Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

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So after thinking for a while, Ivan chose to take direct action when he couldn't get a response from the other party.

So Ji Wenchun felt in astonishment that his body was out of his control, forcibly dragged up from the drowsiness in the high temperature state, and walked towards the outside of the house.

"Wait a minute..." He braced himself up and couldn't help speaking.

The voice is still under his control.

"What?" asked the person who didn't know when to appear.

Only now did he realize that the voice was really different from hearing other people's speech, it didn't come from any direction, but it was as if the voice came directly from his own body.

It's obviously so weird, but it's also pleasant and pleasant. It's a very clear but soft and gentle voice, just like——

Ji Wenchun thought.

It's like the soft white snow falling down from the window now.

It looks soft, but it is actually cold.

Are the voices of monsters so nice?

So he stopped talking, just shook his head very lightly, and after realizing that the other party might not be able to see him, he said softly: "It's nothing..." He turned his head to one side, his dark eyes staring at the snow-falling lake, Water light is like a mirror.

Soft buns.

Ivan complained in his heart, just like the data Halo provided him, he was cowardly and taciturn, even in such a ghostly situation, he couldn't express his resistance to the initiative of his body.

Anyway, if one day he found out that a stranger had entered his body, he would have tried his best to take out the other person's bottom and deceive him out.

After walking out of the house, the snowflake touched the boy's exposed arm, the little fluff melted into water droplets on the frighteningly hot skin.

Because of the sovereignty of his body, Ivan just felt a little cold, but Ji Wenchun had already sneezed a little, his already hot face became even hotter, and his body kept shivering in the cold wind blowing in front of him.

How poor is this person's physical fitness?

Yiwen was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized that he hadn't thought carefully, so he had to ignore Ji Wenchun's inquiry, and went back to the house. After searching for a long time, he found a long coat that was barely enough to keep him warm. How unfittingly small.

This time, the recipient was at the age of crazy growth.Although the data showed that his body was weak, it didn't seem to have anything to do with his height. This fleece robe was obviously for children, and it was no longer suitable for the boy's figure.

At this time, Ji Wenchun asked weakly, "Where are you going..."

"Heal you." Ivan replied, "Little devil, you can't die here."

He walked along the snow all the way to the back kitchen, but there was no one by the stove, only the dark countertop and the flickering ashes.

Yiwen tried to start a fire, only to realize that he knew nothing about this kind of thing. After struggling for a long time, it was Ji Wenchun who said "I'll come" softly in his heart, and gave him the opportunity in embarrassment.

Yiwen just watched the recipient's ex-prince skillfully find the lamp from under the dark fire cabinet, wiped the remaining ash, and then wiped out what seemed to him to be a pile of waste. The embers were kindled, and he leaned his hand against the light to warm his hands, purple with cold.

Illuminated by the icy firelight amidst the warmth, Ji Wenchun's breathing became more and more heavy, his face exuded an abnormal scorching heat, and he felt dizzy. If Ivan hadn't stopped him in time, he almost fell into the soot.

This state cannot be solved by heating.

"Go to bed first." Ivan said, "I'll go out and buy you some medicine later."

As a proton, although Ji Wenchun was not taken seriously, even servants could bully him casually.But it is not so easy to get out.

However, after traveling through so many worlds, Ivan still has his own means.

"Who are you?" Ji Wenchun asked, staring at the small charcoal fire burning with warm light, "Are you a fairy? Come to save me?"

Hmm, that's a good idea.

With a light smile, Yiwen's voice echoed in Ji Wenchun's mind: "Guess?"

Ji Wenchun didn't speak, but curled up even smaller, squatted beside the firelight, buried his head in his knees and remained silent.A little child is like a hamster shivering in the cold.

Yiwen could only sigh: "I will not hurt you. You are the son of destiny, Ji Wenchun. Now you are the only one left in Dayan's blood, and I must ensure that you survive."

"...What do you want?" Ji Wenchun asked again.

Yiwen froze for a moment, unlike the weakness and bullying shown in the information, Ji Wenchun's tone at this time had a cold and sharp feeling.He felt a little uneasy, so far, the actual situation of the recipient did not match what was shown in the information, and it turned out that it was not uncommon for him to be entrapped.

"I just want you to live."

He said it half-truthfully.

"Also, I will return Dayan's country to you."

Ji Wenchun let out a light laugh, he turned his head to the lake outside the window, but suddenly froze slightly.

He felt his left hand, resting on the back of his right hand, as if to comfort his emotions.

Obviously it was his own body that was all too familiar, but because it was another person who made the movement, Ji Wenchun suddenly felt an inexplicable awkwardness in his heart.

"You are still weak now, but you will grow up, Ji Wenchun. Until then, I will protect you. This is the promise I made with the ancestors of the Ji family. Dayan's blood and national ties must never be interrupted."

"...Because you are a monster that feeds on it?" Ji Wenchun was also surprised that he would say such a thing.

"Yes." Ivan replied.

"Until Dayan returns to the country, I will always be by your side."

The north wind outside the window slapped the paper curtains, and fluffy snowflakes flew in from time to time through the dilapidated holes.

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The author has something to say: This world: The ancient times are superimposed, the background is partial to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the mountains and rivers were in troubled times; the recipient of this world: The appearance is weak and can be bullied, and the interior is gloomy and cruel, rebellious and deposed prince (temporary)

Because of the author's ancient style, the original background of this world is actually Eastern Europe (...), and then he was persuaded by his friends to come back.I will write carefully and hard, but there is something wrong... It seems that there is no way to QAQ——

Note 1: After the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, it almost wiped out the Ming royal family. In contrast, there is really nothing to say about the treatment of Aixinjueluo since the founding of the People’s Republic of China. If you pay attention to the contemporary painting circle, you may know that there is actually a very famous line. The Aixinjueluo School of painting is almost all descendants of the royal family.But there are other reasons for the world to allow the former prince to survive, and we will talk about it later.

Note 2: The so-called "ghost disease" did exist in ancient times, which is different from "crazy disease", and seems to be more inclined to the modern definition of schizophrenia (not dissociative identity disorder, that is, multiple personality), "Neng Gaizhai Manlu "Recorded an official who thought there was a woman living in his body, and kept talking and drinking with her.

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Recently, an author I like very much has explosively updated new pits (feeling that someone may know who it is?), the kind that is updated three or four times a day, especially that article I really like, I feel so happy, every time I get from my busy studies When I look up, I will smile sincerely if I can read his updates, and feel the warmth brought by the novel.So much so that I want to double-update... But think about my own QAQ that is getting thinner and thinner, forget it, let's talk about it in the next book.

☆, the second chess piece to seize the country

Because more than half of the current missions have been run, Ivan occasionally thinks back on his current experience when he is bored, and suddenly realizes that there is a fact that is quite interesting.

For example, as a courier, I seldom actually deliver specific material entities that can be held in my hands.

——Healing, Realm, Immortality, Redemption, Memory.

The so-called express delivery is mostly amorphous concepts.The process of delivery is not difficult, and the methods are mainly built on the bond between him and the recipient, and the most convenient way to establish this bond is love.

If you can get the love of the recipient, the love of those people who are watched and favored by the so-called "fate" for some reason, like a monster that survives by sucking the love of others, as a space-time refugee He will be able to complete his task.

After all, the only thing in this world that can give to each other without paying a price is "feeling".

——Although the feeling itself is the price.

Then, he can keep getting closer and closer to home.

When Ji Wenchun woke up, Yi Wen was leaning against the door rail, unconsciously staring at the flying snow on the lake in a daze.

The medicine pot behind him was constantly emitting hot steam on the fire, and the liquid medicine in it would probably be ready to drink after a while, and then ease the fever on Ji Wenchun's body that would have killed him.

He felt that the recipient had woken up, but he just raised his eyes slightly to look at the dark sky, without speaking.

Just like anyone who thinks that everything is out of the ordinary is just a dream, but only to find that he is still living in the dream when he wakes up, Ji Wenchun also fell into the cognition that there is indeed another unknown existence in his body , full of astonishment and surprise, hesitating, unable to speak.

Yiwen could only sigh, and took the initiative to talk to him: "When the medicine is ready, take it by yourself. I'm a little sleepy, so I'll sleep for a while."

Ji Wenchun, who had been silent all this time, clenched his hand suddenly. He squeezed his arm so hard that even Yiwen, who was sharing this body, could feel a slight pain.

The boy pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Yi Wen was stunned for a moment, but understood what he meant, and smiled slightly: "Are you afraid, Ji Wenchun?"

As a prince, he was taciturn, and then experienced the tragedy of the country's ruin and family destruction. Ji Wenchun spent almost all of his youth in the shadow of others and in fear of his own fate.

He has no friends, no company.

Although the subjugated proton is still not sure whether the existence of Yiwen is a good thing or a bad thing for him, but after all, he has the same body as him and lives together.She will not ridicule his situation and weakness, and will not punch or hurt him.

On the contrary, the other party actually cared about his body and his illness.

He was afraid that the person who suddenly appeared in his body would fall asleep, and then disappear completely, never to appear again.It was all a big dream I had when I was unconscious during the fever.

"Just make a promise with this heavy snow, Ji Wenchun."

Yiwen's voice gradually became lower, probably because of the abnormal influence of this world transmission, hidden in other people's bodies, he also began to become lethargic.

It was too tiring to run out just now to find medicinal materials for this recipient.

"Just like this snow land, the vast mountains and rivers covered by heavy snow will become your land in the future."

Ji Wenchun held his breath and waited quietly, but he didn't hear any more sounds, only then did he realize that the other party had fallen asleep.

He was silent for a moment, walked to the edge of the stove, removed the medicine jar, waited until the temperature dropped, poured the medicine juice inside into a bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

The medicine was very bitter and hot, but he let the hot bitter water pour into his stomach, but he didn't feel the bitterness anymore.

After the day the city was broken, Ji Wenchun was used to days without any sweetness.

However, when he drank the disgustingly bitter medicine, and allowed his cheeks to radiate abnormal heat due to the onset of the disease, he subconsciously licked his lips, feeling nostalgic for the sweetness that only he understood.

——Ji Wenchun, the proton of the subjugated country, has a secret that only he knows since that day.

It has been half a month since the heavy snow has continued, and it is already a rare phenomenon in a century in this southern land.The ground is covered with thick snow, even if the snow is swept away in front of the door at night, when the door is opened the next morning, there will still be thick snow poured into the house in front of the door.

The rulers of the new dynasty complained about the biting coldness of the southern country in their extravagant and soft fur, but for the common people, this endless snowfall has become a tragedy that will end without knowing when.

Even Ji Wenchun, who has been living like a ghost in the Proton Mansion because of fever and has not been able to care about the world outside the mansion during this period of time, has learned of this once-in-a-century event from the whispered discussions of the servants in the mansion. The news that the snowstorm is covering the border.

The people froze to death one after another, and the lack of winter food in the city caused many tragedies of changing children to eat in this land of fish and rice, which should have been the best in the world.People are talking about the East Market in Kyoto, where the price of human meat is five cents lower than that of dog meat.

If the chaos is like this, the common people will have no human beings.However, despite such a tragedy in the world, the ruler on the high hall still looked down at the people below with cold eyes, scornfully refusing to open the warehouse to release grain.

"This is your chance, Ji Wenchun." Yiwen said to him, "Heroes are the best in troubled times. The new dynasty is unkind, and it is the time when the old dynasty's destiny is revived."

However, to Yiwen's disappointment, Ji Wenchun just shook his head, stared at Xue Hua and refused to speak.

Although his body recovered from the fever had gradually returned to a healthy rosy face, he still shrank and refused to go out as if he was afraid of the ice and snow.

This kid... is really the most difficult recipient since he started the mission.Evan thought to himself.

He was really too weak, and Ivan was the most helpless with this passive type of person.

Sighing, he could only glance at the outside world again, shrink into the depths of Ji Wenchun's body again, and fell into a deep sleep.

After this period of experience, Ji Wenchun has been able to capture the subtle differences in the sensations in his consciousness, and when he realizes that his consciousness has not fluctuated, he knows that the person in his body has fallen asleep and has not looked outside.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Wenchun picked up the coat on the bed and ran out quickly.

In the beginning, the mansion was actually guarded by people, whether it was in the open or in the dark, it was full of guards.It's just that after he was weak and useless and allowed to be bullied by the servants in the mansion for many years, even the guards who guarded him had become lazy, and the weather was astonishingly cold, so he had already gone somewhere to drink and warm himself by the fire.

At this time, Ji Wenchun showed agility that was inconsistent with his frailty and sickness. He quickly jumped over those rockeries and walls, and when no one noticed, he dug out of the Proton Mansion.

On the snow-covered street, some ragged people lying down by the wall panting and moaning, unconscious and in ragged clothes, when they saw Ji Wenchun walking past them, they all lamented and cried and stretched out their cold and purple hands, begging for help. He said: "Young master... give me something to eat, just give me half a cake, just half a cake..."

And lying in the arms of her mother, who was lying motionless on the white snow and was probably dead, the young girl, even the tears at the corners of her eyes had turned into small ice, panting weakly, unable to even say a word. Can't tell.

Ji Wenchun had already heard the news that the heavy snow in the past few nights had crushed the houses in Xicheng and displaced the people, but seeing these people with his own eyes was a completely different feeling from just hearing the news.

He looked at the blue and purple hand stretched out towards him, stopped in his steps, showed a complicated expression, but under the pitiful and hopeful eyes of the man, he took a step back, and then quickly ran towards the alley, leaving those people behind. behind.

After climbing over the wall and the abandoned trails that only he knew, as well as the ruins that were destroyed when the new dynasty invaded the capital, Ji Wenchun bypassed all possible surveillance and entered a dilapidated and desolate house through the back door. mansion.

The former general who had no choice but to surrender when the new army broke through the capital, but was sent to live at home, and was ridiculed by the upright literati behind his back for "no reward for being obsequious", has been waiting in the secret room for a long time.

Seeing that he was dressed in rags, the other party couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Oh, His Royal Highness..."

"No need to say much." Ji Wenchun interrupted him calmly, "Time is short, in order to prevent people from Beidi from being aware of it, please tell me the current situation in Liaodong as soon as possible."

He never gave up on restoring the country——

The weakness and bullying that appear on the outside are just the appearance of relaxing the surveillance of the new dynasty.

Seeing that although he was young, he looked resolute, the general shook his head, stopped talking, turned around and pulled the map, and explained the situation above one by one.

Ji Wenchun listened intently until the other party stopped talking and put away the map. Then he came back to his senses. Feeling dizzy, he couldn't help but support the table and sneezed a little.

The general immediately looked at him nervously: "Could it be that His Royal Highness is suffering from a fever? The weather is cold and unpredictable. There are many victims and deaths in Kyoto. Now the crown prince is our hope for the restoration of the country. Please take care of your body."

Ji Wenchun shook his head. He pulled up his torn coat to cover up the cold: "It's just a few days ago that I felt the wind and cold occasionally, but now it's almost healed."

But if it wasn't for the appearance of that person, he who couldn't contact the outside world would probably have died in that dilapidated house.

Thinking of this, Ji Wenchun couldn't help asking: "The general used to be close to the emperor, did you ever hear that there are any secrets in the royal family?"

"Secret not to pass on?" The other party returned his blank eyes.

Ji Wenchun paused for a moment before realizing that he was asking a ridiculous question. He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "It's just a matter of offering sacrifices to gods and gods. It is said that Dayan's lifeline continues and is blessed by the heavens. It's a pity that the emperor didn't make it in time." It made me know that if I can detect the secrets in it now, it may be beneficial to the great cause of the restoration of the country."

The general laughed and said: "The so-called sacrificial sacrifice is just a trick of pretending to be a ghost. The prince has a destiny to protect him, which is the kindness of the heavens.

Seeing that Ji Wenchun seemed a little sad, he comforted him: "If the prince really cares about this, I will try my best to get it."

The young man shook his head.

After the changes in his family and country, the man protected him in the precarious weather, like a teacher and a father and brother, teaching him the great cause of restoring the country and the knowledge of being a king, so that he did not really become the isolated and helpless former prince in the proton's mansion.

Therefore, Ji Wenchun has always respected him.

It's just that after the other party showed disregard for ghosts and gods at this time, the young proton suddenly didn't want to let the other party know about the person of unknown origin that appeared in his consciousness.

After bidding farewell to the other party, he walked around the secret room and was about to walk out the back door of the General's Mansion, which used to be full of people but is now empty, when he happened to bump into a maid in the side courtyard.

She was cleaning the courtyard when she bumped into Ji Wenchun at a glance and let out a low cry of surprise.

The young man's heart sank. Once outsiders found out about the relationship between the former crown prince and the current idle general, it would be ruined.Seeing her throwing down the broom at this time, subconsciously wanted to rush over to capture her immediately, and then told her teacher to deal with it, but saw the other party running over on her own initiative.

"Why did you come here again? If adults see it, it will be terrible!" In the cold of the snow, the servant girl's face was flushed, she obviously wanted to look angry, but she couldn't hide it. The joy that could not be revealed, so that even the pretty face showed the charming look of a young girl, "Don't tell me, you fell off the wall again!"

The other party showed a clear acquaintance with him, but Ji Wenchun had never seen such a person in his memory.In order to prevent things from leaking, he never contacted any servants in the general's mansion.

With vigilance and confusion in his heart, Ji Wenchun pursed his lips and hummed in a low voice.

The servant girl stared at him with dark eyes, blinked and blinked a little strangely: "Are you in a bad mood today?"

After thinking about it, she still didn't care, but turned around and ran to the courtyard, and folded a plum blossom under Ji Wenchun's dark eyes.

The petals of the plum blossoms are still covered with white snow, making them even more fragrant and cool.The girl handed the plum blossoms to him with a blushing face like this, forced her face that was burning with embarrassment, and said, "Here, here you are, didn't you come here because you fell in love with the plum blossoms in this mansion again?" ?”

Ji Wenchun didn't look at the plum blossoms.

He still stared at the servant girl with deep eyes, and only smiled slightly when she tilted her head and looked at him with some doubts.

Then use the gentle, clear and soft voice of the one that should not belong to him—whether it is the cowardly and useless proton in front of outsiders, or the cold and unruly prince in the eyes of some people who shoulders the burden of restoring the country— Said: "Thank you."

Ji Wenchun saw that the other person's face turned redder in the soft voice that he deliberately imitated someone, and even his ears burned, so he smiled more gently.

"You... since you got the flowers for your mother, go back quickly. If the guard finds out, you will be beaten to death." After a glance, he walked away from him, picked up the broom from the ground, and left quickly.

Ji Wenchun looked at her back, took the plum blossoms, turned and walked along the path.

— how stupid.

That woman couldn't even tell that there was no one in her body.

Human beings are clearly existences that will be blinded by the skin of the flesh, and they are hopelessly stupid.

The snow was still falling one after another, and he was already familiar with the paths around the General's Mansion. After leaving the back door, he walked along the remote path and watched the rustling snowflakes keep falling.The branches on the side of the road couldn't bear the heavy burden, so they shook a bit, and the white weight on them fell to the ground, revealing the bluish-black branches again, quite conspicuous in the white.

Ji Wenchun twirled the branches of the plum blossoms, thinking that he should be doing it for the ghost whose real body he hadn't discovered until now, but he had already noticed that he was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface, and even found him and the people in the general's mansion. Feel vigilant while coming to survey.

But it was strange that what was bigger in his heart was anger.

... Also, some strange emotions that I can't even describe.

It's like when he was a child, he obviously won the first arrow that hit the target, but because the third brother was younger than him, the master gave more praise to his younger brother.

That is, unpleasant, and wronged.

"Are you mine..."

Subconsciously read out the thoughts in my heart.

Then Ji Wenchun suddenly realized that he didn't even know the other party's name.Because he always only spoke in his heart, he didn't need to call that person by his name.

He held up the broken flower branch in front of him, staring deeply at the cold and distant plum blossom.

Proton, who was supposed to be weak and useless, showed a contemptuous smile, and the next moment, he threw the flower on the ground.

——Then, the feet wearing cloth shoes stepped the flower branch deeply into the white snow.

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The author has something to say: Ji Wenchun appears to be a weak, harmless, bully trash on the surface, but is a black man in essence.

However, Yiwen had already noticed this, so he used his body to go out to investigate secretly while he was asleep, so he had a short communication with the maid, until the maid came up to communicate and exposed when she saw Ji Wenchun——

☆, the third pawn to seize the country

Since the heavy snowfall, the people of Li have suffered greatly. Seeing the reports of the dead everywhere, the rulers of the new dynasty are still obsessed with graceful singing and dancing.

As a result, the disasters in various places were thrown lightly and ignored.

Since it is a cold day, it is indeed more suitable for drinking all night under the beautiful blankets and beautiful clothes than the pariahs lamenting.The emperor invited the officials and aristocrats who stayed in the capital to come to the palace to have a good night. The nobles are also invited.

As the last member of the old royal family, he was naturally among them.

The person who informed the news saw him dressed in rags, and sneered lightly, with a look of disdain to hide it, and it didn't matter that Ji Wenchun didn't hear it.

He just shrank back in the corner of the wall as if timidly, watched the other party turn his head and said something to the servant behind him, and then left with a flick of his sleeve.It was not until the afternoon that someone brought a set of togas.

The size of the clothes is actually wrong, a bit too big, but Ji Wenchun is used to wearing clothes that don't fit her body size.What's more, after Ivan looked at it, he said that it was time for him to grow his body. This rare good clothes would fit after wearing it for a while, so he had no objections.

Sitting on the carriage arranged by the imperial palace, the horseshoes swayed across the snow. It was a strange feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time.Ji Wenchun pulled up the curtain in the carriage and looked out.

The streets are still covered with layers of snow, and the old people are ragged and begging along the streets.

Even if they saw him, those people still had insensitive and cold expressions, as if they had long been used to not being able to get food from the nobles, but they no longer had the strength to avoid them in a panic.

However, a beggar happened to meet his gaze, so he showed a ferocious smile, turned his head and spat into the snow, and cursed viciously: "God damn northern barbarian."

Ji Wenchun was slightly taken aback.

Before he could react, his hands had already covered his eyes, and Ji Wenchun felt his body being pulled back——

He leaned against the warm cushions piled up with soft fur behind him, listening to the breathing of the only person in the carriage, and the clear and soft voice of that person in his consciousness.

"—don't look at it."

Ji Wenchun actually wanted to laugh.

What kind of weakness did that person think of him? Even though he heard his former subjects ridicule, disgust, and humiliate him as an outsider, he only felt complicated and unspeakable in his heart, but he was not really depressed.

- One day, I will change all this.

Rather than sadness, what is stronger is hatred and the desire for revenge.

But feeling the temperature attached to his eyes, his heart seemed to be plucked by the thin fluff, it was soft and hot, so he just lowered his head and whispered "um".

Different from the disasters that were seen along the way, the palace was illuminated by warm lights and furs of various colors hung on the walls. The whole palace looked warm and still retained the habits of the northerners.

Since the founding of the new dynasty, there have been constant comparisons between nobles and bureaucrats, and arrogance and lust have prevailed.Five-meter corals are beaten for fun, young pigs are fed with human milk, silk presented in the prosperous Jiangzhou is used as a foot wipe, even servants are dressed in fine clothes, cooking with candles, and washing pots with caramel.

Ji Wenchun hadn't seen such a luxurious scene for a long time. Even the palace where he grew up and where he could run around and laugh and have fun when he was young has become so strange.

Those brocade clothes made his eyes hurt. Ji Wenchun watched silently for a moment, then hid in a corner, unwilling to communicate with those nobles of the new dynasty, lest he would be humiliated for no reason.

He just looked coldly at the frivolous and rampant nobles with northern accents, and a few bureaucrats with southern accents who accompanied him with a forced smile, as if watching a play separated by thin paper, staged A repertoire that seems close but is actually very far away.

But the poor prince wanted to survive the banquet like this, but the troublemaker refused to let him go.

Ji Wenchun saw someone not far away yelling, "He's here!", and then a few laughing young masters ran to him, forcibly grabbed his hand, and shouted: "Your Highness, can you really let me go?" We are easy to find!"

Your Royal Highness, this title is just a pretentious joke for those boring dudes who are used to humiliating him.

Ji Wenchun lowered his head and remained silent, pretending to be timid and frightened.I heard one of them "shush" and said: "Shut up, the Holy Majesty is right there, what kind of prince, do you think you live too long?"

"Ah... Then the little bastard will be fine."

The hand that was holding him used strength, and as soon as Ji Wenchun had bad thoughts in his heart, his wrist was pulled by the man, who directly pulled his hair and pulled it forward, causing him to frown slightly in pain, hearing Laughter: "You say so, little bastard?"

Ji Wenchun remained silent, just shrunk his head, let the other party pull his hair, and listened coldly to the mocking: "Speak, little bastard?"

Yi Wen looked at this scene of bullying in ancient times with some novelty, and at the same time lamented that Ji Wenchun was really tolerable.

He didn't get a response for a long time, and the other party felt bored, but he refused to give up, so he dragged him to the corner, looked at his friend Nunu, and then smiled at Ji Wenchun: "Young master, why don't you talk poetry with us here?" drinking?"

The people next to him immediately cheered: "Yes, if you can't answer, you can drink a big glass! What do you think, young master?"

Although they were asking for his opinion, their nonchalant attitude meant that he was forced to participate no matter how they expressed their opinion.

After the change of family and country, Ji Wenchun has not been to school for a long time, and the matter of poetry is even more ancient for him.But even though the environment was harsh, he did not give up his studies. Even though he seemed to be drowsy all day long in the Proton Mansion, and after the guards had relaxed their vigilance, Ji Wenchun would often go to the General's Mansion to read and learn some classics through the other party's room full of sage books.

He is naturally not afraid of poetry.

But these ignorant dandies came out at this time, and they kept saying that they would drink to poetry, which made him vigilant. He glanced at the nobles in the high places, wondering if this was a temptation, and Xinchao was still waiting for him. Haven't let go of your doubts about him?

But when the couple of poems began helplessly when he couldn't stop them at all, Ji Wenchun, who was hesitating whether to act like a fool, realized that he was thinking too much.

That is not a serious poem at all. What these dandies recite are all the words and phrases of "I can't sleep upside down, the sound of the rooster sings through the five watch autumn", "the heart of the flower is soft and the spring contains dew, and the willow bone hides the ruddy nightingale". They are all obscene poems learned from some brothel workshop.

Even though he has always been calm and proud, when he heard the words "golden guns fought fiercely for three thousand battles, and silver candles came to seven or eight delicate women", his cheeks were flushed, and he lowered his eyes embarrassedly to look at these people opposite him, but he was so embarrassed because of embarrassment. His lips trembled, he forcibly suppressed his anger, and bit his own lips.

It seems that it matches the weak and deceitful waste substance in the eyes of outsiders.

When the drinking order came to him, Ji Wenchun held the wine glass, bit his lips tightly, and looked around blankly, but in this place full of enemies, he couldn't see anyone who would rescue him.

So subconsciously seek help from the unknown existence in my heart.

He heard the man say in a soft voice: "Just make your choice, Wen Chun." The light and gentle voice was like the white snow rustling in the courtyard at this moment.

Ji Wenchun glanced at the dudes who were staring at him with a smile on their faces, and said in a low voice, "I... won't."

Then he raised his glass and drank it down.

"Oh! Young Master! Why don't you try it!" The other people pretended to be regretful, but they snatched the wine glass from his hand unceremoniously, filled it impatiently, and continued to pass the next round.

Ji Wenchun listened to them continue to read those obscene poems, her cheeks were rosy, and she gradually felt heat coming from her body.The air was so hot that he was uncomfortable, and even his body was sweating non-stop.

He unconsciously stared at the opened and closed lips of those people when they spoke, until Ivan asked "Wen Chun?" in doubt, and he woke up like a dream