The protagonist's "white moonlight" ran with me [Quick Transmigration]

The beauty is like a ball of red fire, barbarously breaking into Ji Qingyuan's eyes, making it difficult for him to move his eyes away.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Everything around him blurred in his eyes, only the person's every move caught his eyeballs.

Therefore, when the visitor lifted his clothes and was about to kneel down to pay homage, he subconsciously said, "Beauties don't need to be polite."

As soon as the voice fell, the cold bedroom became even more silent because of his words.

Qi Heng, who was kneeling on the ground, froze, raised his head in disbelief, and saw the prince in his memory who looked like a heavenly man, propping his head on one hand, lying on his side with one hand on his side, and holding a wine pot in the other, with a loose Xuan Xuan. The placket of the colored uniform was wide open, exposing a large, muscular chest.

Such unrestrained appearance, how can there be half the majesty of a king of a country?

While he was heartbroken, he raised his eyes, but saw the other party's eyes of drinking too much were staring at the person beside him in a daze.

Qi Heng realized belatedly, that beautiful woman seemed to be praising his 'wife'?

He stood up slowly, followed His Majesty's line of sight and looked slightly sideways, and saw him bowing his head, and said: "Cao Min Qi Shen sees Your Majesty."

Qi Chen?

Ji Qingyuan's full of joy was extinguished by this self-proclaimed sentence, and he woke up from the confusion. He raised the wine pot in his hand and took a sip as if nothing had happened. Finally, he glanced at the man who seemed to be stunned in place from the corner of his eye.

Although he is wearing a festive red robe, his body is so weak that he can barely support the clothes, and his handsome white face reveals an air of dying sickness, but a pair of clear eyes and the impression that he has been with him all day long The boy behind the third brother's ass is no different, it's still the same for people to see to the end at a glance.

And Qi Heng, who came back to his senses, bowed deeply to His Majesty: "Chen Qi Heng and his wife Qi Shen came to thank His Majesty for his long grace today. I hope that Your Majesty will live in good health, long live, long live, long live."

"Exemption."

Ji Qingyuan looked away, raised his head and took another sip of wine.

But he couldn't help but move his eyes to the silent beauty.

Wearing a red robe seemed to be the strongest color in the world, and Qi Heng, who was wearing the same red robe, was like a fluorescent light competing with the scorching sun, so dazzling that it was difficult to block it.He put down the jug, got up with a flick of his sleeves, with his long hair loose, and walked up to Qiu Yun barefoot.

Qiu Yun's eyes fell on his high arched instep.

It is March, and the temperature has risen slightly compared with the cold winter.

But the cold spring has not yet passed, the bedroom is empty and cold, it doesn't look like it has been burned, and His Majesty is not afraid of the cold, not to mention barefoot and thin clothes?

"Shen Tai's son?"

A voice without emotion hovered above his head, interrupting Qiu Yun's thoughts.

He still lowered his head, did not look directly into the eyes in front of him, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Return to Your Majesty, it is my father."

"I don't want old man Shen Tai to give birth to such a handsome son like you."

The deep voice carried a hint of teasing, lazily reaching Qiu Yun's ears, and immediately heard the other party say: "What's your name?"

"Return to Your Majesty, my humble name is Shen Jiangting."

"Shenjiang Pavilion..." Ji Qingyuan recalled these three words in his mouth, his heart was a little moved, and he also had a little expectation that he himself hadn't noticed: "You look up to see me."

Qiu Yun lowered his eyelids, and spoke in a calm, dignified and stable tone: "Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Lord, I am just a grassroots person, how dare I look directly at the sky?"

Ji Qingyuan clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled softly, "I promise you to look up at the sky."

"The grassroots dare not." Qiu Yun said.

Qi Heng at the side saw His Majesty sneer inexplicably, but his lowered eyebrows softened, his tense heartstrings relaxed a little, and the memories of the past suddenly swept over.

At that time, His Majesty was still the crown prince. He was gentle and military, kind and generous, caring about his family and country, leading by example in everything. He was the crown prince whom the monarch and his ministers were extremely satisfied with, and also the future king whom he loved but dared not speak out.

But suddenly it changed.

The crown prince rebelled, and the ironclad evidence was so strong that he was abolished by the former emperor as the crown prince and imprisoned for life. The queen was thrown into the cold palace and committed suicide before living for three days.

It was like a nightmare, and it was over before he woke up from the nightmare.

He looked at His Majesty's side face in a daze, and it gradually overlapped with the face in his memory that he dared not blaspheme.

A low laugh interrupted his recollection.

Seeing His Majesty raised his finger and hooked it frivolously on his 'wife''s chin, his pupils shrank, His Majesty, this is——

"Your Majesty, please respect yourself!" Without thinking, Qiu Yun pulled Qi Heng back a few steps, distanced herself from the majesty with raised eyebrows, frowned and cupped her hands, showing disapproval on her face.

Such a serious attitude made His Majesty want to laugh.

He has never been the one to wrong himself, so he laughed out loud, and raised his leg to approach again: "This temperament is somewhat similar to your father, but you and I are both men, so why bother to say it again?" ?”

Qiu Yun's slightly frowned brows became tighter and tighter as the distance drew closer, and there was still a bit of unwillingness in his eyes, but it slowly disappeared due to the identity of the other party's king, and he regained his calm.

He cupped his hands again, bowed his head and said indifferently: "The grass man has married him as his husband, so we should distance ourselves from all the men in the world."

"Marry to be his husband?"

As soon as these five words were dropped, it was as if a basin of cold water poured down on his head.

An unreasonable look of guilty conscience welled up in his heart, accompanied by inexplicable emotions circling in his heart, which disturbed his complexion to the extreme.

He waved his sleeves and turned around: "Okay, you can step back."

"Caomin retire."

"My minister retire."

The two backed away.

Before turning around and stepping out of the threshold, Qiu Yun glanced at the back standing in the dormitory from the corner of his eye, and saw the hands on the other side's back tightly clenched into fists, he hummed in his heart, let you be inhumane, just wait .

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, His Improper Majesty endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back and walked to the window lattice. Through the hollow window frame, he saw a slender young man supporting the crooked Qi Heng.

The two of them were bathed in the warm sun, and the breeze blew by, blowing the hem of the bright red clothes and blowing away their long hair.

Strands of black hair were flying in the air, and when they inadvertently touched another person's hair, they immediately became entangled.

Ji Qingyuan's eyes were dark, but the fist behind him was getting tighter and tighter.

Qiu Yun supported the weak Qi Heng out of the palace gate, and Sui Feng and Qi Heng's servant who were guarding outside came up with their cloaks.

The boy put the cloak on Qi Heng's body, and took him over.

He got into the carriage first, leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Qi Heng came up after him and sat opposite him.

The groom who was driving the car sounded 'drive', Qi Heng suddenly covered his lips and coughed several times, causing Qiu Yun to open his eyes and see that the other party's face wrapped in mink fur was flushed from coughing.

Qiu Yun bent down and poured him a cup of tea that was still warm, and handed it over: "Are you okay?"

Qi Heng shook his head while coughing, took the tea to moisten his throat, suppressed the itching in his throat, and then met his eyes without hesitation.

Qi Heng is quite easy to understand, all his thoughts are written on his face.

Probably because of this, Prime Minister Qi didn't tell him anything, so as not to be seen through at a glance.

Just like at this time, the other party obviously wanted to ask him if he knew what His Majesty meant, but he seemed to feel that it was a bit offensive to ask rashly, so he fell into the current situation where he wanted to say but didn't know how to say it.

Qiu Yun pretended not to understand, nodded slightly at him, closed his eyes and continued to rest his mind.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the other party speak: "You..."

"Just say what you want to say." He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Your Majesty, he..." Qi Heng hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, he treats you unusually."

"How do you know?" Qiu Yun smiled with floating lips.

This……

Qi Heng recalled the boy from Zhilan Yushu in his memory, he seemed to treat others with gentleness and generosity, but he was not close to anyone.It is said that the empress selected a few court ladies for the prince to communicate with the prince. I don't know how the prince persuaded the empress.

After the prince returned to the palace and became emperor, he only saw him a few times from a distance, but he heard that soon after his majesty ascended the throne, he killed several times in the court hall, and among them were ministers who urged his majesty to be drafted.

Your Majesty is not good at women, nor is he good at men.

The harem is empty, useless, and he doesn't like to be served by people around him. His only hobbies are drinking and killing people.

However, just now, His Majesty, whose temper became cloudy and uncertain, not only provoked Shen Jiangting's chin frivolously, but also held back the anger that was about to explode, which he had never seen before.

In the slowly moving carriage, Qi Heng looked at the young man opposite him. It was different from the peaceful sleeping face that appeared in a coma on the wedding night, and also inconsistent with the calmness and solemnity when he met His Majesty. The temperament is wanton and romantic.

With such an expression, it's no wonder His Majesty made such a move.

For a moment, Qi Heng didn't know whether to be jealous of Shen Jiangting or to be grateful that the other party is now his husband?

Qiu Yun couldn't wait for the other party's response for a long time, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Fang Fang staring at him in a daze, raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile on his lips, and said casually: "Don't look at me like that, I'm not masculine."

"cough……"

The astonishing words made Qi Heng cough again.

He glared at Qiu Yun in embarrassment, remembering that he couldn't resist the effect of the medicine on the wedding night, and his cheeks couldn't help but feel hot again.

"I, I'm not masculine either." He said guiltily.

"That's good." Qiu Yun nodded with a smile: "What's the matter with our marriage, I think your father told you about it?"

"Yeah." Qi Heng blushed and turned his eyes away, not daring to say another word.

When the carriage returned to the prime minister's mansion, Qi Heng probably didn't know how to get along with him. He entered the mansion one step ahead of him, and then hurriedly wanted to get back into the room after entering the courtyard. come over.

Prime Minister Qi first looked Qiu Yun up and down, and then turned his attention to the eldest son.

However, the elder son's face was flushed, and he glanced at the boy from the Shen family with his erratic eyes from time to time. He paused for a while while stroking his beard, waved away the servants on the left and right, and asked kindly: "Your Majesty, is there anything difficult for you two?"

"Not really." Qiu Yun said.

Behind him, Qi Heng covered his lips and coughed a few times, and said in a low voice: "Father, Your Majesty is not an ignorant person, and me and..."

He stopped talking here, glanced at the standing figure in front of him, and continued to speak sternly: "The marriage between me and Jiang Ting was bestowed by His Majesty himself, so why bother to say it."

These biased words provoked Prime Minister Qi's mouth to twitch unobtrusively: "...It's good that you're fine, you haven't recovered yet, Shuyan, help the eldest son go back to his room to rest."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Qiuyun again: "You are also just recovering from a serious illness, so you shouldn't blow the wind too much, go back to have a good rest, and recharge your energy, lest when I see your parents tomorrow, your parents will think that I, Qi, have treated you badly their precious son."

"Your Excellency, you are joking." Qiu Yun bowed with a smile, and respectfully sent Prime Minister Qi away.

Prime Minister Qi had just stepped out of the circular arch, and seemed to have thought of something, and turned back: "Heng'er, you go back to the room first, I have something to say to my nephew."

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