Delusional [Quick Transmigration]

After Yue Xingyun finished speaking, there was only the sound of wind blowing in silence.

He is still waiting for Xie Xiangzhi's answer.

Yue Xingyun didn't look up, so he couldn't see Xie Xiangzhi's expression at the moment.

The future emperor's voice was cold and unusual: "Xingyun, you have exceeded the rules."

"Kings……"

Yue Xingyun felt unwilling, but when he raised his eyes and saw Xie Xiangzhi's confused mood, he swallowed the words.He was considered a close friend of the King of Chu, so he naturally knew that Xie Xiangzhi looked easy-going and did not have too much airs of a king to his subjects, but the decisions he made could not be questioned by anyone.The former prime minister Xu Wei couldn't persuade him, let alone others.

"I hope the king will think twice." He finally said.

"In his position, seek his position. Xingyun, even if it's an admonition, it's a matter for the officials. Today is different from the past, and Yongjing is also different from Chudu. I know that your mind has always been pure and kind, but you can't guard against others. none."

Xie Xiangzhi said to him with a smile, the words were meaningful, if he pointed something, he immediately drew Yue Xingyun's thoughts aside.

As expected, Yue Xingyun couldn't help thinking more, as soon as Xie Xiangzhi said that he knew that someone deliberately instigated him to test Yan Wang's position in the king's heart, and he looked angry for a while.

After sending away the head bird Yue Xingyun, Xie Xiangzhi walked towards Zhaohua Hall along the road in memory.Zhaohua Palace was the residence of Baili Ze, and it was also the residence of his previous emperors. However, before his death, he ordered the Zhaohua Palace to be closed. Since then, the emperors of all dynasties have never set foot in this palace.

Until Xie Xiangzhi returned.

The furnishings in the hall are not much different from those in those days, but many utensils are half-old and not new, and there is a kind of trance like a pearl covered in dust.

There are no lamps in the hall, and the half-lit candles are still condensed in the copper lamps, covered with a thick layer of dust.Xie Xiangzhi thinks that this place maintains the appearance of Bai Li Ze before his death.

He drew back the curtain and walked towards the inner sanctuary.

There are Zihao pens, inkstones and rice paper on the table, which are clean and nothing special.Xie Xiangzhi walked over and sat down on a chair, looking at every scene in this palace.

After sitting down, Xie Xiangzhi was rarely taken aback.

From his angle, one can see the picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall at a glance. It is a blue and blue picture. The scroll is yellowed and the brush strokes are slightly damaged, but it is well preserved.

The person in the painting is none other than himself.Xie Xiangzhi could tell at a glance that this was Bai Lize's brushwork.

He walked up to the painting and looked at it.

This painting shows the appearance of Xie Xiangzhi holding a sword. The sword in red is covered with frost and snow, and his eyebrows and eyes are self-styled.It was the system that reminded Xie Xiangzhi that he remembered the scene of this painting should be when he was trying his sword at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference.

The system pulls out this memory from its own database, and freezes one of the scenes for Xie Xiangzhi to see.

[It should be this screen. ]

Xie Xiangzhi's consciousness scanned the still picture: [Baili Ze's painting skills are good, the painting is... quite similar. ]

The system turned off the screen, and complained: [It is impossible to draw thousands of pictures without looking alike. ]

[Um? ]

[... I may have forgotten to tell you. ] The system struggled for a few seconds, [Baileze's tomb is buried with almost all paintings related to you. ]

Even a bystander like him can't help but feel that this person can't even use the word "crazy" to describe Xie Xiangzhi's matter.

It has guided many hosts, and has seen countless favored people of heaven frown and smile for its host, but it is too rare to be paranoid to this extent.

Besides, no matter how much ordinary people live up to their love, it's just a lifetime, just a hundred years, but this one is obviously different.If you can chase the feelings of so many lives, if you don't get a corresponding response, let alone Xie Xiangzhi, the system feels that it will be implicated for no reason, and the end will not be much better.It doesn't think that this one will take care of its small system if it really gets out of control.

I hope Xie Xiangzhi will always be like this, and don't let him get out of control.The system thought sadly.

Immediately after the system finished saying that sentence, Xie Xiangzhi disappeared, and Xie Xiangzhi was still standing in front of the painting, with a clueless look on his face.

Suddenly, someone hugged him from behind, with his chin resting on Xie Xiangzhi's shoulder, in an intimate gesture.Xie Xiangzhi didn't need to think too much to be sure that this person was Pei Yuan. From the beginning to the end, this was the only person who could get close to him without any defense.

Pei Yuan muffled a smile in his ear: "It's rare for Emperor Zhao to be able to portray His Majesty's three-pointed expression, and his sincerity is really touching. Does Your Majesty say so?"

System: […] It's over, I forgot that the unlucky host even made this happen.

The system desperately withdrew its prying consciousness.

Xie Xiangzhi's expression remained unchanged: "It's quite touching."

"..." Pei Yuan tightened his hands around his waist, Xie Xiangzhi couldn't see his expression clearly from this angle, but heard his breathing suddenly increased.

"Does Your Majesty like him that much?" His eyes were dark and he held his breath, like a prisoner waiting for the final verdict.

Xie Xiangzhi sneered in his heart, you are the one who likes to lose his temper or not, what can I ask?

Xie Xiangzhi's failure to answer immediately made Pei Yuan's already bad mood worse. He held Xie Xiangzhi tighter in his arms, and whispered maliciously in his ear.

"Your Majesty, I want you. Here."

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(Actually, I also wrote some, but there is no time code word tomorrow, so the rest will be updated tomorrow.)