[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

"Your Highness!" The little maid let out a thin scream, and rushed forward to try to help Zhuang Yan up, but Zhuang Yan was still in a deep panic, his eyes were blank, his whole body was weak, and his body was shaking uncontrollably .

"Your Highness! Your Highness, cheer up! It's okay! It's okay now!" The little maid had never seen such a battle before, she just came in and saw such a scene, she didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't know where the courage came from. He picked up the food box and threw it at the man's head.That move was a success, but now she was so anxious that she burst into tears, but she could only hug His Highness, not knowing what to do.

After a while, Zhuang Yan finally recovered. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the wrist of the maid beside him and stood up. He stared at the unconscious man lying on the ground, his voice still trembling slightly, "We put him Lift, lift out..."

"Where are you taking it, Your Highness?" The maid asked weakly, also trembling.

Zhuang Yan's mind was in a mess, he flashed all the places he had seen, and finally stopped at the abandoned lotus pond not far from here.

Zhuang Yan and the court lady dragged the commander's body with difficulty to the lotus pond.Naturally, there were no lotus flowers in this pond. At this time, reeds that no one had cleaned up were growing densely, as tall as a person. When the night wind blew, they collided with each other and made a rustling sound, adding a sense of tranquility. Horror.

When they came here, the two of them had exhausted their strength, and now they were sitting on the ground, helpless to face the unconscious man.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, let's go quickly." The court lady thought that everything would be fine if she threw her here.

Zhuang Yan was not so naive, he stared at that disgusting face, tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, "No, after he wakes up, sooner or later he will settle accounts with me."

"Then...then what should I do?" The little maid didn't know what to do.

Zhuang Yan pinched the hem of his clothes until it turned white. In the end, as if he had made up his mind, he looked at the little maid, "Give me the hairpin on your head."

The little maid didn't know why, but she still listened to his words and pulled out the silver hairpin from her head.

Holding the hairpin, Zhuang Yan slowly approached the man, his whole body was trembling: lips, hands, feet, there was a voice in his heart, frantically stopping him: No, you can't do this!That is a life!

Today is the eighteenth day of the seventh month, the moon is only missing a corner, so the moonlight is still shining brightly, Zhuang Yan trembling, touched the man's throat.As long as he sticks down here...he doesn't have to worry...

Don't, don't.Can't do that.Contrary to the voice in his heart, his body was uncontrollable, his soul and body seemed to have been separated, he stood there, looked at the young man who was terrified and panicked, and raised the silver hairpin towards the man.

There was a very slight sound of "poof", and large streams of hot blood flowed out.The man was stabbed in the throat by this blow, opened his eyes suddenly, covered his throat and let out a cry of "ahhh", rolling on the ground.The blood rolled along his body and flowed on the ground.

The maid let out a short scream and quickly covered her mouth.Zhuang Yan took a few steps back abruptly, staring blankly at the horrific scene in front of him.

After a while, the man stopped moving.Zhuang Yan felt that his mind was blank, and the only thing that echoed was "he killed someone", such a terrified question to himself.

"Who's there?" Suddenly, a strange male voice sounded from Lu Wei's side.

Zhuang Yan suddenly came back to his senses in shock, and immediately grabbed the maid's hand and got up to run.Before he could move in the future, he knelt down suddenly with a pain in his leg, and it was the man who hit him with a small jade.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Yan whispered and pushed the maid.She looked back at him, but finally couldn't resist the fear of being caught for murder, and ran away in a panic.

Zhuang Yan sat there with his head down, watching the man approach step by step, a pair of black boots appeared in his sight, and then he heard the man say: "Raise your head."

Zhuang Yan didn't move, looking very stubborn, but in fact, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The man squatted down, reached out and lifted his chin, Zhuang Yan suddenly turned his face and knocked off his hand. His black hair was untied and hung down long, blocking his face, making the man take it seriously for a moment. Can't see him clearly.

The man didn't move, at this time another person came and reported to that person: "Your Highness, there is a man with a silver hairpin piercing his throat over there. From his clothes, he seems to be the commander of the guards of the West Palace. He is not dead yet. Do you want to save him?"

Zhuang Yan was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the commander.

The man noticed it and asked, "Did you do it?"

The young man in front of him just gritted his teeth and looked at the body, as if he was unwilling.

"Why do you want to kill him?" the man asked again.

Zhuang Yan didn't speak.He had already made up his mind to pretend to be a mute.

"Oh, it's interesting." The man seemed to have smiled. Hearing his words, the other person could step forward, regardless of Zhuang Yan's struggle, and press his hands behind his back on the ground.The man stretched out his hand leisurely, and this time he pulled the boy's jaw smoothly, revealing that amazing face.

Perhaps the young man was too frightened by the feeling of being bound. At this moment, he knelt there with a pale face, his eyes like autumn water were full of distress, his hair and clothes were messy, and the full moonlight shone on him, reflecting It looks like a miserable water ghost.

The man paused slightly.Noticing the red mark at the corner of his mouth, he touched his face and pulled back his clothes. Zhuang Yan was shocked and angry in an instant, with an unconcealable panic, "What are you doing! Let me go! Let go !" It's just that his strength is too weak, so how can he shake the guard.

The man smoothly stripped him naked in the open-air mat.

His hands were cut off by the guard, his legs were held down by him, and his entire chest, waist and abdomen were exposed in front of the man. The man's eyes slid over the rough pinches and bruises on his body, and he probably understood. What, but when the line of sight fell on the place under him, he stopped, as if talking to himself, "Immediate eunuch? Or an assassin who sneaked into the palace?" No, if it is an assassin, he can't even kill anyone. Yes, that's really laughable.

Zhuang Yan had no other choice but to stare at him with his eyes. His eyes were full of water and fierceness, not only would not make people feel scared, but would make people make trouble Make trouble, tease him, and watch him cry.

He noticed it, frowned slightly, and said, "If you don't tell me now, I will have a thousand ways for you to tell me." His eyes fell on him, and he recalled the soft and delicate hands when he touched him just now, The touch that makes people reluctant to let go, "It's just your flesh and blood, you have to suffer a lot."

Zhuang Yan kept his mouth shut and did not intend to speak.He had just heard his guard call him "His Royal Highness", which meant that the person in front of him was also the prince.If so, what should he say?

He is an imposing prince, but he was bullied by a man and almost lost his life!What a shame and humiliation to the royal family!

Seeing that he didn't intend to speak, the man planned to take him back to the East Palace for interrogation.At this moment, a woman's voice came from not far away: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Zhuang Yan was shocked.It's Xingtao!It turned out to be Xingtao!

Xingtao was woken up by the maid who fled back, and the maid told her the whole story, she didn't have time to scold the wolf-hearted man, so she hurried to the lotus pond to look for him.

There was no shelter by the lotus pond, and the two of them didn't intend to hide, just there, she saw the state of her highness being pushed to the ground at a glance, and even recognized the person in front of her highness at a glance—— It is the present prince, Zhuang Ke.For a while, I was shocked and scared.

Seeing her like this, the man knew that she knew the boy in front of him.However, Your Highness?What does this appellation mean?

Before Xing Tao had time to think about it, he knelt down in front of the man, "His Royal Highness, this is because the commander is so obsessed with daring to force such filthy things in the palace! I beg your Highness to learn from me!"

"You know me?" Zhuang Ke was slightly surprised.He also had nothing to do, so he stumbled into this remote West Palace by mistake. How did the maids here see him? "Then who are you?"

"Servant, servant..." Xing Tao felt that she was dizzy, but what could she do now?So she said slowly, "The slave is the maid of Fangqi Court."

"What about him?" Zhuang Ke pointed at Zhuang Yan, "Did you call him just now? 'Your Highness'?"

Gritting her teeth, Xing Tao knew she couldn't deceive her, "This is... This is Empress Lian Ji's posthumous son, Your Highness the Thirteenth."

He knew about Lian Ji, she was the concubine whom his father loved very much before, but it was a pity that she died young.But why didn't he know that she had a child?Zhuang Ke stared at Zhuang Yan, but with his appearance, it is true that only such a beauty can be born.

It's just... Zhuang Ke frowned. The prince was living in such a desolate life, and he was in danger of being violated. It can only be said that the palace has indeed reached the extreme in favor of the high and the low.

"Fourteen, let go of your Highness." Since he is the prince and his younger brother, he naturally cannot be escorted by his guards like this.

The guard let go, and Xing Tao immediately rushed over to hug Zhuang Yan, "Your Highness, how are you doing?"

Zhuang Yan lowered his head, feeling that the sight above his head made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.He is also a prince, but this person is a high-ranking prince, yet he is so pitiful... Zhuang Yan has never felt sad because of his unfair treatment before, but now that he has met him, he just feels ashamed.

Zhuang Ke looked at him for a while, and suddenly thought of the person he wanted to kill.He bent down and stretched out his hand towards Zhuang Yan, "Come here."

Zhuang Yan looked up at him, a timid look flashed across his face, he struggled a bit, and slowly put his hand on the other's.

Zhuang Ke's hand was strong and generous. He grabbed Zhuang Yan and pulled him up from the ground.Zhuang Yanren got up, but his legs were still weak. Zhuang Ke noticed his bloody knees, so he bent down and picked him up.

Zhuang Yan was caught off guard, and suddenly realized that his clothes were dirty, so he struggled to get off, "I, on my body... Please don't get your Highness's clothes dirty." It was the first time he was held in someone's arms, and he couldn't even speak. said.

Zhuang Ke said: "It doesn't matter." He had already carried him to the side of the man, and then gently put down Zhuang Yan.

At this time, the man had already lost his breath due to excessive bleeding, and the blood had already seeped into the ground, but once again facing the man at close range, his whole body was enveloped in heavy bloody smell, Zhuang Yan still flinched hard, his heart ached. Endless fear surged up, and he grabbed Zhuang Ke's clothes tightly and refused to let go.

Zhuang Ke was behind him, half-embracing him, looking at the extremely rough wound on the corpse, and slowly said: "You can't kill him at all like this." He held Zhuang Yan's hand and pulled him away. On the half-exposed silver hairpin, the feeling of holding the murder weapon again made Zhuang Yan tremble uncontrollably.He couldn't speak, just watched Zhuang Ke hold his hand, and slowly pulled out the silver hairpin.

He couldn't see Zhuang Ke's face, but heard his calm voice above his head, "Next time if you want to kill someone, stab here and kill with one blow." As he spoke, he pulled the hairpin to the side of his neck , and then suddenly exerted force and plunged in.This time, even Zhuang Yan thought that the man's blood had dried up, but a thin stream of blood spattered on Zhuang Yan's white face.

He was shocked, unable to support himself anymore, and fell limply in Zhuang Ke's arms. His face was pale, and he could only gasp for breath, shaking like a sieve.

His back was covered with cold sweat, and a bird from nowhere suddenly sang at night, waking him up from his daze, he took his hand away suddenly, turned his head and buried it in Zhuang Ke's chest, his trembling voice was weak and frightened, "No more... ...No more..." Why do you want him to recall the scene of killing someone with his own hands again?Why teach him such a thing?he does not want!He doesn't want to kill any more!

"What's your name?" The voice that asked him seemed far away.

Zhuang Yan murmured unconsciously: "...Zhuang Yan."

"The palace is such a place that cannibalize people." Zhuang Ke raised the young man's pale face with a trace of emotion on his calm expression, "But you are my younger brother, and I will protect you from now on, feasting on you." Son, don't be afraid."

do not be afraid.do not be afraid.That man's embrace with heat and a touch of incense seemed to be the only place for Zhuang Yan to take refuge in the bloody and cold night, so he had no choice but to... let himself be handed over to this elder brother who had only seen one side.

This matter passed like this, Zhuang Ke ordered someone to deal with that person, quietly, except for Zhuang Yan, Xing Tao, the little maid in green, and Zhuang Ke's master and servant, there was no one else. I know about it.

What makes Zhuang Yan feel strange is that Yao Ji is indifferent to her lover disappearing for no reason.

At this time, he was greeting Yao Ji routinely every day. Since Yao Ji told him that day, his attitude towards him became better, because his knee was injured, and he actually avoided kneeling when he greeted him, because Seeing that he was thin and weak, he even sent someone to boil a decoction for nourishing qi and nourishing the body, and asked him to drink a bowl every day when he went to greet him.

The author has something to say:

Don't be afraid == I said so, but I'm not sure that the writing is too cruel?After all, I am used to writing sweet articles==

By the way, I'm asking for opinions, babies care...is the chrysanthemum unclean [Thinking]