[Quick Transmigration] Healing System

"Aniang is waiting for you to come back in Xirong."

The fire flickered.

The snow has stopped.The young man wrapped the fur shawl around his body a little tighter, followed the envoy from the Central Plains with his head down, and rode on the war horse standing beside the yurt.It was very cold, as it used to be, but today the wind was colder than usual. He tried his best to cover up the trembling of his body, and smiled as much as possible to his fellow clansmen who saw him off, retaining what little dignity he had left.

It's ridiculous, very ridiculous.At this point, the first thing he thinks about is not A Niang, nor what will happen in the future, but how to maintain a dignified posture that will not be underestimated when he is sent to the Central Plains as a gift now.

Qiyuan's straight waist and contemptuous look at his surroundings lasted until the army left.

It was not until he could no longer see the yurt where his father was, that he buried his head deeply in the cloak given to him by the kind general, not daring to look straight ahead again.He knew that someone was laughing at him behind his back, he knew that he was born humble, but he just had a slightly prettier face than others.But this is not a gift from God, but a punishment.

The distance was too long, and even though the horses were bumpy, he couldn't help but fell into a deep sleep halfway.

In his dream, he heard A Niang singing Xueyuan's lullaby to him, and he almost thought he was still in Xirong. When he was asleep, he suddenly felt a slight coolness on his face. He forced his eyelids to look, only to realize that he didn't know when He was moved into the sedan chair. At this moment, the curtain of the sedan chair was pulled open, and the rain outside was blown onto his face along with the wind.Qi Yuan blankly followed the general who sent him to the magnificent palace in front of him. His consciousness was not fully awake yet, and he still felt that everything was shrouded in fog.

"How do you feel now?" General Ji asked while leading him up the steps of the corridor.

"The palaces in the Central Plains are really more beautiful than those in Xirong." Qi Yuan avoided his current thoughts and replied vaguely, "I remember what the general said, I... I will serve the monarch well, I..."

He swallowed back the next words, because he suddenly remembered that his identity was very difficult to tell, and he had not been truly recognized.

Halfway through the corridor, a little eunuch hurriedly passed them with an empty plate.

Qi Yuan faintly smelled a faint fragrance in the air, and when he looked up in the direction of feeling, he happened to see the red silk dancing in the rain curtain.

The dancer was a petite boy.

The dancing posture is a bit strange, it seems to be the whip dance of the northern man, and it seems to be imitating the red silk dancer of Xirong.Qi Yuan's drowsiness gradually dissipated, he only watched the man in the pavilion from the corner of his eye, and the rest of his attention was focused on the young man.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in his heart, almost drowning his crumbling rationality.

General Ji sent him here and left.

Qi Yuan stood by the wooden railing in the corridor, did not interrupt the young man's dance, but the light in the rose-colored eyes flickered on and off, slowly turning into dark ashes after the fire burned out.

This emotion is generally called jealousy, disgust, resentment.

But there is a difference.

He stood there silently, and there was already a little fishy smell on the tip of his tongue.The young man immersed in the dance did not notice his existence, and the people watching the dance in the pavilion just glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word.

As soon as the dance was over, Qi Yuan saw the man in the golden dragon robe get up and slowly walk towards him. The young man who had just danced blinked his eyes in confusion and followed him.On the road, he had heard more than once that the emperor of the Central Plains looked handsome, but now he knew that the rumored king's face was true when he saw it.Qi Yuan realized that he had stared directly at the man impolitely for a long time, quickly lowered his eyes, gently lifted the hem of his clothes back, knelt on the ground and respectfully paid his respects to the Holy Majesty.

"From Xirong?" Dai Qing frowned slightly and asked.

"Yes." Qi Yuan put his forehead on the ground and replied, "My name is Qi Yuan."

"How long has the person who sent you been gone?" Dai Qing glanced at the end of the corridor, and asked again, "I won't keep you, you go to the treasury to find someone to get some silver taels, pack your bags and leave the palace."

Even though he had known for a long time that this would be the result, Qi Yuan still felt his body go limp and completely lost the strength to get up, "I...I don't know where to go."

"Go back to Xirong, or find a woman to settle down in the Central Plains." Dai Qing had seen too many people with this look, and was even more upset by Qi Yuan's obedient appearance, and his words already carried a hint of impatience.

"I can't go back." Qi Yuan's dark golden hair hung down his face, making his face pale as paper. He was flustered, and he forgot to call himself a slave in his words, "I can't go back, I I'm going to die, I'm useless, I'm going to die... Please, please let me stay here, let me die here, please don't let me go."

His eyes were very astringent, and he could not shed tears. When he secretly looked up, he first saw the bare snow-white feet of the young man beside Dai Qing, and then the graceful and luxurious clothes. Those impeccable black eyes.

Qi Yuan knew that his humble posture was reflected in those black eyes, and faintly read that there was a sense of pity for him. He knew very well in his heart that the other party would not say a word of love for him, because they wanted the same thing, leaving another People, all harm but no benefit.

In this case, why do you still show such a pitiful look?

"Wen An, what do you think?" Dai Qing turned his head to look at Li An beside him, and asked him.

Li An wrote a few words on the palm of his hand, shook his head, and silently glanced at Qi Yuan who was lying on the ground.

"You let me arrange it?" Dai Qing rolled up a strand of his hair, sniffed it gently, and said with a smile, "Look, there are so many people in the world, if I have to take care of everyone's life and death, wouldn't it just increase troubles? What's more, he has nothing to do with me, why should I care about his life?"

Dai Qing kept filial piety for three years, and when he ascended the throne, he had completely become his mother's puppet.

All the good things that will be recorded in the history books in the future will be recorded on his mother's head, and he will only be responsible for the next bad reputation that will be reviled.Since he would be charged if he didn't do it, he might as well do some evil things that were criticized by others, so that future generations could have some basis for scolding him.Dai Qingshui looked at Qi Yuan under his feet, without any fluctuation in his heart.

If it was someone else kneeling on the ground now, Li An might not stop him, but this person is Qi Yuan.

It is the protagonist Shou of the copy world.

Li An originally thought that Dai Qing was the only person the world was looking for, but he didn't expect that there was also a miserable couple in the original plot of the dungeon.Shou Qiyuan, who was born in a foreign land, is definitely a tragic word throughout his life. Except for a period of time when he was favored by Dai Qing in the palace, he lived a relatively comfortable life, and his experience at other times is a proper stepmother plot...

He was bullied by his brothers and sisters in the family, and was treated coldly in the palace. In the end, A Niang, who had been thinking of him all the time, was unfortunately killed during the battle between the Central Plains and Xirong. Prayer for pillars.Li An thought that he was the one who told Dai Qing not to keep Qi Yuan earlier, and it would seem a bit contrived for him to change his mind now.

Although he was not a good person who sticks to the bottom line.

Li An knew that Dai Qing had already made up his mind to drive Qi Yuan away, so he wanted to find a suitable sentence to let Qi Yuan stay in the palace for a while, and then send him out of the palace when the situation stabilized.

Before the words were finished, Li An's peripheral vision caught sight of Qi Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, shaking slightly, and suddenly passed out.