The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

Sunny and clear sky, cool autumn wind.

A dark cloud blowing in weakened the heat of the golden wheel, and the moment of darkness, the great change has quietly taken place.

The thin boy in black blinked his eyes, tightly grasped the branch with his two small hands, clamped the trunk with his feet, and remained motionless.

Behind him, under the tree, the noisy voices of a group of children surrounded his ears.

If you look carefully, you can definitely find that the little boy's legs are trembling slightly.

Everyone thought that he was terrified, and covered their mouths and laughed.

An immature girl asked him, "What's wrong? Ah Yu?"

Ah Yu?Are you calling him?

Immediately afterwards came a rough male voice: "Climb quickly!"

Duan Xingyu blinked his eyes, and the trace of fear that remained in his pupils had disappeared at this moment, replaced by a calmness like a cold pool that never wavered.

On closer inspection, there is still a little irritability.

Duan Xingyu's heart was not too peaceful, he seemed to have just woken up from a sleep, and his mind was still swollen at the moment.

The current situation gave him even more headaches. Who could tell him why he climbed to the tree to hang when he was fine?

And who are these children standing and watching under the tree?

Wait...kid?

"Duan Xingyu, what are you doing?!"

Duan Xingyu heard the hoarse male voice coming from under the tree again, he hugged the tree and looked down, this time, he was completely awake... But he was also messed up...

A group of children in costumes.

role play?

Is it so realistic?

Consciousness gradually came back, and the last memory in Duan Xingyu's mind was still on the signboard covered with trees and vines, with the four characters "Awakening the world from a dream" written on it.

Duan Xingyu is a person who has just finished his third year of high school. He finally passed the college entrance examination, so he made an appointment with a few friends to go out to play. In the escape room shop.

But he remembered that the script they got was not based on the ancient background, and it was absolutely impossible to be so realistic.

He felt his head hurt even more, and was about to say something, but the children under the tree looked away one after another, as if they were attracted by something new.

Hey……

He's still on the tree...

Is there anyone to take care of it?

Duan Xingyu said "Hello" helplessly, and followed the direction the children were looking at, but because the shade of leaves blocked his sight, he couldn't see people clearly, he could only see a piece of ice blue clothes.

Not far away stood a little boy carved in powder and jade, staring at the person on the tree with big eyes.

The clothes on his body are made of fine silk, with a plain begonia flower turned out from the cuffs, and a simple and elegant bamboo leaf pattern down the neckline trimmed with gold thread, and an indigo auspicious cloud brocade belt around his waist.

Unlike the other children whose hair was loose or braided, this person's jet-black hair was tied up in a bunch and tied with an ice-blue headband, which looked handsome and straight.

These children are all sharp-eyed. Seeing that he is elegantly dressed and has an outstanding temperament, unlike the children of ordinary families, they all surrounded him and looked at him curiously.

"Who are you? Why have you never seen it before?" A child pointed at him and asked.

The children surrounded in the middle seemed a little nervous, their little fingers twisted together, biting their lower lip with their white teeth, but they didn't say a word.

"Ah! I know!" Another boy suddenly realized, "He must be the Ninth Prince! My father said that he will follow the prince to find Duan Hou today."

"really?"

Those people were a little surprised, and then became excited. They whispered and discussed, and someone directly asked another boy who was a little taller than these people.

This person is the one who urged Duan Xingyu to climb the tree just now. He is Duan Xingyu's half brother Duan Xingqin.

Because he is older than these children and he is the eldest son of Duan Hou's family, he is naturally more sought after.

That person had never seen the so-called Ninth Prince, so he was not sure at this moment.

Duan Xingyu, who was in a mess in his head, could only hear their murmurs, but he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

He thought it would be better to ask for others than to ask for himself, and it would be more practical to climb down by himself.

Seeing Duan Xingqin hesitate, someone turned to ask Duan Xingyu who was still on the tree loudly, "Duan Xingyu, is he really the Ninth Prince? Have you seen him at home?"

Just as he was about to climb down, he was startled by the sudden sound. He let go of his hand, and in the next second, he was lying on the ground with stars in his eyes.

The sun was in the sky, and he was obviously conscious, but he couldn't open his eyes. It seemed that when he closed his eyes, he saw an ice-blue corner of his clothes. He vaguely felt that someone ran to him at last, and his face touched the soft And some cold clothes.

Duan Xingyu finally lost consciousness.

When his consciousness came back again, he was lying in a bright room, and the light projected from outside the room flickered because of the movement of the figure.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Master Hou, Second Young Master is awake!"

Duan Xingyu was lying on the bed, eyes unblinking, calmly looking at the bed carved with patterns of flowers, birds and plants, feeling that the bed was soft under him, softer than his Simmons...

A calm voice came from beside my ear, and a bit of anxiety could be heard in it, "Doctor Yan, show him quickly."

With his eyes still open, he felt someone poke his head, then lifted his eyelids, and finally said: "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the inside, but the young man's skin is delicate, and there are bark on the wrists and ankles." The scratched wound needs to be smeared with ointment every day, and it will heal within seven days."

What boy?

Is it a dream?

Duan Xingyu closed his eyes.

Awaken the world from a dream, the dream is fiction, and the world is when you wake up.

He must be dreaming.

However, there were chattering voices in his ear, as if someone was talking to him, but he just closed his eyes and pretended he didn't hear anything.

"Second Young Master? Second Young Master?"

"Second Young Master, could it be that he was frightened and stupid..."

"Forget it, as long as there is nothing to do, the child was frightened today, let him rest." Hou Ye sighed, "It's good to take care of him for a few days, if his mother comes back in a few days and sees that he has lost weight It hurts for a while."

"Come here, call the eldest son to my study."

"Yes."

The crowd withdrew, and then there was a "squeak" sound of closing the door, Duan Xingyu opened his eyes, and felt something was wrong in his heart.

He sat up, looked at his body, and frowned suddenly, and he turned into a child.

He reached out and pinched his thigh vigorously, "Ah——"

Damn, does it hurt like this in the dream?

There was another "squeak", the door was opened, a phantom quickly sneaked in, and the door was closed again.

Duan Xingyu quickly pulled the quilt beside him and hugged him to his chest. He is a child now, and his ability to protect himself is almost negligible.

He watched the slowly approaching figure vigilantly, swallowed, "Who are you?"

The man was standing in front of his bed, and Duan Xingyu guessed that this man should be the last person he saw before he passed out.

Before he could make a sound, the person in front of him looked at him seriously with a pair of deer eyes, "My name is Xie Shijue, how about you?"

"What?" Duan Xingyu was so shocked that his voice changed slightly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He still remembers what he heard before he fainted, Ninth Prince, Duan Hou, Second Young Master, plus Xie Shijue, these key words are not exactly the words in the novel that his deskmate whispered in his ear every day character?

In the third year of high school, he was under a lot of pressure. His only pastime was chatting with his friends everywhere. Duan Xingyu was very good at chatting. The closest one is my deskmate.

The deskmate is a fan of novels, loves to read Tanmei novels, and changes her husband every time she changes an article. Some time before the college entrance examination, she suddenly fell in love with a novel character named Xie Shijue.Crying every day to give birth to a monkey for him, banging against the wall for him.

At this time, Xingyu also wanted to hit the wall.

The reason why he was so impressed was that there was a cannon fodder in this novel with the same name and surname as him, and the deskmate specially told him and gave him a rough introduction, that person was the son of Lord Hou.

The man named Xie Shijue was not the main character in the novel, he was said to be a cold bully, but he heard it perfunctorily, and only knew that this person used his power to suppress Gong and wanted to beat the mandarin duck because he loved the little shou in the novel.

This person is also related to "Duan Xingyu", because he found someone to frighten him into attacking, but in the end, "Duan Xingyu" was scared out of his wits, and he couldn't afford to be ill ever since.

Why does the deskmate regard him as her husband?

It is precisely because the author of the original text portrays him as beautiful and strong, but the protagonist Shou just doesn't love him, the halo is full, and he is almost a perfect character.It is said that he is proficient in riding and archery, and has a brilliant literary talent. He is right in the arms of his deskmate. Even if he is a supporting role, he still fascinates her.

Was he infected by his deskmate, and dreamed of the person in the book?

Duan Xingyu looked at the person in front of him curiously.

His face is rosy white, as round as a steamed dumpling - making people want to take a bite.

After all, he was still a child, only his tightly pursed thin lips could reveal a somewhat cool demeanor.

There are a pair of big grape-like eyes above the small nose, which seem to be filled with dew, and they are looking at the person in front of them with worry.

I'm afraid that the tablemate will probably call "Mom loves you" on the spot when he sees such a fleshy, white and tender face.

Duan Xingyu, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice it. The Ninth Prince, who hadn't waited for an answer, clenched his fists, turned around and ran out.