Classmate, he always spread dog food with the tyrant

Is this the assassin mentioned in the book?

Qi You turned his head and whispered to Yong Chi: "Your Majesty, I don't want to watch the sword dance, can you let this person back down?"

He knew which set Yong Chi would take, and the ending sounded a bit coquettish, as if he was talking about a secret that only two people knew.

Yong Chi's eyes darkened, and he waved the man back.

Qi You was watching from the sidelines. If it is true that this person is an assassin according to the original book, then the people behind him may not be able to sit still seeing the plan fail.

Sure enough, King Zhao put the wine glass on the table and said to Yong Chi: "My brother wants to watch the sword dance. I heard that this man is very good at swordsmanship. Wouldn't it be a pity to step down?"

Yong Chi ignored him, but Xiao Langyin said with a smile at this moment: "It's not easy for Your Highness to watch the sword dance. In the future, I will also dance for His Highness. After all, it is the imperial court at this moment, so it's better to be careful."

King Zhao sat down pouted, his face full of regret.

Qi You frowned slightly, feeling a little weird, if the assassin really belonged to King Zhao, then he would be too suspicious of acting like this, and looking at his appearance, he looked like a young brother who had no intentions, how could there be such a thing? The scheming of planning a rescue...

The swordsman standing in the corner cupped his hands slightly, then retreated.

Looking at his leaving back, Qi You breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the emperor didn't want to watch it, the people behind it naturally didn't dare to force it too much.

Yong Chi's voice sounded behind him: "Follow me to the inner hall."

Qi You hurriedly got up and followed Yong Chi into the inner hall.

The candles in the inner hall were flickering, and there was a hazy halo everywhere. There was an exquisite round red lacquer food box on the table. Yong Chi tapped on the table to signal Qi You to open it.

Qi You opened it suspiciously, but was stunned immediately.

What was in the food box turned out to be a piece of steamed flour cake, with the words "Birthday Ankang" written on it with vermilion ingredients.

Before Qi You could speak, Yong Chi took out a few candles as thin as little fingers, and carefully inserted them on the steamed cake that was as big as a washbasin.

Qi You looked terrified: "..."

Seeing that Yong Chi was about to light the candles on the steamed cake with a candle, Qi You was suddenly stunned, and asked whether to laugh or cry: "Where did your Majesty learn this?"

"I read it from the book."

Qi You: "..."

Help, the tyrant is lying again.

Yong Chi looked at Qi You's expression of disbelief, raised his eyebrows and said, "I read the same book as you, can't I?"

Qi You thought for a moment, and said affirmatively: "You sent someone to eavesdrop on my conversation with Jiu Chao in prison that day."

Yong Chi couldn't admit that he heard it with his own ears, held the steamed cake in front of him, raised his eyebrows and urged: "Are you bragging?"

The candlelight was flickering, and although the steamed cake was somewhat nondescript, it could be seen that he wanted to do it according to his description at the time.

It's just that the imagination is really frightening.

The flickering candlelight jumped onto Yong Chi's eyebrows, reflected in his eyes like stars.

"What are you doing staring blankly?" Yong Chi said, "You still haven't made a wish?"

Qi You closed his eyes, looking at the countless birthdays before the book, closed his eyes, and silently made a wish to the candle: "I miss my family and friends before the book, I hope they are all safe, and it is best to have someone to replace them." I will accompany them. Second, of course, wishing that I escape successfully tonight, go to Jiangnan to live a happy life, and wait for my brother to be transferred out of Beijing to reunite. Three...three..."

Qi You paused, quietly opened his eyes to look at Yong Chi's side face, and whispered the words that rolled in his chest several times: "Three wishes that the tyrant will not die in battle and not be taken away by others, and that his life will be...safe and wanton. "

After speaking, he opened his eyes and saw Yong Chizheng staring at him closely. Qi You felt ashamed that his silent wish was understood by others. The candle flame burned his face, and he looked away unnaturally: "Blow out the candle."

Yong Chi looked at him with rare seriousness in his eyes: "I will accompany you."

Qi You stopped him, faltering and saying: "Is there any taboo on this?"

The ancients paid the most attention to Fengshui, Yong Chigui was the emperor, and he never blew out candles every day, let alone blowing so many candles at once.

Do you really not need to go to Qin Tian Supervisor to calculate it?

"Blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax? Human death is like a lamp going out?" Yong Chi raised his eyebrows indifferently, and snorted coldly: "I know."

Thinking of Wei Jiuchao's resistance, Qi You was inexplicably moved: "Your Majesty wants to live and die with me?"

Yong Chi hugged his shoulder with one hand, and said with a bit of wine in his voice: "It's because I never believe in God's will."

The fire flickered tremblingly, and suddenly went out in the breaths exhaled by the two at the same time.

Qi You never thought that he would have such a birthday after passing through the book, let alone that the person who gave him his birthday would be the cruel tyrant in the book.

Qi You took a bite of the sweet steamed cake, and cast a deep glance at Yong Chi: "Your Majesty, today's birthday, I... very happy."

The young man looks good when he smiles, with loose forehead hair and a dimple that doesn't show much.

You can be happy just by blowing out a candle, you must be a fool.

"I'm a little sleepy." Yong Chi looked away and said, "I drank too much wine and got a headache."

Qi You followed him to sit by the bed.

"I want you." The candlelight was dim, Yong Chi suddenly pretended to be crazy with wine, and pressed his hot lips to Qi You's ear: "What about you, do you want me?"

There was a hint of pleading and vulnerability in the voice.

Qi You took two steps back in a hurry: "Your Majesty, you are drunk."

Qi You stood not far from the bed, not only making it impossible for him to find faults, but also keeping him out of reach.

Anyway, Qi You knows the distance best.

Yong Chi closed his eyes tiredly, and gradually breathed steadily.

Qi You called His Majesty softly twice, but no one answered him.

Qi You tentatively called his name: "Yong Chi?"

Yong Chi closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless.

"Yongchi, I'm leaving." Qi You didn't kneel down, but squatted beside him and touched his forehead: "I heard from others that you will be married soon, and in a few years, you will forget this absurdity." thing."

Qi You said seriously: "Also, I don't believe in God's will either."

Qi You didn't believe that he would spend half his life in the deep palace, and that Yong Chi would lose his country and everything, and died in a tragic and almost self-abandoning battle.

It is said that Yong Chi is a tyrant with terrible means, but now his eyes are lightly closed, his hostility has been suppressed, and he looks like a handsome young man who makes people covet.

Qi You lowered his eyes and said: "I'm going to Qi's house in Jiangnan. No one there forces me to write and read, and I don't have to worry about whether I will anger you..."

After speaking a long paragraph, Qi You finally felt relieved.

He hates the feeling of life and death, and the feeling that honor and disgrace are in the hands of others.

Leaving Yongchi must be the right decision.

Qi You walked a few steps, turned around, and the shadows of the trees whirled and reflected on the window of the main hall. There was no one in the hall, and Yong Chi was lying on the couch alone. Bit of bone-chilling cold.

Like a fierce god abandoned by others, pitiful and terrifying.

Qi You didn't look back, and hurriedly escaped from the hall.

In the hall, Yong Chi coldly opened his eyes in the moonlight, lifted the brocade quilt that Qi You had covered for him, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Jiang Chen had already been waiting for orders, and when he heard the words, he knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty."

Yong Chi stared at the direction Qi You left, with a cold look in his eyes: "Come with me to watch a good show."

There was a frightening light in his eyes, and he didn't look like he was going to watch a good show at all.