The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo was stunned when he heard this.

Even though he couldn't see anything around him, the voice came through his ears clearly.

Then, before he could react, the owner of the voice seemed to approach him wantonly.

There was a strong wind behind Jiang Zhuo, but the silk robe in front of Jiang Zhuo clung to his body, as if some force was pressing on him.

Jiang Zhuo was startled and couldn't help but backed away.

Unexpectedly, after retreating, he reached the edge of the rain praying platform, stepped on the ground, and slid back uncontrollably.

"Oh one by one" Jiang Zhuo exclaimed in a low voice.

This rain praying platform is five or six meters high.

If you fall down, you will be half disabled if you don't die.

Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes tightly, and the air kept brushing against him when he fell.

Originally, he planned to find a broken system to exchange items quickly, but Jiang Zhuo changed his mind, he might as well take this opportunity to quit this world.

——If the death is caused by an accident, the mission will be judged to have failed, instead of voluntarily giving up the mission, and points will not be deducted.

Not to mention dying at the hands of that evil god.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped moving, allowing himself to fall.

Hearing all the common people screaming in distress, even the ministers screamed loudly at the emperor.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Jiang Zhuo, who was in the air, no longer had the slightest worry, he said silently in his heart.

At the same time, he couldn't help but tickled the corners of his thin lips.

However, the reality is not as Jiang Zhuo wished.

When he was about to fall hard to the ground, Jiang Zhuo felt his waist, as if being firmly held by an invisible force, making him fall to the ground without a trace.

And when he stood still, he didn't know whether it was the wind or the force, but he hugged his waist heavily, extremely powerfully.

Jiang Zhuo was completely stunned at this moment, if it wasn't an illusion, then he could say that he felt it more thoroughly this time.

Pursing his lips, Jiang Zhuo inexplicably frowned uncomfortably.

But fortunately, soon, some ministers quickly surrounded him against the strong wind, and the invisible force seemed to be gone for the time being.

"Your Majesty!" It was the excited minister from before, and this time he was the first to rush over, "Your Majesty, are you alright?!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo realized that he did not die. He was depressed for a few seconds, and could only continue to maintain the temper of the little emperor, nodding casually.

"It's raining! It's raining!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted loudly, his tone full of unbelievable joy.

This sound seemed to wake up the people who were still in shock, and everyone opened their eyes wide and raised their heads.

—Two drops, two drops.

Then the raindrops fell more and more urgently, tending to cause torrential rain.

Jiang Zhuo was surrounded by the ministers, with the court clothes that the ministers could take off on his head, he heard the ministers eagerly said: "Your Majesty, it's raining heavily! You should go back and shelter from the rain!"

Jiang Zhuo nodded again.

But he paused before taking a step, and suddenly turned to look around.

The people who were drenched by the torrential rain knelt at his feet in admiration and gratitude at this moment. There was a sea of ​​people, and they knelt several times.

Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips, and said in a low and clear voice, "Hurry up, everyone."

After speaking, he walked towards the dilapidated house.

There is no aloof attitude.

The common people knelt behind, with their bodies and heads lowered, almost lying on the ground, moving Xie En one after another.

This development slightly exceeded Jiang Qianzi's prediction.

Originally, when she saw Jiang Zhuo fall from the rain praying platform from the window, she couldn't help being overjoyed.

Just saved the trouble of removing him by hand.

But Jiang Zhuo fell to the ground unharmed. Under the eyes of everyone, from such a high rain praying platform, it is unbelievable for anyone to put this on.

After Jiang Qianzi was shocked, she gritted her teeth for a while.

——When this matter gets out, it is conceivable how those untouchables will praise it.

Now, Jiang Zhuo might really be regarded as the Son of Destiny by those untouchables.

Jiang Qianzi secretly felt sad and jealous.

She became more and more dissatisfied with that idiot Jiang Zhuo, who was not as good as her in everything from childhood to adulthood, but because he was a man and had better luck, he was able to receive so much favor.

This is not fair.

She should be the most honorable.

Jiang Qianzi stayed alone in the broken room, the more she thought about it, the more gloomy her beautiful eyes became, but she thought that within a month, Jiang Zhuo would definitely die, so she couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Zhuo has not had time to have children.

At that time, she will ask Jiang Zhuo to draw up a will, and her son will finally get the throne.And she will become the most honorable empress dowager.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Jiang Qianzi's mood improved.

She walked to the room where Jiang Zhuo was, and wanted to say a few words to coax the idiot, but she didn't expect to be stopped by the guards.

The guard was probably new here and didn't know her very well. When he saw that she wanted to go in, he stood in front of her blankly and said: "The emperor has ordered that no one should enter and disturb her."

Jiang Qianzi frowned, "I am the emperor's own sister, how dare you stop me?"

The guard still didn't move, frowned as well, and raised his voice: "The emperor has ordered that no one is allowed to enter!"

Jiang Qianzi didn't expect this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said arrogantly: "Then go and report that his imperial sister is here."

The guard frowned when he heard the words, but he still went in to report.

And Jiang Qianzi could only wait outside the door. She had never suffered such a crime. Although she was angry in her heart, she still put on airs at the beginning, her posture was calm and elegant.

But the time passed, and the guard still didn't come back.

Jiang Qianzi's legs hurt from standing, and several ministers passed by during the period. Seeing her standing outside the door as if being punished, they bowed their heads and left without daring to say a word.

Jiang Qianzi's expression was slightly distorted.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer, and reached out to push the door open.

But was stopped again by the guard who happened to come out:

"Princess, the emperor said that he is tired and doesn't want to see anyone, please go back."

Jiang Qianzi was stunned for a moment, never thought that her idiot brother who loved her the most would treat her like this one day.

After a while, she left with a pale face.

This torrential rain lasted all day and night.

Two days later, Jiang Zhuo and other talents left for Beijing.

The journey back to Beijing will take two or three days.

The carriage bumped all the way, and this time the little emperor was too fragile and delicate to bear the pain.

Even taking Jiang Zhuo back to the capital, he lay on the dragon couch for two days before barely resting.

But the good news is that after his prayer for rain, it has rained all over the country.

And the fact that he fell from the rain-prayer platform unscathed was widely spread by people.

According to word of mouth, in the end, Jiang Zhuo's image among the people was almost deified, and the people now firmly believe that he is a man of destiny with the blessing of heaven.

The previous rumors that he was punished by the heavens were self-defeating.

With this result, Jiang Zhuo was quite satisfied.

But what he was more satisfied with was that since he returned to Beijing, that evil god seemed to have disappeared without a trace and never appeared again.

It's not bad for him to spend a leisurely month and get rid of Jiang Qianzi's group.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but feel happy.

In the early morning, he lazily went to the morning court, went to look at the memorials after breakfast, and went to the imperial garden for a walk after taking a nap, admiring the flowers, and teasing Xiaogong.

Female.

Calm and comfortable, and then sleep comfortably at night.

However, this peaceful day did not last long.

On the eighth day after returning to the capital, Jiang Zhuo spent the day as usual. After taking a bath and changing clothes, he returned to the bedroom to rest.

His bedroom is huge and luxurious.

At night, only a few palace lanterns remain.

The wind has been cool recently, the small window was slightly opened, and the precious and transparent gauze bed curtain was slightly blown by the breeze.

Jiang Zhuo climbed onto his soft bed, rubbed his eyes, felt a little sleepy, and just about to lift the thin quilt to cover him, he suddenly felt something lightly pressing on his lower back.

Jiang Zhuo was extremely sensitive, and immediately opened his eyes wide, looking vigilantly.

There is no abnormality around.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help frowning, not believing it was an illusion just now.

His slender fingers vigilantly grabbed the thin quilt made of gold thread, trying to cover it quickly.

But suddenly, something pressed against the bed.

Jiang Zhuo stared blankly.

There was nothing on his body, but he was oppressed by something, had to struggle to lie flat on the bed, raised his eyes in panic, and could clearly see the fine gauze bed curtain above his head without hindrance.

"...What, what's going on." Jiang Zhuo frowned, struggling hard.

He was wearing thin underwear at the moment, made of golden satin, and his slender calf was wrapped with pure white brocade stockings, and he was kicking lightly uncomfortably.

Jiang Zhuo was secretly afraid and annoyed.

He wanted to call out to the servants who were waiting at the door, but his throat seemed to be pressed by cold fingers, and he couldn't utter a single cry for help.

There were only low, inaudible whimpers of anger, which sounded too fragile.

It's ridiculous that a majestic emperor is pinned down on the dragon couch by something invisible.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo struggled more violently.

But the strength to suppress him was still effortless, and he could even faintly feel the other party looking at him lightly, like watching a curled up ant struggling, calm and composed.

hateful.

Jiang Zhuo struggled to open his mouth, just about to try his best to make a mouth shape.

He felt something suddenly enter his mouth.

Slender and powerful, just like the opponent's fingers.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help cursing in his heart, bastard.

It was as cold as ice to the touch.

Qin made Jiang Zhuo's body tremble slightly, and was invaded by the cold to the crisp cold, but he couldn't even bite the god hard, so he could only let the other party lightly and slowly start to play.

Soon, he couldn't take it anymore, and couldn't help closing his eyes.

Her thin legs kicked even harder.

During the struggle, his mouth became more and more numb, cold and soft.

But gradually he felt that the jointed and cold as ice were indeed the other party's fingers, lifeless and warm.

asshole!open.Jiang Zhuo couldn't speak, the corners of his eyes were extremely wet by sex, he could only scold angrily from the bottom of his heart.

The other party seemed to be getting more and more interested.

In less than a few breaths, Jiang Zhuo opened his lips unconsciously, without any strength.The wet eyelashes trembled angrily.

It was also at this time that Jiang Zhuo felt the evil and cold voice gradually approaching, penetrated into the eardrum, and quickly spread from his blood to his limbs.

"Little emperor, don't be so disobedient."

In this way, Jiang Zhuo was even more unbearable, he kept trembling, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head away to avoid it.But that wanton voice is also like a shadow.

"As a price, serve me well."