The author and protagonist HE [Transmigration Book]

"Okay." Xiao Muyu replied smoothly.

She thought Hua Feixue was joking, the relationship between the two was not as rigid as before, so Xiao Muyu just teased her casually.

"His Royal Highness must be dancing, and it is worth dying to see it."

However, Hua Feixue really got up.

The unfinished glass of wine was put on the table, she took off her coat and threw it aside, and landed lightly on the open space.

Her Royal Highness does not need to make a living by laughing. She said she has learned to dance, but she just followed the teacher for a few glances. When she was young, she also caught a glimpse of her mother dancing for her father in private.

——Of course there is no progress, just a commemorative interest.

Wherever Hua Feixue stood, she was awe-inspiring, not as if she was dancing, but as if she was here for a martial arts competition.

But she has a delicate face, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, her waist is flexible, but in the past, she was too serious and majestic, and others dare not underestimate her appearance. Once her breath is softened, people can't move their eyes away with just two steps.

There are decorative swords hanging on the wall, unsharp and slender, just to look good.

Hua Feixue casually drew out the long sword.

——Sword dancing is also considered dancing.

The blade of the sword reflected the moonlight, and the cold brilliance was even more chilling.

Xiao Muyu was flattered——

It was the last wish of the old emperor when he was about to die. Her Highness the Princess refused without hesitation, but it was displayed in front of her when she turned around.

Perhaps it was a whim, and even added sideshows, but after all, it was a high-end treatment that ordinary people could not enjoy.

While Xiao Muyu was flustered, she couldn't take her eyes off her.

Yuexia's clothes fluttered, her movements were clean and neat, without any murderous aura, but she showed a bit of femininity.

Xiao Muyu's mind flashed all kinds of costume movies he had seen in his previous life, be it the glamorous dancers, the heroic heroines, or the couple of real people under the moonlit night, all of them paled in comparison.

Maybe she just thinks Hua Feixue is the prettiest.

Xiao Muyu didn't drink, but felt that the moonlight was a bit intoxicating.

Hua Feixue seemed to be really drunk, the moonlight accidentally fell into his eyes, illuminating the hazy water color.

Xiao Muyu was slightly dazed, and when she came to her senses, she realized that she unconsciously drank the glass of wine in front of her. The spicy wine slid down her throat, making her cough.

There was a sound of wind, and the long sword that had not been sharpened across her side face, and the wind brought up by the sword lifted a few strands of hair.

The icy sharp blade is close at hand, even though the blade has not been opened, the cold air is still pressing, making people feel flustered when looking at it.

Xiao Muyu didn't feel scared, but was slightly taken aback.

Before she could react, she heard a bang sound, the long sword fell to the ground, and her chin was raised with cool fingertips.

Hua Feixue's face came into view.

Xiao Muyu was forced to raise her head, the person opposite was against the light, couldn't see the expression clearly, remained silent for a while, seemed a little unpredictable.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Hua Feixue asked her suddenly.

"...beautiful." Xiao Muyu couldn't tell lies against his will.

"Then do you like me?" Hua Feixue lowered her body, getting closer to her.

She was so close that the other party's eyes couldn't hold her whole body, only a bit of stubbornness could be seen on her face.

The closer distance also brought a faint smell of alcohol.

And the fog under the eyes.

Xiao Muyu didn't answer.

Like is not the same as liking.

At this moment, Xiao Muyu suddenly realized what kind of liking Hua Feixue was talking about.

"Is Your Highness drunk?" Xiao Muyu changed the topic, "Why don't you rest first. You must be tired after traveling all the way——"

Hua Feixue stared at her for a while, then smiled suddenly, and replied noncommittally, "Maybe."

She didn't insist on asking any more questions, as if the previous two questions were just a whim.

She went around the table, kicked away the long sword on the ground, and took the cup on the table to drink the last sip of wine.

I don't know if she was really tired, but when she walked past the corner of the table, Hua Feixue staggered and fell towards Xiao Muyu.

Xiao Muyu subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch her.

Hua Feixue pressed Xiao Muyu's shoulder, but she didn't get up, but fell into her arms, and moved a little just to adjust her posture.

She buried her face in Xiao Muyu's shoulder, and wrapped her arms around Xiao Muyu's waist with one hand as if unconsciously, while the other hand rested casually on her arm.

Then she stopped moving, as if she was about to fall asleep like this.

Xiao Muyu: "..." She suspected that Hua Feixue touched porcelain on purpose, and there was evidence.

"How about I ask someone to take you back?" Xiao Muyu asked tentatively, "If you're tired, it's better to go back to your room and sleep."

Hua Feixue grabbed Xiao Muyu's sleeve tightly, but did not answer.

Does alcohol make people willful or childish?

Xiao Muyu glanced at the jug and teacups on the table, and felt that the glass of wine she drank earlier seemed to be getting a little hotter, and her face was a little hot.

After a while, she felt a wetness on her shoulders.

Xiao Muyu raised her hand and inadvertently brushed Hua Feixue's cheek, and her fingertips were stained with water, with some warmth.

Xiao Muyu was stunned.

Is Hua Feixue crying?

——Will Her Royal Highness cry too?

Xiao Muyu felt a little absurd, probably because her mind was not so clear-headed, and she felt a little chaotic and chaotic.

The body temperature of the body in her arms was cold, but the tears were scorching. For the first time, Xiao Muyu felt a little at a loss for Hua Feixue.

It was like facing a child who ran over sullenly and acted like a baby, she didn't know what to do.

Xiao Muyu is not good at comforting children, let alone a princess, she stiffened her body, and after a while, she just raised her hand and patted the back of the person in her arms gently.

"What is my life?"

Hua Feixue seemed to be whispering so softly.

The voice was too soft, as if it was an illusion.

Xiao Muyu paused, feeling that something was out of her control.

Yeah, what is it?

She is just a created character.

She should have been cold and ruthless, like frost and snow, untroubled by the world of mortals, chasing her grand goal without distraction, and lightly laughing at the narration of the past suffering.

No one can distract her.

No one can see her fragility.

It should be so.

——If she is only the countless lines of words in the book.

"Why do you have to write this kind of character?"

"Maybe it's because the more people lack something, the more they want something."

"Such a deserted character may not be likable when he is truly written."

"It's enough for me to like myself."

Xiao Muyu is a stubborn author, no matter what her roommates suggest, she will never let go of the setting of the protagonist.

When I asked, it was like a dream, and I suddenly wanted to write such a character, so I started to do it when I thought about it.

To a certain extent, it is a "dream work", so the roommates don't say much, just occasionally bring up some memories from the side details, and make a few casual remarks.

Xiao Muyu would occasionally ask herself why she created such a character——

It can't be said to be perfect, his personality is so cold that he is a little unreasonable, and he is also a bit paranoid about the goal he has identified. Even through the tip of his pen, he should be a high-altitude flower that can only be seen from a distance.

Of course, there are also many advantages, such as strong strength and amazing talent, rational and calm, not trapped by worldly feelings, able to do what you want to do without distraction, and even willing to sacrifice your life in order to achieve your goals.

For example, the great cause of unifying the world is not entirely out of selfishness, but more like an underlying belief.

Xiao Muyu in reality is exactly the opposite of her, she hates troubles, is at peace with the situation, and is easily trapped by the troubles of the world. When others pretend to be pitiful, she can't help but soften her heart, and even put down what she is doing to help.

Sometimes Xiao Muyu also feels bored at certain moments, her life is like a game of dice, she depends on God's will wherever she goes, and there is no end in sight.

When unfolded and dissected, Xiao Muyu's life has no purpose.

——If learning step by step how ordinary people live and helping others can be regarded as a goal or meaning, then maybe it is.

The spiritual realm without a goal is empty. Although she doesn't say anything, Xiao Muyu is a little envious of other people, and even envies the characters in her own writing.

After all, you can still find a career that you can fight for your whole life to do.

The roommate once jokingly referred to her protagonist as a tool to satisfy her own delusions.

Xiao Muyu felt that what she said was not wrong.

Even after time-traveling, for a long period of time—even until now, it is difficult for Xiao Muyu to change her mentality.

No matter how much you like it, no one will regard the characters in his pen as real existence, and even bring a little unconscious arrogance.

Even if the other party is standing in front of him alive.

Until that illusion, seeing the childhood version of Hua Feixue, that was the past that the author had never deliberately inscribed.

It was clearly an illusion, but for the first time Xiao Muyu experienced "reality".

The setting at the time of writing is based on a whim, but when it is formed in reality, there must be foreshadowing hidden in the dark. Those are parts that the author himself does not know, so that a real world can be formed and a flesh-and-blood world created. of living people.

She is the creator.

But he may not really understand her.

Xiao Muyu gradually realized this.

"Why do you want to conquer the world?" Xiao Muyu suddenly thought of this question.

When she created this story, she asked the protagonist to act with a bit of righteousness, and unification can end the suffering of war forever.

It's just that when you put yourself in the situation, you feel that this kind of goal is big and empty, and it is rare for ordinary people to think that it is a support all the way to the end.

Xiao Muyu used to think that Hua Feixue would be fine, but now she is not sure.

She had mentioned it casually, but the night was getting dark, Hua Feixue was lying in her arms breathing steadily, as if she had fallen asleep.

Xiao Muyu didn't expect to get an answer.

But Hua Feixue was still awake, after a moment of silence, she replied, "I don't want to conquer the world."

Xiao Muyu was stunned for a moment.

When she looked down again, Hua Feixue had already closed her eyes again.

Xiao Muyu didn't know whether he should continue to ask.

This topic ends here for the time being.

That night passed like a dream.

No one mentioned it again.

Xiao Muyu still stayed in the small courtyard and lived a life of eating and waiting to die, while Hua Feixue began to visit the old emperor more frequently.

Besides Hua Feixue, the other three princes also began to run back from time to time.

The first prince and the second prince were busy making their presence felt in front of the old emperor all day long, waiting for the old emperor to change his mind with little hope, so that they could go out and show off if they gave some compliments.

The third prince only visited the old emperor once, and almost spent the rest of the time going to the imperial concubine.

On the way to Lenggong, the three of them would bump into each other sometimes, and they were on the same road.

"The third brother is also very filial, and now he still misses the imperial concubine." The second prince is better at winning people's hearts. It's not good, it's just..."

The second prince paused, and glanced at the third prince from the corner of his eye, who lowered his head and remained silent.

The third prince has always been cautious and quiet.

The second prince cursed secretly in his heart that he was worthless, but he refused to give up the good opportunity to sow discord.

"It's useless just to visit." The second prince said, "Staying in the cold palace all day is really tormenting. The imperial concubine used to be a glorious concubine, but now she has fallen to this point... I'm afraid I may not remember your kindness, but the father has been in poor health recently. It's not good, and I may not be able to remember it, but the princess..."

The second prince sighed, and shook his head pretending to be regretful: "Who doesn't know that the imperial concubine can't be better for the princess, but our sister has been bewitched|bewitched, and it seems that she won't change her mind easily, and she will succeed to the throne in the future. If you want to control the imperial concubine or even—”

He made a beheading gesture as he spoke, and said slightly threateningly: "This is also an easy task."

The third prince raised his head slightly.

The second prince was overjoyed.

"Big brother, second brother, I'm leaving first." The third prince greeted.

There was a fork in the road ahead, the third prince went to see the imperial concubine, and he wanted to turn to the other side, which was not the same way as the other two princes.

After speaking, he lowered his head again and walked there quietly.

The second prince's face darkened.

The eldest prince curled his lips: "That's a man who can't be supported by mud. Why don't you tell him something or nothing?"

The second prince said in his heart that this big brother is really a fool, and the more people who add trouble to Hua Feixue, the better.

But he knew that even if he said it, the eldest brother would dismiss it, thinking that the third brother was useless.

He casually said a perfunctory sentence: "We won't suffer a loss if we mention it."

The eldest prince thought of something else: "But having said that, what kind of magical power does that saint have? I thought that the incident with the noble concubine was just to frighten her, but I didn't expect that she would not let her out even now that she was seriously ill. Is the little saint able to make Hua Feixue ruthless even the person who has been taking care of her? Could it be that the demon girl really knows some magic tricks?"

The second prince smiled: "It's fine for others to talk, but you and I still don't know that the saint is a waste."

The eldest prince was puzzled: "Then why does Hua Feixue care so much about her?"

The second prince said: "After all, I haven't seen much of the world at such a young age, maybe I was really dazzled by emotions."

The eldest prince looked worried: "As a princess, but being so confused, it really embarrasses the royal family to say it out. Father actually still thinks so highly of her, and even backed down for her, even losing face!"

He didn't really feel ashamed, it's just that he habitually found reasons to belittle and blame Hua Feixue.

In fact, he wished that Hua Feixue would do something stupid again to lose face.

The second prince was not angry, but instead reminded: "Hey brother, don't be angry, this is a good thing."

The eldest prince continued along with him: "That's right, it's not a bad thing for us to see her lose face."

"That's not what I'm talking about." The second prince smiled, as if he had a plan in his chest, "The saint is just a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, and our good sister is not superhuman, so it's impossible to guard her every step of the way. If she really cares about the saint—”

The second prince made a gesture of grabbing something, implying: "Wouldn't it be up to us when the time comes."

The eldest prince's eyes lit up, he understood, and he also smiled.

Not far ahead was the old emperor's bedroom. The two of them walked briskly, knowing that the old emperor's health was no longer good, but they didn't worry about it at all. On the contrary, they couldn't wait.

Xiao Muyu sneezed.

Pei Qiuyue looked at her from the side, as if looking at some delicate patient, and casually recruited a maid to add clothes to the saint.

I think it's just because someone is calling me behind my back.

Xiao Muyu swallowed these words abruptly.

"Is Your Highness very busy recently?" Xiao Muyu asked instead.

She hadn't seen Hua Feixue for several days.

I don't know if I'm really busy, or if I'm trying to avoid her.

"Recently, His Majesty seems to be dying, and with the backlog of affairs from the previous month, the princess may not be able to get away recently." Pei Qiuyue replied.

"Oh." Xiao Muyu's mind turned for a while before returning to another question, "Recently the situation is sensitive, so Her Highness the Princess will not be in any danger, right?"

She was still most worried about Hua Feixue's safety.

After all, that's what she came back for in the first place.

Pei Qiuyue didn't think that Xiao Muyu could share anything with the princess, but she also said a few words of comfort: "In the palace, no one dares to play tricks blatantly, not to mention ordinary people are not the princess's opponent."

"It's you, my lord, stay here so that nothing happens, even if it is to share the worries of Her Royal Highness."

What the second prince thought of, Pei Qiuyue had already expected it.

Compared with the safety of the princess herself, she was more worried that Xiao Muyu would be taken away by others and threaten the princess.

Therefore, as long as there is nothing important during this period, Pei Qiuyue will personally go to Xiao Muyu's place to guard.

Occasionally, when Xiao Muyu expressed her desire to go to the princess, she would immediately persuade her to go back.

It would be nice to just stay here quietly and be her mascot.

That's what Pei Qiuyue said inside and out, and she repeatedly assured that this small courtyard is the safest place now, so she can rest assured.

Xiao Muyu: "..." No, in fact, she was more worried about the safety of the princess.

But the princess seemed to agree with Pei Qiuyue's idea, and the words passed to her made her feel at ease, so she didn't have to worry about herself for the time being.

Xiao Muyu could only sigh, and retreated silently, listening to Pei Qiuyue trying to reason with her.

Then she sneezed again.

It didn't take long for news that the old emperor was critically ill began to spread in the palace.

All the harem concubines and princes, as well as some important ministers from the previous dynasty rushed to the old emperor's bedroom, waiting for the old emperor's final order.

Pei Qiuyue didn't plan to go at first, but the old emperor ordered a group of people, and those who didn't see her asked her to go there.

Apart from Hua Feixue as her own daughter, the most beloved child of the former empress was Pei Qiuyue, her own niece.

In the end, the old emperor's consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't even recognize the old officials who had followed him for many years, but he remembered everything about the former empress clearly.

Under the eyes of everyone, the old emperor personally called Pei Qiuyue, and she had to be present.

Before leaving, under the urging of the old emperor's valet, Pei Qiuyue managed to find some time to give Xiao Muyu repeated instructions.

"The palace will soon be chaotic, and I don't know what will happen by then. Taking you along will distract the princess, so you will stay here for now."

"If there is no order from the princess or me, you must not step out of the gate of this small courtyard—even if a servant calls you in our name, you must not believe it."

"Don't worry, many barriers have been set up around the courtyard, and the guards at the gate are also our own people. It is impossible for ordinary people to easily step into it and hurt you."

"Second Miss! Please hurry up." The valet urged loudly outside, a little anxious.

Pei Qiuyue responded, and finally lowered her voice to leave a sentence for Xiao Muyu: "When this matter is over, the princess will definitely come to you in person."

After she finished speaking, she didn't give Xiao Muyu a chance to reply, she hurriedly turned around and left the small courtyard, heading towards the old emperor.

Xiao Muyu stood at the door, looking at her far away back and wandering into the sky.

Then she sneezed again uncontrollably.

I always feel like I'm being watched by someone.

Xiao Muyu touched the back of her neck, turned her head as if unconsciously, and scanned the direction of the backyard.

It shouldn't be her illusion.

——It's not an illusion.

It didn't take long for Xiao Muyu to confirm this.

Not long after Pei Qiuyue left, Xiao Muyu had just returned to the room when the old master came quietly.

Although he deliberately hid his breath, he didn't bother to hide his intention.

Behind the old master was a row of masked assassins dressed as assassins—the same as what Xiao Muyu and Hua Feixue encountered on the way.

Xiao Muyu subconsciously took a step back and bumped into the table behind her. She glanced at them vigilantly: "What do you guys want to do in broad daylight?"

The voice trembled slightly, as if frightened.

She casually picked up something behind her and held it in her hands to block it.

While thinking about whether he should put on a more panicked expression, he meant to struggle.

She didn't ask how the old master got in. For such a villain in the middle and late stages, breaking through the barrier in the palace is of course a breeze.

The old national teacher was very satisfied with her reaction, raised his head slightly, stroked his short beard, with an inscrutable look mixed with a bit of contempt.

"Don't you know what I want to do?" The old national teacher snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that you, a piece of trash, could survive, and even let Hua Feixue bother to find a miracle doctor to detoxify you—— Lady Saint It’s really a big deal.”

The old national teacher said it in a weird way, but he never hid his plan from the saint.

"I should have killed you, a traitor, when you returned to the palace, but—you have to thank Her Royal Highness for showing you the deepest affection for you, and even taking care of you even if you die...that's so stupid. People laugh! Well, it’s a good thing for me anyway.”

"For the sake of your value, I will spare your life."

As he spoke, he motioned to the assassin behind him: "Take her away!"

The author has something to say: two more in one~

感谢在2020-12-2818:47:17~2020-12-2919:36:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 19 in 1102 bars;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 100 bottles of Chenyin scx; 11 bottles of reminder Gengjun who dreamed of Da Ri Wan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!