The Vicious Villain is Beauty and the Strong [Quick Transmigration]

Day two.

The clothes are messy, the black hair is like ink, the red lips are slightly parted, and the slender eyes are tightly closed. The person on the bed is frowning and sleeping sideways on a dilapidated bed.

Suddenly the long and curled eyelashes flickered, and He Qing opened his eyes.

He slowly raised his upper body, raised his chin in an arc, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the winter sunlight came in.

There was a dull pain in a certain part of the body, and the memory of last night flashed before He Qing's eyes, and He Qing's face was tense, which was the result of dry tears.

Regarding Lian Lin's approach, He Qing understood that there are many ways to destroy a person, either destroying his body, or driving his mind crazy.

For a stubborn and arrogant person like a tyrant, being toyed with by a man is the best way to destroy him.

He Qing lowered his eyes and thought of the "Brother Lian Lin" that he couldn't help shouting last night.

Could it be that Yuanchen knew Lian Lin before?

The tyrant once served as a proton in Lian Lin's country. According to He Qing's dream that night, the life of the tyrant was worse than that of an ordinary slave.

Being bullied and made fun of at will.

Anyone in this environment will not be mentally normal.

The way you look at the world will be different.

The tyrant likes Lian Lin, perhaps because Lian Lin helped him before.

But how could such a grateful person kill innocent people for no reason?

But Lian Lin's father and Gu Youyan's father did die at the hands of the tyrant.

In this way, there are many doubts.

However, He Qing firmly believes that what the tyrant did is not as bad as the author wrote.

Xiao Zhezi came in tremblingly, and what he saw was a bleak beauty staring at her.

The clothes on his body were half undressed, his waist-length black hair was scattered on his back, and there were a pair of silly eyes on his fair face.

He Qing's eye sockets were so red and swollen, Xiao Zhezi heard the voices of the palace people talking.

It is said that His Majesty cried for a long time, with a soft and long voice, soft and charming, sometimes breaking down and crying, and sometimes gritted his teeth and grunted.

Looking at the tears on He Qing's face, it seemed that the gossip of the palace people was verified.

"Your Majesty..." Xiao Zhezi called out in a low voice.

He Qing was really fascinated, he felt that the truth might be right in front of his eyes, and he was just about to pierce a layer of window paper.

Xiao Zhezi looked at the devastated man, and his distress slowly overflowed. Even ordinary men would not be able to stand being treated like this, let alone His Majesty who is under ten thousand people.

he hesitated

Said: "Your Majesty."

He Qing's eyes finally moved, he turned around leisurely, frowned slightly and said, "Little Zhezi?"

He Qing's face was completely exposed in front of Xiao Zhezi's eyes. He Qing's body was originally not good, but after being tossed like this, his face was haggard, as if he lost a lot of weight overnight.

Little Zhezi's legs were weak, his body fell to the ground, and he began to cry loudly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

He Qing said: "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"

Even if he died, Xiao Zhezi shouldn't cry.

Would anyone really mourn a moody and violent monarch after his death?

Xiao Zhezi's tears came one after another, he wiped them with his sleeve, his eyes fell on He Qing's messy long hair, "Your Majesty, this servant will help you comb your hair."

The hair of the ancients was very long. He Qing has been in this world for a while, and now he can barely adapt, but it is really difficult for him to take care of his hair.

After what happened last night, He Qing's hair was tied together, and it was as difficult as heaven for him to do it himself.

So he gave up struggling and let him scatter.

Xiao Zhezi asked to help him comb his hair, but He Qing couldn't find out.

"Ah."

Xiao Zhezi took a mahogany comb from the dressing table and walked behind He Qing.

He Qing turned around and faced the wall.

Xiao Zhezi stroked He Qing's hair with his fingers, ran his fingers through the hair, and when he encountered a knot, he stopped and carefully helped him untie it.

Slowly, something warm fell onto the back of He Qing's hand. He Qing raised his hand and saw a crystal drop of water scattered from the back of his hand.

Xiao Zhezi cried again, He Qing couldn't think of any words of comfort, in fact the system would not allow him to comfort Xiao Zhezi, He Qing could only say fiercely: "Don't cry."

"Yes, I'm sorry," Xiao Zhezi said with a Nong Nong ending sound, his tone was unstable, he held his breath in his mouth, and he couldn't speak fluently, "Your Majesty's atonement,... woo."

The back of He Qing's neck happened to be in Xiao Zhezi's line of sight, and there were some red and purple marks on the originally smooth skin.

The smooth hair was stained with tears, and the corners of He Qing's eyes were red, and because of his fair skin, the injuries on his body were very glaring.

Little Zhezi's tears were gurgling, and the movements of his hands were a little heavier. Suddenly, a strand of hair appeared on his hand.

He Qing's scalp hurt, "You..."

"Your Majesty's redemption!" Xiao Zhezi fell to his knees with a plop. ,

"I…

...What shall I do to punish you. "Looking at the little Zhezi on the ground who dared not look at him in fear, he was more teasing, and he pretended to have a deep forehead and said: "You are just a prisoner, what right do you have to care about?" "

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Zhezi raised his eyes and roared with tears in his eyes, "Your Majesty is not a prisoner."

"Your Majesty will always be Your Majesty!"

He Qing was taken aback for a moment, and the expression on his face froze. Xiao Zhezi's performance made He Qing have other guesses, "Little Zhezi..."

Xiao Zhezi couldn't hold back his tears at last. He propped his hands on the ground. After the tears slid down his cheeks, they fell to the ground drop by drop. He said, "Please speak, Your Majesty."

"I... I'm in a daze." He Qing's voice was light and ethereal, as if it came from a very far away place, "I can't remember many things from the past."

"But I really want to remember." He Qing touched his hair, leaned against the wall, and looked lazily at the little Zhezi on the ground.

Xiao Zhezi's back stiffened into a line.

It seems that the incident last night had a great impact on His Majesty.

Will His Majesty... Will commit suicide?

Little Zhezi was taken aback by his own thoughts, he looked up at He Qing suddenly, and found that there was no light in He Qing's eyes, as dim as a dying person.

"Whatever your Majesty wants to ask, I will try my best to answer."

He Qing said: "How did Lian Lin and I know each other?"

"Your Majesty and Lian Mei... Your Majesty Lian have known each other since they were in Yan Country."

He Qing said in vain: "He and I...have known each other for such a long time."

"Your Majesty likes him very much." Xiao Zhezi said with a whimper, "You just returned to China, and you dared not contact anyone except the governor, and you kept chanting Lord Lian's name in your mouth."

He Qing signaled Xiao Zhezi to continue.