I stabbed the villain [Quick Transmigration]

The night fell slightly, and the sky was like a brocade ribbon shining with thousands of stars.The moonlight fell, the candles in the glass lamps flickered, and the pale yellow tassels drifted in the air with the evening wind.

Jing Cun entered the palace ahead of time, and walked all the way in the direction of the Yuzan Hall while thinking, the little thing is very awkward, if he gives it directly later, he doesn't have to ask for the little thing, he has to find a way to make him accept it.

When he arrived at the gate of Yuzan Temple, Jing Cun saw no one, so he reached out and knocked on the door, and a clear voice came from inside, "Mr. Jing?"

Jing Cun let out a "hmm" and pushed open the door.

The young man not far away was still wearing a black robe, with a short cuff at the cuffs. Fortunately, the color of the clothes was so dark that he couldn't tell if they were new or old. In addition, he had a good appearance, so he didn't attract much attention to the clothes.

His black hair was tied into a ponytail with a headband and fluttered behind him, exposing his smooth forehead, making his eyebrows and eyes more and more handsome.

Jing Cun thought in his heart that the palace banquet was about to begin. This man was in no hurry, and he hadn't even changed his clothes yet.

He opened the box in his arms, revealing the begonia gold-patterned jade buckle in the box, and said softly, "Your Highness, I saw this jade buckle in a jewelry store, and it seems very suitable for Your Highness—"

He Jinxian glanced at the jade buckle in his hand, and interrupted, "No need, since Mr. Jing likes to keep it for himself, then it is fine."

After he finished speaking, he asked Yun Yan to walk out of the palace gate, and Jing Cun hurriedly followed, "Where are you going, Your Highness?"

"This begonia suits Your Highness very well, Your Highness might as well give it a try..."

He Jinxian stopped, with an impatient look on his face, "I said no, don't follow me."

Jing Cun was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this person's attitude was quite gentle a few days ago, why he started to reject him again today.

What he didn't know was that He Jinxian had been too lazy to talk to him in the past few days. There was a faint cedar fragrance on his body, and every time He Jinxian smelled it, he couldn't help softening his emotions.

He Jinxian was also aware of this. Last night he went through the classics, and it was recorded that some of their celestial beings had special bloodlines, divided into heavenly stems and earthly kuns. There are different impacts depending on the degree of fit.

The higher the compatibility between Tiangan and Dikun, the easier they will be emotionally influenced by each other.

There is no record of how to judge the heavenly stems, but there is a small red petal-shaped mole on Dikun's right shoulder. The small mole is dark at first, and it will become bright after combining.

On his right shoulder, there is a small mole of plum petals.

Reminiscent of the difference in attitude caused by his recent frequent contacts with Jing Cun, it is not difficult to judge that Jing Cun should be Tianqian. Besides, the two seem to have a good fit.

But...he didn't like the feeling of being influenced and controlled by others.

Fortunately, it was only slightly affected, so there was no need to kill him...as long as this person doesn't hang around him often.

"Your Highness—"

He Jinxian turned around and stepped out of the palace door, Jing Cun reached out and grabbed his wrist, the thin calluses were burned on the skin, with a scorching temperature, He Jinxian frowned, and subconsciously pushed him away.

With his push, he knocked over the box in Jing Cun's other hand, and the jade buckle with the pattern of begonias fell to the ground together with the box, breaking in two crisply.

"boom--"

The surrounding atmosphere cooled down, Yun Yan bowed his head and stepped aside.

The begonia on the jade buckle was torn apart, and the blue gilt inlaid in the petals flowed out from the fracture. Jing Cun leaned over to pick up the fragments. He glanced at He Jinxian, who looked indifferent, without a trace of guilt on his face.

Jing Cun felt a tightness in his chest, and a fire rushed up.

Jing Cun reached out and grabbed He Jinxian's collar, met his eyes, the inside was pitch black, like a deep pool covered with frost.

He Jinxian moved his fingertips and said what he had been wanting to say today.

"In the future, you don't have to come to my palace again."

He stretched out his hand to grab Jing Cun's hand, and managed to loosen Jing Cun's grip on his collar. He glanced at Yun Yan beside him. Yun Yan hurriedly followed, and he left without looking back. Temple gate.

A section of hairband floated across Jing Cun's face, carrying a faint fragrance of cold plum. Jing Cun looked at He Jinxian's back and took a deep breath.

Although he knew that what he did for He Jinxian was all his own wishful thinking, and He Jinxian never asked for it, but seeing that person didn't appreciate it at all, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He clenched the begonia jade buckle in his hand, and said coldly to the system in his mind, "Is it my fault? I was too reluctant?"

System 231, "Ding, the system is under maintenance."

Jing Cun, "..." Garbage system.

When the palace lanterns were all turned on, Jing Cun took another route and went to the main hall of the palace banquet.

Almost all the people in the hall had come, delicate pastries and silver carved jugs were placed on the seats, dishes were all over the tables, and officials and ministers sat in corresponding positions according to their ranks.

Jing Cun went to find a seat near the third prince, and sat with a group of Jingzhou dudes who often chased the third prince.

He glanced in He Jinxian's direction. He Jinxian was sitting alone in a relatively remote corner of the hall. The princes and princesses around him gathered together in twos and threes, laughing and laughing. No one spoke to him, which made him very lonely.

The third prince noticed his gaze and sneered, "Why, you want to sit by his side?"

Jing Cun withdrew his gaze, he was still angry with He Jinxian, he was a little irritable, and ignored the third prince altogether.

"I heard people say that you go to his palace every day..." The third prince changed the subject, and his appraising eyes fell on his face, "If you really want to be by his side, I can tell Father Emperor for you, and let me take care of you." You transfer to be the companion of the seventh brother."

"No need." Jing Cun naturally knew that the third prince was just talking. If he really said it, he didn't know how this kid would target him in the future.

Thinking this way in his heart, he replied, "I often go to the Seventh Prince's hall because I feel guilty about falling into the water."

"Besides, I am used to staying with His Highness, and I am not used to going elsewhere. Others may not be able to treat me as well as His Highness."

The third prince stared at him for a while, as if he was judging whether what he said was true or not, seeing that Jing Cun's eyes were not evasive, he snorted, "You're an acquaintance."

With a shrill "The emperor arrives—" from outside the hall,

The hall fell silent instantly, and everyone knelt down.

Emperor Yuan was dressed in a bright yellow nine-claw golden dragon robe, with dragon and cloud patterns reflected on his chest, his brows were graceful and noble, and only the temples were gray.

He entered the hall, looked around, and said, "There is no need to be polite, get up."

Emperor Yuan sat on the main seat, picked up the wine glass and stood up, said something to bless the prosperity of Xiancheng Haiyan Heqing, and spilled the wine inside on the ground in front of him.

For the second cup of toast to the minister, Emperor Yuan took up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After the toast, the atmosphere in the hall became lively. The dancer wore a wide-sleeved red skirt and danced around. The luthier was stroking the long string, the candlelight reflected, and the cups were mixed.

Jing Cun and He Rongchen on the opposite side met their eyes, and He Rongchen smiled at him.

It means to let him do it.

Jing Cun drank the wine in the glass in front of him, and put the small packet of medicinal powder into the carved wine glass in front of him. He watched for a while, and there were quite a few people who came to toast the third prince.

After a Jingzhou dude finished toasting, he stood up in front of the third prince with a glass of wine in his hand, and said, "Your Highness usually takes care of me a lot, so I'm toasting His Highness with this glass—"

The third prince was in a good mood, and clinked glasses with him, "You play well with me, and I will naturally not treat you badly in the future."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your appreciation."

Jing Cun flicked up with his fingertips, and most of the liquid in his glass went into the third prince's wine glass.

He held the wine glass and touched his lips, watching the third prince step aside after finishing his drink.

Jing Cun sat back in his seat, took two mouthfuls of food with his chopsticks, and couldn't help but glance in He Jinxian's direction again.

The man was still sitting quietly in the corner, eating with his eyes downcast, eating very politely.

Jing Cun observed for a while, and saw that his chopsticks fell more on meat and desserts, rarely touched vegetables, and never touched a drop of wine.

He withdrew his gaze, thinking about how to approach He Jinxian again in the future, recalling the original plot in his mind.

The current He Jinxian doesn't have the intention of seizing the heirloom, he was framed and imprisoned in the Imperial Prison, and after being tortured out of human form, he began to have the idea of ​​seizing the heir.

Framed... It seems to be at a palace banquet...

The crown prince asked someone to prescribe medicine to the third prince, and the third prince rolled with the emperor's new favorite concubine in the backyard. The emperor was furious and did a thorough investigation, and found unused Hanchun powder in He Jinxian's palace.

This powder is usually used to clear silt and dispel cold, and when mixed with wine, it will have a miraculous effect of aphrodisiac.

Emperor Yuan asked He Jinxian if he did it, and He Jinxian knelt on the ground with his back straight and said two words softly.

"No."

At that time, all the eunuchs and maids in the Jade Hairpin Palace were questioned. A young eunuch was frightened and knelt on the ground, and explained to the emperor exactly how He Jinxian asked him to drug the third prince.

Emperor Yuan looked towards He Jinxian, and He Jinxian's eyes were full of stubbornness, he looked at Emperor Yuan quietly, and repeated, "It's not my son."

The crown prince and He Rongchen fanned the flames, adding fuel to the story of how the third prince bullied He Jinxian on weekdays.

At that time, Emperor Yuan was wearing a huge green hat, which was worn by his own son himself, and his emotions were not very rational.After hearing what the prince and He Rongchen said, he believed even more that He Jinxian did this to avenge the third prince.

He looked at He Jinxian coldly, and said lightly and sent He Jinxian into the imperial prison.

He Jinxian remained silent, tightly clenched his fingertips by his side, his dark eyes were condensed, and someone dragged him down.

Later, Emperor Yuan's anger dissipated, and he felt that what he had done was a little too much. After all, he was his own son, so he had He Jinxian brought out of the imperial prison.

When He Jinxian came back, he was already in a state of disfigurement. The officials in the imperial prison were instructed by the Crown Prince and the Third Prince's people to carry out many lynchings on him.He had ten toenails pulled out abruptly inside, dozens of welts were drawn on his body, there were red bloodstains on the white skirt, the ink was scattered all over his body, his face was extremely pale, and his breath was weak.

Emperor Yuan took a look that day and was furious, daring someone to lynch without his permission, so he ordered to execute several yamen servants in the imperial prison.

He also vaguely knew in his heart that most of the princes who had been thrown into the Imperial Prison would be abandoned and would not have any hope. It was he himself who made him look like this. He felt a little guilty and felt sorry for He Jinxian. I feel a little distressed.

……

Just as he was thinking about something, he didn't notice that a little eunuch next to him jumped up to him. The little eunuch was holding a flagon in his hand, and one of them lost his grip. A large chest.

The little eunuch hurriedly apologized, "Young Master Jing, I'm sorry, this servant doesn't have eyes..."

Jing Cun came back to his senses, and looked familiar to the little eunuch in front of him.

Isn't this the person next to He Rongchen?

The little eunuch's eyes flickered, and he bowed and said, "My lord, I will take you down to change your clothes."