Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

When Xie Zhiwei rushed to the palace where Jinchen was, he was still discussing with officials from the Ministry of Rites how to arrange the palace for various noble servants to live in after the harem was expanded.

"Since they have entered the palace to serve, I cannot favor one over the other. The Queen has to go there every month, and as for the others... I will favor them based on my preference." Jinchen said seriously.

"Yes, yes... Then, Your Majesty the Emperor Yu has the highest rank at present. As the master of a palace, does he need to arrange for other noble servants to live with him?" The official from the Ministry of Rites felt inexplicably getting colder, but he didn't know why, so he asked tremblingly.

"No, Your Majesty Yu was the first to enter the palace, so he should have special privileges. Let him move to the palace closest to my Bihua Palace."

Jin Chen tapped the low table with his fingers and randomly picked a name that he liked. "I think this person is not bad, so I'll give him a promotion!"

Official from the Ministry of Rites: “…”

What on earth has provoked Your Majesty?

In just half a day, the number of titles conferred was more than that conferred by the previous emperor in his entire lifetime!

Xie Zhiwei listened at the door for a long time, and the depression in his heart became more and more intense. No matter whether Jinchen was angry with him or not, the officials from the Ministry of Rites would leave today, and even a casual joke would become true.

When he returns from the temporary palace, all the servants in the harem will be waiting for Jinchen!

Xie Zhiwei walked in slowly, his footsteps silent but heavy, then the door closed and the windows suddenly shut.

The official from the Ministry of Rites was startled by him and hurriedly saluted. The next second, the booklet in his hand was taken away by Xie Zhiwei.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" Xie Zhiwei's upturned eyes were filled with gloom and his tone was extremely cold.

"The little uncle is here."

Jin Chen smiled at him, spun the brush in his hand a few times, and said casually: "You have been in the court for a long time, so you must know more about the relationship between officials. Why don't you help me choose a few more?"

Xie Zhiwei was almost driven crazy by Jinchen's attitude.

The people in these portraits are all future servants of the king, so what is he?

Does he have to be like those people in the future, waiting every month for Jinchen's favor?

As soon as Xie Zhiwei thought that someone would take away Jinchen's favor for him, he wanted to let the Dark Dragon Army kill everyone in the portrait in secret immediately, let alone select them.

"Get out." Xie Zhiwei said in a low voice, full of repression.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were so angry that they did not even bother to take the book of enthronement, and they crawled out of the palace, sighing in their hearts.

No wonder His Majesty suddenly wanted to take in so many concubines, it turned out that he had a quarrel with the prince! !

Heavy rains are common in summer. They come and go quickly, and in just a moment the clouds are covering the sun, with heavy rain pouring down and thunder roaring.

The hall became dark again, and no maid came to light the candles.

Jinchen was sitting behind the table. He looked up and gave Jiezhi a cold and meaningful smile. When the lightning tore through the sky, it shone on them through the window lattice blown open by the strong wind, illuminating Jinchen's eyes and eyebrows that were clearly smiling but extremely cold.

"Little uncle, why are you silent? Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Shut up, stop talking!"

Xie Zhiwei coldly interrupted Jinchen's provocation, took a few quick steps towards the person sitting there, and ruthlessly flicked his sleeves, knocking all the paintings and ink on the table to the ground.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

He knelt on one knee on the low table, leaned forward, his anger more obvious than his sadness, and asked through gritted teeth: "Why do you have to make me angry like this?"

Jin Chen moved slightly closer and gently stroked Xie Zhiwei's messy hair. His smile disappeared and he said indifferently, "What identity are you using to talk to me, little uncle? It's better to talk about Xie Zhiwei who has lived a better life."

"You forced me to establish a queen. Now that the gap has been opened, why should I care if there is someone else?"

The howling wind and rain blew into the hall. Xie Zhiwei looked up and felt a slight chill, which was far less than the huge tremor in his heart.

Jinchen pulled hard, and Xie Zhiwei fell into his arms, but it was not as warm as before. Instead, the atmosphere became tense because of Xie Zhiwei's resistance.

After several struggles, Xie Zhiwei knelt on Jinchen's thighs, grabbed his wrist and pressed it back. It seemed that Jinchen was at a disadvantage, but Xie Zhiwei's expression was extremely fragile and he almost shed tears.

Jin Chen saw this and frowned slightly. He moved his hand from the back of his neck down and rubbed Jie Zhiwei's waist a few times, "Okay, let go."

Xie Zhiwei's waist softened instantly as if by reflex, and he fell powerlessly into Jinchen's arms. The instant warmth and comfort made him instantly defeated. The wounds in his heart that were gnawed by jealousy and sadness were festering and painful, and a hug could not heal them.

He took a deep breath, and wrapped his arms tightly around Jinchen's neck like a water snake. His dark clothes were soaked by the rain and stuck to his body. "You can't do this... You can't let others take it away. You can't do this to me..."

Xie Zhiwei seemed to be begging for mercy. His choked voice was filled with deep obsession. It was as if he had lost the ability to speak due to the ups and downs of emotions. He buried his head in Jinchen's neck and repeated what he had just said.

"Then tell me the reason, and don't lie." Jinchen said in a low voice, glancing at the window that was blown open by the strong wind, and saw the lotus leaves and branches swaying chaotically in the lotus pond outside the hall. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and ignored it.

Xie Zhiwei's tears flowed even more violently.

His shoulders were trembling as he leaned against Jinchen's chest, and his voice was so broken that it was incoherent. "The magic medicine is useless...Only one of you and I can survive."

Within ten years, he must ensure that Jinchen has as much control over the country as possible, so that he will not be isolated and helpless in the future.

Sure enough, it's because of this.

Jinchen's heart sank, and his expression became serious. He frowned, picked up the person in his arms and looked at him, "What are you going to do?"

He wiped away the tears from Jie Zhiwei's eyes and put their foreheads together, "Don't hide from me what you are going to do."

Xie Zhiwei forced a smile and gently rubbed his palm, ignoring the part about abolishing martial arts, and simply said: "Xianming said that I can live for another ten years."

Jinchen: "My blood..." "You can't bleed me anymore." Xie Zhiwei raised his hand and gently touched his heart, "Your health is getting worse and worse. If you bleed me again, you will die."

【Zero rolling.】

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Jinchen hugged him, looking deep into Jie Zhiwei's eyes, turned around to block the raindrops coming in from the window, and kissed the corners of her tearful eyes gently, causing Jie Zhiwei to moan softly, and the body in his arms became softer.

"Trust me, there will be a way."

"We can all survive and stay together forever. Don't do anything stupid behind my back."

Xie Zhiwei's eyes were bright and confused, and she didn't know whether she believed it or not. She took off her coat and clung to Jinchen like a ruthless man, desperately needing love to prove that Jinchen would not be taken away by others, as if she was trapped in self-obsession.

"Your Majesty...Jinchen..."

The cold rain and the scorching skin merged together, Xie Zhiwei trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes. It was a sick, almost dignified invitation to favor.

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[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 100! 】

[The villain's blackening value is detected +5, totaling 30! 】