The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

I don't know when it started to snow again in the sky, and the city of Nanyang was covered with snow.

The gorgeous attic of the East Palace should have been surrounded by pool water, but because it was winter, the cold weather made the crystal clear water condense into ice edges.

Both sides of the palace gate were brightly lit, and inside the palace there was a charcoal basin in the center of all kinds of resplendent and magnificent furnishings, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was sitting beside the charcoal basin, looking at the memorial in his hand, with a meticulous look and rapt attention.

The emperor of Dongyu Kingdom has been out of the closed door for a long time, and he has only left the closed door once in the past ten years, but after hearing the news that the empress Lan Suxin is dead, his body is getting thinner and his complexion is gloomy. Shishi, I don't know when it will come out this time, that is, the prince Jing Siyuan, who is the crown prince, will do the government affairs on weekdays.

Day after day, the rumors in the palace such as "In a few years, His Royal Highness will ascend the throne and become the new emperor" are commonplace.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is naturally mild-tempered, completely different from that of his biological mother, Lan Suxin.Although his cultivation has not improved much in the past hundred years, he has read a lot of books and handled the government affairs in an orderly manner.Even though he is a bit indecisive and undecided when dealing with the common people on weekdays, but in terms of his modest attitude, strict self-discipline, and straightforward reporting of grievances, he can be regarded as a wise king.

But now, in order to meet everyone's wishes, our Prince Highness does his best to take clothes and food every day. After the memorials are approved, they are piled up on the table and the special palace people come to pick them up.Except for urgent affairs, he almost never takes a step out of the East Palace Gate.

Maybe it was because he was too absorbed in reviewing the memorial, at this moment, Jing Siyuan didn't even listen to the reports from the palace people outside the door.

"His Royal Highness."

"..."

"Is His Royal Highness in there?"

"..."

"His Royal Highness, the First Prince has returned."

Jing Siyuan's thoughts finally drifted back a few seconds after the "I'm back".His fingers that turned the page paused, and then he opened his eyes slightly, as if he thought he had heard wrong, and immediately said to the palace man outside the door: "What?"

In the past 100 years, Jing Wuyou has visited the palace as many times as he can with two hands.The palace man outside the door said again: "His Royal Highness is back."

When the good news came, Jing Siyuan didn't care about the memorial in his hand anymore, he closed it and put it on the table, and walked out of the palace gate.

Several palace people nodded their heads in salute after the rich or noble blue figure smeared with gold edging came into view, but Jing Siyuan didn't need to look at such red tape right now, and after seeing this, he hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No need, quickly take me... alone to meet the emperor."

The palace servants looked at each other with a look of embarrassment, and kept their heads down: "Your Highness, I am afraid that what you say now is not appropriate."

Jing Siyuan blinked, not understanding what he meant, and asked, "Why?"

The palace man's expression became more embarrassed, and he forced a smile and said: "Well... His Highness the First Prince brought a person back, that, um... Although he is a man, but..."

Jing Siyuan has read a lot of books, but his thinking is not very sharp, so he didn't hear the slightest clue, he raised his eyebrows and asked: "But what, why don't you continue talking?"

The palace man still hesitated: "But, but..."

The palace man only listened outside the door for a short while, and then slipped away quickly. Whether what happened inside was consistent with what he thought was still uncertain.

If not, it doesn't matter if the crown prince is gone, but if it is, if this kind of thing is interrupted by the arrival of the crown prince, if someone can't keep their mouths shut, and has no intention of spreading the matter, then no matter it is for the eldest prince or the prince In other words, the impact is very large.

However, as a palace official with a low status, the word "broken sleeve" must not be used on a prince with a high status.

In the end, the palace servants still didn't have the guts to speak, Jing Siyuan looked at him "but" for a long time and hesitated to say anything, so he stopped asking, and walked quickly to the bedroom where Jing Wuyou lived.

And along the way, a group of court ladies and eunuchs followed behind, yelling at him to "think twice".

Those who didn't know thought it was His Royal Highness who couldn't bear to think about it and wanted to commit suicide, so that it was worth so many people following behind him, screaming to death.

At this moment, Jing Siyuan, who has a calm personality, frowned more and more. He suddenly stopped and turned his head impatiently and said, "Gu can not see the emperor for a while, but you are trying to tell Gu a reason." ah."

The little maid who had always been unable to control her mouth shouted loudly: "The person brought by His Highness the First Prince is a beauty!! They may be... Oh, I dare not say it, Your Highness, you understand."

Jing Siyuan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

A few flakes of snow floated into the pavilion, and it was eerily quiet.

Jing Siyuan seemed to think of something, his face turned pale suddenly, and then he asked: "Didn't you say that was a man?"

The little maid took advantage of the victory and pursued: "It is precisely because he is a man that His Highness cannot go and see it!"

Jing Siyuan: "..."

Jing Siyuan shouted in a low voice: "There must be a limit to nonsense."

There are so many gossips and gossips in the palace, it is likely that these people spread them unscrupulously, so there are so many rumors that harm people's lives.

This little palace lady was young, but she was very courageous, and she still had the courage to retort with an aggrieved face: "Your Highness, I, I am not talking nonsense, sister Yao told me."

Wang Jing Siyuan's face became paler and paler, the eunuch next to the little palace maid hurriedly bumped into her, motioned her to shut up, and said to Jing Siyuan with a smile: "His Royal Highness calm down, it's okay to wait half an hour before going. At that time, you can ask the eldest prince yourself."

Looking at the little eunuch's playful smile, Jing Siyuan laughed angrily: "If Gu's guess is correct, do you think Gu's imperial brother is a 'broken sleeve'?"

Everyone shook their heads unanimously at the next moment.

Jing Siyuan shouted: "If you break your sleeve, you'll break your sleeve, and it's not your sleeve that's broken, so what's your business? Are you going to make a fuss here, or not!?"

Palace people: "..."

Eunuchs: "..."

·

The bed curtain made the two of them faintly visible on the bed, Feng Chiling sat cross-legged on the bed, her back was facing Jing Wuyou, her brows were furrowed, her mouth hissed in pain, and she scolded: "Can you be gentle!?"

Jing Wuyou sat cross-legged behind him, kneading her hands methodically on Ruyu's shoulders, punching his back with fists, or kneading his shoulders with palms, and replied with a cold face: "Gently, all I have been shouting for a long time, do you think I have taken it lightly? Stop shouting."

Feng Chiling cursed: "Crazy!"

Jing Wuyou said in a low voice: "It's only because you howl like this that you're insane."

Feng Chiling continued to curse: "Shut up, you little bastard!"

Jing Wuyou glanced at the white porcelain vase that was broken on the floor, sighed silently, and said: "Aren't you tired all over, you are kind enough to rub me for you and you still scold me, just scolding is fine, it's still messy Throwing things... Hey, will you pay for it?"

Feng Chiling turned her head and scolded: "What do you think? I don't know who did it. It's not bad that I didn't stab you to death, but you still babble all day long."

"..." Jing Wuyou was at a loss for words, "Who is talking all day long?"

After a while, he said again: "It's not that I don't want to be gentle, but my hand strength is just like this. It's innate and I can't change it. Besides, if I strike lightly, it won't have any mitigating effect. You don't understand that my fragrant medicine How fierce."

While saying these words, the tone of voice was slightly raised, and there was an imperceptible smugness in it.

Feng Chiling didn't know what he was proud of, she cursed secretly in her heart, a sudden soreness hit her shoulders, she leaned forward, her mouth was half opened, she almost yelled "Ah", she hurriedly got up from the bed: "Okay, okay, I'm almost healed, you just..."

Suddenly feeling a strong hand on the shoulder, Feng Chiling was pressed heavily by the other party just as she was about to stand up, and a deep voice came from behind: "Don't worry, I haven't wiped your body yet."

Feng Chiling's brows twitched involuntarily, and in a blink of an eye, she caught a glimpse of the steaming wooden barrel full of hot water on the left, and said sharply: "I can do it myself, you get out."

He knew that his poison had been completely removed, and there was only a trace of the medicine effect that made it difficult for him to walk.But looking at Jing Wuyou's appearance, it seems that he must let him take a hot bath before giving up.

And still wash him.

Sure enough, Jing Wuyou smiled intimidatingly, and said without any doubt: "Don't get lost, I'll help you."

Feng Chiling stared at him, and suddenly put the sword on his neck, her smile froze: "Brat, what do you want?"

Jing Wuyou was not afraid in the face of danger, he almost regarded the shoulders on his neck as non-existent, and said: "I just want to help you clean up, there is no other purpose. Do you have any other ideas? Why don't you tell me, maybe I will consider it .”

Feng Chiling suppressed the anger in his heart, calmly withdrew the sword, took a deep breath, and managed to calm down his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Isn't it just a bath, and it's not a woman, what is there to take care of?Wouldn't such a conflict appear to be self-defeating?

Feng Chiling stared at Jing Wuyou with murderous eyes. After a while, the latter raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Have you thought about it?"

Just as Feng Chiling was about to speak, there were footsteps coming from outside the door.Immortal cultivators have sensitive hearing, so they can easily detect it and analyze who it is.

Feng Chiling had met Jing Siyuan several times before, and after learning that he would come here soon, she said to Jing Wuyou expressionlessly: "It's a pity that your brother is here."

This came too timely, this guy was not saved in vain a hundred years ago.

Unexpectedly, Jing Wuyou smiled at him as if he had no scruples: "It's a pity, my brother is very talkative, even if I rape you in front of him, he won't say anything bad. So we should If you wash it, you still have to wash it."

He said the next sentence almost word for word.Feng Chiling's face darkened instantly upon hearing such obscenities.

Jing Wuyou said to himself: "Besides, he is more than 100 years old, and he didn't even accept a concubine. Asking him when he accepts a concubine always has a beginning and an end. If you don't mind, let's help him enlighten him?"

Feng Chiling snorted loudly: "Oh."

·

Outside the door, Jing Siyuan hesitated on the spot, and he drove back the large group of people who were originally following behind.

He said that's what he said, and he really didn't have any prejudice against Duanxiu, but it was really troublesome to say what to say the first time after meeting.

You can't say: "I'm sorry to disturb you, I just came to say hello, don't you mind?"

Then he should be cut to death by his brother.

The cold wind was blowing, Jing Siyuan stood on the spot alone, thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything, suddenly regretted not listening to the little eunuch, and came back after half an hour.

"Wait, there seems to be no sound?"

...Could it be that it's over?

Thinking of this, Jing Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief as well as a sigh, he put his waist in his arms and shook his head, as if he missed something.

All of a sudden, a moderate shout came from the hall, the voice was astringent, and it seemed to be crying: "Can't you be gentle, you choked me, you know."

Then there was the soft voice of his imperial brother: "Well, pay attention next time, turn over now, front or back?"

"I don't understand, which one is less painful?"

"I heard it's the opposite."

"Then the opposite."

"But I want to see your face."

"That's positive."

"But I'm afraid you will hurt."

……

Jing Siyuan: "..."

At this moment, Jing Siyuan's body collapsed into rigidity, like an immovable stone statue.

He swallowed, thinking that it really wasn't the right time, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and scratching his head in embarrassment.

The dignified prince is now like a toddler, he can't even stand firmly, he doesn't know whether to make a sound to stop it or return the same way.

The latter is definitely not possible, his brother Huang who came and went without a trace came with great difficulty, if Jing Siyuan went back now, Jing Wuyou might run away soon.

Of course, the former is not acceptable, unless he wants to die.

Thinking about it, Jing Siyuan's face flushed in the snow, whether it was from anxiety or embarrassment, it was so red that it was about to bleed.He neither stepped forward nor retreated, so he was in a dilemma.

The snowflakes melted as soon as they touched the hot cheeks.

He was still struggling with his brain, but he didn't know that the real situation in the hall at this moment could not be matched with what he had imagined.

Blank mist billowed from the bathtub, and the corners of Feng Chiling's mouth were half drawn. He was submerged in the water, only the part above his shoulders was exposed, and he said those embarrassing words indifferently.

He whispered to Jing Wuyou who was washing his hair with acacia: "His Royal Highness really won't leave."

Jing Wuyou was surprisingly strong when rubbing his shoulders for him, but he was reluctant to use force when washing his hair, and said: "I told you, he looks honest, but he is full of curiosity. He is over 100 years old." He's dead, and he hasn't even decided on a crown princess, as an elder brother, he has the responsibility to enlighten him."

After a pause, he said, "But having said that, it's thanks to you that you can control your voice so well."

Feng Chiling "spit" and ignored him.

Jing Wuyou's eyes froze for a moment on the curvaceous back, and there were a few undetectable ripples in his eyes.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, like falling into an ice cave, Jing Wuyou slightly bent down, put her thin lips next to the jade-like earlobe, her voice was low and dangerous.

He murmured: "It can't be... who has really done this kind of thing with someone, so you are so familiar with it?"