One hundred postures to tease a male god [Quick Transmigration]

"Son, you can't just go like this, you're dead, how can I let my mother live?" Accompanied by bursts of mournful cries, Qiao Yue felt his chest was pressed by a big stone, and he couldn't breathe.

Could it be that he was asked to perform a boulder-breaking performance?Then he must have left like this, and there will never be a second way to survive.

"Don't press it down, you're dead!" Qiao Yue finally spoke in a hoarse voice, saying what he wanted to say in his heart.

The force pressing on his chest stagnated, and then it really disappeared. Qiao Yue was indescribably relieved, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Opening his eyes, a woman's face that was crying with joy appeared in front of him.The woman combed her hair in a dignified and gorgeous bun, with a dragon and phoenix golden step that can dazzle people's eyes pierced on her head. She was dressed in a golden robe embroidered with complicated patterns. It could be seen that the woman was well maintained.Vermilion lips and beautiful eyes, the charm still exists.

But... who is this person?

Why would he appear here again? !

"Son, you've woken up. The imperial doctor said that you are more than good, but I said what kind of nonsense he is. My son is lucky, and he has his own appearance. He is going to be the future prince of the night dynasty. How can it be a mere pool?" Can the lake water kill you?" The woman said indignantly and complacently.

Qiao Yue remained silent and didn't speak. From the information he collected from the woman's words, he had a sad realization that he should have traveled through time again!

"Little prince, you should make a noise, but don't scare the princess again. After learning that you accidentally fell into the water, the princess didn't have time to change her clothes, so she rushed over to see you." The maid beside the woman spoke, but her words were You're welcome.

Qiao Yue reluctantly raised his eyes to look at the gorgeously dressed beautiful woman in front of him. Although he was crying like a pear blossom, he couldn't understand the true meaning of 'there is no time to change clothes'.

"Princess, do you think the little prince has become more stupid?" The servant girl looked at Qiao Yue carefully, and worriedly supported the arm of the princess and said.

"Ah? Isn't it?" The princess bent her waist even lower, wanting to observe Qiao Yue carefully, she stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes: "My son, what is this?"

What kind of routine is it? Why is it still being used? Qiao Yue disdains to speak.

Seeing that Qiao Yue didn't respond, the princess opened her eyes sadly. The tears in her eyes immediately trickled down like a trickle, and she slammed onto Qiao Yue's chest, and beat Qiao Yue's chest hard with her fist: "My poor son Ah, I finally got to know each other, but I fell into trouble and I don’t know each other anymore, what should I do!”

Qiao Yue was hit again and was hammered almost out of breath. This princess seems to be weak and gentle, how can she be so strong.

"Let... put..." There was no chance to finish the words held in his throat.

"Master is here—" A thin, sharp man's voice came from outside the door.

"Master?" The concubine raised her head suddenly and listened to the movement outside, until she heard the sound of "Zi la—" pushing the door, followed by the sound of low and steady footsteps, she was pleasantly surprised by Qiao Yue. Jump up and go out to marry: "Master!"

Qiao Yue lay on the bed unable to move, and could only vaguely see the slender figure of the princess throwing herself into someone's arms: "Master, I'm so scared, if something happens to my son, I will Not alive."

"Princess, please allow me to take a look at the situation of the young prince first." The voice of the visitor was deep and pleasant, but it was somewhat familiar.

As he kept thinking about where he heard the voice, the owner of the voice had already walked in front of him.

Xia Jingshen!He also wore it?

A head of long black hair was casually combed into a bun and draped behind his head. He was wearing a plain embroidered robe with dark patterns. The man's dark eyes examined Qiao Yue who was lying on the bed like a fish.

"Master, the little prince has only said a word at the beginning since he woke up until now, and he hasn't spoken since. Please check carefully, has the little prince become more stupid?" The maid in green shirt spoke again.

Qiao got angry and turned his eyes to her. I didn't say anything, it's because you didn't give me a chance to say anything!

Xia Jingshen, known as the doctor, had an indifferent face, and put his slender and strong finger bones on Qiao Yue's exposed wrist: "The pulse of the little prince is calm, and there should be nothing serious. Maybe it's a sudden change, and I'm still in shock. Let's rest quietly for a few days That's fine."

"Okay." The servant girl responded repeatedly, and secretly glanced at the doctor with a bit of shame, but the doctor's eyes were still all on Qiao Yue, and the heart of a young girl with a spring heart could not help feeling sad.

"You..." Qiao Yue looked at the man in front of him, even though his throat was burning like fire, he still insisted on speaking: "You also... wear it?"

The man frowned slightly, and stroked Qiao Yue's forehead with slightly cold fingers: "My clothes today are the same as usual, don't think too much, rest at ease."

After finishing speaking, the man gave a few more precautions and left.

For the next few days, Qiao Yue lay on the bed and was cared for meticulously, which just happened to allow him to adapt to this new world of clothes.

Unexpectedly, instead of going back, he traveled to a new world instead.

This time, his identity was Qiao Yue, the young prince of the Prince Qiao's mansion at night. Prince.

Thinking about the terrible fate, in the last life he was asked to play the role of a genius architect, and in this life he was asked to play the role of society caring for mentally handicapped children.

If he could go back, the Academy Awards would definitely be in his pocket.

"Little prince, it's time to drink the medicine." Zixuan, Qiao Yue's close maid, pushed the door open with a smile, holding a bowl of black bitter soup that could smell from afar.

"Sister Zixuan, I'm almost healed, can I stop drinking?" Qiao Yue frowned coquettishly, there's no way, now he has the IQ of a three-year-old child, so it's normal to speak like this.Besides, as long as he can not drink this disgustingly bitter soup, he can go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire.

"Little Prince." Although Zixuan smiled, her eyes were full of refusal: "This is a prescription written by the doctor himself, you must not disappoint the doctor's heart."

Qiao Yue resisted the urge to scold her, and stretched out her hand to Zixuan: "Bring it here."

Zixuan happily handed the pitch-black soup to Qiao Yue's hands, and Qiao Yue could see his own reflection in the pitch-black soup.

"The princess said that your illness is almost cured, and you can go to school normally by tomorrow."

"I... I... still go to school?" Qiao Yue questioned what he heard, right? I still have to go to school when I'm old?

"That's right, my little prince..." Zixuan thought about her choice of words: "Although your talent is not very good, you are the eldest son of Prince Qiao after all, and you will inherit the entire Prince Qiao's mansion in the future. Appropriate. Besides, your master is a great master, and this is something that others can't ask for for several lifetimes. Prince Qiao got it after begging the saint for a whole month. You should cherish it, little prince."

As a personal servant girl, he has a soft appearance, tall figure, meticulous workmanship, and is good at everything. She is just a chatterbox, especially when facing Qiao Yue, she keeps chattering like a child.

"Okay, okay, I understand, let's talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow." Qiao Yue waved his hand, interrupting Zixuan's words.

Zi Xuan stared at Qiao Yue quite differently. In the past, Qiao Yue was very resistant to going to school. Every time before going to school, he would cry hoarsely and almost lose his breath. Why is Qiao Yue so straightforward this time?

The persuasive words that were brewing in her belly had no chance to come out, so Zixuan could only swallow the words: "It would be best if you think so."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went out, hesitantly opened the door and turned to look at Qiao Yue.

Seeing Qiao Yue lying back on the bed, with his hands under his head, one foot resting on the other bent leg, his ankle was still turning restlessly, and he looked like he was hanging around. Finally, he turned and went out without saying anything. .

And Qiao Yue was still thinking about the doctor who resembled Xia Jingshen so much, whether he was really similar, or Xia Jingshen also traveled along with him.But when he asked that person's reaction, it was indeed like another person.

After the last time travel, Qiao Yue became much calmer this time, and he was no longer so anxious.It's just that what he can't figure out is whether it is a time travel for no reason, or there is some kind of inevitable opportunity in it.If you find out this opportunity, will you be able to travel back to your original world?

In the previous life, Qiao Yue was very concerned about a sentence, "You can only return to your true self if you find what you lost again." However, if those words were the opportunity for him to time travel, then finding what he lost meant Xia Jingyi's heart.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yue rubbed his arm coldly, forget it, Xia Jingyi's kind of scumbag, he'd better do it first as a respect, and another one, it will save several years of life.Besides, if he really created the opportunity to time travel, then he can go back to his own world no matter what, why bother to stay in this place where the toilet can only be called a latrine.

The bed is always the source of evil, especially the bed of little Prince Qiao, which is soft and fragrant. The more Qiao thought about it, he closed his eyes in a daze.

Accompanied by the last thought in my mind, falling into the water and crossing is really bloody.