Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mi clearly understood in his heart that the person ordered him, he didn't show any hesitation, and stood up from the ground with a calm face.

The male waiter who was kneeling at the side turned his head and quietly watched Jiang Mi get up, his expression was a little dazed.

Everyone really didn't expect such a disaster to be spread on this person's head.

It seems that he is also unlucky, what's the use of being outstanding in appearance, and I don't know if he can survive today.

The people in the teaching palace also saw it from a distance. He looked at Jiang Mi who got up, secretly anxious, sweating tightly, but there was nothing he could do. He only hoped that Jiang Mi would not offend His Majesty and bring about his death.

Jiang Mi walked to Cheng Zhan from the side, raised his hands and bowed in salute, with neither humble nor overbearing posture, nor fear or fear, "Your Majesty."

Cheng Zhan raised his clear eyes to look at Jiang Mi's face, did not make a statement, but tilted his head halfway, strands of black hair hanging down from the dragon carving jade crown, and a smile amused the corner of his mouth.

Pale fingertips stained with a little blood rested halfway on the edge, tapping slowly.

It seems that after being bored for a long time, I finally found a thing that can pass the fun.

"What kind of art do you want to present to Gu?"

Jiang Mi lowered his eyes and looked at the bluestone ground under his feet, where there were still bloodstains that had not been swept clean.

As the original book said, the king who was overthrown by the hero is indeed a bloodthirsty tyrant. It seems that killing people for fun is the greatest pastime in his life.

In the original book, there is not much about the young king, and no one knows why.

But this is not something that Jiang Mi should be in charge of. He does not have that great ability to reverse the ending of the dynasty's collapse.

Moreover, the overthrow of such a tyrant may be considered a good thing for the people and the world.

Half an hour passed.

Everyone couldn't help but feel anxious.

I'm afraid that the Ninth Five-Year Lord will suddenly start killing people violently again.

In the silence, Jiang Mi spoke calmly.

"Your Majesty, a slave has nothing to offer."

It's not that Jiang Mi is stubborn, it's just that Jiang Mi really doesn't have any talents to show, he can't dance, he can't sing, he knows a few musical instruments, but there are none here.

Everyone was in an uproar, only saying that this person is desperate, how dare he say such a thing in front of His Majesty, he looks really clever, but he doesn't know how his head grows.

Some people have already closed their eyes in fear, for fear that there will be a scene of blood spattering three feet in the next moment.

But waited and waited.

The Ninth Five-Year Master still didn't move at all.

Cheng Zhan's pale fingertips propped up his forehead, his black hair was half down, and he quietly raised his eyes to look at Jiang Mi with an unclear expression.

"yes."

The old eunuch at the side watched his Majesty sit up straight, and gave orders casually.

"Go, get some musical instruments from the Rites Department."

The old eunuch complied, and immediately sent someone over.

The palace people are in awe of His Majesty, and their hands and feet are extremely nimble.

After a while, dozens of palace officials from the Ritual and Music Department came to the ceremony hall with musical instruments in their arms.

There are pipa, xiao, jade flute, qin, se, konghou and other musical instruments, and there are many Jiang Mi can't even name them.

Cheng Zhan leaned halfway on the couch, and raised his hand to pick up the silver sword that had been wiped clean of blood by the palace servants.

The tip of the sword with a flickering cold light pointed straight at Jiang Mi, and Cheng Zhan's eyelashes curled slightly, "Come, choose one."

All the male servants present gasped subconsciously, their hearts were tightly hanging, fearing that Jiang Mi would die, and this disaster would be their turn later.

Jiang Mi didn't feel panicked at all, even if this person used swords, he couldn't help himself, but the worst possibility would be to expose his identity.

Jiang Mi looked at the musical instruments in the arms of the Palace Man of Rites and Music, and at a glance, he didn't know any of them.

This is the first time that Jiang Mi has deeply realized his lack of talent and learning.

He couldn't help feeling a little ashamed in his heart, and even subconsciously wondered whether he should learn another thing when the mission was over and he returned to modern times.

Suddenly, he saw a very familiar musical instrument in the arms of the palace man standing at the back.

The palace man standing at the end was a small handyman of the Department of Rites and Music.

He was young and didn't know what to do, so he was directly pushed over by other palace people who didn't dare to come over.

The musical instrument in this arms was stuffed into his arms casually by others.

This kind of musical instrument has never been on the stage, and even if the male waiter wants to perform, he must choose something elegant.

The little palace man lowered his head, staring at his toes, thinking about it.

Then, a shadow loomed in front of him.

The little palace man raised his head in panic, and looked at the extremely handsome male servant standing in front of him in bewilderment.

The male waiter smiled at him, reached out and took the instrument from his arms.

"Thank you."

After Jiang Mi took the instrument away, she turned around and stood in front of Cheng Zhan facing the slightly dazed gazes of the palace people.

"Your Majesty, the slave has been selected."

There was no disturbance on Cheng Chan's face, and he seemed to have no objection to Jiang Mixuan's musical instrument, "Then offer it."

But in Jiang Mi's hand is a gourd silk.

Jiang Mi looked at it, and it seemed that it was different from the modern gourd silk, but they were all the same, so it shouldn't be a big problem to blow it.

Hulusi used to be casually bought by Jiang Mi in junior high school.

I had nothing to do all day playing and playing, so I still remember it deeply.

He still has the most classic piece at his fingertips.

Jiang Mi held gourd silk in both hands, and the melodious and mellow music came, with a sweet tone.

After a while, everyone's expressions relaxed, and even the fear slowly disappeared.

It's not that the music is so beautiful, it's because it's a little strange.

After the song was over, Jiang Mi's breath was slightly uneven, and there was a little pain on both sides of his cheeks.

He hasn't played for such a long time, he is a bit unfamiliar.

Just now, what he was playing was the classic "Friendship Will Last Longer."

The tip of Cheng Zhan's sword dropped just now, and he lowered his eyes halfway, tapping his blood-stained fingertips unconsciously on the couch.

"come over."

Jiang Mi stepped forward according to his words.

Then, Cheng Zhan suddenly raised the silver sword in his hand, with a strong cold air in his eyes, the tip of the sword pierced Jiang Mi's rolling throat, and then stopped half a finger away.

Everyone could even feel the coldness of the silver sword creeping into their spinal cords.

They all swallowed involuntarily.

Cheng Zhan looked at Jiang Mi coldly, and asked, "How did you sneak into the palace as a male servant?"

His heart was full of sarcasm, with such a demeanor full of mistakes, how could a person with little or no knowledge of art pass the screening to enter the palace.

If the man dared to speak half a lie, he would slit his throat so that he would never be able to speak again.

Jiang Mi paused and lowered his head slightly, this was the first time he seriously thought about this question.

At the beginning, he found some ways, but the most important thing was...

"It should be the appearance of a slave."

The faces of all the people present were stunned, their throats became stagnant, and they really didn't know how to react.

They thought that Jiang Mi had to be humble no matter what, but they didn't expect to say it so bluntly.

Cheng Zhan's eyes locked on Jiang Mi's face, but he couldn't find anything wrong for a long time.

It seems that this is Jiang Mi's truth.

Cheng Zhan smiled inexplicably, "Really."

He moved the tip of his sword down to Jiang Mi's neckline, and slid down against the moon-white neckline.

That silver sword was extremely sharp, it was like mud, and it was stained with the blood of many people.

Jiang Mi's neckline was cut open by the point of the sword.

"Since it came in because of its appearance, then it is Israel who serves others. Could it be that you are still here to serve Gu."

The tip of the sword continued to slide down, and the opening became bigger and bigger, and Jiang Mi's chest was almost exposed.

Then, Jiang Mi quietly raised his hand, pinching the tip of the sword with five fingers.

"If Your Majesty wants to be served by a slave, the slave will obey."

Although he said so, his eyes were calm, he had no ambition, no greed, and he didn't seem to have any interest in Cheng Zhan.

It's like saying it's raining today.

The old eunuch next to Cheng Zhan's calm old face suddenly showed a rare shock. How could this male servant be so courageous and behave so outrageously? It's really desperate!

Cheng Chan's hand holding the sword paused slightly, and then pulled it out very easily.

It looked as if Jiang Mi didn't use any force at all just now.

But only Cheng Zhan knew that at that moment, he couldn't move his sword hand.

He didn't want to believe Jiang Mi's words, but he also didn't want to doubt his own judgment.

He has never missed anyone, he can clearly see and understand everyone's desires and their hidden ugliness.

It's like picking out one of the many male servants left at the scene, and he can know what their purpose is here.

Watching words and expressions, but what he used to be best at.

The old eunuch suddenly chuckled when he saw his Majesty, but he didn't commit murder, and he didn't order the male servant to be dragged down to be tortured in every possible way.

After a while, His Majesty spoke, but what he said was something he had never thought of.

"Let's leave him alone, let Gu stay by his side to serve him."

After finishing speaking, he threw the sword at Jiang Mi casually, turned around and was about to walk out of the ceremony hall.

Jiang Mi caught it subconsciously, looking down at the silver sword in his hand.

At that moment just now, he thought that the person in front of him was going to get angry, but he really didn't understand why that person left him by his side to serve him.

Jiang Mi's original plan was to find Jiang Man and find a way to leave the palace. He really didn't want to stay by that person's side.

But now that the matter has come to this point, Jiang Mi has no other choice but to tear his face, it is better to go along with the flow and wait and see.

Cheng Chan frowned and looked back at him, "Not yet."

Jiang Mi responded blankly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Jiang Mi came to the man's bedroom with a group of palace people.

Shou'an Palace.

Seeing the palace guards waiting outside, he thought that he should also stay there, so he stopped along with everyone else.

The old eunuch swept the dust lightly with a whisk in his hand, and raised his brows, "I'm not going to serve His Majesty, what are you doing here in a daze."

Jiang Mi had no choice but to follow in.

After he entered, he saw Cheng Zhan remove the dragon-carved jade crown on his head, and then casually threw it on the bluestone surface beside him, his long black hair falling down like flowing water.

The priceless jade crown rolled away "gululu", and rolled to Jiang Mi's feet.

Jiang Mi looked to both sides, the palace people bowed their heads and bowed their bodies, and no one came to pick it up.

But it didn't seem good to leave it like this, so Jiang Mi bent down and picked it up.

He just reached out and picked it up.

A jeering voice came from a distance, "Is that something a lowly person like you can touch?"

Before Jiang Mi's waist straightened up, he put it down immediately without any burden.

He didn't feel much about the verbal insult from the man in front of him.

If you don't pick it up, you don't pick it up, it's not a big deal.

Cheng Zhan stared at Jiang Mi who stood still with the jade crown at his feet.

The chill in his eyes was even stronger. At that time, Cheng Zhan only thought about when this person would show his feet. No matter what purpose he came here for, he could always find out, so he took Jiang Miliu by his side to serve him.

In the future, you can have more fun when you are free.

But I'm afraid that this person can live until the day when his feet are exposed.