling for his uncle.

What kind of royal uncle? He is not from the Jin family. He is just a person who struggled hard in the devil's lair to obtain the supreme power.

If I had known this day would come, I would not have let the fourteen-year-old Jinchen follow me around, and I would not have called him Imperial Uncle.

"Little uncle," Jin Chen couldn't guess what he was thinking, so he called out again, his tone still full of worry, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Zhiwei paused, and when he looked up at Jinchen again, his phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with the sultry heat of the summer night, making his eyes hot and red, mixed with a cold and faint fragrance that entangled Jinchen who was holding him.

"I...drank too much at the palace banquet and can't handle the alcohol."

"Turns out you were drunk." Jinchen ignored the clarity in Jie Zhiwei's eyes and suddenly had evil thoughts.

"Then I'll let the imperial physician..." "No."

Xie Zhiwei interrupted Jinchen's words almost eagerly. He didn't even know what he wanted, so he just pretended that he was drunk and slowly put his arms around Jinchen's neck.

Different from any previous hug, Xie Zhiwei could no longer regard Jinchen as the little emperor in her memory who could only cry numbly.

He even thought in his heart that he was not the little emperor, he was just Jinchen.

"Your Majesty..." Xie Zhiwei's voice was trembling and confused, as if she was really drunk, and she rubbed against his arms again.

"I am in great pain, please don't move."

"Yeah."

Jinchen gently raised his overly delicate chin, stared at Jie Zhiwei's eyebrows and eyes as if carefully examining her, and lowered his head to get closer, "Okay, then I'll stay here with you."

too close.

Xie Zhiwei unconsciously restrained his breathing, and the breath that fell on his neck mixed with the incense brought out by the warmth, making his face hot.

He buried himself in Jinchen's arms, rubbed his slightly hot cheek against his neck, and closed his eyes.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 50! 】

About half an hour later, Jinchen asked again if the situation had eased. Xie Zhiwei was so confused that she couldn't figure out what she wanted at the moment, so she left in a hurry.

[Host, this is not your style.] Ling Gungun was ready to lock himself in a small dark room.

[He hasn't made up his mind yet, he just wants to control me urgently.]

This is not okay.

Things that are too easy to control cannot be engraved in the mind, especially for Xie Zhiwei, who is cruel and heartless by nature.

Jinchen slowly picked up the wine glass that Jie Zhiwei had just drunk from, smiled and drank it.