Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

The two people in the prison were shocked, especially Yan Mingxiu, he never thought that Yuan Feizui would appear here!

Judging by his expression, it is estimated that he had already listened to the words just now, Yan Mingxiu's heart was bent, and he simply said: "He doesn't have to pay me anything back."

Yuan Fei glanced at him with a half-drunk smile, then turned his gaze to Yue Han: "Ming Xiu will not hesitate to offend me, but I will personally come to the prison to rescue you. Do you think you are worth repaying with your life for such kindness?"

"Yuan Feizui, what do you want to do!" For a moment, Yan Mingxiu really thought that this man was going to kill Yue Han in front of his face.

Yue Han replied flatly: "Of course it's worth it."

"That's good!" A boundless murderous intent suddenly appeared in Yuan Fei's drunken eyes, and Yan Mingxiu tried to stop it, but it was too late, and he could only watch the sword fall!

After a loud noise, Yue Han was unscathed.

It was only then that Yan Mingxiu realized that the sword that had just cut off the chains that bound Yue Han abruptly.

His gaze was as cold as ice that would not melt for a thousand years: "Before I change my mind, let's go."

Yue Han glanced at Yan Mingxiu with some worry, and the latter kicked him out of the prison door with gritted teeth, and scolded: "Get out of here!"

It wasn't until the man's figure gradually faded away that Yan Mingxiu realized that the dangerous aura had already approached him.

Yuan Feizui rare pressed him against the wall roughly, and looked at him coldly.

"It hurts..." As if being held by iron claws, Yan Mingxiu only felt that the bone there seemed to be crushed by someone.

"So you still know it hurts." Yuan Fei tightened his arms like he was drunk, and asked him, "Do you know how much I have to pay to save his life?"

"Ah... I... I don't know." Yan Mingxiu was suppressed all over, unable to move, and physical tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"You will know soon." Yuan Feizui let go of him, his expression gradually eased, and he threw him on the haystack where the prisoners were resting, looking down at him.

The clothes are messy, the body is still a little trembling, and the red corners of the eyes are even more pitiful, and it can't help but make people feel special thoughts in their hearts.

While dizzy, Yan Mingxiu only felt a tearing pain coming from the joint between the hip bone and the femur.

He raised his head in a daze, but found that Yuan Feizui's expression was extremely indifferent, as if he was doing something that had nothing to do with him.

"It's not...drunk." After an unknown amount of time, Yan Mingxiu called that person's name in a daze, and suddenly felt a heat in his heart, and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of black blood.

"Mingxiu!" Yuan Feizui hurriedly hugged him, patted him on the back tenderly, completely different from Cai Cai's indifference and violence.

"I can't die yet." Yan Mingxiu looked at him coldly, his eyes full of guard.As soon as the words fell, another mouthful of black blood was spit out, and the depression that had been lingering in his heart for the past few days suddenly dissipated a lot.

He seemed to have sensed something, suddenly raised his head to look at him, and asked suspiciously: "Could you be..."

"Mingxiu..." Yuan Feizui's face was full of guilt, "The imperial doctor told me that you still have residual poison in your body, and taking the medicine for a few days has no effect. He said that strong emotional stimulation may help you, so I talent……"

"Shut up!" Yan Mingxiu blushed when he remembered the situation just now, "Who told you to come up with such a crooked idea!"

Knowing that the other party was still looking out for his own good, Yan Mingxiu felt relieved, but he was still a little angry, and asked after a while: "So, it was your arrangement to let Yue Han go?"

"This is really not true." Yuan Feizui explained, "I heard the servant said that you came to the prison after taking the token, and I guessed what you were going to do, so I followed all the way."

Yan Mingxiu snorted coldly, and deliberately tried to say: "If Yue Han and I really have something, what will happen to you?"

Yuan Feizui's face darkened again: "Then I will definitely find the best executioner and reward him with a thousand swords. But..."

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, pulling Yan Mingxiu into his arms, deeply sniffing the fragrance on the green hair: "I know Mingxiu loves me."

Ha ha……

Yan Mingxiu glanced at the mess in the cell, and said bitterly: "You know that I love you, but you treat me like this?"

"The situation necessitates this." Yuan Feizui gently kissed the man's temple hair, "I promise, this kind of thing will not happen again in the future." However, it was the first time in the cell, Strangely fresh.

Naturally, Yuan Feizui wouldn't say the latter words, and Yan Mingxiu didn't expect that the bastard was still thinking about it endlessly.

He snorted coldly: "Your guarantee is worthless to me." Even though he said that, he didn't mean to push Yuan Feizu away at all.

"As compensation, how about I give another big gift to Mingxiu?"

The man smiled with crooked brows and eyes, even though he had long been used to his handsome appearance, Yan Mingxiu was still fascinated by it.

"What kind of gift, it can't be... um." Before he could say it, his lips were sealed.

For a while after that, Yuan Feizui was so busy that he didn't even touch the ground. Yan Mingxiu knew that the emperor was going to make him a prince a few years ago, so he didn't bother him too much.

It was snowing lightly that day, Yan Mingxiu was sitting with his mother talking about the household, when he heard a lot of noise outside, he didn't know what happened.

Aunt Mei went out to inquire for a while, but when she came back, her face was pale, and she stammered: "Outside are the singers that His Majesty bestowed on the prince, there are about twenty of them."

Yan Mingxiu didn't take it to heart, seeing that Aunt Mei hesitated to speak, he asked again: "Let's talk about anything else."

"Slave servant... Slave servant heard people's gossip yesterday, saying that His Majesty must let the prince establish a concubine before he canonize him as the crown prince."

Yan Mingxiu was startled, thought for a while but still said lightly: "The servants don't have any news, it's just nonsense."

Seeing his attitude, Aunt Mei naturally wouldn't say anything more, but Bixia became anxious: "Mingxiu, this... from now on, if the concubine appointed by the prince is domineering, what should you do?"

Yan Mingxiu was still drinking tea calmly: "In my opinion, this position is at most reserved for Wu Jin."

Wu Jin is knowledgeable and courteous, he never criticizes his subordinates, he is always polite to Bixia, and even brings her gifts during festivals, Yan Mingxiu has a pretty good impression of her.

But Bixia obviously didn't think so: "Mingxiu, how do you know what this woman is thinking? Today is the princess, and tomorrow she will be the queen. She was kind to us before, but once she gets this power, it's uncertain. What will become of it?"

Yan Mingxiu looked at her for a while, then patted her hand lightly: "Mother is worrying too much."

Bixia tried a few more words of persuasion, meaning that Yan Mingxiu should let him marry a woman who is weak and easy to control as his wife while he can still speak in front of Yuan Feizui.

Yan Mingxiu shook his head coldly, Bixia saw that she couldn't persuade her, and knew that her son always had his own ideas, so she had no choice but to give up.