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

"Hmph, it's just a dog's power!" The purple-clothed boy said angrily, and he looked at the people in front of him, "I saw this guy here before who wanted to sell the little hammer, and he intervened at that time. Got hit."

Duan Xingxu couldn't help sighing, "It's too much!"

"Fortunately, the second brother is here." He looked at Duan Xingyu again, and immediately put on an expression of admiration, "Second brother, your handwriting is so good!"

"..." Duan Xingyu was silent for a moment, "I study when I have nothing to do in Xudu."

"Ah?" Duan Xingxu was surprised again, "I never saw it at home."

"I just wrote it for fun before." Duan Xingyu returned to his dinner table, "This time it's luck."

Duan Xingxu's attention was quickly diverted, "I heard from my mother that you followed Erniang and your grandfather and grandmother in Xudu. You have no playmates around you, so it's really boring."

"Yeah." Duan Xingyu didn't intend to say more, took a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, "This roast duck is pretty good."

"Oh." Duan Xingxu scratched his head, and then asked Duan Xingyu, "Second brother, why don't you just give them the money? And make them work?"

"I just don't think you should get something for nothing. Doing everything is the same. Relying on your own labor is much better than trying to take shortcuts." Duan Xingyu took a sip from his glass and sighed, "The wine in this capital is not bad. .”

Lu Mingzhao said, "Xing Yu did the right thing. I just heard that kid talk, and I knew that he is a self-respecting person, but he only bears the humiliation for his mother, but his brother is not a good person."

Duan Xingyu nodded, his eyes fixed on the meat in front of him, but he was a little erratic.

"Yes."

"So that's how it is!" The young master surnamed Cai who had been listening just now seemed to suddenly understand, and patted Duan Xingyu's shoulder very familiarly, "I didn't think so much before, I thought that as long as I gave him The silver is enough, and you still blame him."

"By the way, I just heard you talk. Since you have just arrived in the capital, you can come to me if you encounter troubles, and you can come to me if you have nothing to do. My name is Cai Yujun, how about you?"

"Pfft..." Duan Xingyu spit out the wine he had just drank. He looked at the plate of roast duck in front of him that he had just devoured, and slowly turned his head to look at the young man who was holding his shoulder.

He widened his eyes, and slowly spit out two words——

"Xiaoshou?"

The person in front of him looked puzzled, "What little beast?"

Although Duan Xingyu was very perfunctory when listening to his deskmate talking about this novel, after going through those dreams, he also knew that the protagonist is a young man named Cai Yujun, and he is the one who Xie Shijue loves in the novel but cannot be blacked out in the end. The little subject of transformation!

When he saw the protagonist at first glance, he was still a little stunned.

He looked at the person in front of him, with a round face, not tall, and a little cute, um... quite petite.

He took the handkerchief Duan Xingxu handed over, wiped his mouth, calmed down, and said in his mind: "Well... I mean... thin... Well, my mother said that I have lost weight recently, so I should eat more Meat."

He went down with his chopsticks, picked up another piece of duck meat, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing.

"Ugh... bah..." He looked at the fat that was spit on the table, and almost threw up. He accidentally caught a piece of duck meat that was full of fat, and he had no intention of eating meat right now. up.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you, second brother?"

"It's all right." Duan Xingyu quickly took a sip of wine to suppress his shock, and pushed the roast duck in front of him aside, unwilling to look at it again.

"Brother Cai, hello, that... I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After such a disturbance, the few people were no longer interested in listening to the music, and only made an appointment to come over for a small gathering next time.Duan Xingyu ran away even more, and seeing Cai Yujun this time gave him a stronger sense of reality than his peaceful life here for a few years. The novel is also another real world.

A new life is about to begin, and he hopes that he can change the trajectory in the novel, at least not let the original owner suffer innocently.

The autumn air is already a bit chilly, and because he has to go to school, Duan Xingyu has to get up earlier than usual. Although he didn’t play very late last night, because he drank a few more glasses of wine, he had a long-lost night of entertainment. Dream, and a little dizzy.

He dreamed of Cai Yujun again.

Although it was not a nightmare, he had a strange feeling in his heart, always feeling that he would meet him again soon.

He lifted the warm quilt, sat up on the bed, and stared blankly for a while.

At this moment, Amao has already come in to call him.

A Mao is his servant, ten years old this year, and has been with him for three years.

"My lord, it's time to wash and change clothes." A Mao whispered outside the curtain.

"Well. Come in."

A Mao brought in the clothes, ready to wait for Duan Xingyu to change.

Duan Xingyu took a ignorant look, what A Mao brought today was actually a set of black clothes. After he put it on, he found that the young Xingyu only wore black clothes on weekdays. He heard the same tablemate's description before. It is said that he is not only timid, but also gloomy.

The original body was bullied, not unrelated to his submissive temperament, he had to be tougher.

Duan Xingyu wanted to be different from him, and also wanted to change his image to make himself look brighter, so he intentionally only wore white clothes, "Why did you wear black clothes today? Change to a white one."

Amao understood his preferences, "Master, I see that you only wear white, and brother Aqin is the same way, don't you want to change your color? In fact, son, you have a fair complexion, and you will look better in black."

Duan Xingyu woke up a little bit, but still insisted, "Change, change, white looks comfortable."

Ah Mao had no choice but to bring back his usual white clothes.Duan Xingyu's clothes are all tailored according to his preferences. Although he has a flamboyant temper, he never likes to be fancy, and there are few patterns on his clothes, except for a crabapple pattern hidden in his right sleeve.It looks more plain, but when it is worn, it looks reclusive and independent, and when it is silent, it is like a banished immortal.

Duan Xingyu looked at himself in the mirror, his current appearance was getting closer and closer to his original appearance.In modern times, people often praised him for his beautiful eyes and eyebrows. Facts have proved that he is also very suitable for ancient costumes. Sword eyebrows and star eyes are the standard equipment for male protagonists in ancient costumes.

He thought of Cai Yujun again, he was not a traditional handsome man in ancient times, maybe he was still immature and had a baby face, rather than being handsome, he was more cute.

Speaking of the beautiful men in Yuechao, they should be counted...

Thinking of that person, Duan Xingyu sighed, wondering what he looks like now...

He lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, and suddenly found that the jade ring he was wearing with him was gone, "Where's my jade ring?"

"My lord, Madam said you were going to class, so I put it away for fear of bumping into you." A Mao replied.

Duan Xingyu frowned, and felt a little strange. He had been wearing it all the time, and there was nothing wrong with it. He was just going to school, so he wouldn't bump into each other. "It's okay, go and get it."

The jade ring is similar to a round jade ring, but with a gap. My mother said she asked Master Huineng from Baohua Temple to wear it since he was born.

Even his name was given by the master, Yu means beautiful jade, plus Peiyu, so that he can seek blessings and avoid troubles.

His mother thought that he had fainted from the fever, but he did not forget that this jade ring belonged to that person.

In front of the gate of Guozijian, two tall stone lions sit on both sides, and a few sycamore leaves slowly fall on top of the lions.

The horse's hooves approached unhurriedly, and stopped in front of the stone lion.

The driver was a young boy dressed in white. Although the clothes were plain, they looked elegant and generous on him.The boy let out a "wow", and the horse stopped slowly, "A Mao, go in and call the young master."

Hearing the sound, Amao got into the carriage, the warm fragrance inside penetrated into the tip of his nose, he sneezed lightly.

This sound woke up the people inside.

Duan Xingyu was taking a nap, with his right hand sticking to the window of the carriage, fingers slightly curled up, propping his head, and then slowly opened his eyes.Obviously just now he was still closing his eyes to rest his mind, but when he opened his eyes, he didn't look like he just woke up, the slender eyes were already clear.

He was also dressed in white, but it was much more delicate than the young boy outside.He was obviously just sitting lazily, yet he appeared somewhat serious. His clear eyes looked at the child in front of him, and the inside was like a pool of water without waves, which made people dare not desecrate him for no reason.

Before Amao recovered from his seemingly focused gaze, Duan Xingyu lifted the curtain and took a look outside, and heard him annoyed: "This is it? I haven't slept enough. How about Shall I sleep here for a while? I'll get off the car later."

Passing the college entrance examination is already painful enough, even though he lived a peaceful life here as a child for a few years, he still doesn't want to go to school.

Especially since there is a bully in the Imperial College, Duan Xingyu feels a headache just thinking about it.

A Mao came back to his senses, scratched his head, and secretly sighed in his heart that the young master is a quiet beauty when he is silent, but when he speaks...um.

"Young master...isn't this bad?"

"What's wrong?" Duan Xingyu really didn't want to go in, he wanted to escape!

A Mao's small face was wrinkled together, as if she was very conflicted, "But... Lord Hou has already made an agreement with Master, you have to go to school on time today."

"Okay, okay, I got it." After teasing him with the child, Duan Xingyu became sober a lot. He sat up straight, stretched his waist, and brushed his long sleeves with his slender, white fingers. , and hide the begonia pattern slightly turned out inside.

After a series of meaningless movements, he moved his butt slowly.

"Get out of the car and get out of the car."

The autumn wind was blowing, even though it was not winter yet, there was still a bit of coolness in the air, as soon as the curtain was lifted, Amao sneezed again.

The young man got out of the car, and stood tall and tall in front of the door, wearing only light white clothes, he was born white and clean, more like snow falling in early autumn, inexplicably eye-catching.

He looked at the plaque of "Guozijian" above his head, and flinched again.

However, there is no turning back at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, turned his head to the boy who was also dressed in white, and said, "Aqin, you take Ah Mao back first, and wait for me before school is over."

After Duan Xingyu finished speaking, he walked in with big strides, with a look of death.

As soon as he entered the Guozijian, someone came to lead him in. It has been a month since the school started, and there are still people enrolled, which is strange in itself. Besides, this young man's appearance is so eye-catching, people can't help but take a few more glances.

Duan Xingyu frowned slightly inaudibly. Although he was narcissistic and thought he was born well, he still didn't like these scrutinizing eyes. He quickened his pace and silently urged the guide to go faster.

The servant led him to Zhizhi Hall, bowed outside the door and left.There were sparse conversations inside, and no one seemed to notice him.

Duan Xingyu didn't hesitate much, and walked in with his feet up, which seemed to be a broken pot.