Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Xuancheng Hall.

This was Qin Yili's palace before he ascended the throne.

The eunuchs and maids stood on both sides with their heads lowered, turning a blind eye to their emperor being carried into the bathhouse by a man.

Everyone knows that Qin Yili, the fifth prince of the Southern Territory, is arrogant and extravagant. He spends all the money on food and drink. The hot spring pool inlaid with white jade in his palace was transported down from the mountain every day with a lot of manpower.

The noble ladies in the capital all suspected that his flawless white skin came from soaking in hot spring water, which also caused a commotion in the south.

But since Qin Yili ascended the throne as the emperor, the hot spring pool in Xuancheng Hall has gradually been abandoned.

Putting Qin Yili on the edge of the pool, his feet fell into it.

Lin Ziye didn't notice the extremely painful expression on the young man's face the moment he touched the hot spring water.

He rubbed his earlobe with his fingertips, and didn't stop until it was red and bleeding: "As a man's favorite, you know what you should do, right?"

Qin Yili's body froze.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Lin Ziye leaned into his ear and whispered harshly: "You think you can escape without speaking?"

"I didn't know you were such a simple person. Do you think it will be safe if you send someone out of the palace?"

Those dead eyes seemed to be injected with life, burning with beautiful fire: "If you have hatred, just come to me, don't touch her!"

Such worries and panics brought Lin Ziye's seven years of hatred to its peak.

A touch as sticky as a snake fell on his neck, and there was frost between his brows.

Why? Why? !

When he was slashed on the back with a knife in order to see him and crawled toward him covered in blood, he didn't even look at him in the slightest. He never even glanced sideways at him.

Why can she be protected by you in your heart? ! !

——And he should be abandoned.

Perhaps worry occupied all his mind, and the young man took the initiative to put his neck into the hands of the angry man. His elegant brows were full of anxiety: "Ziye, you can't touch her, she is..."

Not wanting to hear how important that woman was from Qin Yili's mouth, Lin Ziye threw him into the hot spring pool with all his strength.

The pool was not deep, only reaching his waist, but it was enough to awaken the nightmare lurking deep in his heart.

The scalp was tightly grasped, the sharp silver needles pierced the veins fiercely, and whispers lingered in the ears...

The flashes of scenes made Qin Yili stop struggling and lean back weakly.

Before falling into the water, her slender waist was restrained by big hands, and her strong chest was pressed against her: "Why don't you continue? Who is she?"

The young man who was still somewhat popular just now blinked his long eyelashes stained with water droplets blankly, and said slowly and with a trembling voice: "Yes... she is my queen..."

Such an answer made the man even angrier: "Really? Queen...ah, your queen..."

The fiery big palm lingered back and forth at the waistline.

The already pale face turned crimson due to shock and anger: "You...you, me, this is wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

The man who was overwhelmed by jealousy could not see Qin Yili's hidden fear. There was malicious sarcasm on his tough and handsome face: "Do you need me to remind you of your current identity?"

Male favorite.

When he woke up, Shunde's words to him rang in his ears.

All resistance ceased.

Lin Ziye's movements paused slightly, but he did not stop. His warm breath fell on the white neck, adding new ones to the already messy bite marks.

Black hair is floating on the water like a waterfall, and there are many red marks in the half-covered and half-exposed clothes, and the skin is faintly worn and exposed, and it is difficult for even a saint to be moved by such a scene.

Not resisting or responding is like acquiescing to everything that will happen next.

Only the slight trembling in his tightly closed eyes revealed his mood.

The sudden depression made Lin Ziye frown: "Are you Gu's male favorite, or is Gu your male favorite who doesn't even know how to serve others?"

"……I won't."

After a long silence, Qin Yili's difficult response sounded.

"Disappointing, it seems that I need to arrange for someone to teach me well." Impatiently, he let go of the person, Lin Ziye came out of the hot spring pool, casually picked up the stacked clean clothes and put them on.

It's just that the figure who left in a hurry looked like he was running away.

"..."

After standing in the water for a long time, Qin Yili came out of the hot spring pool.

After watching the whole process, Little Bashu asked curiously: [Host, when did you get hot spring PTSD? 】

It has been with its host for so many years and doesn't even know he has this problem.

【just. 】

Little Bashu: [? 】

Qin Yili said sadly: [Is Lin Ziye not good enough? Even though I was wet and I let him do whatever he wanted, he was indifferent? 】

These words made Xiaoba Shu speechless: [Don’t you often say that you are a big fierce 1? The male protagonist slept with me, please don’t blackmail me! 】

It's true that Qin Yili has done this kind of thing so many times that even the little mouse has a shadow.

【Who said I was slept with? 】

Qin Yili, who stayed away from the warm ground and ensured that he could sleep on the cold floor all night, said matter-of-factly; [Why do you think I want your little treasury? 】

But there are some small props in it that are very convenient for him who is now 'delicate' and 'frail'.

……

I lay on the ground next to the hot spring pool for two hours before being discovered by the palace maid.

By the time he was carried to bed, Qin Yili had already been burned by the cold and no one knew what was going on.

Losing too much blood, years of mental depression, and sudden emotional ups and downs were enough to make his weak body suffer from a high fever.

At first, Lin Ziye thought this was Qin Yili's trick. He was always good at using his appearance and gentle words to deceive people into trusting him, but when he heard the imperial doctor tremblingly say that he would probably never wake up again. But when it comes...

Heart palpitations at that moment.

No!

His revenge has not yet begun, how can he be allowed to die so easily? !

"Qin Yili, if you die, I will let the entire Southern Palace be buried with you. And that woman, I will cut off her limbs and soak her in mercury so that she can't die!"

How could he let that woman die?

Let her and Qin Yili stay together!

Maybe he was disturbed by the cry for help in his ears, or maybe the threat had an effect, and the persistent high fever finally came down.

Five days had passed by the time Qin Yili woke up from his coma.

The wound on his neck had scabbed over, exposing the pink flesh.

With the familiar scent around him, Qin Yili, who was still unconscious, did not resist the water brought to his lips.

Looking at that face full of dependence and trust, Lin Ziye's face looked particularly gloomy, and the scar across his forehead looked even more terrifying.

He turned around and left in a hurry before he woke up completely.

He also didn't notice that the man who had been suffering from fever for many days was yawning with a bored look on his face.

Although his body had a high fever for eight days, Qin Yili's consciousness was always playing cards with the system.

It seems to be initially effective.