Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

Zhuang wiped his face and hands.

From daytime to dusk, and from dusk to dusk, he took care of Qin Zhuang back and forth like this. After wiping off all the blood on his body, he sat obediently by the hospital bed and watched him.

When he couldn't hold on anymore and wanted to sleep, he put the two hospital beds together and lay on the edge of Qin Zhuang by himself.

The assistant felt unlucky and came over to pull him: "Boss, don't lie with the dead."

Fan Qinghe immediately got angry and dropped the cup in the ward, cursing: "Get out!"

After scaring the assistant away, he stretched out his hand to cover Qin Zhuang's ears in a panic, and comforted him: "Is it disturbing you? Don't be afraid, you can sleep peacefully, and I will wake you up tomorrow morning."

He reached out to close Qin Zhuang's eyes, and fell asleep next to him.

There is no more birdcage to block them, no more hatred and cursing.

They are as close as a young couple, or a young couple, under the same quilt, from late night until dawn.

The next day, Fan Qinghe repeated what he had done the day before, washing and wiping Qin Zhuang's face, even ordering food for two, setting up chopsticks for him, and waiting for him to eat.

But Qin Zhuang didn't wake up, and he didn't know if he was too tired, sleepy, or angry with him.

The dead will not be brought back to life.

There is only one life, and when it passes away like running water, it is impossible to pick it up again.

There are also people who are born smart, who regard the person they like as a treasure, tolerate each other, mix oil with honey, and when their hair is gray, they can still laugh together with their mouths that have lost all their teeth. My aging wife, we go home together in the twilight.

But most people are the latter.

When it is placed in front of it, it is like a discarded bag, wishing to raise its eyes high, so as not to see the mediocre people in this world again.Holding the bowl, I thought it was not enough. I still thought about the white moon in the other day and the Milky Way in my dream. After wasting my whole life, I didn't get anything, only the sadness that I couldn't get.

When losing, some still don't know how to repent, and can't wait to rush to the next stop.

There are also those who realize that they missed it after losing it. The mosquito blood that was once despised has become a cinnabar mole on the heart, and the dry rice grains that were once indifferent have become the bright moonlight in front of the bed.Going around, gaining and losing, when I suddenly looked back, the man was there, in the dimly lit place.

But it no longer belongs to you.

The yin and yang are separated, and the sky is vertical and horizontal. You remember each other in the world, but he is burned to the ground in the mud.

Suddenly, a butterfly flew in from the window.

Such a fragile and insignificant thing, if it was changed from the past, Fan Qinghe might not even look at it more.

But now he became interested, helped Qin Zhuang up, made him lean on his body, as if he had discovered some new continent, and said to him: "Qin Zhuang, look, a butterfly."

But Qin Zhuang remained silent, neither opened his eyes nor spoke, and didn't even care about his favorite butterfly.

The ancients often said that Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, but they also said that Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly.

Such a small thing that lives and dies, compared to a person who died in a hundred years, is as humble as a speck of dust.

But people will make mistakes over and over again for many years.

But the butterfly doesn't. After circling in the flowers and appreciating the beauty of this world, it withers with its own splendor.Thinking about it this way, it is even more comfortable and happy than humans.

Perhaps because Qin Zhuang remained motionless, the butterfly also believed that he was a non-threatening dead thing, and slowly flew down on his shoulder, and even touched his cheek with its tiny tentacles.

Fresh and gorgeous butterflies, and withered ashes.

Life and death, living and passing away, colorful scrolls and eclipsed black and white.

Fan Qinghe stretched out his fingers to grab it, and it flapped its wings lightly, followed the direction of the sun all the way, passed through the narrow gap of the glass window, and rushed to its free sky.

In Fan Qinghe's eyes, that butterfly is no longer a butterfly, it seems to have become another Qin Zhuang.

At that time, Qin Zhuang was also gorgeous, but in the end, only the withered and dead bodies remained.

Now that his body has perished, his soul has completely escaped from Fan Qinghe's control and rushed to the place he expected.

wake up.

Fan Qinghe leaned against his head, and pressed his trembling lips to the side of Qin Zhuang's face. Tears rolled over his eyes and flowed down Qin Zhuang's pale skin.

He finally agreed to send Qin Zhuang's body to the funeral home and let him walk through the last journey with dignity.

When the body was sent to be burned, Fan Qinghe stubbornly got out of the wheelchair and watched his lover leave.

The cronies stood behind him to accompany him, looking at his legs worriedly.

When the heartache reaches the extreme, the first pain may no longer be felt.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, parting from love, not getting what you want, life's seven hardships, Fan Qinghe has tasted it all in a few months.

Seeing Xiao Suo's back where he left with the urn in his arms, his confidants even wondered if he was the one who was left behind in the world.Has the soul in the physical body been burned into smoke together with Qin Zhuang?

Otherwise, why is there no trace of the anger that a living person should have in his eyes, only the ashes of silence.

On the □□, Fan Qinghe is still alive.

He breathes, gets up, eats and goes to sleep on time, finds time for business, and occasionally waters the flowers and tends the grass.When you talk to him, he will look up and respond.

But mentally, he was half dead.

He would carry that urn with him every day, whether he was walking, sitting or lying down, he would go crazy if he couldn't see it for a moment.He ate very little, his stomach was full of soup, and his cheeks were still sunken at a speed visible to the naked eye.He didn't want to sleep in bed at night, he insisted on squeezing into the birdcage that seemed very narrow to him, and fell asleep smelling the faint smell of Qin Zhuang.

When all the big and small affairs are done and there is nothing else to do, he will put two glasses in the room, pour two glasses of good wine, drink by himself, and talk to the air at the same time.

Or, just run into the kitchen and carve a few radish flowers.When I picked up the chopsticks to eat, I lost my appetite again, and only two lines of tears were left running down my cheeks.

Even though he has lived in such a mess, fate still refuses to let him go.

Two months later, the urn was stolen.

Just a short while after going to the bathroom, the urn he put on the sofa disappeared.

Fan Qinghe was as anxious as a manic patient, searched the inside and outside of the villa, checked the bodyguards and servants who came that day one by one, and finally found the slightest trace of the thief in the surveillance.

Lu Hanjiang.

On the day of making an appointment with Qin Zhuang, he was caught by Fan Qinghe's men.

But later Qin Zhuang was killed, Fan Qinghe lost his soul, no one noticed him, so he also took the opportunity to break the rope and escape.

Hibernating for more than two months, I didn't go to the ocean, and I didn't rush to snatch it. I just secretly looked for opportunities, in order to succeed once.

He succeeded.

He fled all the way with the urn, from the suburbs to the busy city, hiding and hiding, but on the way to the airport, he was chased by Fan Qinghe's men.

Lu Hanjiang panicked and boarded a bridge across the river.

Fan Qinghe's men surrounded him from the front, back, left, and right, leaving him no way out.

Lu Hanjiang rushed to the edge of the railing, remembering the last text message Qin Zhuang sent him, "I will not fall into his hands even if I die", and finally made up his mind.

He opened the lid and dumped the ashes onto the river.The moment the dust entered the water and the urn was thrown away, he laughed with relief.

When Fan Qinghe rushed to the scene, Lu Hanjiang was already under control.

The bridge was cleared, and they were the only people left on the bridge.

Fan Qinghe and Lu Hanjiang, rivals in love, also met at this moment.

In two months, Fan Qinghe turned from a human to a ghost. His description was haggard, with sunken eyes, and he was haggard like a teenager.

And Lu Hanjiang, disheveled, dusty, torn, with madness burning in his eyes, was not much better than Fan Qinghe.

"Where's Qin Zhuang?" Fan Qinghe approached him with a gun and asked.

Lu Hanjiang half leaned on the bridge railing dejectedly, and sneered at Fan Qinghe: "Let's go, I'm going down the river, there's not even a box left."

"You knocked him down?" Fan Qinghe couldn't believe his ears, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help trembling.

"Of course. This is his wish. He would rather die than be with you. As his most obedient student, how could I let him down." He said something provocative to Fan Qinghe, but he didn't put the gun at all. in the eyes.

"I'll kill you!" Fan Qinghe punched and kicked him, as if he wanted to kill this grass that hadn't had time to be chopped off.

"Ahem..." Lu Hanjiang was hit in the heart by his punch, and couldn't help coughing up two mouthfuls of blood.Even so, he stood up recklessly and said provocatively, "Fan, you are not good enough for him. In this life and in the next life, he will never have anything to do with you again."

He also said: "No matter how bad I am, I have actually slept with him, how about you? A eunuch who is useless?"

Fan Qinghe was completely aroused by him to kill, and his eyes were burnt red.

"By the way, that's it. Let me tell you one more thing. In this world, there are many people who want to bring down your Fan family." Before Fan Qinghe could respond, Lu Hanjiang pressed down with his hand. trigger.

But hearing a "bang" gunshot, Lu Hanjiang's body fell down weakly.

Fan Qinghe was alerted by his last words, subconsciously raised his head and looked around.

At a tall building on the river bank, flashing lights flashed by.

Ten days later, Fan Qinghe was prosecuted in the local court for homicide, endangering public safety, and illegal gun possession.

It was the Hong family, another big family that had long coveted his Fan family's status, who sued him and showed the live video.

Standing on the dock, Fan Qinghe looked at the huge room full of people, and felt that this was really reincarnation of cause and effect, and he was unhappy with retribution.

The author has something to say: Butterfly here uses a symbolic technique.

Probably one or two more chapters of abuse of Fan Qinghe will be able to end.

Fan Qinghe must die!

【Primary school students quarrel scene】

Fan Qinghe: Bitch!

Qin Zhuang: Damn it!

Chapter 30 Prison Bird (30) In such loneliness, he repeatedly recalled every detail of Qin Zhuang, and often looked at it, tears fell down.

Qin Zhuang died for his freedom.

Lu Hanjiang died to repay his debt to Qin Zhuang.

But what about him?I still have to stay in this desolate and lonely world, enduring more and more pain day by day.

There are many ways for Fan Qinghe to escape the crime.

The morality of the upper class and the morality of the lower class are actually not very consistent.

Either find a scapegoat to go to jail, or refute that it is just acting, invite a team of 30 lawyers to come over, and start fighting with each other, there is always a way to protect yourself.

But he knew it was wrong.

He was wrong for most of his life, and easily ruined Qin Zhuang's life, so how could he have the face to get away with it, and continue to live without incident.

At this moment, he who was standing in the dock gradually overlapped with Qin Zhuang who was unable to prove his innocence that day.

He once put his love into such a situation, and now, it's his turn to punish him.

"No, I didn't kill him, he pulled the trigger himself. But I want to confess..." Fan Qinghe slowly stopped his spine, and at that moment the sunlight came in, cutting the darkness away from his body: "I hired murderers to hurt people, gave false testimony, illegally detained and raped a young man..."

No one expected that Fan Qinghe would bring up the old matter again at this time, and even his defense lawyer was stunned, with "this is different from what was agreed" written all over his face.

"He was kidnapped, and I stood by. I bought three hooligans and accused him of sexual assault. He ruined his reputation and ruined his future. He was also locked in my villa and raised like a prison bird. Now, he died……"

Fearing that he would reveal more things, the Fan family hurriedly rushed up to cover his mouth.

The courtroom was in chaos for a while, and the trial could no longer continue, so the court had to be adjourned halfway for a later trial.

Fan Qinghe was sitting in the detention center, surrounded by people from Fan's family, chatting about his stupidity.

He didn't want to hear it, and he didn't bother to listen.

These people were just afraid that after they left, the Fan family would fight among themselves.

I'm also afraid that the big family's property will not be distributed to them.

In short, I advised him to stop, shut up, and be the head of his Fan family honestly, not to ruin his life for a moment of pleasure.

Fan Qinghe held his face, thinking that this scene was really funny and funny.

As it is sung in "The Injustice of Dou E", those who do good suffer from poverty and shorten their lives, while those who do evil enjoy wealth and life and prolong their lives.

He did a lot of evil, and in the end, a large group of people wanted to absolve him of his crimes.

Qin Zhuang was born with a clean background, he was reluctant to hurt even a small bug, if he played tricks on him, he would never be able to stand up again.

Fan Qinghe rubbed his painful eyes, his voice was not loud, but it was deafening: "I have made up my mind."

If you are guilty, you will definitely admit it.

He won't play those shady tricks, and he will take responsibility for what he does.

"The Fan family can still operate without me. From then on, I am not the main family, and the successor has been chosen, and no one can change it."

He watched a group of people come with hustle and bustle and leave with disappointment, and he leaned back in his chair with relief.

Bearing the punishment he deserved, he has the face to apologize to Qin Zhuang when he is under the Nine Springs.

Without Qin Zhuang's world, he no longer has half of his nostalgia.

The result of the court trial finally came down, and Fan Qinghe was sentenced to seven years in prison for several crimes.

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the prison, forming a system of its own.

In the cell where Fan Qinghe was, there were murderers, thieves, robbers, and rape criminals.

He's the most out of place here.

Life in the prison is very mechanical. You get up at a certain time, wash up in a short time, and then devote yourself to a busy day of labor.

Make tampons, sew boots, dig soil, and the like.

Life in prison is also very miserable, and many things are not provided every time, such as water.

Many times, he had to face water cut off, wear dirty clothes that hadn't been washed for a few days, and go through a busy day again.

In a place where there are only men, sexual harassment has become commonplace.

Xu is the nourishment of a good life all the year round, he looks much younger than his actual age, and despite many setbacks, he still retains an aristocratic temperament.

This made him a favorite in the eyes of some people. Some came in groups, and some came alone, all wanting to take advantage of him.

Fan Qinghe has smashed other people's heads with bricks, punched others, and was reprimanded by the prison guards for fighting. He often has new injuries on his body with old injuries.

He looked at those people who coveted him, and thought they were ridiculous and disgusting.

But after thinking about it, wasn't he the same as them in Qin Zhuang's eyes back then?I couldn't laugh any more.

Before going to bed at night, have a period of free movement.

Fan Qinghe chose to read.

The only advantage of the prison is that it has a library. Although the collection of books is not as rich as his Fan's, it is a rare spiritual sustenance under such harsh conditions.

When you are trapped in a cage, unable to communicate with the outside world, and do not have much entertainment, books are a window to open a new world.

Fan Qinghe accidentally did the same thing as Qin Zhuang, and also experienced the same loneliness as that person.

When reading a book, he will feel that he is still alive, a flesh and blood entity.

He often sits in front of the iron railings, and carefully distinguishes the black and white letters on the white paper by the dim streetlights in the aisle.

Between black and white is a colorful world beyond his reach.

In such loneliness, he repeatedly recalled every detail of Qin Zhuang, often looking at it, tears would fall down, soaking the pages of the book.

He also imagined countless times that this turbulent half of his life was just a dream. When he opened his eyes, Qin Zhuang would be lying beside him, youthful and handsome.

But the reason why fantasy is fantasy is that it cannot be realized.

There are no miracles in the world, and there is no time machine, let alone start over.

They are all the simplest flesh and blood in this world, without the power to reach the sky, and they cannot reverse time and space.

So he can only despair in hope again and again, and drown in despair day by day.

People often say, the seven-year itch, the seven-year itch.

The seven years, dragged on by sadness for an incomparably long time, were finally crossed.

He thought he would forget about Qin Zhuang, after all, since they met, three years in prison, seven years in prison, ten years have passed in general, one-tenth of their lives.

But he did not forget.

How could it be forgotten?

Repeatedly copying in memory again and again, the photos brought into the prison are all scratched.The person's voice and smile had long been deeply etched into his memory and became his blood and bones.

On the day I was released from prison, no one came to pick me up.

Also.

Now he is a plucked phoenix, a fallen tiger, he is no longer from his own family, he is no longer thought of by those mercenary people, naturally no one welcomes him.

Very realistic.

He changed into the clothes he wore when he was imprisoned. He hadn't seen him for seven years, and the clothes didn't fit that well, but they still briefly reminded him of those powerful years.

With crumpled banknotes, I took a taxi, and the destination was a villa on the outskirts of the city.

Although the Fan family is no longer in the hands of him, the house is still reserved for him, and someone will come to clean and take care of it from time to time.

He got off the car outside the gate and stepped into the house that he had not seen for many years.

It's just a house, not a home, because no one will wait for him in this empty house.

Familiar porch, familiar furnishings, but the grass in the garden is already taller than a person, and the shrubs are growing wildly everywhere.

seven years.

Fan Qinghe didn't stay on the first floor for too long, and went directly to the second bedroom where Qin Zhuang lived.

Things are wrong.

There are too many memories belonging to them here, his blood was sprinkled on the floor, and Qin Zhuang's tears were also shed.

The cage was still in place, the cage door was wide open, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the bedding.

Those pasts are so far away that they seem to have happened in the previous life.

Love is still accumulated in the heart, the longer it lasts, the fresher it becomes.

Fan Qinghe lowered his body slightly and got in.

He squatted down, and with trembling callused hands, he went to the yellowed pillow.I also picked up a strand or two of hair in the corner, but couldn't tell whether it belonged to Qin Zhuang, his own, or the servant's.

I thought I wouldn't cry anymore, but the eye sockets filled with liquid again, burning my cheeks.

Tried to call that person's name, again and again, but no one responded.

Yes, he's gone, and he can't hear his own cries.

Why would he be willing to let him sleep in such a humiliating place, like imprisoning a canary, or a house dog.

No wonder he is getting thinner and more silent every day.

A solitary butterfly doll is tilted by the side of the cage.Its owner forgot about it and left it in this barren old house. Now, it was finally picked up by another hand.

Fan Qinghe hugged it, just like hugging someone who is no longer there.

He wanted to find a tool or two to clean up the place.

But when he looked back, he realized that the cage door was locked.

When was it locked?It was blown by the wind, or moved under the action of gravity.

Fan Qinghe put his hand around the outside of the cage, and fumbled to press the password.

Not open.

What about fingerprints?

Suo beeped twice, issued a false warning, and fell silent again.

Fan Qinghe didn't believe in evil, so he entered all the passwords once and tried ten fingers, but the door still didn't open.

Did the maid change the password?Or have you erased your own fingerprint records?

Fan Qinghe tried to break the lock, or break open the railing.

But he forgot that in order to prevent Qin Zhuang from escaping, he had already replaced the cage with an alloy one, and the door lock was not broken by a knife or soaked in water.

When he exhausted all his strength and still failed to achieve what he wanted, he finally gave up exhaustedly.

Maybe when the servant came to clean it, he would be rescued, Fan Qinghe thought so.

One day, two days, three days...

Not eating, not drinking, prolonged exhaustion and hunger and thirst finally exhausted his energy.

Is this going to starve here?

Lying in the cage, he turned his head and looked at the fragmented sky outside the window, as if he saw the butterfly flying all the way back to his arms, changing into the appearance of Qin Zhuang.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Fan Qinghe asked while reaching out to stroke his face.

Qin Zhuang in his arms smiled at him, a cheerful look he hadn't seen for many years, with crooked eyes that seemed to be filled with stars and moons.

Qin Zhuang didn't avoid his hand this time, but just nodded, as if answering his words.

"I'm very happy." Fan Qinghe showed the happiest expression in seven years. He stretched out his hands, hugged the man tightly in his arms, and fell asleep forever like this.

When the servant found Fan Qinghe starved to death in the birdcage, it was already half a month later.

He was leaning against the fence, sitting at the bottom of the cage, holding a butterfly doll in his arms.

Such a cautious gesture, as if that thing is the most cherished lover in his life.

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System: "The novice mission "Prisoner Bird" has been completed, do you want to start the next story immediately?"

Qin Zhuang: "Yes."

While operating the system for him, he wondered: "It's strange, isn't the password he entered, why can't it be opened?"

Qin Zhuang glanced at the lock thoughtfully, and said: "Maybe it was changed by the servants, it's been seven years, no one can say for sure." Then he stepped into the next world.

The author has something to say: When I wrote this chapter, I cried myself, as expected of me.

This is how the first story ends.

This is an external tragedy and an internal uplifting ending.

Qin Zhuang died, but his death also made him break free from the shackles of Fan Qinghe, just as he himself said: "If I can have a next life, I will have to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup when I cross the Naihe bridge, and forget him." Clean, not even a trace of him in the soul."

Even the ashes were stolen from Fan Qinghe with the help of Lu Hanjiang.

There is only one love, and if you don't have time to grasp it, there will be no chance to start all over again.

Fan Qinghe also died. His death is a reward for evil, and it is very pleasing to the hearts of the people.

At the end of his life, he repented.

The death of his beloved made him withdraw from the dream of possession and compulsion, and witness this bleak defeat with his own eyes.

His youthful experience and Qin Zecheng's betrayal made him such a cold and cruel person.And the appearance of Qin Zhuang made him regain his heart.

It's a pity that he fell in love with Qin Zhuang again after he injured Qin Zhuang to the point of bruises.

Being fickle and infatuated, he is bound to suffer from this relationship for the rest of his life.

The loyal dog should appear in the second story. He is not a slag Gong, nor is he a slag Gong of the main line.

To be precise, he and Shou had never met before, but there was a certain bond between them.

Chapter 31 Demons (1) Lynn has suffered enough from poverty since he was a child, and has an extraordinary attachment to power and status.So even if he doesn't like Qin Zhuang, he will try to please him in different ways.This is how he gets along.

When the human heart is alienated into a demon, the demon grows a human heart. ——Xianlv Yungui

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"Little prince, come back quickly! Little prince! You can't go there!" The servant's voice came from far behind, filled with endless anxiety and fear.

The young Qin Zhuang didn't look back, or rather, he didn't care.

Holding on to the golden horned bow and arrows, he curiously peered into the depths of the forest.

There seems to be something hidden there, blending with the color of the jungle, with a hint of danger.

Is it a wolf?Or a lion?

He approached step by step, and finally saw the true face of the thing in the forest leaves - a huge monster more than twice his size, and what was even more bizarre was that he had a pair of green eyes.

12 years later.

"Mother's queen... Mother's queen..." Accompanied by these shouts, the little prince Qin Zhuang rushed into the palace in a hurry.

The queen was selecting tableware for the coming-of-age ceremony banquet in the palace, and was caught off guard by Qin Zhuang.

The little boy has soft golden curly hair, a pair of big deer-like watery eyes, and is dressed in an elegant and noble palace dress with silver patterns on a white background.

"What's the matter, Zhuang?" The queen said, "Didn't you go hunting with your father? Why are you back?"

"I was going, but..." Qin Zhuang took off the cloak on his back, and said aggrievedly, "My cloak is scratched."

The queen quickly took it over, carefully inspected the opening on the top, and asked, "Did you accidentally bump into a street tree?"

Qin Zhuang: "No, I just finished arguing with Pei Ji and came back."

The queen said clearly, "Even if it wasn't him, it must have been made by his servant. This cloak is very rare, and it must be too late to make another one. Let me help you sew it."

Only then did Qin Zhuang smile through his tears, nodded and said, "Well, thank you, Queen Mother."

The queen is ingenious, especially good at needlework.

Not long after she spoke, the servants brought needles, thread and other utensils and put them on the table for her to use.

The queen and Qin Zhuang sat down on the bench side by side, talking in a low voice.

While threading needles, she asked Qin Zhuang: "What's the reason for the quarrel this time?"

Judging by her calm appearance, she is obviously used to this kind of thing.

Qin Zhuang: "I want Lin En to protect me, but he is not happy."

"Sure enough, it's Lynn again, you." The queen glanced up at him, somewhat helpless: "He is on duty under Pei Ji, so don't provoke him again and again. When you become the king, then transfer him to your side Come on, isn't it all right?"

Qin Zhuang muttered: "I'm just so angry... Mr. Pei Ji relied on his father's favor to trip me up, I hate it to death..."

Queen: "After all, he is your father's eldest son. Don't take the initiative to provoke conflicts, so as not to annoy your father."

Qin Zhuang wanted to say again: "But..."

The queen touched his little head and said: "It's all over, why do you still look like a child. You are the crown prince, and the most important thing is to balance. In the future, there will be more subjects who don't agree with you. You can't all be like this." Calculate."

Qin Zhuang rubbed his face against her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "But I like Lin En."

"You've said this eight hundred times." The queen couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "It's a good thing you only said it in front of me and didn't let your father hear it."

"I'll tell you after hearing that, I like Lin En just like I like my queen mother." Qin Zhuang flattered her.

The queen laughed at him: "Yo, I don't believe it. Your 'like the queen' is far less than 'like Lynn'."

Qin Zhuang: "Because the queen mother should be liked in the heart, and it's not just for talking. I like the queen mother the most. You are the best queen mother in the world."

The queen: "Speaking of which, your father made a big fuss about this coming-of-age ceremony, and also planned to help you choose a princess, but I don't know whether he prefers the earl's daughter or the duke's sister."

When Qin Zhuang heard this, he immediately turned into a bitter face, and said: "I don't want to, I'm just a child, I don't want to get married."

Queen: "This is a political marriage. Choosing a princess with a powerful family will also help you consolidate the throne."

Qin Zhuang: "But I don't like girls."

Queen: "Marriage matters are often not determined by a sentence of like or dislike. If you must only accept boys, you can also consider those families that have both men and women of the right age."

Qin Zhuang shook his head: "I only like Lynn, I don't want anyone else."

Queen: "You like him so much, what about him? Does he like you?"

Qin Zhuang lowered his head and said, "I don't know."

Queen: "You shoulder the future of the kingdom, and Lin En is just a little knight with no power. He has no territory or wealth. If you follow him, you can't even support yourself."

Qin Zhuang: "Do I have to get married? Is there nothing I can do?"

Queen: "No."

Qin Zhuang thought about it, but couldn't think of a way to solve it, so he could only lament: "It would be great if I wasn't a prince."

The queen pinched his little cheek and said, "But you were born to me, you idiot. Don't you want your queen mother?"

Qin Zhuang: "Well..."

Queen: "When you grow up and meet more people, you won't be so entangled and sad."

During the interval between the two of them talking, the cloak was also mended.

The queen unfolded it, and the scratched place turned into a lush green branch, which looked elegant and unique, without any trace of repair.

Qin Zhuang: "Wow, so beautiful."

The queen tied the cloak on Qin Zhuang's body and said with a smile: "Okay, go hunting, my son will have the most powerful elk."

Qin Zhuang rubbed the cloak fondly, saying: "I don't want the most powerful one, I want the most beautiful one."

Queen: "It will be as you wish, child."

After Qin Zhuang bid farewell to the queen, when he returned to the gate of the city, the large army had been assembled for a long time.

But what surprised him was that Lin En, whom he was thinking of, actually stood in his team.

Lin En was wearing silver-white armor, with a knight's epee hanging from his waist.He stood upright, his handsome face was facing east, and the warm sunlight shone on his face.

When Qin Zhuang saw his sweetheart, he didn't care about the knights around him, so he turned his head while sitting on a horse, and called him, "Hi, Lynn."

Lynn responded: "I am here, Your Royal Highness."

Qin Zhuang: "Didn't Pei Ji not let you come?"

Lynn: "I asked for it myself. It is the mission of the Silver Knight to protect the little prince of the Barton Kingdom."

"Hee hee." Qin Zhuang didn't care what the mission was, he only knew that Lin En obeyed his will, would protect his safety in the next hunt, and might even have a chance to get close to him. Thinking of this, Qin Zhuang's heart jumped up.

Qin Zhuang: "Then, let's go."

Although this hunt was for the elk hunt for Qin Zhuang, it was led by the king himself.

Qin Zhuang drove the white horse under him, making it walk to his father's side.

Compared with the gentle and generous mother, Qin Zhuang's father is much more dignified.His eyes were as cold as the sapphires inlaid on his armor, and Qin Zhuang could restrain his hands and feet at a glance, not daring to be presumptuous anymore.

Qin Zhuang obediently called out: "Father."

King: "Where is your bow?"

Qin Zhuang: "Yes, here."

He hastily removed the horn bow from the back of his waist and showed it to his father.

The king glanced at him indifferently, and said: "As the crown prince, you must always hold your weapon and remain absolutely vigilant."

Qin Zhuang bowed his head to listen to the training: "Yes."

The king was still a little dissatisfied, shook his head and said, "It's too delicate."

Qin Zhuang knew that he was talking about himself, so he didn't dare to vent his anger for a while, for fear that his father would find another reason to punish him.

But Xu Shi thought that it would be his coming-of-age ceremony in a few days, the king didn't criticize him too much, he just said: "Let's go."

So the knights marched together, heading towards the special hunting ground.

Qin Zhuang's target is an elk, which cannot be killed but must be captured alive.

The horned bow in his hand can only be used to drive away prey, and drive it into the encirclement of the knight order. If it hurts the elk, it will be regarded as unknown.

Qin Zhuang felt that he was relatively lucky.When he was a child, he had the courage to go to the World of Warcraft Forest, and even met a real monster. If it was someone else, he would have been killed long ago, but he escaped unscathed. It has to be said that this is the blessing of God.

The little boy's body has not fully grown yet, riding on a tall horse, he looks more and more petite and precious, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Lynn walked with the knights, and looked up at the protagonist of the hunt from time to time.

It's obvious that Qin Zhuang likes him.

Lynn doesn't know when this liking started, but it is not difficult to imagine that this is an excellent opportunity for him-a chance to be in the top position.

Qin Zhuang is the only orthodox heir of the king, the future king.If he could win his favor, get an official position, and then go to the battlefield to make meritorious deeds, promotion and fortune will be just around the corner.

Unlike Qin Zhuang, who grew up with a lot of love and affection, Lin En has suffered enough from poverty since he was a child, and has an extraordinary attachment to power and status.

So even if he doesn't like Qin Zhuang, he will try to please him in different ways.This is how he gets along.

[System prompt: The main character Lynn loves 20. 】

Qin Zhuang: "Should I tell him: I can hear his inner drama."

System: "I advise you to keep your personality and don't collapse."

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