The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Meng shook her little feet, and the iron chains collided with each other making a "ding ding bang bang" sound.

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Meng really realized that Yan Xiao was really angry and really wanted to imprison him like a prison.

He sighed aggrievedly, without struggling or resisting, just sat quietly by the bed in a daze.

It turns out that it feels so bad to be misunderstood.

The atmosphere between the two of them was still freezing cold, Yan Xiao raised his head inadvertently, and happened to see the words hanging above the bed, the words "Hold your hand, we will grow old together" are dazzling.

The anger in his heart gushed out again, Yan Xiao raised his hand and used his internal force to break the string, and the paper was almost broken into pieces the moment it hit the ground.

Jiang Meng felt a pain in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to get up to stop it, but in a hurry, she forgot the restraint on her ankles, lost her center of gravity and rushed forward in a daze.

Seeing that he was about to fall headfirst to the ground, Yan Xiao stretched out his hand at the last moment, the corner of his jaw was tensed, and he put Jiang Meng back on the bed with a cold face.

"Don't move around! I don't care if you fall down again!" Seeing that Jiang Meng was still struggling, Yan Xiao roared a little irritably.

Jiang Meng looked at the shredded paper on the ground, and the tears that she had held back for a long time finally burst out, and the tears were almost connected into a thread.

Because he couldn't cry, his whole body was trembling slightly, and his chest heaved violently, as if he was about to lose his breath.

Yan Xiao watched Jiang Meng silently, walked over to unlock his acupoints, and immediately sounded like a small animal whimpering, causing his heart to feel a sudden dull pain.

After all, he didn't say a word, and there were still many things that the army had not explained when returning to the court. When the guards came to report outside, Yan Xiao followed.

Seeing his boss being bullied, Ji Xiaopang rushed out aggressively, but due to his limited ability, he could only punch and kick Yan Xiao's back: "Yan Xiao is really bad! How about dropping your declaration of love, Boss?!"

Jiang Meng cried until the pear blossoms were raining, her red eyes were like faucets: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Ji Xiaopang knew how much Jiang Meng's painstaking effort was spent on this painting. He looked at the mess and sighed silently, not knowing how to comfort him for a while.

Not long after, Xizhu came in with tea and snacks. As soon as she came in, she was so frightened by the scene in front of her that her face turned pale, and she almost couldn't hold the food box in her hand.

The little master, who had always been spoiled by the third prince, cried like a weeping little man, and was shackled to the head of the bed by a chain!

It was originally a happy thing for the third prince to repel the Turkic aliens and return in triumph, but unexpectedly, such a thing happened as soon as he returned to the palace. All the eunuchs and maids knew that the two masters were at odds, but none of them People know exactly why.

Xizhu walked to Jiang Meng's bed, and put the food box on the small table beside the bed: "Little master, Your Highness asked me to bring you something to eat, will you eat some?"

Jiang Meng was a little tired from crying, she stared blankly at the beam, and after a long silence she said angrily, "Xi Zhu, I'm so full of gas, how can I eat?"

Xizhu was just a little maid, she dared not gossip about the love and hatred of the masters, she responded, and said in a low voice: "Then eat when you are hungry, His Highness will probably be back soon."

Jiang Meng turned over and curled herself up into a small shrimp, buried her face in her hands, and sulked to herself.

When Yanxiao Miansheng returned, it was already past dinner time, and he walked straight into the room, only to see that the room was in a mess, and everything that Jiang Meng could touch was thrown to the ground.

Just by looking at it, one could imagine Jiang Meng throwing something angrily.

Xizhu came over with the dinner that was just warmed up, and said tremblingly: "My little master has been tossing about for a long time with anger, but he refuses to eat. He said he was full, but now he is probably too tired to fall asleep. Your Highness, look ..."

Yan Xiao's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Meng's crying face: "What else did he say?"

Xi Zhu hurriedly replied truthfully: "The little master said that you can be angry with him, but you should not tear up his writing... The main thing is this sentence, which has been repeated several times."

Yan Xiao frowned, turned around and looked at Xi Zhu suspiciously: "What word?"

Xizhu buried her head even lower: "It's the handwriting hanging above your bed. It was written by my little master after half a year of handwriting practice. I wrote it over and over again, and you tore it up." The one in the picture was selected by the little master out of thousands of people."

Yan Xiao's heart moved slightly, but soon he returned to his cold appearance: "In the future, you are not allowed to enter and leave here without my order, and tell the others that if I hear any gossip outside Jingqian Palace, I will take some of you. One is to ask."

Xizhu trembled in fright, and hurriedly answered "yes", then didn't dare to stay any longer, put down the food box and retreated.

Jiang Meng was lying on his side on the bed, his eyes were lightly closed, tears were still hanging on his eyelashes, his hands were clenched into two small fists, and his arms were placed on his chest like a baby.

Even if she is asleep, she can sleep with a look of grievance on her face.

Yan Xiao stood by the bed and looked down at him, the anger in his heart was far less exuberant than before, but betrayal is betrayal, like a nail pierced into his heart, although not fatal but painful, always reminding him of the pain in front of him. The man is a ghostly little liar.

He turned his head away from looking at Jiang Meng, looked around the messy ground, and somehow thought of something, he suddenly squatted on the ground regardless of his image, and pieced together the words that he had torn off.

"Hold your hand, and grow old with you", Yan Xiao stared deeply at these eight words, his eyes dim.

……

Jiang Meng was only temporarily full of gas before, and when he woke up, he was already hungry and screaming "cuckoo".

He turned over and sat up, the iron chains on his ankles were still there, but the messy room before he fell asleep had been cleaned up, and his painstaking efforts had long since disappeared, presumably they were taken away as garbage .

"Chicken Xiaopang," Jiang Meng was still not very happy, and his face flushed from sleep, "Is Yan Xiao planning to starve me to death?"

Ji Xiaopang rushed out, with a flattering smile on his face: "How is this possible! I just saw Xizhu come back from the imperial dining room, and from the food box in her hand, I smelled the smell of chestnut cake Already!"

As an insider, Ji Xiaopang has been a little busy recently. While urging Jiang Meng to complete the plot line of falling in love and killing each other, he also has to maintain the image of his own boss in front of Jiang Meng, lest a boss will scrap it after recovering his memory Into a pile of gibberish.

Ji Xiaopang sighed in his heart, and smiled like a worried old mother: "So boss, Yan Xiao still cares about you very much! Don't hate him!"

Jiang Meng grunted coldly, and ignored Ji Xiaopang. He looked at the iron chain on his ankle, wondering if he could let Ji Xiaopang open a cheat to get it off.

He doesn't want to be trapped in the cold palace by Yan Xiao like a concubine out of favor!

While struggling to think about where he would go if he could escape, Yan Xiao walked in, followed by Xi Zhu carrying a food box.

Xi Zhu didn't even dare to look at Jiang Meng more, she hurriedly left after setting up the dinner, Jiang Meng followed her gaze, and saw delicious four dishes and one soup on the table.

He clearly planned to use silence to fight against the perpetrator, but it was a pity that Jiang Meng's own stomach was too disappointing, and before he could make a fierce expression, he let out a rather funny grunt.

Yan Xiao obviously heard it, but instead of rubbing his flat belly like before, he tapped the dining table with his fingertips and said emotionlessly, "Come down to eat."

Jiang Meng was still holding grudges because of what happened just now, he snorted angrily, and said fiercely: "What else do you want to eat? I'll forget it if I starve to death!"

Yan Xiao turned his head and stared at him coldly, and his tone became a little arrogant: "You are just my confinement now, and you still think of yourself as the little prince who is loved all the time? Your body is mine, and it is not up to you to decide !"

Jiang Meng's eyes widened, and she was more arrogant than him: "Yan Xiao, if you are so unreasonable, I will really hate you!"

Yan Xiao laughed back angrily. He came over and untied the chain on Jiang Meng's ankle, hugged him directly to the table, and pressed him roughly into the chair: "Are you eating by yourself, or shall I feed you?"

Jiang Meng had already turned upside down, not afraid of him at all, he picked up a spoon and threw it on the ground with a loud crash: "I won't eat! I just want to starve myself to death!"

Yan Xiao sneered, picked up the soup bowl and took a big sip by himself, then he lifted Jiang Meng's chin and crossed over directly mouth to mouth.

The soup poured down his throat, and Jiang Meng was choked and coughed because of the struggle, his eyes were filled with bright tears for a moment: "cough cough cough...Yan Xiao, you bastard!"

Yan Xiao straightened up, her eyes reddened with anger like Jiang Meng: "You'd better eat obediently, and don't do anything to hurt yourself, otherwise I'll strip your clothes off right now, and let you feel what a real bastard is. "

Jiang Meng froze in place, and two streams of tears flowed down.

He found that he couldn't compete with such a Yan Xiao, like a defeated little beast, he could only put away his sharp claws to attack the enemy, find an inconspicuous place to curl himself up into a ball, and lick the wound alone.

The room suddenly became quiet, only the sound of Jiang Meng's sobbing was left, which was so weak that it made people feel distressed.

Yan Xiao closed his eyes, hiding all the pain in his eyes, he turned around, and said coldly, "Let Xizhu take care of you from now on."

In this state, when two people meet each other, it's like a needlepoint. In that case, it's better not to see each other.

After Yan Xiao left, Xi Zhu came in and coaxed Jiang Meng to have dinner. She was just a girl with no relationship experience, and she didn't know what to say to comfort Jiang Meng, so she stammered a few words of persuasion " Little master, please take good care of yourself," and retreated.

Ji Xiaopang drooped his chicken head in a disinterested manner, thinking that his boss had made a big fuss this time.

Jiang Meng cried for a while and stopped crying. He felt that the relationship between himself and Yan Xiao for more than ten years was useless. When something happened, Yan Xiao refused to give him any trust.

Since this person is so ruthless, why should he cry and fight against himself.

Seeing Jiang Meng's cold face, Ji Xiaopang quietly approached him: "Boss..."

Jiang Meng turned her head quickly, stretched out her finger and pinched Ji Xiaopang's mouth: "If you say good things for Yan Xiao again, I will cook you up and eat meat!"

Ji Xiaopang stopped silently, blinked the little black bean's eyes, and expressed with a pitiful look that he would never dare again.

Jiang Meng finally let go, he thought carefully for a while, and made a major decision: "Pang Ji, I will never talk to Yan Xiao again, unless I die."

Ji Xiaopang gave a weak "Oh" and tentatively asked: "Can you really do it? Didn't you say in your diary that Super Invincible likes him very much?"

"Ah!" Jiang Meng blew his hair. He pressed Ji Xiaopang on the bed, and said in a very fierce tone: "You bad bird! I told you not to read my diary!"

Ji Xiaopang panted exaggeratedly under Jiang Meng's claws: "I, I didn't mean to look at it, boss! You hold high...Hold your hands high..."

Jiang Meng felt that the diary had become his black history, and the full affection recorded in it had become a past tense, like a scar, which he couldn't even mention.

"I don't plan to like Yan Xiao from now on," Jiang Meng said very seriously and clearly, "He not only tore up my handwriting, but also attacked me again and again... In short, he and I have always been together. Finally, there is the most common relationship between the villain and the protagonist, love and love are not allowed to be mentioned again!"

Ji Xiaopang quickly nodded and said "yes", and then went through the current plot line in a businesslike manner: "Now Yan Xiaoli has made outstanding military achievements, and has been conferred the title of Prince Ning by His Majesty the Emperor. , and enjoyed political and military power that cannot be underestimated. We will move in a few days, to Prince Ning's Mansion."

Jiang Meng nodded, and asked coldly, "How much is the progress bar?"

Ji Xiaopang was quiet for a few seconds, and replied: "...80%."

Jiang Meng still had no expression on her face, she replied and lay down on the bed, her eyes closed and she didn't know what she was thinking.

……

Nearly a month later, Yan Xiao never showed up, only Ji Xiaopang reported Yan Xiao's situation diligently every day, whether it was Yan Xiao and Yan Nanhuai's disagreement in the court, or Yan Nanhuai's Some crooked ways came up and wanted to assassinate Yan Xiao, Jiang Meng was calm and calm, as if he was determined not to have any contact with the other party.

Prince Ning's Mansion has already been completed silently, and now its owner has finally become Prince Dazhao Ning, leaving the palace and opening the mansion independently without delay, and has been completed one after another.

On the way from the imperial city to Ningzhou, Yan Xiao and Bai Xuanting rode horses side by side, but Bai Xuanting who came to see him off was very depressed: "I just said why Xiao Ling'er doesn't like me so much! The common people bullied us little cuties!"

Ever since Jiang Meng and Yan Nanhuai's secret collusion was discovered by Yan Xiao, he never told anyone about it, even Bai Xuanting who had experienced many things together was no exception.

Yan Xiao rode the horse quietly, staring ahead, without answering.

Bai Xuanting reckoned that there must be something awkward between the two of them, so he generously taught Yan Xiao his "way of controlling his wife": "On how to make my little lady stay by my side obediently and not go out There is only one way to provoke other young talents."

Yan Xiao turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "?"

Bai Xuanting continued to brag flatteringly: "That's pampering him! He spoils him so lawlessly that it's unbearable to put it on others, so he's yours alone!"

Yan Xiao hooked the corners of his lips, and sighed a little self-deprecatingly: "I'm afraid it's going to climb on your head."

Bai Xuanting thought to himself that you, a wife slave, have been taken over by Xiao Ling'er a long time ago?

After all, it's other people's housework. Although Bai Xuanting is nosy, but he has no choice but to give up when he meets Yan Xiao who can frighten you off with a look like Yan Xiao.

After moving into Prince Ning's Mansion, Jiang Meng still couldn't see Yan Xiao, but besides being restricted in his freedom, this little confinement of his was definitely treated like a serious princess. In terms of food and clothing, Yan Xiao never Never treated him badly.

Even though he was served with delicious food and drink like a little ancestor every day, Jiang Meng was still haggard little by little with the passage of time. The one-month deadline had come, and the dormant poison in his body began to torment people again.

Xizhu would report to her master what Jiang Meng ate and said every day, but today she stuttered and dared not speak, her head drooping to her chest.

Yan Xiao frowned, and his voice sank: "Speak up if you have something to say!"

Xizhu raised her head, and the tears in her eyes began to roll: "My lord, my young master has not been in good health recently. His fever symptoms just improved yesterday, and he started to have a fever again during dinner today. This servant wanted to call the doctor to take a good look at it." Look, but the little master is not willing to let me report to you..."

Yan Xiao had nothing to say, and walked directly into Jiang Meng's bedroom.

Jiang Meng has always been sick recently, Yan Xiao knew it, although the two of them did not say a word on the surface, in fact, every night, Yan Xiao would walk into Jiang Meng's bedroom involuntarily, and then take advantage of the other party's deep sleep Take him into your arms and hug her.

It was like this every day, but Jiang Meng never found out, because Yan Xiao would leave before he woke up.

In recent days, Jiang Meng's fever has become more and more severe. Yan Xiao has sent his men to invite the imperial physician from Kyoto to come over, but he did not expect the time interval between the recurrence of the disease to be so short.

When Yan Xiao walked into the bedroom, Jiang Meng was lying on the bed in a daze and sleeping. The dinner on the table was only a little bit. It is conceivable that he was suffering from illness, and his appetite also weakened.

Yan Xiao stretched out his hand to press Jiang Meng's forehead, the scorching temperature made his face completely cold, he turned around quickly, and summoned the hidden guards with him: "I will give you a day to bring Chen Taiyi back, no matter what you use way."

The dark guard retreated under orders, and Jiang Meng was awakened by Yan Xiao's voice.

Ji Xiaopang used a plug-in to reduce his pain. In fact, Jiang Meng really didn't feel the pain. He just felt extremely tired, as if he hadn't slept in hundreds of years. Every time he closed his eyes, he wanted to sleep Forever.

He opened his eyes slowly, and it was Yan Xiao's cold face that came into his sight.

"Are you awake?" Yan Xiao's eyes were dark, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

Jiang Meng was not a narrow-minded person at first, after a month, most of his anger towards Yan Xiao had disappeared, perhaps because he was mentally weak due to illness, he actually felt that he missed Yan Xiao so much.

"Hmph, you're finally willing to come and see me," Jiang Meng opened her moist eyes, and she didn't have the strength to speak, "I thought I had to wait until I died..."

Yan Xiao's heart throbbed violently, he covered Jiang Meng's mouth, his eyebrows almost twisted into twists: "What nonsense!"

Jiang Meng smiled and said nothing, he knew he was going to die, Ji Xiaopang told him a few days ago, Xiao Ling died of illness in the original plot line, when Xiao Ling died of illness, the progress bar was successfully completed when.

Although he was very reluctant, but now he was only one step away from success, and he had no reason to give up.

Seeing that Jiang Meng's cheeks were burning red, Yan Xiao could no longer pretend to be indifferent, and his eagerness was undisguised, just like before the incident happened.

Jiang Meng closed her eyes tiredly, and slowly leaned her body towards Yan Xiao, like a little milk dog that was about to be frozen to death finally found its nest, and gently rubbed her cheek against the other's cheek. the back of the hand.

"I'm sleepy...Yan Xiao." Jiang Meng said softly, the gradually rising body temperature burned his strength, "I have to sleep for a while..."

The candlelight in the room illuminated a dim room, Xizhu stood still in the shadow and wept secretly.

Yan Xiao's five fingers were clenched tightly, he lowered his head and kissed Jiang Meng's forehead, coaxing softly: "Ling'er, be good, sleep peacefully, when you wake up again, you will be cured."

Jiang Meng was so groggy and sick for several days. When he had the strength to open his eyes again, only Ji Xiaopang was watching him with tears in his eyes: "Boss, you finally woke up..."

Jiang Meng grinned heartlessly, stretched out her fingers and poked his wings: "Is this mourning for me?"

Ji Xiaopang choked up a few times, "Boss, not long ago, Yan Nanhuai's attempted rebellion was exposed, and Emperor Zhaoming was so angry that he finally took this opportunity to abolish Yan Nanhuai's crown prince and pass the throne to the Yan Xiao. In this way, the plot line is almost complete! In addition, because of your illness, Yan Xiao almost collapsed, so our progress bar has reached 99%! Enough boss! You don’t have to die!”

Jiang Meng gave an inexplicable "hmm", her face was already pale and terribly pale, "Chicken Xiaopang, how long can I live?"

Seeing Jiang Meng's breathing getting weaker and weaker, Ji Xiaopang simply cried out: "Boss woo woo woo... Yan Xiao already knows that you became like this because of poisoning, you can hold on for another day, A day later, he will be able to find the antidote, woo woo..."

Jiang Meng felt that her soul was about to float up again. There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, her body became lighter and lighter, and her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear her: "Oh, I... I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for him..."

After the words fell, Jiang Meng's eyelashes slowly drooped, and he slowly exhaled his last breath, his expression was quiet and soft, without the slightest sign of pain.

The next moment, the door of the room was slammed open, and Yan Xiao rushed in in a panic, and then he was stunned, and the porcelain bottle containing the antidote in his hand was smashed to the ground.

Day and night, he was still one step too late.