The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

Jiang Yan smiled, looked up, and her smile was as bright as the rising sun: "Brother Zishu, my father has promised our marriage. When the imperial examinations are released, brother Zishu can come to propose marriage on the day when brother Zishu is in high school!"

Zhong Zishu was slightly startled, and then blushed, faltering all over: "Yan... How did Yan'er know that I would go to high school?"

Jiang Yan let go of Zhong Zishu, took his hand instead, and said quietly: "When I entered the palace a few days ago, I heard the conversation between His Majesty and my father. Brother Zishu, this year's No. [-] scholar must be you!"

Zhong Zishu smiled like a spring breeze, and his eyes were full of joy: "Thank you, Yan'er. On the day when the list is released, I...I will go to propose marriage to the Prime Minister."

Jiang Yan also laughed, and grabbed Zhong Zishu, asking him to go shopping with him.

The two gradually drifted away, but Yan Cangming's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were tightly clenched, his nails sank deep into his flesh, and his flesh was bloody.

In the Soul Concentrating Lamp, Xun Li's heart trembled, but Zhong Zishu's heart also trembled slightly.

It's his spirit, yes.

After dissipating, reunion and rebirth, is this the original way?

But it was less than ten years since he passed away.

wrong……

The speed of spiritual growth is not comparable to that of ordinary mortals.

It's no wonder that when people from the God Realm came, they hesitated to speak, telling them not to have too much hope.

No wonder...

"Bang—" He clenched his fist and slammed the thick tree beside him hard. Yan Cangming didn't feel any pain, he only felt that the sky and the earth were spinning.

God, it seems that he really likes to play with him!

"I don't care, Master. Now that I have found it, no matter what means, I want him back." Yan Cangming put the Soul Gathering Lamp back into the storage bag, and strode towards Zhong Zishu in stride.

The soul-gathering lamp emits a strange light in the storage bag, Xunli really wants to tell Yan Cangming that if you don't voluntarily, even if you take people away by force, it will be useless.

What's more, each soul has different attributes.

hard hard...

On the crowded street, Zhong Zishu accompanied Jiang Yan until the night before sending him back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yan Cangming watched them express their love to each other along the way, and gave each other hairpins and purses, and Zhong Zishu clearly had a ring on his left index finger.

All this, why?

Under the moonlight, Zhong Zishu went back to the courtyard alone, first went to the well, brought the bucket back to his home, and started to boil hot water. Just as he unbuttoned his clothes and was about to take a bath, a figure flashed by. The wrist was pinched.

He raised his head hastily, and met a pair of eyes full of pain, and a magnified handsome face that was astonishing.

"Master..." The man called out as if suppressing the extreme pain.

Zhong Zishu's heart throbbed inexplicably. A strange man broke into his home. He should be scared and flustered.

But facing this face, he couldn't get scared, he just smiled lightly, and said: "Young master, my surname is Zhong, and my name is Zishu. I have never accepted an apprentice, so you have admitted the wrong person?"

The smile was as gentle as ever, but in this gentleness, the previous coquettishness was gone, and there was only polite alienation.

Yan Cangming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the corners of his lips trembled for a long time, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He is desperate...

Just like that moment when Xunli died in his arms.

The pain made him almost unable to breathe.

"Young Master, you lost your family?" Zhong Zishu asked cordially.

Yan Cangming nodded, his eyes were painful and hot.

For some reason, seeing these eyes made Zhong Zishu feel very uncomfortable. Subconsciously, he didn't want to see these eyes so sad and hopeless, so he made up a reason that he thought was lame.

"So, I look a lot like your family?"

Yan Cangming nodded again.

Zhong Zishu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, although he himself didn't know why he was so nervous.

"What's your name, young master?" Zhong Zishu took two steps back, turned his back to Yan Cangming, and began to tie up the belt of his clothes.

Yan Cangming stared at his back with burning eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse, and his throat rolled: "Call me Ayan."

After putting on his clothes, Zhong Zishu turned his head and stretched out his hand towards Yan Cangming: "Ayan, follow me."

Without any hesitation, Yan Cangming stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhong Zishu.

The moment his fingers were clasped together, a strange sense of familiarity rose from Zhong Zishu's heart, making him feel a little dazed.

In the main room, a dim light illuminated the entire room.

The two sat down facing each other, Xu Yan Cangming's gaze was too hot, Zhong Zishu was a little restless.

After a long silence, Zhong Zishu spoke first, with a clear voice, and said slowly: "My lord, I have never taken in an apprentice, I am just an ordinary scholar. I live in Lingxi, my parents died when I was young, and I only have a younger sister."

As he spoke, Zhong Zishu lowered his head, his ears turned red, and said, "And, Jiang Yan, my childhood sweetheart fiancee since childhood."

Yan Cangming's heart ached slightly, he picked up a cup of hot tea in front of him with trembling fingers, and drank it down in one gulp.

fiancée……

Master, I have been looking for you for so many years, and the answer you gave me is the three words "fiancée"?

"Ayan..." A soft call brought Yan Cangming back to his senses, and the haze in his eyes disappeared.

Looking up, Zhong Zishu eagerly grabbed his hand and asked, "Ayan, what's wrong with you? Your expression just now..."

Yan Cangming didn't answer, Zhong Zishu said: "Did what I just said remind you of an old friend? If you don't mind, I have some acquaintances in this capital city, so I can help you find them."

Zhong Zishu is not a person who is keen on helping others. After saying this, even he himself was stunned for a while.

what happened?Why would he do such a thing?

To him, this is just a stranger, right?But why is he not afraid, but also vaguely afraid of this person leaving?

Yan Cangming laughed at himself, and just when Zhong Zishu thought that Yan Cangming would refuse, the man responded: "In that case, thank you brother Zishu."

Zishu... brother...

Zhong Zishu quickly withdrew the hand that was on the back of Yan Cangming's hand, feeling inexplicably hot in his heart.

Zhong Zishu stammered a little: "Then... Ayan, can I draw a portrait of him? It would be nice to have a portrait..."

Before he finished speaking, a small wooden figure appeared in Zhong Zishu's palm, which shocked and surprised him.

It's nothing else, this little wooden figure is himself.

The little wooden figure lay quietly in the palm of his hand, but Zhong Zishu felt that it was like a hot potato, so he quickly put it on the table and looked away: "Ah... Ah Yan really knows how to joke..."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Zishu's palms were sweating, and his heart beat frequently, unable to control himself.

What happened to all this?

Zhong Zishu kept asking himself, but no one gave him an answer.

Just at this time, Yan Cangming got up, pinched Zhong Zishu's chin with his fingers unquestionably, and made him turn to look into his eyes. Those dark pupils reflected Zhong Zishu's appearance. Yan Cangming said every word: "Mr. Venerable, take a good look, do you really not know the disciple?"