The devil has too many vests

The city of Shengjing is full of lights.

The bright lights dazzle thousands of trees, and the brilliance of stars and moons hang down like waterfalls.The gongs and drums are loud, and the drums are playing together, and the whole Suzaku Street is as bright as day.

It coincides with the day of offering sacrifices to the Yuan Dynasty, and the city is never at night.

On the Zhaixing Building in the center of Suzaku Avenue, half of the rich and powerful children of Kyoto gathered and booked the entire restaurant.A group of teenagers who love to watch the excitement gathered upstairs, condescendingly watching the hustle and bustle of the long street.

This is a special ceremony that has been passed down in Shenzhou for nearly ten thousand years since ancient times. It is used to worship the legendary saint "Yuan" who slayed demons and led the rise of the human race in ancient times.

Only on this day, on the vast land of Shenzhou, regardless of nationality, regardless of high or low, from the emperor and the lord to the traffickers and pawns, will they put aside the difference in status and celebrate the ceremony together.

Suddenly, the turbulent crowd on the street was like a tsunami, and one after another exclamation sounded everywhere.

In the distant sky, a fire lights up.Flickering and shining, spirituality is superb.

As soon as the spiritual fire of heaven and earth came out, all fires were dimmed.All the lights went out along the way.

In the dark night that suddenly fell, that ray of dancing flames rushed in, and quickly changed from a dotted line in everyone's sight, and finally turned into a red flying dragon rushing in the sky.

A faint figure was reflected in the hazy light, and it became clearer and clearer to everyone as the distance shortened.

It was originally a young man dressed in heavy black sacrificial attire, with a mask of gods and ghosts on his face, dressed as a sacrificial priest.

A burst of cheers erupted from the Zhaixing Tower, and the crowd below was even more turbulent. On the streets, restaurants, and densely packed boats along both sides of the river, countless people looked up and burst into cheers.The sound of drums became more dense and cheerful.

As the night fell, the boy flew all the way, stepping on the illusory dragon transformed by the faint fire.The entire city of Shengjing is reflected under it.

On the solemn black sacrificial robe, golden flame patterns intertwined from the bottom up all the way, igniting the ghost mask with white gold patterns on his face.

The left half of the face is holy and majestic, while the right half of the face is ghostly and demonic. It is not known whether it is a god falling into a demon or a demon helping the world.

The noisy crowd unknowingly became silent.

The young man under the mask smiled softly, his body was as light as a feather, and he floated down on the Star Picking Tower.

All the teenagers in the building who had stretched their necks to watch the excitement subconsciously took a step back.

"What? You don't know me?"

The young priest took off the weird ghost mask casually, and a radiant and frightening face slowly appeared, with a natural demeanor.The eyes are as dark as ink, and the lips are light and thin.The eyebrows are like a cold sword, seven points cold when unsheathed.

This handsome, almost aggressive boy sat casually on the railing overlooking the crowd, with three scattered smiles on his lips.

There was a moment of silence in the building, filled with astonishment: "His Royal Highness, why is it you?"

Yan Weilou lowered his head slightly, the corners of his lips deepened, and the three-point smile immediately turned into a full-fledged smile.He smiled: "Why can't it be me?"

A group of teenagers waved their hands again and again, got up to avoid the table, and praised and flattered them all, saying that His Royal Highness gave everyone a good surprise.Suddenly a group of people came up to toast in turn.

Yan Weilou smiled and agreed one by one.

He didn't go to get the full wine glass, but picked up a delicate silver wine jug next to him, opened his mouth and poured it up, "gurgling" a few sips, with inexplicable nostalgia in his tone.

"It's not bad, it's been a long time, but the Immortal Drinking Brew in Zhaixing Building is getting more and more mellow!"

"Could it be that my son lost his memory..." Someone laughed loudly, as if drunk, "Didn't we come here a few days ago?"

Yan Weilou didn't refute, but just drank a pot of wine in a few gulps.Probably because he drank too quickly, a little transparent wine slid down his chin.As soon as he touched the solemn black sacrificial gown, the golden flame patterns intertwined on the skirt flashed, and all the wine evaporated.This is actually a special spiritual weapon.

Everyone watched with eager eyes, and once again confirmed in their hearts the unshakable position of the son of King Qi.

As we all know, Yan Weilou, the son of Prince Qi, has always been mediocre in martial arts, and he has not been able to break the seven shackles of his body so far.If it weren't for the blessing of the spiritual weapon, how could he have attended the ceremony just now, and ascended to the sky with a meager cultivation base, so magnificent?

And where did this spirit weapon come from?Naturally, His Majesty the Dayong Emperor acquiesced.This great love and honor is probably beyond the reach of some princes.

All of a sudden, the teenagers booed even harder.

Yan Weilou never refused to come, and while exchanging cups with everyone, his brows were raised, his eyes glowed, showing a natural free and easy attitude.

The atmosphere on the Zhaixing Building was getting more and more lively, even temporarily covering the sound of silk strings downstairs, which attracted many people's surprised sideways glances.

When they saw the silhouette of the young man sitting casually on the railing and enjoying a drink, and were overwhelmed by his unstoppable radiance, these people suddenly realized.

——It turned out to be the son of Prince Qi!

When it comes to Yan Weilou, the son of King Qi, everyone in the capital knows it, and everyone knows it.

In the 800 years since the founding of Dayong, it has monopolized the thirteen states of Shenzhou, and every inch of this land was seized from the royal family of the previous dynasty by the predecessors with one knife and one gun.

After the founding of the country, in order to reward the heroes who founded the country, Taizu entrusted seven princes with the land of three states.

Until now, after passing on for three generations, these princes with different surnames either seized titles due to crimes, or died accidentally. So far, there are only three households left. King Qi is one of them, and he is also the most powerful one, sitting in eleven cities in Banzhou .

To show his loyalty, the current king of Qi sent his son Yan Weilou, who was only six years old, to study with the princes in Shengjing not long after he succeeded to the throne. It has been ten years now.

The king of Qi was so knowledgeable, the emperor naturally reciprocated, he doted on Yan Weilou, a cheap nephew, and would grant everything he asked for.

And this son is also a weirdo.He doesn't understand poetry, is not good at martial arts, and only loves good wine and food in his life. He always considers himself a playboy, but he has never seen him do such ostentatious, outrageous things.On the contrary, from time to time, there are some acts of urgency for justice and fighting against injustice.

He has a special status, is backed by the emperor, and is approachable and generous. Therefore, except for a very small number of people who don't deal with him, he is greeted with a smile wherever he goes.

At this time, seeing many people downstairs looking surprised, he smiled and looked around, and was greeted with good-natured laughter.

Yan Weilou was not annoyed, but instead raised the corners of his lips, his smile was bright and without haze, and the slightly sharp facial contours were softened a bit.

Strange music sounded faintly, and the sounds of various musical instruments intertwined.

Gorgeous cars drive by on Suzaku Street, and a priest wearing a mask of ghosts and gods stands on the frame and dances his sword like the wind, and the strange sacrificial costume flutters with his movements.

Bursts of bells sounded from the four corners of the frame, attracting the eyes of countless people to move along with it.

In this strange and solemn atmosphere, the young man raised his head slightly, and took a deep, deep breath.The cold evening wind filled his nostrils with the aroma of alcohol, and his expression was inexplicably intoxicated.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind in the air, Yan Weilou opened his eyes, a faint light flashed in his dark pupils.He reached out his hand naturally.

An exquisite silver wine jug drew an arc in the air, and it seemed to have landed in Yan Weilou's hand by coincidence. The small ears of the jug passed through his fingers and swayed slightly.

Looking in the direction from which the jug was thrown, a young man in a purple gown appeared in his sight, with brocade jade hanging from his waist, soft boots on his feet, and pretending to be waving a beautiful beauty fan in his hand. Your son dresses up.The only pity is that his appearance is slightly inferior and his temperament is mediocre.

Xue Hanshan leaned over with a smile, and turned his eyes around Yan Weilou curiously: "I said, Your Royal Highness, didn't you think that the Yuan Ji Ceremony was too noisy and boring two days ago? Why did you suddenly go to be a The sacrificial person who opened the scene with this laoshizi?"

Although there are many children of the rich and powerful in Shengjing City, they each form their own faction.Among the teenagers present, Xue Hanshan, the young master of An Guogong's mansion, is the one who has the best relationship with Yan Weilou, and he claims to know the prince of Qi quite well.This is a simple-minded person who only wants to have fun and hates trouble the most.

It's just that today this person is a little hard to see through... Xue Hanshan forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

"Really?" Yan Weilou stretched his brows, showing a satisfied expression, "...Then I've changed my mind now."

"You know..." He opened his arms slightly facing the long street, with an extremely intoxicated posture, his profile was reflected in the starlight, as if he was embracing the sky full of stars, "Such a lively and pyrotechnic scene, of course It’s more exhilarating to be part of it.”

"..." Xue Hanshan paused, "Your Majesty, are you serious?"

"That's natural. Is there something wrong?"

Xue Hanshan: ...I suspect that you were transferred, but I have no proof.

He shook off the unreliable guesses in his head, and quickly shook his head: "Of course not, as long as you are happy, His Royal Highness."

Yan Weilou glanced at the insincere expression on his face, and looked away, not bothering to explain.

...He knew that he was indeed a little different from before, but at this time he was indeed happier than ever.May wish to temporarily indulge this mood!If he didn't take into account his current identity and personality, he would be able to do even more exaggerated things.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Weilou's lips rose, and his fingers lightly stroked his chin.

The touch of the fingertips is delicate and warm, revealing a lively vitality.Yan Weilou's smile remained undiminished, but a layer of blackness covered his usually clear eyes.

...Just an hour ago, everything has changed.Now in this young skin, there is a ray of ghost from more than 20 years later.

The heart in his chest was pounding, the blood was gurgling in his blood vessels, and the aroma of alcohol and wine entered his lungs along with his breath... It was completely different from the body made up of bones and illusory spirits in his previous life.This unparalleled fresh taste is really intoxicating!

He will never allow anyone to sabotage again.

……

"By the way, I almost forgot! His Royal Highness," the two chatted endlessly for a while, Xue Hanshan suddenly clapped his hands and called out, "I saw Miss Fang on the way here, and the direction she is going should be" Leading by a thread'."

"There is a thread of fate, and it is said that anyone who has been there will be blessed by the gods." Speaking of this, he winked, showing an expression that a man can understand, "Miss Fang really has a heart, Your Highness is so blessed. "

"..." Yan Weilou silently looked away, a little disgusted.

Tsk, she was already average-looking, but now she hurts her eyes even more.

"Wait for me to inquire about Miss Fang's whereabouts, Your Royal Highness, you will have a chance encounter..." Xue Hanshan, who didn't feel the disgust at all, actively offered advice as a dog-headed military advisor.

"no need--"

"Of course it's useful. Didn't Your Highness still have some curiosity about this fiancée before? This point means that you have not done enough, Your Highness, and you can't think that everything is safe just because you have concluded a marriage contract since you were a child." Xue Hanshan was still chattering beside him, "After all, Miss Fang is very popular. If you don't take the initiative to attack earlier, be careful of being snatched away by others. I heard that the third prince just..."

"Stop!" Yan Weilou raised a palm, stopped his eloquent words, and kept smiling, "I understand everything."

Although his soul has been scorched by the fire for many years, and many past life memories have long been blurred, at least he knows what will happen next better than anyone else in this world.

"That's great, Your Royal Highness, you are enlightened!" After Yan Weilou's words fell, Xue Hanshan immediately acted more excited than himself, and was filled with righteous indignation, "Do you want me to teach you some more experience? We must not let the third prince succeed. I think I suffered from him all those years ago...Hey, Your Highness, don't go! Wait for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, a shadow flashed in front of him, and Yan Weilou jumped off the railing lightly, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant, Ren Xuehanshan couldn't find him anyway.

... Nonsense, if you don't leave, I'm afraid you will be forced to listen to #一个拍狗crazy upside-down post to pursue the goddess, but was brutally robbed of love's bitter history#.

I don't know how many times this kind of experience has happened in the previous life. Yan Weilou used to be able to listen to it with a good temper, but now...

Xue Hanshan didn't know that if he pestered Banzhuxiang again, he might have to put on a sideshow for the upcoming festival.

Tomorrow, the Shengjing gossip headlines may become #祭元日悲丨丨Dignified Gongfu’s son-in-law was cut down in the street for what kind#.

The author has something to say:

The painting style suddenly changed from serious to sand sculpture... [Cover face] This is not a serious author, but a serious protagonist.

Name the main character:

This article is similar to starting point fantasy novels, so BG is the mainstream of society by default, not BL for all.Therefore, the fiancee is of course a woman.

However, the fiancée and the protagonist have never had any bloody emotional involvement. To be precise, because of a special reason, the so-called marriage contract between the two does not actually count, that is to say, they have never been related.