The heartthrob boss runs with the vinegar spirit

He Mingyu picked up Yang Xuan, endured the discomfort, and returned to the reading room with Li Xiaoying.

Glasses Girl and Du Han didn't expect the three of them to come back so soon, and they were a little surprised.

Yang Xuan's condition was not very good, He Mingyu sat beside him and guarded him.Because the distance is too close, he passively comes into contact with many memories belonging to Yang Xuan.He Mingyu didn't want to peek into Yang Xuan's past, but by accident, he saw Yang Xuan who was carved with jade in his childhood in his vast memory, and couldn't resist the temptation to take a closer look.

At that time, Yang Xuan was only nine years old. He wore a gold forehead with Youlongxizhu on his head, and a white jade belt inlaid with gold on his waist. He looked like a fairy boy in the sky.

The little prince is sitting or not, kneeling on the chair, forming a circle with one hand, and stretching out the index finger of the other hand to poke the grasshopper that is circled from time to time, having a great time.

But the palace servant hurried in and interrupted him: "Your Highness, Mrs. He is here!"

"Worry, the old man likes to come or not, don't be surprised and frighten the lonely grasshopper!" The little prince scowled and scolded the palace servants.

The palace man had a bitter face and put on a look of mourning.

The little prince knew that if he didn't study hard, the queen would not punish him, but the palace people would definitely lose their skin.He snorted impatiently, but still hid the grasshopper in his sleeve.

Only then did the palace servants smile all over their faces: "Your Highness, Taifu He is different from those masters who taught you in the South Study Room in the past. He is a capable minister personally selected by the empress for you. You..."

"I know, I know, Gu won't pull his beard, you've told me so many times!" The little prince sat up straight depressed, and the palace servant announced that Grand Tutor He came in.

But as soon as the door was pushed open, the expected old-fashioned pedant didn't appear, but a man with an outstanding temperament, elegant and elegant, walked in.He was dressed in a crimson official robe with a crown and belt. Although he was wearing the same attire, he looked very different from those fat and big-eared court officials.

Ever since Grand Tutor He came in, the little prince's eyes hadn't moved away from him.From Taifu He, he realized for the first time that the "Mr.'s style, the mountains are high and the rivers are long" in the original book really existed.

The best Danqing hand in the world may be able to draw Taifu He's facial features, but he can't draw the calmness and elegance of his gestures and gestures. He glanced down casually, which made the little prince feel embarrassed. a feeling of.

The little prince tightly clenched his hands, and pinched the grasshopper in his sleeve half to death.He absolutely can't let this pickled thing jump out and dirty the Taifu's eyes, this is Yang Xuan's last dignity as a prince!

In the ears of the little prince, Taifu He's voice is clearer and sweeter than spring water hitting a stone. The same article taught by him is ten thousand times more exciting than that taught by old men.

Empress Xiaowu is worthy of being her own mother, she has a thorough understanding of the attributes of the little prince Yan Kong.

At the end of the day, Taifu He finished his lecture and packed up to leave.Yang Xuan, on the other hand, seemed to be insane, watching his back with reluctance, the smell of agarwood dust from Mrs. He's body seemed to still be in the air, but it was soon diluted by the palace people who surrounded him and praised him.

Yang Xuan waved his hand, commanding the most handsome young eunuch beside him and said: "Chang'an, bring Gu a mirror."

Since it is "lifting", it must be a full-length mirror with a large face.

The little prince stood in front of the mirror, looking critically at himself in the mirror, feeling very dissatisfied.In the past, he thought that he was more beautiful than all the brothers and sisters in the palace, and he was the most beautiful existence in the palace.Now seeing Taifu He, I realize that I am a frog in a well who does not know the depth of the sea.

"Vulgar!" Yang Xuan became angrier the more he looked at it, and annoyed he tore off the gold mop on his forehead, and threw it heavily on the ground, "You are not allowed to wear such ugly things on Gu again in the future!"

……

Seeing this, He Mingyu couldn't help showing a slight smile on the corner of his lips. He never knew that Yang Xuan was still so "smelly", he was so cute.

But while thinking that Yang Xuan is cute, He Mingyu couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart. After all, "Teacher He" is only He Mingyu's past life, not his current self.In Yang Xuan's memory, the person whose eyes were as clear as water and not stained with a trace of mundane dust is still very different from him now.

"Really good at pretending." He Mingyu thought sourly, "In front of a child, is it necessary for this guy to be so graceful and flamboyant?"

In the clothes mirror, the figure of nine-year-old Yang Xuan gradually blurred.In its place was a frail young prince dressed in mourning clothes.

His long hair fell down, and his eyes no longer had light.

When the queen was alive, the prince was taught strictly and protected everywhere.Now that the empress is dead, he, who was young and inexperienced, was also buried under the dark imperial mausoleum.

Prince Ku sat in front of Empress Xiaowu's spiritual throne.It rained at the second watch, but Yang Xuan's tears had dried up.

Overnight, the hatred in his eyes was ups and downs, and finally it was deeply hidden.

He gritted his silver teeth, but finally learned how to write the word "stable".

This is what the queen taught him with her life. Every stroke and every stroke is full of blood and tears.

Yang Xuan picked up the treasured sword that the empress had given him before she died, and the sword was slowly unsheathed, and the light of the sword was coldly reflected on his face.

"You guys should live well," the prince thought, "I have to kill you one by one."

When the screen changed, He Mingyu reappeared in Yang Xuan's memory.But this time, he was no longer looking handsome and unrestrained, but was put into an urn, his name was coldly engraved on the wooden sign, and the prince was cleaning the wooden sign carefully.

Just at this time, the eunuch came to report that Emperor Wu had something important to announce to the prince to see him.

The corners of Yang Xuan's lips curled into a warm smile, and he placed He Mingyu's spirit tablet next to Empress Xiaowu with great care.

"This is the last one." The prince said softly to the wooden sign, "I will come back to see you soon."

He walked steadily, walked through the deep curtain at a leisurely pace, and saw the dying Emperor Wu lying on the hospital bed in the daze of red candles.

The crown prince wears a crown on his head, with lowered eyebrows.The white jade beads hung down in front of him, separating himself from the emaciated Emperor Wu with a clear boundary.The two looked at each other close to each other, and the farewell river was flowing silently, but Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, like the hardest stone in the desert.

"What's the matter with Father Xuan'erchen?" The prince asked dignifiedly.

"You don't know what I declare you?" Emperor Wu said angrily, "I, cough cough, I just ask you one question, and you answer truthfully. The ten princes messed up the palace, is this... true?"

"It's a fake." The crown prince cupped his hands, his face and expression hidden in the shadows, "The tenth brother is all about playing with guns and clubs, and I think you know it best."

"Bastard, bastard!" After getting the exact answer, Emperor Wu was emotionally overwhelmed. He knew that all this was retribution, but

"That's your brother who is connected by flesh and blood! You...how are you willing to use such low-handed means to frame him?!" Emperor Wu's face was like a pig's liver, and the mighty emperor was just a heartbroken father at this time. Resisting the desire to beat the prince angrily, she said in a low voice, "Your fifth sister is getting married this year, and the widow has prepared a dowry for her. She is lonely and helpless, and the widow promised to let her get married in a good way..."

"I was almost killed by her when I was lonely, but my father still remembers it?" the prince said calmly, "Besides, my father returned west on a crane, and the country mourned for three years, but she wants to be beautiful, and I'm sorry my son and ministers can't do it."

Emperor Wu was furious, he braced himself up, his fingers trembled, and scolded the prince: "I'm still alive, you unfilial and discordant son!"

Yang Xuan raised his chin slightly, and before Emperor Wu could insult him any more, he interrupted coldly: "Why are you talking about being disobedient? Calling you Emperor Father, do you really think that you are the biological father of the lonely king?"

There was a thunderous sound outside the window, and Emperor Wu's eyes widened angrily, like a ghost: "What did you say?! Yang Xuan, you bastard!"

He was hoarse, his eyes were cracked, and he shouted: "Come on, come on! I want to abolish the crown prince! Come on!"

However, no matter how much Emperor Wu called, he still couldn't summon anyone. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and lay down on the bed

Do not look down.

The prince looked indifferent, and his body was stained red with blood. At the age of 17, he was finally able to grasp the power, but the pride and frustration faded from his face, and he only stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of Emperor Wu.

"Your skepticism really didn't change until you died. I just said it casually, and you believed it." The prince whispered, with a rare touch of emotion in his tone, "On the road to Huangquan, don't make mistakes in the next life. Emperor's house."

Emperor Wu's staring eyes were forcibly closed by the prince, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was wiped clean. No matter how ugly the death looks, the prince finally twisted him into the appearance of a good death.

At this point, the prince finally burst into tears.

However, that was just a play.The affection between father and son has been completely wiped away by hatred and suspicion in the long river of time.

Yang Xuan took a step back, bowed in front of Emperor Wu's bed, and said in a mournful voice, "Father——!"

This cry was like a switch, and the palace people waiting outside the Emperor Wu's Palace knelt down in unison, and the mourning flags that had been prepared were raised high, fluttering with the wind, and were wet by the shower, adding to the sadness.

Princes and courtiers were rushing about in chariots and horses, kneeling outside the palace in less than an hour, sobbing endlessly.

The voice of the great eunuch is like a drake, announcing the end of the reign of a generation of emperors

The birth of a new emperor.

Yang Xuan knelt down for the last time. He received the imperial decree from the eunuch. When he got up again, the howling wind blew his sleeves up. He looked at the courtiers kneeling outside the hall, and he knew clearly I clearly understand that from now on, life, death, and sequestering are only in one's own thought.

But there were tears in the corner of Yang Xuan's eyes, but he didn't have to reach out to wipe them away.

Because everyone surrendered and lowered their heads, no one could see the emperor's joy and sorrow.

……

He Mingyu recovered from Yang Xuan's memory, the more depressing past made his chest tight.The wheel of memory is still rolling, but He Mingyu didn't spy on it anymore.

Everything about yesterday is like death yesterday, the past is gone, the most important thing is to look forward.

He is by Yang Xuan's side now, everything is still in its best condition.

He Mingyu patted Yang Xuan's head pityingly, his forehead was a little hot, and he murmured.

He Mingyu leaned over to listen.

Although Yang Xuan's voice was low in a coma, he articulated clearly.He Mingyu heard clearly that it was a personal name.

His face was instantly as black as the bottom of a pot.

After half an hour.

Yang Xuan woke up.He regained the lost memory, but he was not happy.The past was as heavy as a swamp, and the death of his mother and Mrs. He made him extremely hateful. The more he bravely forged ahead on the road of revenge, the more deeply he was trapped.

He did succeed.None of the sinners who killed Empress Xiaowu and Taifu He were left behind, and all these people tasted the taste of retribution.But in this process, Yang Xuan's heart is not only happy with revenge.

He is not a god, and the giant hunting net will inevitably slander innocent people.Yang Xuan will also do wrong things, and feel guilty and helpless, but the road of revenge cannot be turned back, and he is not willing to turn back

So the dragon slayer eventually became a dragon.

In my memory, the pig-nosed tenth prince who loved to play guns and swords and was a bit annoying in publicity, although he made people want to beat him up, but he always had a pure heart and never framed Yang Xuan.

However, Yang Xuan, who lives in hatred, will involuntarily exaggerate every trace of evil of the person he dislikes.The rebelliousness of the Tenth Prince was, in Yang Xuan's view, a provocation and a threat.The more Emperor Wu held the Tenth Prince in high regard, the more Yang Xuan, who hated Emperor Wu, hated him at all.

In the end, the Tenth Prince became a pawn in Yang Xuan's eyes from a living person.When the pawn fell, the tenth prince's life was over.And the only value of his death is to make Emperor Wu feel sad.

It wasn't until Yang Xuan ascended the throne and eradicated his political opponents that he found out that after the death of Taifu He, when Yang Xuan almost lost his position as prince and fell to the bottom, the mysterious person who gave him a helping hand was none other than the tenth prince.

After all, Yang Xuan could not let go of his sins.

Even if he was reborn in the underground palace later, he took the initiative to ask Han Lin to help him erase his memory.The gloomy past made Yang Xuan breathless. He wanted to start over, but there was no sunshine in the underground palace.

But fortunately, Yang Xuan, who has recovered his memory, has already met He Mingyu.

Yang Xuan opened his eyes, propped himself up, and looked for He Mingyu. He wanted to hold his hand tightly to prevent him from disappearing from his side again.But He Mingyu was not by his side.

Yang Xuan found himself back in the reading room.Not far away, the glasses girl is holding a book to pass the time, while Du Han is holding a pen and writing down something in the book.

Hearing the movement, Du Han closed his notebook and put down his pen, and came to Yang Xuan.He stretched out his hand to touch Yang Xuan's forehead, and asked with concern: "Yang Xuan, are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? You had a severe fever just now."

Yang Xuan shook his head, his memory was fragmented, he only remembered that halfway through beating the octopus monster, he suddenly had a splitting headache, and he didn't know what happened after he fainted.

"I don't feel uncomfortable at all." Yang Xuan said, "Did I actually have a fever before?"

"Well, yes." Du Han nodded, "Not only did you have a fever, but you were also talking nonsense. You kept calling someone's name... You didn't see how He Mingyu's face turned green."

Du Han laughed and said, "By the way, who is Tai Fu? You have called this name 37 times, and I can count them all."

Yang Xuan looked disheartened: "He Mingyu's nickname." Besides, it's Taifu, not Taifu!

"Haha, I don't believe it." Du Han said, "If it was He Mingyu's own nickname, he wouldn't look so angry."

"Where did He Mingyu go? I want to see him." Yang Xuan sighed, He Mingyu was a jealous jar, and it's not difficult to understand that "I'm jealous of myself" happened to him.

"He went to get you some antipyretics. Tsk tsk, what a pity, all you think about is other people, but he still has to take care of you. What a miserable man." Du Han obviously didn't have enough fun, and asked again , "Who is Yang Shuo? You called his name 15 times."

"...my brother." Yang Xuan's expression dimmed for a moment.

"Oh, that's it, the names are indeed two brothers." Du Han approached Yang Xuan, "Then... who is Han Lin?"

Yang Xuan was feeling sad for the tenth prince, but when he heard Han Lin's name, he almost died on the spot: "What?!"

"Sure enough...hehe." Du Han seemed to have discovered a new world, and he hooked his lips and said, "Han Lin's name is not very popular, only 7 times, but every time you call it, He Mingyu's face becomes gloomy. The clean guy, by the time he left just now, his face was too dark to look at."

Du Han laughed loudly: "Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan, I didn't expect that you seem to be very affectionate towards He Mingyu, who knows that there are so many ex-boyfriends that you can't forget!"

Yang Xuan's face was pale, and the four big characters hit his heart sullenly - "My life is over!"

Trembling, he tried to talk to the system in his mind: "System, what is the value of He Mingyu's favor towards me now?"

The system gave a weak "ding": "It's 69. Host, your relationship has no foundation, love is like a tornado, and your favorability rises and falls quickly. This is normal, don't be discouraged."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and it only dropped to 69. He Mingyu didn't give him a negative number directly, and he should burn the incense.

"By the way, I want to remind the host. Because He Mingyu's favorability value for the host was as high as 99 before, so if one day He Mingyu's favorability value for the host falls below 60, the host must be careful." The system added at this time Dao said, "I don't know if the host has heard of the word love and hate? 69 is a very dangerous number. He Mingyu is already on the verge of blackening, and he may lock the host into a small black room at any time."

Yang Xuan: "??!"

What?It doesn't matter if the favorability level will drop, but He Mingyu will turn black?Still want to lock him into a small dark room?

Yang Xuan's eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

"What are you thinking? Why do you look like the sky is falling?" Du Han asked with a smile, "Are you afraid of He Mingyu?"

Yang Xuan gave Du Han an angry look, why didn't he realize that Du Han is still a talker.

Du Han was not unhappy when he was looked down upon, and instead comforted Yang Xuan: "Don't be afraid of him, after all you have so many ex-boyfriends, He Mingyu is no different. If he makes you unhappy, dump him Isn't it all right? You don't have to have him."

Du Han's remarks are quite dangerous. Even if He Mingyu is not in front of him, Yang Xuan can't help but raise his voice full of desire for survival: "I don't, don't talk nonsense! I just want He Mingyu!"

"Really? I don't believe it." Du Han laughed softly, put his fist on his lips, tilted his head to look at Yang Xuan, "Look at your crooked brows and eyes, your face is very sweet."

At this time, the girl with glasses just came over with the instant noodles that had just been soaked, to give the patient Yang Xuan an extra meal to supplement his nutrition.Hearing what Du Han said, she paused slightly, put the instant noodles in front of Yang Xuan in silence, and sat down cross-legged.

——This is a pose that has something to talk about.

"You eat first, I want to briefly express my opinion." The glasses girl said, "If there is something that offends you, it should be my true opinion..."

Yang Xuan picked up the chopsticks, but it felt like a stick in his throat, and he completely lost his appetite.

The glasses girl said: "I think He Mingyu is a pretty good person, at first glance, he looks like the kind of boy who doesn't use affection, but when he uses affection, he will go deep."

"As for you... you're very affectionate." The glasses girl said melancholy, "You remind me of Jia Baoyu. Do you know Jia Baoyu? He is very kind to everyone, and he loves everyone he sees. Daiyu is him. My treasure, Qingwen attacking Qin Zhong...all of them are his little cuties. He has a heart for everyone, and he has sincerity for everyone. But being passionate and empty seems to be ruthless, and in the end it will hurt everyone he meets. one person."

"When you had a fever, when you called little brother Taifu, the tone was heartbreaking; when you called little brother Yang Shuo, tears of regret rolled down from the corners of your eyes. , is also sad and sad, with twists and turns in the tone, and the lingering lingering sound." The glasses girl was simply amazed, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that a person's emotions can be so rich."

"Hahahahaha!" Du Han laughed loudly.

Yang Xuan just felt prickly.

"I'm not, I don't." The feeling of being wronged is not good, and Yang Xuan couldn't laugh at all.

But Du Han patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, you are good-looking, and it will be a benefit to mankind if you fall in love a few more times. I am quite envious of your ex-boyfriends, who broke up. When you think about them I still care about them so much. If I am one of them, I can wake up laughing from a dream.”

Yang Xuan: "..." Wake up laughing?Laugh at wake up? !

Yang Xuan broke off the chopsticks in grief and anger, and buried his head in his noodles.

The glasses girl sighed, picked up the book and continued reading.But Du Han was an idler. He was watching Yang Xuan while he was eating, and a question popped up out of the blue.

"Yang Shuo is really your brother?"

"Yes, what's the matter."

"You guys have a good relationship?"

"not good."

"No, why did you cry when you called his name in your dream?"

Yang Xuan put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Because I am sorry for him."

"Oh." Du Han lowered his head and fiddled with Luban No. [-] in his hand, "...so he is dead?"

Yang Xuan was startled.

Yang Xuan didn't mention anything about the Tenth Prince Yang Shuo, why would Du Han make such a guess?Although he guessed very accurately, how come he guessed in this direction...

Du Han pulled off Luban No. [-]'s head again, he curled his lips indifferently, and said to Yang Xuan, "Actually, when we first met, I felt that you were different from other people."

He pointed at Yang Xuan and himself, and said in a low voice, "My intuition is right, we are quite similar."

Yang Xuan frowned slightly.

"Let me tell you my story." Du Han threw Lu Ban No. [-] aside, "My father was a gambler. When he was young, he gambled happily. His family was fairly wealthy and his parents had a good relationship. , so I had a pretty happy childhood.”

"But then—" Du Han's eyes showed a gloomy look, "Later, my father gambled, cheated, and acted more and more excessively. It was enough to wipe out all the money in the family, and he often abused my mother and me. In the end, it was for money. , he even forced my mother to death. I really hate him."

"However, I can count on my success." Du Han retracted the gloom in his eyes, and turned back to the cheerful boy before, "Now I can finally get rid of his shadow and live a new life. "

The glasses girl raised her head from the book, looked at Du Han with pity, and tried to comfort him clumsily but sincerely.Du Han showed a hint of sadness in a timely manner, pretending to be a strong little white flower, and accepted the glasses girl's kindness.

Yang Xuan's back froze.

Only the sea knows how turbulently the undercurrent in the depths is surging under its calm and waveless surface.

He and Du Han are like wolves walking among sheep in sheep's clothing, pretending to be innocent and kind, but unexpectedly meet each other on narrow roads, smelling the same kind of smell in each other.

Lambs like the glasses girl won't understand. When you are in hell, if you don't do anything, there will be no way to simply keep the clouds open and see the moon.

You will only be dragged by the evil spirits and fall into a deeper hell.

As a matter of fact, when the day is not working and the earth is not working, there is often only one way of redemption.

Pick up the butcher knife.

Du Han's story avoids almost all the really crucial information. He didn't say a word about how he "convincingly" got rid of the shadow from his father.

In this deliberately ignored process, there must be a bloody storm hidden.Seeing Du Han blinking at him, Yang Xuan smiled slightly, but he was not at all happy to "find his confidant", instead he had the creepy feeling of being stalked by a snake.