The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

The morning sun slanted into the house through the Xuan window, Yunxi on the bed slowly opened his eyes, looked at Si Yao who was still sleeping, got out of bed and brought hot water, wiped him for a good life, and then turned around To change clothes.

On the table was Qingyu's tailor-made four-claw python robe, which represented his status as the current prince.

I am used to wearing rough and simple clothes on weekdays, and it is difficult to adapt to the gorgeous clothes for a while; Yunxi is not in a hurry, and puts on the clothes layer by layer in the quiet room, talking softly to himself:

"Master, you always say that a man should aim in all directions. I hope Yunxi will not be trapped in Xuanqingzong's world."

"But Yunxi's world is too small, so small that it can only accommodate Master alone, what should I do?"

Finally putting on the clothes a little clumsily, Yunxi came to the bedside, turned around slowly to the man with a peaceful face, and said with a smile, "This dress fits very well, it looks better than I imagined."

The young man lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and he said softly, "Master, take a rest here first, and the disciple will come back as soon as he finishes his work."

Although the canonization ceremony has not yet been officially held, Qingyu's execution is extremely fast, but within a day, the news of the "Prince" has spread throughout the entire imperial city, so when Yunxi went out, everyone was kneeling outside Two long rows of court ladies and servants.

"Let's go."

The young man's tall and straight body passed through the crowd, and when he entered the main hall, everyone in the hall knelt down and bowed, and the reverence was endless.

Qingyu, who was sitting in a high position, looked at Yunxi who had an extraordinary bearing and nodded again and again, and didn't mind that he didn't kneel down and salute to him. He laughed in satisfaction and said, "Yunxi recognizes his ancestors and returns to his clan. Time to think of a decent name."

"'Yunxi' is certainly good, but as a prince, he is still a bit stingy."

"No change," Yunxi frowned, and refused without even thinking about it, looking at Qingyu impatiently, and said bluntly, "Has the announcement of the crown prince been handed down?"

There was a burst of discussion around, and an old minister looked sullen and wanted to reprimand him.

Qingyu hurriedly stopped her, "Pass it on, if Yunxi is busy today, we can discuss the name at another time."

Dumbfounded, Yun Xi who got the answer strode towards the outside of the hall, saw Lan Xi waiting outside, and ordered someone to prepare the carriage.

Although the selection of the Immortal Governor is a matter of the rivers and lakes, any major matter related to the human world is naturally inseparable from the royal family; therefore, Zang Shuo Pavilion, where the candidates gather, is in the imperial city, and it is only a stick of incense for the two to go fast time.

At noon, the scorching sun was at its peak, and when Yun Xi and Lan Xi arrived, there were already many people waiting in front of Zang Shuo Pavilion.

Everyone was a little surprised when they saw the royal carriage, and they couldn't stop their agitation when they saw Yun Xi and Lan Xi getting off the carriage.

Especially those from Xingyun Sect, their dissatisfaction was palpable. One of the disciples pointed at Yunxi directly and asked, "How dare you take the royal carriage?"

Before the words were finished, someone immediately responded loudly, "Also! Is there no one in the Xuanqing Sect! The suzerain can't hide, and sent you such a disciple!"

The soldiers behind Yun Xi shouted loudly, "It's unreasonable! You don't kneel down and salute when you see His Highness the Crown Prince!"

At this time, a male voice sounded from the crowd, and the head of a certain sect took two steps forward, took the lead in bowing deeply to Yunxi, and called out "His Royal Highness the Prince".

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and a group of people who reacted quickly also saluted one after another, only a few stubborn ones still stood where they were.

As if he couldn't see other people, Yunxi came to the man who shouted "Nobody in Xuanqing Sect" and said hoarsely:

"Kneel down."

Everyone felt a very shocking aura invisibly, and then saw the man's face was blue and his fists were clenched tightly. After a while, he knelt down on his knees unbearably, and then there was a crisp sound from his neck, his head banging on the ground.

The young man raised his eyes, glanced around, and stopped talking.

In silence, the wooden door of the attic was slowly pushed open, and a man holding a scroll slowly walked out, came to greet everyone, and then spread out the scroll, reading word by word.

The content on the scroll was very long. Yunxi stood behind the crowd and looked at the other disciples who were standing beside their masters. Their faces were all dark with reluctance, and their minds were in a trance for a moment.

He suddenly didn't understand why he was standing here.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yunxi raised his hand and summoned the black long sword, jumped up on his toes, and walked away with the sword in the blink of an eye.

The whistling wind made her cheeks ache, but Yunxi could only hear her own thunderous heartbeat.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart screaming crazily: Hurry up, hurry up.

The soldiers guarding the city gate didn't know him yet. When they saw someone breaking into the city gate, their first reaction was to intercept him. However, the young man's eyes were reddened, and he sent hundreds of people flying with a single palm. Imperial sword flying in the palace.

Standing firmly in front of the courtyard where he lived temporarily, Yunxi staggered violently when he got off the sword.

He walked slowly, walked through the empty garden, and walked slowly to the front of the hall.

Suddenly stopped.

At a distance of only a few dozen steps, someone stood with his hands behind his back in front of the palace gate, and turned his head slowly after hearing footsteps.

The man looked at the panic-stricken Yunxi, stood there and smiled slightly, as if he was waiting for the young man to come over.

In fact, Si Yao is no longer young, and when he smiles, he can even see a very fine wrinkle at the corner of his eyes; but when his eyes are slightly narrowed, and even a little naive, Yun Xi's favorite appearance.

Seeing that very familiar smile, Yunxi suddenly felt fear, and for a moment he didn't dare to go forward rashly.

"The suzerain did come back a few days ago, and the elder brother hurried back the next day, but the disciple didn't know where they went."

Ye Ling and Jing Xi rushed back from the Demon Race to Xuanqingzong non-stop, but when they arrived at Chuyun Peak, they found that there was no one there, and even the disciples who waited on them every day didn't know where they went.

No one could be found, and the jade slip in his arms still did not respond, Ye Ling's uneasiness had almost reached its peak.

To him, Si Yao is the only person in this world who can give him a sense of security, and no matter what, he can't let anything happen to him.

He didn't have a good rest for a few days, and when he got up suddenly, his drowsy head felt dizzy for a while; Ye Ling tilted his body, trying to reach out to the tree trunk next to the handrail, but a pair of big hands grabbed his arms and held him firmly .

Jing Xi, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "There's no need to look for it, the Devil Emperor has awakened."

With a pause on her fingertips, Ye Ling shook off his hand and asked him how he knew.

"We are connected by blood, and I can naturally detect his awakening of spiritual consciousness."

"Tell me, where is Si Yao now?"

"You can't get back even if you're gone," Jing Xi frowned slightly, "The power of the demon's spiritual consciousness is unsurpassed by human beings. Unless someone destroys Si Yao's body, the demon emperor's spiritual consciousness will remain in Si Yao forever in vivo."

With a cold gaze, Ye Ling looked directly at the young man's pair of red pupils, and his voice was as cold as water, "Jing Xi, what are you afraid of?"

The young man paused, only to hear Ye Ling continue,

"In the last life, you were the one who killed Si Yao and Yun Xi."

Seeing that the young man stopped talking, Ye Ling felt his limbs start to feel cold. Although he hadn't recovered his complete memory, the fragmented memory fragments and the contents of those so-called "books" all told him clearly——

Jing Xi in front of him was the young man who slaughtered Xuan Qingzong's entire family.

Except for Yu Lian who narrowly escaped death, everyone, including Si Yao and Yun Xi who avenged him, died in battle.

Ye Ling's voice was trembling, "Tell me honestly how they died in the last life."

"...Yun Xi blocked the fatal blow for Si Yao, and Si Yao finally...killed himself."

Even though he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Ye Ling's heart sank when these words were spoken by the young man himself. He tugged on Jing Xi's clothes almost desperately, and roared in a low voice like a trapped animal:

"Tell me, where exactly is Si Yao—"

The sun at Shenshi had already set, but it still warmly shone on all things and the earth; on a relatively remote part of the palace, there were two people who were enjoying the scenery.

The warm golden sun fell softly on Yunxi's young and handsome face. He put his hands on the blue-gray city bricks, turned his head, looked at Si Yao with a smile in his eyes, and asked him if he was tired.

The man a few steps away shook his head slightly, his smile remained the same, but his eyes were somewhat puzzled, as if he was asking Yunxi why he suddenly brought him here.

"Master has said more than once that he wants to take a good look at the beauty of the world in his spare time; after thinking about it, this huge palace is only the most suitable tower, with a good view and very quiet."

After finishing speaking, the young man raised his finger and pointed to a lake in the distance, and smiled like a child, revealing a bit of canine teeth, "Master must have picked me up at the lower reaches of this lake."

"In this way, the disciple has never asked me, was I cuddly when I was young?"

The man smiled without saying a word, just looked at Yunxi quietly.

It took some effort for the two to climb the tower, but after a few words, the warm sun was about to recede behind the clouds, but at the last moment, they did not forget to burn brilliantly, dyeing the entire sky red.

In the silence, only Yunxi spoke softly,

"Master, do you still remember that the disciple once said that I have something to tell you when I come back this time?"

Hearing the man hum, a faint blush appeared on Yunxi's face; the breeze slightly scattered the strands of black hair from his temples, making him look a little cramped.

No matter how strong and cold he is on the outside, he is only in his early twenties and at the beginning of his love life; facing the lover he has been thinking about and holding in his heart for more than ten years, the emotion and throbbing will always be accompanied by youthful tension and anxiety .

Taking a long breath, Yunxi mustered up the courage to raise his head, and took another deep look at the man in front of him.

The person whom he used all his strength to love and cherish, is standing in front of him at this moment, looking at him with a smile on his face, his eyes are gentle.

How can I express my full, almost overflowing love to this person clearly.

He was suddenly a little scared and a little bit reluctant.

Throat was extremely dry, palms were wet with sweat, Yunxi opened his mouth and made a mouth shape; after a long time, he grinned, and blinked at Siyao, with a playful and relaxed tone:

"The disciple just wants to tell the master that no matter how old Yunxi is, where he goes, and whether he will come back, the master can't accept any other disciples."

Under the astonished eyes of the man, Yunxi smiled desperately, and continued to say coquettishly, "If Master secretly accepts other little disciples, Yunxi...will be very sad."

The man froze for a moment, as if he sensed something was wrong, he stood there and asked him, "Yunxi, what happened."

There was still an extremely gentle smile on his face, Yunxi smiled, walked to Si Yao's side in two steps, opened his arms, as if facing a fragile and peerless treasure, and hugged Si Yao very lightly.

"Master, thank you."

Thank you for picking me up from the lake, thank you for raising me carefully, thank you for letting me experience the most beautiful and precious feelings in this world.

Before the man opened his mouth to speak, Yunxi, who was still full of affection a moment ago, suddenly had murderous intent in his eyes. He folded his hands behind the man's back, and took out an extremely sharp knife from the sleeve of his left hand with his right hand. In the eyes of confidence——

Stab hard into the man's heart!

The man's elegant facial features were distorted quickly, only to hear a black shadow peeling off from Si Yao's body, and at the same time, there was a scream piercing the sky.

"When did you find out!"

At the same time, a large army of demons suddenly emerged from the empty city tower, and thousands of demons surrounded the entire city tower in black; among them, the leading general leaped forward with a soul bag in his hand, and grabbed the demon emperor. Consciousness caught.

The spiritual consciousness that is forced to leave the body is the most fragile, and the devil emperor can be easily subdued without defense.

He was struggling and laughing viciously, "You think you won? Si Yao is still going to die!"

The demon stood on his knees in awe. Amidst the vicious curse, Yun Xi didn't know it, and held Si Yao tightly in his arms with both hands, looking down at his bleeding heart, showing a relieved smile.

How would he know?

Of course he knew, he knew it in the yard.

His master, his unforgettable lover, would never stand still.

His lover will always walk towards him first, touch his head habitually, and say to him with a smile:

"Yunxi, you're back."

"Master, the disciple is back, do you want to see me?"

There were bursts of severe pain in his chest, and Yunxi looked at Si Yao's eyelashes that began to tremble violently, coughing up blood uncontrollably, but smiled incomparably satisfied.

The two of them were covered in blood, mixed together, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

Si Yao opened his eyes, there was still a trace of confusion in them, and when they finally landed on Yunxi's bleeding heart, he was instantly filled with fear, and his first reaction was to stand up and stop the bleeding for him.

His limbs were cold and stiff, his consciousness began to blur rapidly, Yunxi's eyes were in chaos, he felt that he was being hugged tightly, and there were almost desperate cries in his ears.

...Is it Master?

He really wanted to speak, as if privately saying "I love you" to the person in front of him.

He really wanted to say, if I die, can you never fall in love with others again in this life.

But how could he be willing.

How could he be willing to let Si Yao spend the rest of his long life in guilt and pain.

The jade bracelet on his left wrist had been broken into two halves at some point. Yunxi felt a little distressed, but still raised his hand tremblingly, and gently stroked Si Yao's chest. After confirming that the wound was gone, he smiled contentedly and finally spoke. say.

Full of love and apology, Yunxi's voice was very soft, as if it would dissipate in the cool evening wind in the next second:

"Master, do you feel pain?"

The author has something to say: After hesitating for a long time, I still plan to publish a chapter...

Before running, shout one last loudly: Don't cry, everyone!They are not BE!