When the time-traveling tyrant falls in love with the reborn villain

The iron cavalry of the Southern Yin broke through the cities in the northwest, and the night the Xiongnu palace in the northwest was burned, Yan Zhaofei looked up at the sky, and the first-quarter moon hanging in the sky seemed to be dyed red.

When General Liu sent the letter back to the imperial capital, Yan Zhaofei was leisurely practicing martial arts with his little emperor's nephew.

"My lord, the northwest has been destroyed, the Huns are nothing to fear, you can rest easy."

The young lady next to her listened to the news, and when the scout who sent the letter went down, she congratulated with a little joy on her face.

When Yan Zhaofei heard this, her complexion sank immediately, and she turned to look at the little eunuch who still felt that she had a great chance to flatter her, with gloomy eyes and a fierce look in her eyes.

"Heh, where did this king come from to sit back and relax?"

Yan Zhaofei pursed her lips, and then turned her eyes back to the little emperor who had already sat down to rest, and then asked the little eunuch in his early years in a flat voice.

"My lord is in charge..."

"puff!"

The little eunuch didn't seem to understand that Yan Zhaofei was clearly trying to save him. He had just said four words, but the next words were still in his stomach. Through his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and it all fell on the white sleeve of Yan Zhaofei who was closest to him.

When he was about to die, he didn't know what he did wrong. He only saw the little emperor's trusted guard slowly pull out the bloody sword blade from his body, looking at him with a cold expression as if he was looking at a fool.

"Your Highness, forgive me!"

The guard ordered the other guards beside him to drag the little eunuch's body out, knelt on one knee and cupped their hands towards Yan Zhaofei.

Yan Zhaofei pulled out the long sword next to her in disgust, and directly cut off half of the sleeve, but the smile on the corner of her mouth did not disappear: "No problem, since you have entered the palace, you must abide by the rules, a mere eunuch, six unclean things, If you dare to discuss government affairs indiscriminately, it is not a pity to die."

What he said didn't have the slightest sense of affection, and he was completely like a cold-blooded and ruthless superior. He helped the guard up, and glanced back slightly, not missing the viciousness of the little emperor at all.

Yan Zhaofei closed her eyes and took a few steps back to the table: "Your Majesty, let's continue to practice. Although there are so many experts in this palace compound, it is not likely that any ghosts can enter here, but the heart of prevention is indispensable. Your Majesty still needs to protect himself, so that his subjects can rest assured."

"Uncle Huang's words are wrong. I am very relieved. How can I doubt my subjects?" The little emperor bit his tongue a little bit. Zhao Fei had already experienced how cruel his nephew was, so he probably believed that he was only a ten-year-old child.

"Hehe~" Yan Zhaofei smiled lightly and cupped her hands, said nothing more, took two steps back and left directly.

When he got out of that door, he still clearly heard the crisp and shattering sound of teacups being pushed to the ground through a high wall.

That teacup... was specially ordered by a friend in Jianghu for his nephew's fifth birthday. He still remembered that his nephew liked it very much!

Yan Zhaofei walked faster and faster, the unfinished words of the little eunuch just now, no one could understand what he said, everyone in the world thought he was going to take this country, if he said, he just wanted to help his nephew to get peace Sheng Shi, you said... Is anyone willing to believe it?

The little emperor thinks he is smart, and taking the life of a young eunuch in exchange for his own research is considered exhausting.

It's a pity, Yan Zhaofei recognized the little emperor's strategy at a glance. Apart from feeling a little naive, he had a faint feeling in his heart that if the sword pierced his heart, wouldn't it be more satisfying for the little emperor.

But he didn't expect that his seemingly scheming, young and mature little nephew was not as bold as he imagined.

Yan Zhaofei felt it was a bit ridiculous, he flicked his sleeves, and cut off a section of the half-length sleeves, which made him a bit difficult to deal with, who has always been neat and tidy.

The little emperor, I am afraid that he has already regarded him as a first-class traitor who will bring disaster to the country.

However, it doesn't matter anymore, he never forgot what his father and brother entrusted to him before he died, and even if he went underground, he would not be ashamed to face it.

After all, it was their son, grandson, who tried every means to kill him, right?

……

With the process of filming the plot, all the dusty memories of the past slipped out in an instant.

Yan Zhaofei took off all her costumes and sat on the hotel bed in only her underwear.

His filming scene has ended today, and it's only past three o'clock in the afternoon. He felt a little itchy on his back, so he went back to the hotel first.

Although many of the plots and memories in the filming have nothing to do with memory, it is enough to remind Yan Zhaofei of many things in the past. Yan Zhaofei did not point out to the director that the plot and memory were wrong, but his filming process and entering the play The degree was once praised by the director as worthy of being the one who won the best actor last year.

Yan Zhaofei just smiled modestly at this. The recovery of memory made him think for a few moments that he was in the Southern Yin Dynasty, because one of the screenwriters was indeed a professor of history, and they even arranged for him lost that confidant.

Little Ting'er, the person who once dreamed of a beautiful Antai with him.

Although the excavated tomb of the little emperor only mentioned his relationship with Xiao Ting'er, Yan Zhaofei frowned when the script was written. In the play, Xiao Ting'er was not named as Xiao Yicheng, but So Ye Shengting, who was against Xiao Ting'er, didn't delete this episode, which made Yan Zhaofei feel very strange.

He seemed to be getting more and more confused about Ye Sheng Ting's temper. Although with him, no matter whether it was Xiao Ting'er or Ye Sheng Ting, they were all alone from the beginning to the end, and what he wanted was not the name, but this person. That's all, but Ye Sheng Ting didn't think so, he always thought he was using him as Xiao Ting'er's substitute.

"Dangdangdang..."

There was a knock on the door, and Yan Zhaofei's costumes were still piled up on the sofa. Tomorrow's scene will be filmed in the scenic garden next to the hotel. Apply to the director to let Yan Zhaofei wear the costume back to the hotel, and go to the next door to put on makeup tomorrow.

Yan Zhaofei was wearing an underwear, and the rash on his neck could not be covered. He put on his coat and went to open the door, only to see Ye Chengting holding the medicine box.

"How did you make it like this?" Ye Cheng saw the redness on Yan Zhaofei's neck at a glance, pushed Yan Zhaofei into the door, put down the medicine box, and gently touched the rash with his fingertips.