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

Wait for Cheng Zhan to drink up the tea.

Then, there was silence in the carriage again.

Fortunately, after a while, the traveling carriage stopped in place, and it seemed that it had arrived at the place.

Someone outside the curtain called out respectfully, "Your Majesty, we're here."

Cheng Zhan's expression was completely restrained, he raised his eyes, passed through the bead curtain with his fingertips, picked up the brocade cloth hanging outside the window, and glanced lightly, it was indeed in front of the house.

Cheng Chan turned his head to look at Jiang Mi, "Let's go."

Jiang Mi nodded in response, and following Cheng Zhan got out of the carriage one after the other, a large vermilion mansion door came into view.

The servant who carried the horse stepped forward and knocked on the door, and immediately someone came running in small steps and opened the door of the house. Seeing that His Majesty had arrived, he quickly bowed to welcome him in.

Cheng Zhan's clear eyes were cold, but his expression was unswerving.

The servants hung their heads lower and lower, like quails, eager to step into their chests, for fear of touching His Majesty's bad head.

Jiang Mi had no fear in his heart, and when he saw a bold servant peeking up, he smiled back faintly.

Jiang Mi stepped into the courtyard and looked around. There are long corridors on all sides, and there is a winding bluestone path in between. There are mountains and rocks on both sides, and lush trees. It looks quite elegant, and I don’t know how Cheng Zhan is so fast. Find this place and arrange everything properly.

He withdrew his gaze, his eyes casually fell on the straight spine of the person in front of him, and thought for a while.

As if noticing Jiang Mi's gaze, Cheng Zhan glanced over, and his cold expression subconsciously eased.

Everyone walked through the hall until they arrived at a courtyard.

The servants who followed behind him all stopped and waited outside the courtyard.

Jiang Mi paused, and looked back, wondering if the people next to this place can't come in.

Seeing that Jiang Mi didn't follow up suddenly, Cheng Zhan frowned and turned his head, his clear eyes were firmly locked on Jiang Mi's body, his fingertips curled up, and his spine tensed, "Why, you still can't regret it now. "

Although he spoke so coldly, his heart seemed to be gripped tightly, and he was so sad that he even began to think about what to do if Jiang Mi was unwilling at this time.

Cheng Zhan was also afraid that Jiang Mi might show some resistance, so he stared at Jiang Mi's every move with his eyes.

Jiang Mi was puzzled to hear the words and looked over, wondering how Cheng Zhan guessed such thoughts from his own words and deeds.

He felt a little surprised, as if the person in front of him was too sensitive.

Reminiscing about his forced departure before, Jiang Mi felt a little embarrassed, after all, he lied and deceived before, and it is understandable that Cheng Zhan is so defensive now.

He stepped up to Cheng Zhan's side, looked down, his cold eyebrows softened, and he held Cheng Zhan's right hand cuff, intending to comfort him, "Your Majesty, I will not go back on my word, nor will I leave without authorization, let's go in Bar."

Cheng Zhan's eyes were dim, and he wanted to find something strange in Jiang Mi's expression, but looking at Jiang Mi, it seemed that what he said came from the bottom of his heart.

As if his heart was being grasped by someone, he was lifted out of the cold water and placed under the spring sun, sore and limp like mud that couldn't support the wall.

Cheng Zhan wanted to believe Jiang Mi's words, but he secretly told himself that it was enough to be cheated once, and he should have a long memory so as not to be cheated a second time.

Although he thought so in his heart, he let Jiang Mi hold the cuff, and his movements were extremely obedient, without any intention of struggling.

The coolness in Jiang Mi's palm spread to Cheng Zhan's right hand through the cuff, and the rubbing of the cloth brought out a little itchiness. The numb itching snaked upwards along the pale fingertips, danced between the bones, climbed to the Cheng Zhan's spine scratched his heart and lungs itchyly, unable to move.

Cheng Zhan's right hand and wrist became stiff, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he didn't even know how to move.

His clear and shallow eyes lowered, all the majesty of an emperor and the power of a tyrant were forgotten at this moment, and he followed Jiang Mi meekly into the door of the wing room in the courtyard.

Jiang Mi casually glanced at the people around him, and just about to look away, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Zhan's flushed pinnae.

Jiang Mi was stunned, and took a closer look to make sure that he was not mistaken.

Cheng Zhan was hanging his head, and the gorgeous crimson color spread from Cheng Zhan's ears to the back of his porcelain-white neck, like a little rouge sprinkled on the white snow, and the coldness was mixed with soul-stirring charm.

Jiang Mi: "...?"

He took another look at his hand, and made sure that he was just holding a piece of fabric on the cuff of Cheng Zhan's right hand, and he didn't do any other actions that were particularly suspicious.

So... does Cheng Chan like herself that much?

So much so that she blushes when she pulls a sleeve a little bit?

Gestures, words, and expressions can deceive others, but only a person's physical reactions can not deceive others.

Jiang Mi originally thought that Cheng Zhan's unwillingness to get what he wanted and the anger after cheating were mostly occupied in Cheng Zhan's heart, but things didn't seem to be what he thought.

It seems that Cheng Zhan really likes himself.

Jiang Mi frowned, and his heart was a little complicated. No matter what, Jiang Mi couldn't underestimate others' respect for him.

Jiang Mi thought so, and his footsteps stopped.

But Cheng Zhan next to him also seemed to be unaware, with his head down, and Jiang Mi was still holding his cuff, Jiang Mi went, he went, Jiang Mi stopped, he stopped.

Ever since, the servants waiting outside the courtyard watched such a scene from a distance.

His Majesty the Ninth Five-Year Lord was held by his sleeves and stood with his head bowed, without saying a word or moving, and the young man beside him also stood there in a daze.

The two of them just stood there without entering the door.

The servants were puzzled, but they didn't dare to be suspicious, so they looked away and waited respectfully outside the courtyard.

After a while, Jiang Mi finally came to his senses.

He chuckled, "Your Majesty, let's go in."

Cheng Zhan said nothing, just nodded.

Jiang Mi held the cuff of the person beside him, pushed the door open and entered.

A huge pool came into his eyes, the pool was about three feet high, the bottom of the pool was a flat bluestone surface, and the sharp edge of the pool was polished to a roundness, which showed his thoughtfulness.

There are still many holes under the pool with tiny bubbles, it seems that this is a pool of living water connected to the outside.

At that moment, the word "indoor swimming pool" immediately appeared in Jiang Mi's mind, as if there was not much difference between the two.

I don't know how Cheng Zhan prepared all this in just a few dozen days.

At this time, Cheng Zhan seemed to have just come back to his senses, and looked at the pool in front of him with clear eyes, "If there is any inconvenience, just tell me."

Jiang Mi naturally let go of the hand that was holding Cheng Chan's cuff, and smiled, "Thank you Your Majesty, there is no inconvenience, I like it very much."

Cheng Zhan's eyes fell on the slightly turbulent pool water, and the tails of his eyes were raised, "It's as long as you like it, no need to thank you."

After speaking, the two continued to stand in place.

Jiang Mi looked into the distance, and there was a mahogany bed not far from the pool. He probably put the bed there because he was afraid that his fish tail would suddenly lose control.

Jiang Mi didn't know what to do, he wanted to say thank you, but remembered what Cheng Chan said just now, so he took it back.

The wing room was empty and silent, Jiang Mi glanced at the sky outside, it was already noon.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang turned his head to look at Cheng Zhan who was standing beside him, "Your Majesty, are you going to eat?"

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes, a strand of black hair slipped from the hairband and hung on his face, he responded in a low voice, "Okay."

The two walked out side by side.

In the following days, Jiang Mi basically stayed in his yard.

It took longer and longer for the fish tail to become uncontrollable, and the light was always shining brightly, and the water in the pool was completely bright.

And Cheng Zhan always likes to sit by the pool, sometimes he and Jiang Mi are in the same room casually, and sometimes he is dealing with the memorial documents sent from Bianjing in a hurry. .

Except for Cheng Zhan himself, Jiang Mi has never seen another person stepping in this yard.

Jiang Mi was too embarrassed to spend the whole day doing nothing in the water. After obtaining Cheng Zhan's consent, Jiang Mi chose to take on some small jobs of grinding and laying paper.

On this day, Jiang Mi sat sideways by the pool.

The skeined fish tail with faint blue light hangs in the pool water and swings slightly, the skein floats with the water, the long reddish-brown hair is tied up by a headband, the table is placed in front of the body, and a piece of paper is placed casually beside the table. It is a document that has not been consulted by Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Zhan's desk is also placed aside.

Although Jiang Mi's claws are very sharp, they are still flexible and don't get in the way. It's a little bit reluctant to grind ink, but it's not impossible.

While studying the ink, he accidentally moved too much, and the desk bumped into the documents, and the documents scattered randomly.

Cheng Zhan didn't care about this, just bent over to tidy up.

Jiang Mi also lowered his head to tidy up, but saw a piece of drawing paper slipped out of it.

There was a familiar man's face drawn on it, Jiang Mi held the paper with his paws, looked a little longer, and then saw a name below.

lehi.

Jiang Mi glanced at the name, and then at the man in the portrait, feeling a little puzzled. Could it be that Cheng Zhan already has the news about Li Hai?

Seeing Jiang Mi staring at the drawing paper, Cheng Zhan frowned slightly, his clear eyes were filled with displeasure, and his ruddy lips were pursed lightly, "What's so interesting about a gangster who has already been imprisoned. "

As soon as the words finished, Jiang Mi's green eyes poked out from behind the drawing paper, looking very dazed.

Jiang Mi: "...?"

What did he hear, Li Hai... in prison?

Why is it different from the original book?

He couldn't hold back the doubt in his heart, and asked, "Your Majesty... when was he imprisoned, and where was he caught?"

Cheng Zhan took Li Hai's portrait with his pale fingertips, lowered his eyes halfway and continued to organize, "The one who was imprisoned a few months ago was caught in this town."

Cheng Zhan seemed unwilling to discuss Li Hai with Jiang Miduo.

After saying this, Cheng Zhan didn't say anything more.

Jiang Mi hadn't reacted to the news of the arrest of the male lead in the original book. After a while, Jiang Mi asked Cheng Zhan uncertainly: "...Then how will His Majesty deal with it?"

Cheng Zhan's tone was cold, as if he didn't care about this matter, and he didn't want to talk more, "Deal with the law."

Jiang Mi nodded to express his understanding, and helped Cheng Zhan sort out the scattered documents.