Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

In the depths of winter, it was already cold to the bone, with strong winds blowing from all directions, but Wen Yan nestled in Xiao Heng's arms, but she didn't feel cold.

When he raised his hand, the place he touched was wet, and Wen Yan felt a "thud" in his heart, probably because the rain had soaked Xiao Heng's shoulder.

He was covered in a cloak, and he hardly saw any wind and rain, but this man was heavily drenched.

Wen Yan's heart was a little sore, and he subconsciously wrapped his arms around Xiao Heng's neck, but before he could say anything, he heard a soft "Don't touch, cool."

"You know Liang too." Wen Yan said in a muffled voice, he knew what Xiao Heng was thinking, so his heart ached.

It is only because he rarely sees a bit of wind that he wears down his not-so-long footsteps so long.

As soon as the words were finished, Wen Yan felt a burst of warmth. The man hugged him tightly in his arms, and the voice rang in his ears, "It's all right now."

Wen Yan is a little envious, internal energy drying or something, teacher, I want to learn this.

"Is it cold?" Xiao Heng lowered his head, and smiled slightly at Wen Yan's star-like eyes.

"Yeah." Wen Yan replied in a low voice.

The smile at the corner of Xiao Heng's mouth deepened, the sudden wind tangled his hair, and a few strands of rain fell, and he waved it twice with some effort.

Wen Yan blinked his eyes, only a little light from the sky that was so faint that it could be ignored, but Xiao Heng felt that the Milky Way was falling on this person's eyes and shoulders, and the thoughts that had been suppressed all night quietly awoke, Xiao Heng leaned over very slowly He pecked lightly on Wen Yan's lips.

Taking advantage of the gap between Xiao Heng's leaning over, the sporadic thin rain condensed on Wen Yan's eyelashes, which were wet and a little heavy.

The wind stirred the hair of the two of them, and it also made their hearts itchy unbearably.

"Is it still cold?" Xiao Heng's voice was a little hoarse, but also full of romance.

Wen Yan paused for a long time, moved his fingertips a few times, finally lowered his eyes, and said in a very low voice, "En."

Xiao Heng chuckled softly in his ears, bowed his head and kissed again.

He knew he couldn't ask any more, otherwise he must be the one who regretted it when the time came, just two superficial kisses, the breath was so chaotic, Xiao Heng felt a little funny, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

When we got back to the thatched hut, the charcoal stove was burning, and occasionally there was a crackling sound of a piece of wood breaking, which added a lot of fireworks to the desolate place where no one was around.

Xiao Heng didn't take off the cloak on Wen Yan's body, put him beside the square table, put the hand-warming purple cauldron in his palm, and said, "Shall I boil some hot water and wipe my body?"

Wen Yan nodded. There was a charcoal stove at his feet. He looked down for a while and asked, "Is this fire always burning?"

"Yeah." Xiao Heng turned on the lights around him, and his face was instantly blazed with light, "When the cold air hits, he walks slowly. It's hard to avoid the cold in this barren mountain."

"You're not afraid that someone will stray into this place by mistake." Wen Yan put his hand on the purple tripod to warm himself up, and said, "It's a barren mountain, and this dilapidated house can be regarded as the land of Taoyuan."

"Break?" Xiao Heng smiled and shook his head, "Ordinary people don't have the guts."

As Xiao Heng spoke, he took a seat beside Wen Yan, and said with a smile, "I've grown up in the palace since I was a child, I'm afraid Your Majesty has never heard of those weird stories."

"You are easy to deceive?" Wen Yan's mouth curled into a line, and he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the red and green baubles, and always felt that Xiao Heng was raising his son.

"I didn't believe it at first." Xiao Heng propped his forehead with one hand, his eyes fell on Wen Yan, and he didn't move half a point.

The market storybooks used by ordinary people for entertainment are absurd and boring. They always like to compile some dramas about scholarly fox monsters, and they have not been tired of passing them down for thousands of years.

The ghosts and monsters in the book are without exception, every frown and smile are all amorous feelings, hiding the moonlight and skylight, just looking at each other or playing the piano to dance, amazed, fascinated those scholars who strayed into the mountains, and lost their three souls Two spirits.

Xiao Heng didn't believe it at all, it's just a skin, where in the world can we find those romantic shadows.

But now watching the "beauty" under the lamp, Xiao Heng felt that the rumors that had been puzzling for many years had a reason.

If I were the man from the world who strayed into the mountains by mistake, I probably wouldn't be able to move my eyes away when I saw this man's appearance.

But this person is not like a demon, but like a fairy under the moon who is playing leisurely.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" Seeing that Xiao Heng hadn't written anything for a long time, Wen Yan couldn't help but speak.

"I'm thinking about what script to read to scare Your Majesty, so I can find an excuse to hide in the arms of the minister." Xiao Heng curled his lips a little viciously, "What does Your Majesty want to hear? The fox demon and the scholar? The bamboo demon and the scholar." Tanhualang?"

"Or... the emperor and the general in front of the palace?"

Wen Yan glanced coldly, this person really did not forget to take advantage of him regardless of his status, thinking that he had secretly rejoiced for a long time, feeling that this was the first plane where he had a higher status than Yan Qi , but it still seems to be of no use at all.

He said "Your Majesty" on the left and "Chen" on the right, but he didn't have any "self-knowledge" about what he could do.

The word "presumptuous" is exhausted.

"The last one, you should tell me about it." Wen Yan gritted his teeth, with a look of "if you can't make it up, I'll kill you".

Xiao Heng laughed several times in a low voice, seeing that Wen Yan's eyebrows and eyes were no longer as indifferent as they first saw, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

She was dressed in plain white clothes, and compared with the magnificent dragon robe, she lost all color and was pale and innocent, but Xiao Heng felt that this dress looked better.

"Your Majesty really wants to hear it?" Xiao Heng leaned over to touch Wen Yan's ear, and said angrily, "It's all melodramatic sounds, I'm afraid it's not suitable. When Your Majesty gets better, someday I can stand it." Now, I will tell His Majesty one by one again."

Wen Yanrao had made enough mental preparations, but the tips of his ears were still blushing.

"Didn't you say you're going to boil water?" Wen Yan covered his hands under the cloak, clenched them tightly, and tried to calm down, "Go soon."

"Yes, yes, yes." Taking advantage of Wen Yan's inattention, Xiao Heng snuck a kiss on the tip of his ear, and walked out the door amidst Wen Yan's uncontrollable exclamation.

Wen Yan hastily wiped his body, because he was afraid of the cold air entering his body, and because Xiao Heng was freezing outside the door, he was a bit reluctant.

And according to that person's temperament, it is completely possible to find an inconspicuous excuse to break in halfway.

Although Xiao Heng didn't make up the storybook, he still hugged the person in his arms as he wished. He only felt that the person in his arms had soft hair, soft eyebrows, soft lips, and everything was ironed very well. With the lights on, Xiao Heng saw people clearly, he couldn't bear to close his eyes no matter what.

"Xiao Heng." Wen Yan closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against Xiao Heng's neck, and breathed lightly on his skin, gradually feeling a little drowsy.

"I'm here." Xiao Heng replied in a low voice.

"I was not afraid of death."

Xiao Heng was shocked.

Such depressing words were said so lightly.

"Yeah." Xiao Heng paused, and said lightly, "Now."

"Now?" Wen Yan showed a very shallow smile, "Actually, I'm not afraid."

"But I want to stay with you for a while longer." Wen Yan's words seemed to be covered with mist, and the ending was slightly curled, lingering to the bone.

Xiao Heng galloped in the battlefield and became famous at a young age. He had never heard of any reputation, but the sum of thousands of sentences was not as sweet as this sentence, which made him almost cry.

"I haven't been to Mobei yet."

"it is good."

"I also want to go to Jiuming Mountain. I heard from people in the palace that it is especially beautiful when it is snowing. There are plum trees all over the place, and there are snow plum wine buried under the snow and ice. If you can find it, it will be yours."

"it is good."

"There is also a lantern festival."

"it is good."

"Xiao Heng, I don't want to be buried in the imperial mausoleum. If that day comes, remember to find a quiet place for me."

"..."

"it is good."

Wen Yan's voice was swallowed up by the sleepiness that hit him, and it disappeared without a hitch, while Xiao Heng just said "yes" tirelessly in his ear over and over again, pouring out all the tenderness of his life.

After Wen Yan's breath became long, Xiao Heng slowly opened his eyes, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

He, Xiao Heng, has been guarding the people of Yunchu since he could remember, every injury on his body was done for the people, and he admits that he has never begged for anything.

But now, he wants to ask God to be merciful to him and give him a little more time.

"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you wherever you go, even if it is Huangquan Biluo."

Without him, Xiao Heng, Yunchu will eventually be guarded by someone, but the person in his arms is not good, only he can guard in the world.

With a flick of Xiao Heng's hand, the lights were turned off, leaving only a few wisps of gray smoke, which melted into the ink-stained night in a moment.

The next day, not long after Wen Yan got up, he saw Ying Yi who hadn't heard from him for many days.

"Master." Ying Yi knelt on the ground with his head down, seeing Wen Yan's spirit still, his heart that had been hanging for a few days finally fell to the ground.

After telling Xiao Heng about the matter one by one that day, he wanted to come to Chu Huaijin as soon as possible, but Xiao Heng said that there was no one available in the palace, so he had to stay in the palace and guard, and only came here when he was free today. rush.

"What's the situation in the palace?" Wen Yan stirred the porridge in the bowl, and asked softly, while Xiao Heng bowed his head and served him one by one.

Ying Yi was a little surprised. After his master's health became worse, his appetite disappeared. In order to hide the truth from Chu Fu, he usually followed the royal meal routine, but he would always make up some excuses to make those who served in front of him retreat. Occasionally, he was really hungry. , just prepare some porridge and eat two bites.

Although I still didn't eat much today, I tasted a few mouthfuls of each dish, which was too rare for the master.

Ying Yi never believed Xiao Heng's sentence "Your master pleases me" from the beginning to the end, it was just a joke on the scene, but looking at it now, it seems that people can't tell the truth from the fake.

Seeing that Ying Yi didn't speak, Wen Yan looked up lightly with some doubts, only to see that Ying Yi had a strange expression, and his eyes were on the porridge in his hand and Xiao Heng's face.

Xiao Heng Bucai's hands followed suit, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you're hungry, come up and eat together."

Ying Yi suddenly lowered his head as if he had just woken up, and coughed in a disguised way, "This subordinate dare not."

"No problem." Wen Yan signaled him to get up and answer.

"Master, the ministers have invited King Ding to be the 'Regent'."

"The courtiers will play?" Wen Yan curled his lips mockingly, and gently placed the bowl on the table.

"What was said about me in the memorial."

Ying Yi glanced at Xiao Heng, his eyes dodged a little, and said: "If you say that General Killing Zheng is ambitious, I'm afraid the master is already in danger, and King Ding is already preparing for the national funeral."

Xiao Heng knew what Chu Fu was up to, so he scooped up a mouthful of porridge, handed it to Wen Yan, and said, "Finding a corpse is easy, as long as he says that the corpse belongs to Emperor Chu, no one will dare to say otherwise." .”

Ying Yi opened his eyes wide in horror, and murmured, "That's...the Imperial Tomb..."

"If Chu Fu is afraid of this, he won't be able to sit in that position." Xiao Hengyun said lightly.

Yingyi said some more news that he had heard, and then left after barely half an hour's pause.

Before leaving, Yingyi brought an extra word to Xiao Heng——

Ying Wu is looking for the trace of the medicine king, maybe he can cure the poison on the master.