There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

The Seventh Prince brought an old craftsman to see Emperor Yan, Emperor Yan didn't ask any more questions, and sent him away after giving him a reward.The next morning, Emperor Yan issued an imperial decree, announcing that the seventh prince, Yan Mingli, was crowned king.Emperor Yan has never established a crown prince, nor has he ever crowned his son a king. Now that the seventh prince is the first to be crowned, everyone has different thoughts. Some guess that the seventh prince is going to be the first, and some think that the seventh prince is feared by the emperor and has no destiny for the throne. .

Yan Mingli looked at the imperial decree on the table with a gloomy face, tightened and relaxed his hands, relaxed and tightened, obviously in a bad mood.

The confidant eunuch bent down and approached, and lowered his voice to report, "That man is making a fuss again, saying that he has come up with a new idea, promised to help His Highness earn a lot of money, and also said that he has designed a device that can greatly improve the efficiency of farmland irrigation."

"Oh?" Yan Mingli twitched the corners of his mouth, and there was a gleam of coldness in his eyes, "He has a lot of fantastic ideas, I just wonder if what he made this time will be dedicated to Father Emperor by others!" He approached An Chengjie only to hold the stain of the Zhen Guogong's mansion in his hands so that he could make a fuss in the future, but he didn't think that An Chengjie really had some skills and contributed a lot of formulas and blueprints. Not long ago, he even made explosives Such an astonishingly good thing, but I didn't expect the pie that fell from the sky to be poisonous!

The confidant eunuch poured a cup of tea for him, and carefully persuaded, "Why do you need to bother about such a small person, Your Highness, you can raise it if it is useful, and kill it if it is useless. Now you have taken the lead in becoming the king, and when you leave the palace and move into the palace, you don't have to act like a prince." So cautious now."

He rubbed the wall of the cup, thinking silently.The pie was too tempting, he didn't want to give up...he had to think of a countermeasure.

The Seventh Prince's "gifts" continued, including irrigation equipment, military defense equipment, methods to increase crop yields, foreign seeds suitable for introduction, and even more systematic and advanced military training methods.The reaction of the courtiers changed from shock at the beginning to numbness afterwards. The eyes of the other princes looking at the Seventh Prince became more and more strange, and the face of the Seventh Prince became worse every time. The way she looked, rewards were given wave after wave, and even the side concubine personally pointed out two. I heard that the main concubine has asked the empress dowager to help her.

The system prompts again and again, and finally two days before the autumn hunt, the chance of falling in love dropped to 50%.Ye Zhizhou turned off the light screen and looked at Yan Mingyong who was playing chess with him behind the desk, feeling complicated.I thought that my lover in this world is so young, with a bad temper, and I definitely need to take good care of him, but I don’t think I’m still too naive. There’s nothing simple about a royal child. I just made a plan casually, and the other party actually did it. so much.

As the research results were announced again and again in the court in the form of gifts, the Seventh Prince's trust in An Chengjie finally disappeared, and he was directly locked in a small villa in the suburbs of Beijing and sent to guard him.An Chengjie has been obsessed with completing one work after another recently, and has not noticed the change in his situation at all. He still dreams of supporting the seventh prince to become a master after he ascends to the throne, and then severely torturing everyone in the Zhen Guo government.

"Chuanyue Restaurant? Heh." An Chengjie flipped through the blueprints drawn by the craftsmen according to his vision, and smiled grimly, "So what if you are also a time traveler, you have already gone to hell, and I am destined to be under ten thousand by myself." above people!"

A black shadow flashed past the corner outside the house, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

In the middle of the night, in a dark prison.

Yan Mingyong played with the delicate dart in his hand, with a calm expression, "Are you sure he believes it?"

"The subordinates saw it with their own eyes."

"Go down and let people keep watching."

"Yes!"

After Zijinwei left, Yan Mingyong put down the dart, looked at the person who was fixed by the torture instrument on the wall, and smiled, "You still don't want to tell the truth?"

The delicate and handsome man who was dying moved, but remained silent.

"It does have backbone." Yan Mingyong got up, walked in slowly, and said, "You don't know yet, your precious lover is now crowned king, and the glory is now, and the father also chose a few good wives for him. We will get married when we pick a good day."

The handsome man finally reacted, looked up at him and struggled crazily, his blood-stained face was ferocious, he roared hoarsely and desperately.

"Aren't you reconciled? Painful?" Yan Mingyong didn't care about his hostile eyes, turned around and sat down on the chair, and continued, "The son of the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment actually became what he is now for a man who just uses you. It's really pitiful. Do you know that besides you, my Seventh Brother has several "confidantes" like you? I heard that there is a boy named Han Wen who is particularly favored. That Han Wen...is yours. friend?"

The handsome man's eyes were about to burst, his chest heaved violently, a painful whimper came from his throat, and tears gradually rolled down his widened eyes.

"Do you want to talk?" Yan Mingyong picked up the dart again and slowly played with it.

After a quarter of an hour, the handsome man finally calmed down. He took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, "I'll tell you everything you want to know, but I have a condition. You have to tell me who Mingli's 'confidants' are."

Yan Mingyong nodded in agreement, got up after looking at the time, and dropped the dart, "De'an, you come to interrogate him." After speaking, he walked out.The time has been delayed for a long time, it's time for him to go back and sleep with Le'er.Walking out of the artificial mountain used for camouflage outside the entrance of the dark prison, he was just about to put on the cloak and hat when a familiar voice came from the top of the artificial mountain, with a gloomy tone.

"So your sleepiness during the day is because you came here to 'view the scenery' at night?"

Yan Mingyong froze when he put on the hat, turned around and looked up at the person sitting on the rockery, pursed his lips, "Le'er."

Ye Zhizhou jumped down from the rockery, snapped his fingers, and sneered, "You made me dizzy on purpose, huh? You'd better give me a reliable explanation, otherwise..." As he spoke, his eyes swept over the position below his waist and above his thighs , made a one-size-fits-all gesture.

Yan Mingyong couldn't help clamping his legs tightly.

The day before the autumn hunt, the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice suddenly presented a letter of guilt in the early court, stating all the unjust and wrong cases he had intentionally handled over the years, which aroused the anger of Emperor Yan, and imprisoned and killed a large number of officials mentioned in the letter of guilt .For a while, the courtiers were all in danger, and they all acted like men with their tails between their legs.The princes who have made some moves recently have all calmed down, hoping with trepidation that the people in their camp will not be implicated.

Yan Mingli threw all the things that could be thrown backwards in the study, and then quickly delivered a letter to the youngest son of the Minister of Justice, but he didn't want the person who had been responsive to him before to avoid his meeting request this time, and even more so after that. He left the capital with his family on the grounds of recuperation. That night, Minister of the Ministry of Justice committed suicide in the prison.

This incident finally sounded the alarm in Yan Mingli's heart. From the time he got An Chengjie's explosive formula, everything began to get out of control, and now even the biggest hidden stake has betrayed him!

Someone must be messing with him behind his back, who could it be?

He sat down at the table, from the first prince born by the empress to the fifth prince born by the maid, but he still couldn't think of a clue.Finally, he set his sights on An Chengjie.All the mistakes started after contact with the other party, and those novelty things that were "dedicated" to the emperor at the first time... It is not clear who is behind him, but there must be something wrong with An Chengjie !

Filled with anger, he left the palace in disguise and went to a villa in the suburbs of Beijing.

Seeing him coming, An Chengjie happily greeted him with a small sword-shaped thing, and said excitedly, "Your Highness, you came just in time. I have newly designed a hidden weapon, which works wonders when used together with the poison developed by Dr. Feng! You see , this is a semi-finished product."

"Oh? Hidden weapon?" Yan Mingli took the semi-finished product in his hand with a smile on his face, and squinted his eyes to examine it carefully, "Has the poison been applied?"

An Chengjie didn't doubt that he was there, nodded and replied, "Just a little bit, it won't kill people, but it's enough to make limbs weak. Your Highness, be careful, don't get it on."

"Of course I will be careful." Yan Mingli raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, leaned over suddenly, stabbed the half-finished product in his hand into his abdomen, and then pressed his body, smiling, "Concealed weapons are such things. But there is no way to dedicate it to the father, so I will give you useless things."

He widened his eyes, looked down at the small sword stuck in his abdomen in disbelief, raised his hand to cover the wound, staggered back two steps, and looked at the elegant and elegant man with a distorted expression, "Your Highness, you how so……"

The smile on Yan Mingli's face disappeared, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and sneered, "I, Yan Mingli, have never been patient with traitors, come here, take him to the dungeon, let the doctor watch and don't die, Ben The king still has something to ask!"

betray?What does Yan Mingli mean by this?

The wound was very painful, and he saw a few black figures approaching in his shaking eyes. He struggled for a while, but was exhausted by the poison spreading on his body, and finally gave up. He lost consciousness full of doubts and reluctance.

[The love probability between Yan Mingli and the protagonist has dropped to 20%, please continue to work hard. ]

Ye Zhizhou turned off the light screen and continued to slowly flip through the book, completely ignoring Yan Mingyong who was staring directly at him.

"Le'er." Yan Mingyong called him pitifully, with the expression of grievance and pleading on his face, he looked very lovable.It's a pity that Ye Zhizhou, who knows what kind of virtue he is, has long been immune to this, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Since the night on the rockery, Ye Zhizhou has started a unilateral cold war. No matter how Yan Mingyong tries to coax him, he can't coax him well. Of course, in Ye Zhizhou's view, those behaviors of changing the subject are not like coaxing people at all, but more like pouring fire on the fire. Oil!

Yan Mingyong pursed his lips, seeing that the trick of pretending to be pitiful did not work, he bowed his head in silence for a while, then suddenly got up and closed all the doors of the palace, then stood in front of Ye Zhizhou, and took away his book.

Ye Zhizhou, who had been secretly watching his movements, raised his eyebrows, looked up at him, and didn't speak.

Yan Mingyong put the book aside, raised his hand, and untied his belt.

Um?What is this?He was very puzzled, but remembering that the two were still in a cold war, he suppressed the urge to speak again.

The black belt slid down to the ground, followed by the golden crown that tied the hair, and the recently fatter arms were exposed from the wide sleeves that slid down, glowing with a layer of warm light in the warm afternoon sun.Thin fingers caught the belt and slowly pulled it away.

Fuck!What are you doing, brat!