The invulnerability of fast wear

The inside and outside of the East Palace had already been sealed off, the crown prince lost his morals and was fined "grounded". As for when he would be released, the old emperor, who had relapsed from his old illness, did not give any instructions.

People in the East Palace were terrified, and the establishment of the crown prince once again aroused criticism from the court, but at this time the fourth prince was transferred far away from the imperial city, and went to Xixing, Yanmen to purge the troops. Now a hot target for defection.

As for Wu Xie, who was suspected of regicide, he had already received the sign of being beheaded after autumn. Although he was transferred to the death row, he was not treated badly. The shackle punishment was canceled under his care, and he will be raised for more than a month. Seven or eight, the spirit is gradually improving, and if you are in a good mood, you can even do a set of military boxing in the cell.

The guards acted as if nothing had happened.

Others saw that he was not in a hurry, but Wu Xie was clear in his heart. The crown prince was writing a letter behind closed doors with the assistance of a group of staff.

Yan Song put him in a place outside the forbidden army system like Tianlao, and it seemed that he wanted to ensure his safety.

As for how to deal with the remaining criminals like him after ascending to the throne, there are only a few situations: amnesty for the world and letting go, starting the fight against the brother, making a fake show and continuing to question him, and there is also an extreme operation of the original text, on merit The single word of reward is the king.

But now it seems that it is impossible to reward meritorious deeds. Yan Song has no intention of asking him for help. There was no plan to let him out of the dungeon.

Before guessing the unlocking event, Wu Xie might be able to stay in the prison obediently and wait for an opportunity. Unfortunately, as an experienced driver, he has already figured out the basic routine of customs clearance tasks.

So for Yan Song's anti-siege plan, he can only say sorry.

After pouring a breath of white water, his gaze was fixed in the air, and the live broadcast in the suburbs was floating steadily in the air. The jailer who didn't know the mystery of it just thought that the commander was in a daze again.

In a Taoist temple built in the outskirts far away from the capital, a beauty with peach blossom eyes is carrying an empty bamboo basket, picking up herbs thrown on the ground by the water, coughing lightly from time to time, raising her hands like a weak willow to help the wind, wearing a wide avenue robe Hugging on her thin shoulders, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel distressed.

The floating perspective seems to be relayed from the eyes of some kind of bird. Although it falters from time to time, you can understand what's going on after watching for a long time: the little girl was bullied again.

After finishing the routine monitoring, Wu Xie has changed from being slightly embarrassed at the behavior of observing other people's daily life like a pervert to the current one who is familiar with driving.

- Well, it's all about living and dreaming.

System: "...the sincerity of this reason is only 0.01%, the host has changed."

Wu Xie: "Experience makes people grow."

System: "..." Indeed, but why is your growth direction a bit crooked?

Small talk is small talk, aside from the description in the original book, Wu Xie has another understanding of what happened to the heroine in the Taoist temple.

Before Yan Song rebelled and ascended the throne, the heroine was experiencing a trough in her life.

Different from the male protagonist, Yanling Weigui is the first princess, enshrined in Lin'an, and loved by her father and brother since childhood.

She is innocent and kind, full of a sense of justice, she takes good care of Yan Song whose mother and concubine died young, and looks down on those courtiers who follow the wind to read with him, but she only has a good eye for Wu Jiaerlang, who has a good character-the queen of the general He is the only one among the companions who doesn't bother to bully the weak to please those princes, not only that, but also protects them.

The two people's personalities are very compatible, and the days passed by in the cultivation of feelings. Yan Lingwei's life went smoothly and smoothly until Concubine Li appeared.

This woman was suddenly brought back to the palace from the hunting ground by the emperor, and she captured the man's whole mind like a fairy who fell from the sky. Cun, did not make the absurd act of abolishing the queen and establishing the concubine, although he had thought so.

At that time, Yan Lingwei had grown into a graceful girl, just in the period of rebellion, and soon formed a relationship with the "newcomer" who had just entered the palace. Since then, the protracted palace battle between the two began.

During this period, Concubine Li survived the empress to death, but she couldn't get rid of the royal ancestral system and ascended to the phoenix throne, but after all the emperor favored her, as long as the queen was vacant, she would be above ten thousand people—Yan Lingwei had been here for a long time. Lost in the struggle.

However, before she could be proud, Concubine Li inadvertently discovered that her son was deeply in love with her half-sister, Yan Lingwei, whom she wished she could get rid of as soon as possible, and even threatened not to marry him for life!

How is this possible? !

In order to prevent the situation from deteriorating, Concubine Li quickly set up a plan, and finally sent this thorn in the flesh into the isolated Chenqing Temple. She wanted to spend some time to grind people to death without anyone noticing, but unexpectedly hunted the case Blaming Jiangdong, the sixth prince was dunked into a basin of dirty water for no reason. Compared with the heroine who was already defeated, Concubine Li decisively shifted her target to help her son. The seven-orifice and exquisite heart turned back at a critical moment.

"This wave of operations is simply brilliant." After carefully pondering the content of the script, Wu Xie scrolled down, "Assists the protagonist and also easily fills up the hatred value, setting an example for the outstanding villain of the year, saving me a lot of trouble."

"The host intends to save the hostess?" the system asked.

"Just saving is not enough." With a raised eyebrow, the man poured himself a bowl of water, "I not only want to save her, but also help her kill enemies, give her great power and wealth - as long as she stays away from Yansong, Everything is easy to talk about."

It's over, its host...

"Speaking of which, I have something to ask you." Wu Xie said, "Will the content of the unlocked events change according to the plot?"

"This type of incident is of the same nature as ordinary incidents, no."

"So, if I directly reach the unlocked event without collecting clues, will it affect the clearance?"

"It doesn't matter, the host can clear the level normally." The system said, "It's just that because of insufficient information collection, the host can't get the task rewards in the next world, such as medicines and weapons."

"It doesn't matter." The man smiled, "Finally, I can let go of my hands and feet to do things."

……

When Yan Song came again, it was late at night when the wind was high and the moon was dark.

The cell was dark and foggy, but the man in the white prison clothes didn't seem to have a good night's sleep. He just opened his eyes and looked at the silvery stars outside the skylight, sitting cross-legged, thinking about something.

Facing the sudden fire, he showed very little surprise, but after seeing the person coming, even that little surprise disappeared.

"It's so late, still not sleeping?"

The visitor's tone was gentle, the blue hair was only tied up with a single hairpin, and he looked like he was going out in casual clothes. He didn't dislike the dust and dust of the straw mat in the cell. He opened his hem and sat down calmly, kneeling very close to him.

Hearing this, Wu Xie found it funny, and couldn't help but reply:

"His Highness came to visit late at night, but asked the guilty minister why he didn't sleep?"

Perhaps because he realized that this question was indeed a strange question, the young man smiled sassyly, without being entangled in such a trivial matter, and only said:

"In the past, I have already rested at this time, the reason why I came to see you..." He paused slightly, waved his sleeves and waved his hands, and the two guards standing outside the door, who were obviously not the prison guards, stepped back neatly. Then he continued, "It's because I had a dream when I fell asleep."

"Dream?"

The teapot was cold, but there was nothing else in the prison. Wu Xie poured cold tea for the other party, and was about to think about the words carefully, but the man took a few steps on his knees, and suddenly put his arms on his side, and walked forward. Leaning over, he had to step back a little bit, couldn't help looking into the other party's beautiful pupils that soaked into the night, and suddenly remembered a gold button that he had accompanied a client to an antique shop before.

They were a pair of gold amber buttons inlaid on half of the arms. Because of the fire, only this button inlaid with amber was left in the clothes. After cleaning, the traces of being scalded by the flames were still there, which matched the burnt color. The transparent honey color reveals the mystery that gradually changes like alexandrite.

It is moving, and there is a kind of incomplete beauty.

"What are you looking at?" The man deliberately lowered his voice.

"..."

The man didn't answer, and whispered after blinking:

"I was just wondering what kind of dream His Highness had, so that he came to the dungeon to meet the guilty minister on purpose, and he chose such a time, such a... posture."

"Yeah, what kind of dream is it?" The other party's behavior became more and more indulgent, and he pushed his forehead against his mouth, only to hear a snorting laugh, and his lips greeted the moist heat, "I dreamed that you gave me food." I ordered something delicious—something white, kind of icy, kind of sweet, you remember?"

Wu Xie opened his eyes slightly, and the system frantically sounded the alarm in his mind.

"Don't remember?"

The young man tilted his head slightly to the right and looked at him quietly.

"I remember." The man responded, "It's sweet potatoes."

The system that raised the alarm to sue the male protagonist for sexual harassment was instantly quiet as a chicken.

"At the beginning of that year, the snow fell early, and the Wenhua Palace was very warm, but the second brother didn't allow me to go in, and punished me to listen to books outside the palace." The man said coolly, pointing to his hot chest from the gap in his collar. Woke up, with a slight hint of pitifulness in his tone, "The wind in Yinshi is the most bone-chilling, you were late that day, and you ran so that smoke was rising from your head in the cold day, like a stove, you were also punished by the bachelor outside the hall. Give me the short fur."

The man is still sitting upright, his white clothes have been torn loose by the stretched fingers, his expression is calm, but with a different kind of concentration, the only thing in his eyes is the person in front of him who is in harmony with his breath and acts unscrupulously people.

"You picked up a piece of sweet potato from home for breakfast, even if you hugged it, it was still cold. We each leaned on the stone steps to eat, and you snuggled up to me, it was very warm."

The silk cloth slipped along the man's waist, and his knuckles were interlocked on his back. The young man leaned over and hugged him. His arched back looked somewhat fragile. He looked like a man who couldn't keep out the cold alone in winter. Like a traveler, he buried himself tightly in the man's warm neck, and whispered reassuringly:

"That's it, just like in a dream."

He'd thought that was all there was tonight, a reality not rejected but not accepted either.

But the man raised his wide and dry palm, encircled him gently with a gentle gesture, and combed the black hair on the back of his shoulder like soothing. Yan Song didn't dare to move, afraid of awakening this rare tenderness, and also afraid that the tip of his nose would be sore. Steam into the eye sockets.

He felt really mad.

The day of the confession was just a part of the plan, but it made him see Wu Xie in a state of embarrassment that he had never seen before.

The pale man unconsciously bit a strand of hair hanging down his cheek, his expression was hidden in the shadows and he couldn't see clearly. If it were someone else, he would have no interest at all, but because the person being treated like this was Wu Xie, he would I couldn't help but stepped forward to use the jade piece to push away those obstacles, wanting to see clearly.

The moment they looked at each other, Yansong saw clearly the desire in the other's eyes.

With a little aloofness and a frankness of disdain to deny it, Shi Shiran conveyed an extremely publicized meaning just like that.

--I want you.

Although the man concealed it very quickly, and when he raised his eyes, he only had a businesslike attitude, but he was sure that he was right, and felt that something was gradually cracking under the pressure of the ice.

——Ah, this is another possibility.

Thinking of this, he suddenly understood the truest desire deep in his heart.

His benefactor, his ally, his subject, his... This person who has multiple meanings to him should not be limited to the status stipulated by the secular world.

After [-] years of mediocrity, I only now realize that there is still such a way back.

However, it is not too late.

……

The person in his arms had already fallen asleep, Wu Xie raised the black silk under his palm with his fingertips, and observed the glimmer of fireflies above it by the candlelight, the expression in his eyes was dim and unclear.

It is impossible to sleep, there are still many things to do tonight.

He can only be greedy for the joy of this moment.

Tomorrow, I'm afraid——

Strangers.