After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

On April 26th of the [-]th year of Shenxi, Cheng Nan had just passed his eighth birthday.

That spring was extremely cold, the glazed tiles on the roof of the palace were still covered with a thin layer of unmelted snow, and a few crabapples were sparsely blooming under the corridor.Dark clouds pressed down from the dark sky, and there was no sound from the whole country.

Ten days ago, the news of Yueyan's defeat flew from Sanxue Pass to the capital overnight, making the already cold spring even colder.

The 30 troops in front and the [-] troops from Langu are in a stalemate at Sanxue Pass. Although Sanxue Pass is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the difference in strength is huge. , if this battle is defeated, Yueyan will have no choice but to retreat. The road of seeking peace is the best choice at present, but now ten days have passed, and the king has not yet made up his mind.

Cheng Nan stood on the porch not far from the White Jade Hall and looked over. There were a group of old officials kneeling in front of the hall, all of them were silent like cicadas, their backs were almost crushed by the dark clouds.

He turned his eyes and raised his hand to touch a crabapple on the corridor, "...it's a pity that it's too thin,... I don't know what color the crabapple from other places is." After a moment of ecstasy, he let go of the crabapple branch. Go to the White Jade Hall.

In the hall, you can hear the quiet needle drop. Emperor Shenxi sits high on the bright platform, his temples are gray, and his thin neck can hardly bear the twelve-pronged crown.

The eight-year-old Cheng Nan stepped up the steps step by step under the gaze of all the officials, came to the front of the hall, knelt down, bowed his hands respectfully, "Your Majesty, it's been a long time to hear that the Langu crabapple is so gorgeous and beautiful, it is unique in the world. This spring In April, the begonias are beautiful, and it is hard to wish to go to Langu to look up to them."

His voice was clear and clear, like a string of disconnected pearls scattered on the hall, his small body was kneeling upright, almost making people forget that he was just an eight-year-old child.

At this moment, all the old officials around exploded, and they couldn't help but relax in their hearts. The eleventh prince was like a burst of timely rain, relieving the thirst in front of him. Langu asked him to go to exchange and study by name. Now that he voluntarily proposed to go to Langu, it undoubtedly gave all parties a step down.

Emperor Shenxi stared down at a white porcelain teacup on the table, and didn't take it seriously, the hearts of the ministers in front of the palace soon sank again.

"Father Emperor!" Eight-year-old Cheng Nan still straightened his back, stared directly at Emperor Shenxi with bright eyes, but changed his address.

The hall became quiet again, and the ministers hung their hearts and dared not speak out.

After a long time, Emperor Shenxi finally raised his eyes and took a look at Tangxia Chengnan, then suddenly grabbed the white porcelain cup on the case and threw it viciously, and walked away in a huff.

The white porcelain cup shattered in front of Cheng Nan's knee with a "snap", splashing tea stains all over his body.

Cheng Nan remained motionless, with his eyelashes covering most of his eyes, and kowtowed heavily at the back of Emperor Shenxi, "Thank you, Your Majesty... may your Majesty last forever, and the sea is clear and the river is clean."

April fifteenth.Cheng Nan arrived at the Langu Imperial Capital with the Yueyan Mission, and for the first time saw the Prince Ning Zhen of Langu who ruined all possibilities of himself with a single sentence.

The weather was fine that day, he followed the palace people along the long corridor and finally arrived at the prince's residence. In front of the vermilion arch, a wisteria was blooming, looking from a distance, it looked like a purple haze.

As soon as Ning Zhen ran over the horse, he was dressed in a neat short outfit and was about to change, and almost bumped into Cheng Nan who had just turned the arch, and the surrounding palace people fell to their knees in fright.

The arrogant young man was full of enthusiasm, and he was rarely annoyed by being bumped. He threw the whip in his hand to the attendant behind him, and looked at him with interest, "You are the one who makes trouble? How powerful I can be. See you today. That's all."

His words were barbed, and he made it clear that he wanted to embarrass people.

Neither humble nor overbearing when facing difficulties, stand upright, arch your hands slightly to salute.

Ning Zhen was most annoyed by this old-fashioned and pedantic manner, immediately frowned and waved his hands, "Forget it, from tomorrow onwards, you will be the prince's attendant, and serve the pen and ink by your side."

After speaking, he led a group of people, and was swept away like a gust of wind, leaving no one alone.He has no expression on his face, only the knuckles hidden in his sleeves are turning white...

**

Lord Ling Xing was in this illusion woven by monsters, his face was pale, he couldn't restrain his trembling, he didn't understand, this was just the most common picture, why would he feel... Pain?

He knelt on the ground, dazed.

In the picture, the wisteria flower fell after rinsing. After a long time, he smiled wryly, exhausted his last trace of clarity, and asked for help.The silver-white divine breath spread out from his body, and all the stars were eclipsed.

Si Ming and Di Sheng were not by his side, no matter how much he wanted to keep those two oil bottles safe, he could only do so.

His body was full of wounds from the fight with the monster, blood dripping uncontrollably. At the same time, the pain and doubts in his heart swept over again due to the exhaustion of divine power, and his consciousness began to slacken , Like a candle in the wind, it went out with a "wow".

He vomited a mouthful of blood and slowly closed his eyes.

The smell of blood permeated, the night wind was very cold, and the broken walls and ruins were covered with a thin layer of cold hoarfrost in the slight silver breath, and there were night owls crying in the distance.

Knowing that he had come all the way, his brows had not been loosened for a moment, and at this moment his face was pale visible to the naked eye.He could feel that the closer he was to the place where the divine breath came from, the stronger the smell of blood and ominousness would be.

Lord Ling Xing’s visit must have been more ominous than good. If it’s just a flesh injury, it’s fine, after all, he’ll be fine after two days, but if he’s drowning in the illusion like he did before... the scene in the previous illusion flashed through his mind, and the pain suddenly swelled. He rushed to his head, forcing out a circle of fine cold sweat.

In the night wind, he couldn't help shivering.

Behind him, Lingyin approached step by step, and knowingly raised his hand to slap his forehead a few times, trying to calm himself down.

As soon as his hands were lowered, Rong Wen came behind him, and the ringing sound naturally came from Juan Er.

"Azhi?" Rong Wen looked at him with concern.

The surroundings were quiet, and the fluorescent light in front of him was like a fluttering firefly.

Knowingly raising the hand wrapped in silk cloth, thoughtfully, after a long time, he smiled slightly, "...what did you see in the illusion?"

Among the three of them, apart from Mu Tongchen, he and Rong Wen were all aware of the lake that seemed like a nightmare to him, but what was Rong Wen afraid of, what was he afraid of?He couldn't figure it out.

The smell of blood became stronger in the wind.Mingzhi squinted his eyes and watched the silvery white dancing in front of his eyes, waiting for Rongwen's answer.

He asked that it wasn't because he was good at poaching people's secrets. After living for so many years, who can live without a little wound in his heart?It's just that his intuition told him that the teacher's lawsuit would not end so simply. He didn't regret dying, but he knew how painful it was, and he couldn't let Rong Wen experience that nightmare again.

Rong Wen seemed to be taken aback, his movements obviously froze, and there was a flash of pain in his eyes, but soon he regained his composure, with a smile even on the corner of his mouth, "Why?" He lowered his eyes, The eyelashes cast a fine shadow under the eyes, "Ah Zhi wants to drive me away?"

He didn't answer, nor did he evade, he just used the most indifferent tone to mess up the little abacus in Mingzhi's mind, which made him choke for a while.

Knowing that, why didn't this person follow the path?

Sighing, "That's not what I meant. This matter is about to end. You were injured and gave me half of your divine power. You don't have to do this."

His last sentence is a bit shameless, but such words are often the most effective, like adding a handful of dry wood to a raging fire.

"Oh? So you plan to save Lord Ling Xing by yourself?" He smiled even more, but two clusters of fire ignited in his eyes, clearly out of breath, and approached Mingzhi step by step.

Knowing that he retreated again and again, he thought to himself, this firewood seems to be a bit too much.

"... Ah Zhi, do you know that you are like this..." He stopped suddenly, his eyes were very complicated, he only spoke half of a sentence, as if he was a little hesitant.

Knowingly looked at him suspiciously, "Huh?"

"Forget it. Ah Zhi, let's go together, don't push me away, okay?" Rong Wen's breath suddenly weakened like this, his voice was very low, his eyes were watery, and he stared at Ming Zhi burningly, which made people feel uncomfortable. Inexplicably, he felt like a wounded little animal.

How can someone refuse this?Knowing that he was afraid that he would be hurt again, and even more afraid that he would be like the one in front of him, making him feel that he was the one who swung the knife.

He had a lot of back and forth in his heart, and suddenly realized that he would never be able to refuse Rong Wen, just like Rong Wen would rather compromise and persuade him in another way, and make every decision he made willingly.

There are some people in this world who are so stupid, they would rather die than die, and don't want him to be unsatisfactory.

Mingzhi looked at the bleak surroundings, heaved a long sigh, and smiled slightly, "...Okay."

Juan Er suddenly bared his teeth and screamed wildly, his tail hung straight to the ground, turning around frantically.

At this time, the two also sensed the dangerous abnormal aura, looked at each other, and silently gathered their mana toward the dense tree shadows in the distance.

"Here we come, Ah Zhi." Rong Wen patted Juan'er's head, signaling it to be quiet, and said in a deep voice.

There are many trees here, and dense vines hang between the trees, looking like a dark monster in the cold moonlight, with knee-high grass under the feet, it is very difficult to walk without splitting the grass.

As soon as Juan Er was quiet, the imperceptible sound became clearer and clearer. It was the sound of grass and trees breaking - something was approaching here.

Knowing that he quietly summoned forgiveness, he set up a restraint around him and frowned, "Be careful."

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud shout came from a distance, "I know it, teacher! Stop teacher!"

The voice came from behind the dense tree shadows, it was Mu Tongchen.With a rustling, a gust of wind blew up behind the tree, and the snow-white petals scattered in the wind.

"What?" The accident came too fast, and he was clearly puzzled.But soon this burst of doubt was replaced by panic, he vaguely saw a terrifying yet extremely familiar thing approaching among the rolled up snow-white petals.

Knowing that he clenched the pardon tightly, he was shocked, but before his head could react, he moved his hand first, and slashed forward with a sword.

The sword energy broke through the wind, and soon fell into the darkness. There was a miserable howl in the roar, and a black shadow jumped out—it was the teacher.

One of Shizhi's sharp claws had disappeared, and he yelled viciously at them. When it saw Mingzhi, he brushed his chin with the only remaining hand, showing a mocking and disgusting smile.

The shattered picture in the illusion suddenly burst into Mingzhi's brain like a dike, he tremblingly retracted the sword, his face was already pale, and the thin cold sweat on his forehead made him shiver in the wind.

The teacher suddenly started laughing, it looked straight at Mingzhi, and laughed back and forth, as if laughing at him, your high and mighty Lord Evil God actually has such a day?

It has seen Mingzhi's heart and knows his nightmare demon.He suddenly realized that he was actually afraid of the teacher's lawsuit, how ridiculous it was, he, the evil god, governed the most evil things in the sky and the world, but he couldn't face a monster that should have surrendered to him.