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

The Langu army defeated Yueyan, and the lord of the country, Longyan, was delighted. It happened to be the birthday of the prince who was said to be a priest, and he was even more delighted.

On June [-]th, the ruler hosted a banquet in the Jiade Hall to reward the three armies and feast the officials.On this day, the sky was full of lights, and the whole country celebrated with joy, and the whole night was noisy until the early morning.

In the early hours of the morning, there was a heavy rain, as if it was pouring, and a thick layer of dark clouds piled up in the sky, covering half of the faint light, and the face of the Lord of Langu behind the case in Changning Hall was half-bright and half-dark. .

The king's thin hand took a cup of tea offered by the palace man next to him, brought it to his mouth, and turned his hand quickly, and with a bang, the tea cup fell to pieces.

The people who served the tea palace immediately knelt down and kept silent like cicadas.

"That little bastard is still kneeling outside?" The lord seemed not to see him, "Oh, His Highness the Crown Prince has been kneeling since yesterday," the year-old palace man beside the desk bent down and replied, taking time to speak. The kneeling palace man kicked his leg and winked, the palace man hurried to pick up the broken porcelain pieces, without making a sound, "It's raining so heavily outside, Your Majesty can watch yourself carefully."

When the king heard this, he started to cough violently, and the palace man hurriedly gave him the air.

"You go...you go, get someone to cover that little bastard...if he wants to kneel, let him kneel, if you're alone, let's see how long he can kneel!"

The palace servant got the order and quietly went outside the hall. Across the rain curtain, a young man in a bright yellow brocade robe knelt down on the steps. His hair and clothes were soaked, his face turned white from the rain.

Sighing, he opened an umbrella and walked into the rain.

When he came to the front, he bent down, and the rain hung a bead curtain on the edge of the umbrella, "Your Highness, why are you doing this? Who is the eleventh prince? If you want to protect him, can your majesty agree?"

He took a silk handkerchief, knelt down in front of Ning Zhen, wiped the mud spots and rainwater on his face, wiped, and tears came down, "Your Highness, this old slave watched you grow up, and watched you grow up." In this way, the old slave feels sad..."

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, Ning Zhen bit his white lips tightly, lowered his eyelashes, he knew who was going to be difficult, but, just, how could he just watch him disappear like this, how could he Let him just disappear.

"Your Highness, think about it carefully." The palace maid wiped his face for him, then handed the umbrella to a tender-faced palace maid next to him, and walked into the hall.

Ning Zhen raised his eyes at this moment, "Wei Neishi..."

"Hey, tell me, Your Highness, this old slave listens." The old palace man obeyed and hurriedly turned his head.

"Please tell Father that I want to see him, and if he disagrees after the meeting, I will...not mention this matter again." Ning Zhen continued, his voice was weak, but extremely firm and quiet.

Waiter Wei Nei hesitated for a moment, then secretly wiped away his tears again, hurriedly responded, and walked quickly into the hall.

His Royal Highness, the crown prince who was so precious and pampered since he was a child, has finally grown up.

After entering the palace, the king still had a gloomy face.

Wei's servant stepped forward and bent down, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that he wants to meet you. If you disagree after the meeting, then he will never mention this matter again."

The lord put the teacup heavily in his hand, and coughed so angry that his whole body trembled violently. Wei's servant hurried forward to relieve him, "Your Majesty calm down, the dragon's body is critical."

The king waved his hand, coughed for a while before he stopped, and gasped, "This little bastard still doesn't give up? Does he want to see me? What does he want to see me for? There's no need to discuss this matter!"

Wei's servant handed over a new cup of tea, and peeked at the face of the lord, "Your Majesty, please forgive this old slave for talking too much. Your Majesty may see His Royal Highness and listen to what he wants to say. The old slave just saw him with the intention of repentance." , the whole person seems to have grown up a lot overnight."

The king didn't speak, he took a sip of tea, and after a while, he said, "Go, go tell that little bastard to come in."

Wei Nei waiter hurriedly responded, bowed and exited the hall.

The king walked to the window, looked at the rain outside, suddenly seemed to remember something, and called him, "Wei Qing,... do you think Gu really did something wrong?"

Wei Neishi stopped, still bowed his body, "Your Majesty is right, this old slave doesn't know and dare not speak nonsense, but this old slave just watched, His Royal Highness is a very affectionate person." After finishing speaking, he backed out.

The hall is very quiet, only the rain outside the window is falling like crazy. This king who is no different from all the fathers in the world without the crown suddenly felt a little sad. Could it be that he really shouldn't let the eleventh prince be the prince's attendant? ?

After many years, the decisive emperor finally determined that he had done something wrong.

Just when Cheng Ying's horizontal knife touched his neck, he saw the decisiveness, wisdom, and all the expressions that an emperor should have on the young man's face.Only then did he realize that he had miscalculated. It was not the child prodigy Cheng Nan who wanted to destroy Talangu, but the young emperor in front of him, Cheng Ying.

But he didn't know that the disaster of the eleventh prince was nothing more than a debt that his precious son had to repay in order to survive in this world.

It's just that things in the world are a mess and entanglement, who can see the difference between love and hate?

This is another story.

Wei Neishi walked out of the hall, Ning Zhen got up, staggered a few steps before standing still, his legs kept shaking, and the people next to him hurried up to help, he waved his hand and pushed them away, and stepped onto the few steps without saying a word. He has dark eyes, but somewhat reluctantly. He has never suffered since he was a child. After kneeling all night, his knees hurt like needles. Finally, he fell forward on the last step...

**

Ling Xingjun woke up suddenly, gasping for breath.

After a while, he realized that there were weeds everywhere, and there was a dilapidated roof above his head with several big holes, and the rafters were grinning. on him.

He glanced around, and his heart sank. This is the place where Cheng Nan saw Ning Zhen for the last time in the illusion.

Fragmentary pictures flashed in his mind, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy for a while, and he heard someone calling him in a daze.

"Ling Xing Jun! Ling Xing Jun!"

He looked around but didn't see anyone, he just thought he was hallucinating, and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

The voice came again, "Mr. Lingxing, top of your head!"

He looked over his head, and there was a cold and handsome face exposed through the cracks in the rafters, with a priest's seal on his forehead, and a smile that didn't match his face.

"Lord Snow God?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked tentatively.

"It's me, are you okay down here? Are you injured?" Mu Tongchen responded to him.

Lord Ling Xing said: "No problem, why did Lord Snow God come here?"

"It's a long story. I knew that Rong Wen had gone to Zhuo Na's monster, and I guess he was rushing here." Mu Tongchen sat down on the spot, and Ling Xingjun couldn't see other people, only heard the voice, " Just wait, I'll try to get you up here."

After speaking, the voice moved away from here.

Hearing his words, Lord Lingxing understood, presumably it was his divine breath that attracted the three people who were also in Wuzhou, and broke the illusion so that he could be saved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In a blink of an eye, the tone came up again, he said "you", and he was puzzled, then remembered, and turned his head behind him.

A man was kneeling there.

His eyes skipped over the man, and fell on the unconscious Amaoer next to him. He frowned slightly, stood up on the ground, and staggered forward to hold Amaoer in his hand.

The man drooped his eyelashes, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his face was a little pale.

Lord Lingxing ignored him.

"Eleven..." The man said when he rubbed shoulders, his voice sounded tired.

Hearing those two words, Lord Ling Xing paused, and frowned, "I am Cheng Nan, the god of star and fate, and I am not the Eleventh Prince of Yueyan as you mentioned. I hope you can tell the difference."

After finishing speaking, he carried Amao'er away, without giving the man a look from the beginning to the end.

The man smiled bitterly, "...I was the one who was abrupt."

Mr. Ling Xing sat back to his original place, put Amaoer on his lap, and checked it out. Fortunately, he was fine, but he had become a living child after his past events had strayed into reincarnation. It is also difficult to deal with.

He was drooping his eyes and thinking, Amaoer in his arms may have been affected by his divine breath, and had already woken up slowly, staring at him blankly with a pair of big eyes.

After looking at it for a while, he stretched out another small hand to pull Ling Xingjun's sleeve, and smiled foolishly.

Judging by his appearance, he has incomplete six senses, Lord Ling Xing sighed, and already had a plan in mind.

At this moment, Mu Tongchen's voice sounded above his head again, "Mr. Lingxing, please stand a little farther away, I will rescue you up here."

He looked up and saw that Mu Tongchen had summoned Yu Sui in his hand, so he took a few steps back with Amao'er in his arms, and bowed slightly to him, "Thank you."

Mu Tongchen nodded slightly, jumped into the air, and swung the jade fragments, drawing a silver arc, thousands of flying white petals rolled into a strand and rushed towards the roof.

Lord Ling Xing only heard a rumble above his head, and then half of it collapsed, and all the wood and dust fell down. He hurriedly retreated to the corner, and with a flick of his hand, opened a barrier to cover the three of them.

He had consumed too much divine energy before, and it was already very difficult to prop up this barrier. When the broken wood fell, his steps were already a little vain.

The person next to him quickly grabbed his shoulders.

As soon as Amaoer saw the man, he twisted in his arms, struggling to get into the man's arms.

Seeing this, Lord Lingxing frowned, pulled A Mao'er back and pressed it under his arm, and pushed the man away with the other hand, "Don't bother you."

The man's hand froze for a moment, and a gloomy flash flashed in his eyes, but the next second he couldn't help but support him, bearing more than half of his body's strength, "...you are injured too badly, I just help you, if you If you don't want to go up, I will let go, don't make trouble now."

Mr. Ling Xing was in great pain, so he didn't bother talking to him. Now this situation can save a little effort.

The three of them were so close that Amaoer couldn't move, so he turned his head and grinned at the man.

Seeing that the roof had been broken, Mu Tongchen raised his hand again, and the burst of petals immediately rolled down, slowly condensing into a series of steps, leading straight up.

He poked his head from above, "Mr. Lingxing, come up now."

Only then did Lord Lingxing realize that their place was sunken below the ground, so he nodded, supported by that person, stepped on the steps made of petals, and walked towards the ground...