There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

The Palace of Eternal Prolongation was crowded with maids of imperial physicians, Ye Zhizhou squatted away from the crowd at the junction of the inner hall and the corridor, looked at the few black-robed guards guarding the corner, and poked the system frantically in his heart, "Tongtian, are you missing information again? , Why does the eighth prince have Zijin bodyguards here?" These are all the emperor's private soldiers, and their rights are outside the court system. They only recognize one master in their lives, and they are the best dark swords in the emperor's hands.In the original plot, the seventh prince wanted to subdue them after he ascended the throne, but unfortunately this group of soldiers did not buy it, and all committed suicide by taking poison and went to the underworld to continue to protect the emperor.

[The system has given all the information. ]

Rolling his eyes in his heart, he resignedly poked open the plot data and started searching.The original plot data didn't focus much on the weak and short-lived eighth prince, and his existence seemed to be just to provide a springboard for An Chengjie to enter the circle of Dayan royal family.Because of his body and age, he was particularly inconspicuous among the many outstanding princes, and there were only a few descriptions when he died.In such a huge palace, only the emperor was truly saddened by his untimely death, and he was seriously ill for a month because of it.Under An Chengjie's reminder, the Seventh Prince took the opportunity to show courteousness in front of the emperor, and gained enough favor with the emperor, laying a solid foundation for him to succeed in the future.

He turned off the file, frowning unconsciously.In the morning, An Chengsheng said that the eighth prince was not simple, and then the eighth prince mentioned some cases and names that were not mentioned in the system information, plus the Zijin guards who guarded here in a protective posture... All the performances were completely different from the original plot. The humble Eighth Prince is completely different, really suspicious.

"The Emperor is here!"

The sharp announcement pierced the night sky, he raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a bright yellow figure rushing towards with lights surrounded by a group of people. .

He almost forgot that this is an ancient society with a lot of etiquette... He lowered his head helplessly, and knelt down on the ground following the movements of the crowd, trying to minimize the sense of existence.However, the sky failed, and the bright yellow figure stopped suddenly when passing by the corridor, and then a majestic and heavy voice sounded not far above his head, "You are An Chengle?"

He moved, wanted to raise his head but was afraid of the taboo of "not being able to face the holy face", so he straightened his body slightly, and replied, "Back to the emperor, it is the grass-roots people."

"Get up and go in with me." After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

A little eunuch walked out from behind the emperor, bent over and stopped beside him, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, respectful but not refusing.Ye Zhizhou straightened up and glanced at him, then at the emperor who hurried into the inner hall, sighing in his heart.In ancient times, this was not good. The imperial power was greater than the sky, and the common people had no human rights.Kneeling is so annoying, the protest is about to end, it's too cruel.

After Emperor Yan entered the palace, he first went to see Yan Mingyong who was lying unconscious on the bed. After sitting for a while, he called the imperial physician to inquire about the situation in detail. After learning that Yan Mingyong was coughing up blood due to emotional agitation, he suddenly fell into a coma After that, his expression changed, and then he looked deeply at Ye Zhizhou standing in the corner, looking thoughtful.

Seeing Ye Zhizhou's hair almost stand on end, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and rubbed his back.Don't blame him for being cowardly, it's really scary that the eighth prince's crazy vomiting of blood before and keeping a smile on his face was too scary, but now he's terrified of Yan's instinct.

Fortunately, Emperor Yan quickly withdrew his gaze, sat there with a straight face and meditated for a while, then suddenly said, "Stay with Mingyong well." After speaking, he got up and walked away with a group of people.Not long after that, a large pile of rewards and valuable medicinal materials were sent to Yongyan Palace. According to the eunuch's intention, it seemed that there was another pile of richer rewards that were sent to Zhen Guogong's mansion.

The emperor is really rich... This is Ye Zhizhou's only thought after looking through the list of rewards and gifts.

Early the next morning, he woke up in the side hall of Yongyan Palace in a daze, moved, and found that his body was a little heavy, he looked down suspiciously, but was so frightened by what he saw that he almost screamed embarrassingly.

The boy in a white jacket was sleeping obediently in his arms, his hands and feet were all wrapped around him, his face was leaning against his heart, and his black hair was slightly messy spread out on both of them, mixing with his loose hair , with an ambiguous sense of intimacy.

My mind was a little dazed, and then I rang the alarm bell loudly!Why did the person who was lying unconscious in the main hall yesterday appear on his bed? !And he didn't notice that someone climbed into his bed at all, it's unscientific, his mental power can't be so defenseless!

Wait, defenseless?

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and then a surprising and frightening conjecture emerged.There is only one person in this world who can make him so defenseless, and that is his lover who has some brain problems in every world, and the eighth prince looked crazy yesterday...but his mental strength is in the other party's hands. Why is there no response when approached?The last world was quite exciting... Could it be that the other party has been so weak in this life that even the slightest trace of budding spiritual power has disappeared?

All kinds of conjectures were played in the bullet screen in the brain, and the mental power was lingering around the opponent's brain, hesitating and not daring to penetrate.If the other party is a lover, then everyone will be happy, but if it is not... the Eighth Prince's weak body and a brain that is faulty at first glance, may not be able to last a round of mental power scanning...

Reason and emotion are at war between heaven and man. With a complicated expression, he lowered his head and glanced at the young man who was clinging to him. He endured it, but he couldn't hold it back. He boldly reached out and touched his pants.Mental power scanning is not working for the time being, but there is another method that may be tried.I don’t know if the birthmark on my lover’s buttocks exists in every life... Feeling the guilt of being indecent and immature, he shook his fingers and pinched the hem of the other’s clothes and lifted it up, then leaned towards the waist of his trousers... Amitabha, God Will forgive him for his crime at this moment.

"what are you doing?"

The back of his hand was cold, and then he was held tightly.

!!!

Ye Zhizhou widened his eyes in fright, subconsciously held his breath and looked at the person in his arms.

Yan Mingyong got up slowly, slowly tightened his hand and pulled it in front of him. The wide neckline slid slightly due to his movements, revealing a white and thin chest, probably because he just woke up. A tinge of thin red that was not too obvious made him look even more gorgeous, "Like my body?"

"Huh?" Ye Zhizhou was a little silly.Young man, your reaction is a bit different from what he imagined, what about asking?What about punishment?What about accusing him of being a pervert?

There was a smile on his pale face, his eyes were full of joy, and his voice, which hadn't reached the period of voice change, was tinged with a low hoarseness, "That's for you." He pulled his neckline and pressed his hand to his neck "Do you need me to teach you?"

Help a pervert!

Withdrawing his hand like an electric shock, he got up and moved away from the other party, looked sideways, and changed the subject stiffly, "It's getting late, is Your Highness hungry? I'll help you get up and wash up."

The smile on Yan Mingyong's face disappeared, and he didn't answer. He just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with serious eyes. His eyes shifted from his baby-fat face to three inches below the navel, and he moved his fingers. "Haven't you grown up yet? That's right, you won't be 16 until the end of the year."

You are only 13 years old!Please be normal!

"It's okay." Yan Mingyong raised his hands and gathered his collar, and put a smile on his face again, a strange light flashed in his dark eyes, "I've grown up."

... This is even more terrifying!

The whole morning Ye Zhizhou was in a kind of numbness after being overly frightened, Yan Mingyong stuck to his side every step of the way, did not disturb him, and read quietly by himself.The emperor came over during lunch and left in a good mood after having lunch with the two of them. Before leaving, he rewarded Ye Zhizhou with many things.After the meal, Yan Mingyong took the medicine and fell asleep. Ye Zhizhou slowly took his hand off his body and called De'an in a low voice. After De'an settled down, he sneaked to the study to get some paper , wrote a few lines with a brush like a dog crawling, and sneaked out of Yongyan Hall.

The palaces of the princes are not far from each other. He avoided the patrolling guards and reached the Deyang Palace, the residence of the Seventh Prince. He spread his mental strength to cover himself, and after a lot of effort, he reached out of the bedroom window and pushed it away a little. window, flicked the note to the Seventh Prince's pillow, then closed the window and left quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zhizhou was not surprised to find that Yan Mingyong had climbed onto his bed again, and his 2s mental strength seemed to be a decoration, and he didn't notice the other party's approach at all.Speechlessly wiping his face, he stretched his hands toward the other's waist without giving up.The next second, the wrist was held, and the head next to his neck moved, and a sleepy voice sounded beside his ears, "Le'er think about it?"

"No." He withdrew his hand, feeling that he was too embarrassing for being so cowardly yesterday, so he decided to be arrogant, and deliberately said bluntly, "You are too thin, I see that you are not interested. Also, don't call me happy Son, please call me Young Master An."

The force on the wrist tightened, and then loosened. The person wrapped in his arms slowly stood up, looking at him with no expression, neither speaking nor moving.His heart lifted slightly, and his scalp tensed unconsciously.

"Le'er." After a long time, when Ye Zhizhou felt that the air in the bed tent was getting thinner and thinner, and swallowed his saliva to confess, the other party spoke, and then his thin fingers reached over and gently touched his cheek , "I remember you have a very annoying concubine named An Chengjie."

He froze, his heart raised slightly, he didn't understand why the other party suddenly mentioned the protagonist's name.

"After you ruined his reputation in Zhenbao Pavilion, he closed the shop." His fingers slowly moved down, wrapped around his neck, and touched gently, "Xizigui, this is the name of his new restaurant."

The protagonist actually opened a restaurant so soon?

"Le'er." The strength of the stroking on the neck increased slightly, and the thin boy leaned over, and the scent of the medicine quickly invaded his sense of smell, "You can't escape." The body was hugged, and the other's cheek was pressed against the neck, The long hair running across the arms brings a cool feeling, and the whisper in the ear is like the call of the devil, "The person you hate goes to hell, or I drag you to hell with me, what do you want to choose?"

He frowned, and his mental power quickly spread out to cover the two of them, his expression turned cold, he stretched out his hand to push him away, and sneered, "Starting to pretend to be mysterious again, go to hell?" On the leg, he raised his hand and slapped him hard on the buttocks, "You don't have a lot of eyes when you are young, I will let you experience what real hell is first!" !He had wanted to do this a long time ago, and he didn't know how to raise such a bear, it would make people angry!

The sound of the beating was crisp and loud, and Yan Mingyong, who was in shock, trembled conditioned reflex, then quickly struggled to turn over and sit up, his arms reached out at a tricky angle and grabbed Ye Zhizhou's neck, with a cold face and a cold tone. With cruel intentions, "An, Cheng, Le!"

"Now you know how to call me by my name." Ye Zhizhou was not frightened by him at all, he stretched out his arms to hug him tightly regardless of the strength on his neck, quickly stretched his right hand down, hooked his trouser waist and pulled down hard, and then Pulling the man into his arms forcefully, he looked down at his buttocks.

A red birthmark in the shape of a flying bird was imprinted on the upper buttocks, bright and eye-catching.

"You..." The expression on his face froze and then turned into a daze, and the hand holding the waistband of his trousers was slowly released, and he looked down at Yan Mingyong, who was blushing with anger, and raised his hand to stroke his long hair , "It's really... your life... How did you become this Xiong Dexing?"

Yan Ming never spoke, but only looked at him with a ferocious expression, his wide eyes were bloodshot, the hand pinching his neck tightened and then loosened slightly, his chest heaved violently, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly Coughing, coughing and leaning sideways on the bed, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

"Mingyong!" The bright red blood quickly stained the cyan silk sheets, Ye Zhizhou was so frightened by the blood that he was about to fly, he rushed to hug him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in a panic, and almost cried Come out, "You, don't die!"