When the male protagonist falls in love with the scumbag

"Song Yu, the son of Prime Minister Songcheng, has met the empress and all your highnesses, and the empress is blessed and safe." Song Yu saluted without humility. He didn't want to cause trouble for some insignificant things when he was not strong enough.

"Please hurry up," the queen gave a hand that was dyed with bright red cardamom, "I remember when you just turned [-] years old, you still recognized me as a godmother. I don't know if you still remember this, Yu'er ?”

"It's the honor of the entire Xiangfu to have the Empress as my godmother." Song Yu stood up and replied expressionlessly.

Wei Hongluan's eyes flickered for a moment, and she smiled inexplicably, "I heard that two years ago you were seriously ill and almost died, but now you seem to be well-rehabilitated and your complexion is rosy. It seems that the prime minister really loves you very much."

This obvious temptation caused Song Yu's eyes to flicker slightly, then he raised his face, put on an innocent look, and said in a serious tone: "I am the only son of my father, of course my father is very good to me, in the future I will grow up In order to protect the Xiangfu, we will definitely not let those bad guys do things that are not good for father and mother."

The queen was stunned, her eyes suddenly became vicious, it was hard to say how many dark guesses and vicious thoughts flashed through her mind at that moment, but after living in the deep palace for a long time, she returned to the kindness of her mother in the blink of an eye Woman, the speed is so fast, if Song Yu hadn't been observing her, I'm afraid I would have missed that momentary change.

"It's hard for you...the prime minister should be very pleased to have such filial piety at such a young age," Song Yu looked at the queen innocently with black and white eyes, making the queen feel as if all the dark thoughts in her heart had been seen through. A little embarrassed, he turned his gaze to the eldest prince sitting on his right, "It would be great if Ziyu was half as sensible as you."

Regardless of rank, Emperor Yan Nanfei probably had dozens of concubines and beauties in the harem. Those concubines raised eleven princes and nine princesses for Yan Nanfei, but none of them were born by the empress, but The queen is the daughter of a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, the sister of the Great General Zhenyuan, and the niece of the Empress Dowager, so even if she is not born, no one in the entire harem can shake her position.

The eldest prince Yan Ziyu, who was named, replied humbly: "What the queen mother said is very true. Yudi is already so sensible at a young age. My son and my younger brothers should learn from him." Although he said to the queen, Yan Ziyu's fiery gaze was glued to Song Yu's body all the time, Song Yu withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids and pretended to be innocent.

Yan Ziyu's answer made the queen smile with satisfaction, and then she introduced the princes present to Song Yu one by one.

Song Yu, who has read countless people, has long cultivated a pair of piercing eyes. Even strangers who are not familiar with him can judge his character by his expression.

The second prince, Yan Qianming, was about seventeen years old. He was only two years younger than the first prince, but he was much thinner than the first prince because of his infirmity since he was a child. He smiled and nodded to Song Yu, but that smile did not Did not reach the eyes; the third prince Yan Haoran loves shooting and hunting, his skin has a healthy wheat color, and the sharp light in his eyes makes him look like a dangerous cheetah; the fifth prince Yan Jin Xi obviously didn't like Song Yu's companion very much. With a handsome face full of hostility, Xi glared at Song Yu and reluctantly greeted Song Yu. The rest of the princes couldn't see anything because they were young, but Looking at him curiously, the eldest prince Yan Ziyu, whom he had known before, kept looking at him with a smile on his face. He looked very friendly, but in fact it was difficult to fathom his true thoughts.

Song Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. The palace is indeed a place of right and wrong. Yan Nanfei is a cruel master. Among his sons, except Yan Jinxi, a fool who can only write his thoughts on his face, the other three are all Not a fuel-efficient lamp.And Yan Nanfei is in his prime, and he will have more heirs in the future, and he has no intention of establishing a crown prince at the moment, and there may be a bloody storm for the throne in the future.

But the more they turned against each other, the more Song Yu liked it.

The corner of Song Yu's lips raised an evil smile, although it was only for a moment, he was bumped into by the young man who happened to break into the hall.

The man was stunned and didn't see the pillar in front of him. He stared blankly at Song Yu and forgot to stop. He bumped into the pillar and made a loud noise, which caught the eyes of everyone in the hall. They were all attracted to him.

The young man rubbed his handsome nose that was flushed red from the bump, and there was an expression of grievance on his beautiful face. Song Yu couldn't help being startled when he saw his appearance clearly. Isn't this enchanting man the one he met when he lost his way?Why is he here?Could it be...

Song Yu squinted his eyes, and the next moment the queen's angry reprimand confirmed his thoughts: "As Dayan's fourth prince, how can you treat yourself like a fool!"

It turned out that this person was the fourth prince Yan Shengge, who was famous all over the world for his beauty. Even among folk children, catchy songs praising Yan Shengge's beauty were circulated. From this, we can see how amazing Yan Shengge's appearance is. A romantic and charming person is unrestrained like a prodigal son. This is rare in the deep palace but it cannot be tolerated. However, Yan Shengge's mother, Concubine Rong, was Yan Nanfei's favorite woman in this life, and Yan Shengge's appearance He was very similar to his mother, in order to avoid feeling sad when he touched the scene, Yan Nanfei arranged Yan Shengge in the most remote and desolate place in the palace, and completely left him in the cold.

Yan Shengge stopped what he was doing, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, which were very similar to Yan Nanfei's, slightly sneered, and said in a magnetic voice, "It's really hard to be a mother. The empress still remembers that I am Dayan's fourth prince... I I almost forgot about it..."

"You!" The Queen's brows stood on end, obviously showing signs of an attack. Song Yu secretly observed that except for the gloating expression on Yan Jinxi's face, the other three people hadn't changed much. Yan Ziyu was still the same. His smiling face made it difficult to guess what he was thinking. Yan Qianming's eyes were as cold as ever, while Yan Haoran looked at all this expressionlessly, but the disdain in his eyes still exposed his truest thoughts.

Just when everyone thought that Yan Shengge was finally doomed this time, Yan Shengge suddenly stared at Song Yu and asked, "Hey, who is this kid? Could it be Xiangye's precious son?"

His questioning brought back a bit of reason to the furious queen. Now is not a good time to quarrel with Yan Shengge, so she will write down this account for the time being, together with him and his lowly mother, in the future He must be worse than death!

In a flash of thought, the queen suppressed the anger in her heart and regained the calmness that a mother should have: "He is indeed Song Yu, the son of the prime minister, and he will be your companion from tomorrow on."

Song Yu clicked his tongue in his heart, and even he couldn't help but marvel at the speed at which the queen changed her face.

"That's all for today. Tomorrow, Yu'er, you can go to the Taixue with all the princes. My palace is also exhausted. You can kneel down."

The queen propped her head on one hand, looking very tired, so Song Yu followed the princes to salute and then slowly exited the Qifeng Hall.

It was still early, Song Yu had developed the habit of practicing martial arts every day in the past two years, but from now on he will live in the palace full of people and chatter, and training as usual will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the emperor and empress.But living in this deep palace is not afraid that the future will be boring.Song Yu glanced at the two people who were walking behind him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

Those two were none other than Yan Ziyu and Yan Shengge.

When they first met in Taolin, Yan Shengge became very interested in this young but mature and indifferent person, but in the Qifeng Palace, he accidentally caught the evil spirit who was completely different from his age. Yan Shengge's smile made Yan Shengge seem to be a little fascinated by this young man. He realized that his cuteness was just a disguise, and digging into his true nature made Yan Shengge even more enthusiastic. Yan Shengge was originally a free and unrestrained, willful People, so what they want to do will be put into action immediately.

As for Yan Ziyu, who knows what that smiling tiger really thinks.

The two of them just followed Song Yu, but Song Yu suddenly stopped, and the clear voice that hadn't changed yet was full of indifference: "Why are you following me?"

"Oh, I'm really vigilant." Now that he was discovered, Yan Shengge walked up to Song Yu generously, "Little brother, don't be so serious, come and give me a smile~"

It would be difficult for anyone to sit still in the face of a seductive and flirtatious beauty, not to mention that Song Yu is a normal man, but his body is still a teenager, so it is impossible for him to have any reaction , Song Yu didn't even look at him, and passed him sideways like nothing.

"Why are you so indifferent..." Yan Shengge looked at the small back and muttered to himself, Yan Ziyu shook a folding fan lightly, followed Yan Shengge's line of sight and asked with a smile: "This seems to be the head of the fourth brother. Rejected by a beauty once? How does it feel to be rejected?"

It wasn't until the figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Yan Shengge looked back, and glanced at Yan Ziyu coldly: "What are you talking about, it's you, what are you doing here?" The smiling tiger didn't like him at all.

"I want to invite this kind of beauty to travel with me as a brother, but you have set a precedent for my fourth brother, so it's not good to be an unobtrusive beauty for a brother." Yan Shengge smiled and shook his folding fan, acting like a gentleman.

Yan Shengge sneered, turned and left without looking back.

Yan Ziyu looked at his back, her hands kept moving, her eyes were crescent-like and her smiling face made it difficult to see what he was thinking.

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