Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

After a night without dreams, Ying Qi woke up from her sleep and found that Li Xingjin was no longer around her.

He sat up in a daze, leaning against the bed, replaying what happened last night bit by bit in his mind, rubbing the tip of his nose involuntarily, until it was as red as his cheeks, and only then did a small smile secretly appear on the corners of his lips.

After putting on his clothes, he realized that the sky outside had already brightened. Ying Qi went out and saw the palace servants outside the bedroom, and asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

Seeing that his clothes were a little disheveled, the long black hair was not tied, and it was scattered behind his back. His face was like fat, and he was as beautiful as a begonia in bloom. He couldn't help but blushed for a moment, and said softly: "Master Gu, please see me early in the morning, Your Majesty He went to the meeting hall with someone."

Thinking of the news I overheard when I went to buy goods outside the palace this morning, the palace servant looked at Ying Qi's clean black eyes, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. After hesitating, he said: "My lord, there are envoys from Southern Chu outside the palace to pay their respects this morning. Accompanied by the mighty general, the servants boldly guessed that it should be the Third Highness of Nanchu."

Ying Qi murmured: "Song Qi?"

The palace people dare not answer.

Long before His Majesty came to the palace, there was a decree that they were never allowed to take the initiative to speak to Master Wei Qi, nor could they stop him from going. Those who speak nonsense should be severely punished.

If Master Wei Qi hadn't taken the initiative to ask questions just now, the palace people would never have dared to remind him secretly.

She lowered her eyebrows, feeling a little regretful in her heart, and was about to say something, but felt the wind blowing by her side, and she was gone when she raised her head.

Inside the Chamber.

Li Xingjin and the third prince looked at each other from a distance, looking at each other's graceful posture, there was coldness in their eyes.

The atmosphere is stiff and touch-and-go.

Caressing the handle of the seat, Li Xingjin said slowly: "The Haidongqing raised by His Royal Highness is very beautiful."

The third prince chuckled lightly.

Everyone here understood what he was laughing at.

During the negotiation process, the first mover loses.

Li Xingjin was so straightforward, he had already lost half of the opportunity.

At this time, the flirtatious young man on the wheelchair raised his head slightly, looked at the third prince, his gaze was treacherous and gentle, his red lips parted, like a snake uttering a letter, and his voice was soft: "The living things raised by my brother are always beautiful."

The smile on the corners of the third prince's lips froze, and he raised his hand to stroke the boy's head stiffly, which was a gesture of deliberate flattery.

The young man lowered his head again as if nothing had happened, a beautiful smile slowly appeared on his gorgeous face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

During the whole process, the young man didn't even glance at the rest of the people in the hall, he seemed to be absorbed in his own world, except for the third prince, he couldn't see anyone else.

When the mighty general heard the other party's "brother", his heart shuddered.

As we all know, there are only three princes in Nanchu. If the relationship between the young man and the three princes of Nanchu is as the other party said, the identity of the young man is self-evident.

Li Xingjin didn't care how many sons the old emperor of Nanchu had, but it was obviously not arbitrary for the third prince to bring this young man with a leg problem with him on such an occasion.

He had a panoramic view of the young man's expression just now, Li Xingjin's heart moved, and then the corners of his lips curled up a little interestingly, but he didn't say anything.

The third prince was silent for a while, then directly pointed out the purpose of his visit, and said: "Since Your Majesty has received the letter, can you make it easier for me?"

Li Xingjin smiled coldly without saying a word.

In the letter that Hai Dongqing carried that day, it only stated one thing, that the third prince wanted to obtain the real blood of the Southern Chu royal family, and he had to be a person with dragon blood.

In a hundred years, there was only Song Qi in Southern Chu.

In other words, the other party wanted Ying Qi's blood.

As for whether the other party opened the secret room or the treasure room, Li Xingjin was not interested in it, even if the other party only wanted a drop of Ying Qi's blood, he would not want it, let alone the blood of his heart, wishful thinking!

The third prince obviously also expected his current attitude, sighed lightly, and said: "Your Majesty, you have asked the shadow guard next to him if he would pretend to be someone else in his dream and affect his emotions?"

Li Xingjin tightened his fingers suddenly, and his tone was as cold as frost: "What do you mean?"

The third prince didn't know what to think of. The hand stroking the boy's soft hair froze completely. A trace of deep hatred flashed across his eyes. He said coldly: "The so-called rumors about the royal family of Southern Chu and the blood of the dragon are all false. The theory of the dragon pattern , is even more like being infected with a highly poisonous poison, and the name of the poison is 'Lihun'."

People with "separated souls" in their bodies have separate souls and do not know their own souls. Most of them will hate the extra remnant souls because of fear and fear, and eventually lead to cannibalism.

Considering that Ying Qi happened to have amnesia now, the situation is different, maybe he will think what he saw in his dream as what he saw in the past or it was caused by amnesia, so the third prince said the above.

He went straight to the point: "Your Majesty, the reason why the little shadow guard next to you looks like this is because I wanted to cover up the dragon pattern, but the dragon pattern itself is a highly poisonous thing, and I didn't find a way to completely break it at that time. The method of fighting poison with poison temporarily covered the dragon pattern on his face and weakened the poison."

He paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's just a temporary method, with many loopholes. I think the symptoms of 'spirit away' on that little shadow guard have begun to take shape. Does Your Majesty know?"

Wen Wenrun's words pierced into Li Xingjin's heart like a sharp knife.

He has no expression on his face, but the veins on the back of his hands are bursting out, and the fine pear blossom carvings are clearly visible from the tightened five fingers.

Yingqi never mentioned these things to him.

Yingqi rushed to the meeting hall, outside the corridor were Yingyi and Yingliu and others, and the commander was also there, waiting in full force.

He had a cold expression on his face, and he was about to enter the hall without looking at anyone, but was stopped by the commander: "Ying Qi, the emperor is discussing political affairs with the Southern Chu envoy."

Ying Qi lowered her eyes: "Your Majesty didn't ask you to stop me, Commander, I want to go in."

"You!" The commander frowned deeply, there was deep pain in his eyes, and there was also an indignation that hated iron for not being steel.

After a while, he put down his sword, "Xiao Qi, there has never been such a precedent in the Shadow Guard camp. If you go this way, you must think clearly about the consequences."

Ying Qi was silent, and then solemnly said: "Thank you."

He stepped into the palace barefoot, eager as if he was one step too late, and the love in his heart was about to be taken away.

With just one glance, he saw the king on the emperor's throne. He approached the other party, and in a hasty glance, he also saw the man wearing the mask. Ying Qi's heart tightened, he looked straight ahead, opened his mouth, and called out The name that he didn't dare to call out: "Xing Jin."

"Xing Jin, I..." He was tongue-tied, his mind went blank, he couldn't find a reason why he had to rush into the palace to interrupt the other party's affairs, his heartbeat started to speed up, and his complexion started to turn pale.

Ying Qi looked around, feeling a little helpless, until he saw the tall and handsome Third Prince of Nanchu again.

The other party was standing in the hall, his brows under the mask were cold and gentle, and his smile was pure and pure. Those black eyes, which were exactly the same as his, were also smiling and looking at the seat, with a hint of cunning and teasing.

Ying Qi's heart felt a bit shy, thinking of the picture of the young general speaking softly to the emperor in the storybook, he gritted his teeth unconsciously, and blurted out: "Xing Jin, I had a dream, and I was a little scared."

As soon as the words came out, I wished I could bite my tongue off!

In the hall, except for the boy on the wheelchair, everyone froze because of his words.