Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

"Let's begin."

After seeing off the difficult Mu Yinshen, Wei Hanyue hadn't buckled the lock hanging on the wooden railing by himself when he heard urgent and heavy footsteps getting closer.

A large bronze-colored hand suddenly appeared in the field of vision. In the palm, there was an uneven, hideous and terrifying old scar. The five fingers were very long, the finger calluses were rough, and the knuckles were like knives. The thumb of the right hand held an ivory falcon head to pull the fingers, and the raptor glared. Wide open, full of wild power.

The visitor clenched his hand tightly with one hand, and the thick iron chain wrapped around the wooden railing and connected to the lock broke with a "clang", and the cold, broken iron rolled to the ground.

Wei Hanyue: "..."

He said helplessly: "Have you practiced your wing-spreading technique for nothing? You can hear footsteps from a long distance away."

Hearing that his Taimiao was set on fire, Wei Lulu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he didn't even care about hiding. He walked all the way panting heavily: "Go back to the Duke's mansion."

Wei Hanyue shook his head and said: "I have committed ten evils. According to the "Guanglong Law", those who have committed treason will be executed regardless of their leader and subordinates. How can I return home?"

Wei Lulu was so angry that his temples twitched and he said: "I'm not that idiot Mu Yinshen, don't you fool me with these polite words... What is the law of Lao Shizi? I only know that without you, this "Guanglong Law" would not even come out Impossible, you are still restrained now!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he said: "Anyway, if you insist on staying here, I will also burn down the Taimiao and go to prison together!"

He looked like a cannonball about to explode, Wei Hanyue only called softly: "猃猲."

The furious Wei pulley seemed to have suddenly cleared his throat with a cup of sweet spring tea, and choked his mouth full of glutinous rice cold cakes sprinkled with osmanthus honey. read.

猃猲, hound also.

Wei Lulu did not call him this name at all. He had no father, mother, or surname. He used to occupy the mountain in Baozhangling, Qianzhou, and was king. He was an out-and-out bandit. Don't dare to stun its edge.

Even though several forces fought for the fat meat of Qianzhou, no one dared to provoke him.

Except for Wei Hanyue.

He tamed 梼杌, gave him the name of his sword, and gave him a name that could not be said to be a nickname or an alias.

This is also the reason why Wei Hanyue ordered him to suppress the bandits - the king of bandits suppressed the bandits, he was easily captured.

He called Wei Lulu a hunting dog, Wei Lulu was not only not angry, but very happy.

Wei Lulu felt that calling him "Wei Lulu" by his first and last name seemed unnatural, so he made an appointment with Wei Hanyue.

As long as Wei Hanyue called him "猃猲", he could ask him to do one thing, and he would say nothing.

And unlimited times.

Naturally, even if Wei Hanyue didn't call him like this, he would have nothing to answer for... It's just for a little intimacy and ambiguous fun, not to mention that Wei Lingjun is familiar with the way of dog training - giving something is beneficial but nothing Why not do it for the sweetness of a harm?

Wei Han called out like this under his eyes, Wei Lulu was suffocated to death, but he could only grit his teeth and say, "But please tell me."

"Stop trying to persuade me to get out of jail."

Wei Lulu's heart was on fire, and his eyes were stained red.

Wei Hanyue turned around and sat back, saying: "You are traveling fast, just go back to the mansion to fetch the quilt and toilet for me, and Mu Yinshen next to me will make arrangements...and come back within a stick of incense, I will reward you here stay overnight."

Wei's potter's wheel broke another short rail, and after a long moment of silence, he stepped outside.

It didn't take long for him to return, but the tall and burly man seemed about to be wept by Wei Hanyue, and he emphasized with red eyes: "I didn't go here just to sleep with you."

"I know," Wei Hanyue also said sternly, "Xiu."

This sound does not contain any interlocking intentions, it is as simple as the intimate whispers between lovers, Wei Lulu's heart of stone will be entangled by this sound, and it will turn into tender fingers.

He had no choice but to follow Wei Hanyue.

-

The Duke's Mansion has its own car, so there is no need for Wei to carry the things all the way with a potter's wheel, just load the boxes into the car and unload them in front of Dali Temple.

The maids and servants in Wei Hanyue's mansion saw that Wei Lulu was so unavoidably panicked, Wei Lulu couldn't explain, so he just told them to stay in the mansion as usual, and not to mess up.

-

Wei Hanyue was holding a hand stove beside him, and watched leisurely as Wei pulley polished the stone bed up and down, and then opened the box to make the bed, and when he was ready, he took out a few soup pots and stuffed them into it .

He also brought Wei Hanyue's pajamas, and even a silk tent to completely block the view from the railing—even though there is only one prisoner living at the other end of this narrow road— No one can spy on Wei Hanyue.

Wei Hanyue changed his clothes and went to bed, but Wei Lulu didn't share the bed with him. The cell was ventilated on all sides, with no sunlight and no earth dragons. The cool night in early spring and February was no joke.

There was a rustling sound outside, Wei pulley lifted the tent and went out, and saw Mu Yinshen standing outside with a charcoal basin in one hand, and unburned red coal was placed in the basin.

He took the charcoal basin with a cold face, and the complaints against Mu Yinshen in his heart were simply too numerous to count—the ninety-five-year-old is rich all over the world, but he can't even protect himself.

Mu Yinshen couldn't help exhorting: "Even though the charcoal has no smoke and dust, he can't smell it, put it on his side, don't face it."

Wei Luolu laughed mockingly: "Use your nonsense."

He went back to the cell without hesitation and locked Mu Yinshen outside.

If you want to stick to it, just stick to it, it's him who is heating Wei Hanyue with charcoal tonight, and he, Mu Yinshen, can only stare outside.

-

Wei Hanyue nestled in the soft cloud quilt and fell into a long dream.

As far back as seven years ago, Daxia Qianzhen was 30 years away from the founding of the country.

-

[Ying cub, wake up, meow, reading cub? 】

Wei Hanyue opened his eyes leisurely, and what he saw was the twisted and tangled spider webs on the peeled-off beams of the house, the colorfully painted algae wells faded, and there seemed to be the shrill screams of night owls in the distance, but in the distance, there was more confusion. The sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra, because it is far away and difficult to distinguish, is like the groan of a person who is like a gossamer.

He propped himself up and sat up, looking around roughly, he knew that he should be in an abandoned palace. The carpets, beds, and furnishings were all covered with thick dust, and the doors and windows were all broken, and the wind was blowing. The ground poured in, like a ghost crying.

He lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body, the plain black narrow-sleeved gown without hips, and it seemed to be wearing a crown on the top of his head, but there was no bronze mirror in the temple.

This system has no original setting, each world is traversed by the host with his own body, but the age and identity are set by the system according to the rules and logic of the world, now Wei Hanyue realizes that his physical condition is higher than that of the previous one. The world has improved a lot, and the sense of burnout that is about to die at any time has disappeared. Presumably, it is because the system is full of energy after completing the task, and the host is energized.

Xiao Ke squatted at his feet like a small tank, and Wei Han asked with his eyes.

[Cub, we are now in the cold palace of a country called Daxia, and your identity is Xiao Sigong who guards the cold palace. 】

-

Wei Hanyue felt it for a while, and there was no lack of any parts. It seemed that his little Sigong was not genuine, but he was just wearing the clothes of a Sigong.

[Then this time is targeting the Great Xia royal family? 】

【no……】

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[Great Xia Guozuo has lasted for nearly 300 years, and its vitality is exhausted, so we can no longer provide energy, so we have to find...the royal family of the new dynasty...]

Wei Hanyue: "..."

Either way.

[Then send it to find the future new emperor. 】

[Okay. 】

However, the sky failed to fulfill the wishes of people, and when Wei Hanyue was about to disappear in place, the door of the palace was suddenly pushed open.

An old Sigong with a trembling gait drooped his eyes, followed by five young Sigongs who were not more than fifteen or sixteen years old. When he saw Wei Hanyue, a faint to fleeting light was torn from the muddy eyeballs of the old Sigong. Said: "You, come with me, His Royal Highness is summoned."

Wei Hanyue: "..."

After thinking about the possibility of disappearing in front of these six people at the same time without causing trouble, Wei Meiren decided to meet this "Prince" who is most likely to be the last heir.

-

Xiao Ke cleverly hid in a dark corner as early as the door opened, covered by fur, so no one noticed.

Wei Hanyue secretly talked with it on the way to the East Palace.

[Xiao Ke, how old am I now? 】

[Meow should be 17 years old. 】

[After dealing with the prince, I will find a chance and we will leave here. You can listen to my signal at any time. 】

【clear! 】

Wei Hanyue raised his eyes and looked up at the palaces and pavilions that seemed to be glued to the golden roof of the endless night sky. He felt that the continuous palaces in front of him were like a dormant sick lion, which could no longer drive the desperate dynasty to regroup.

Sure enough, the sun was setting, and even the center of power was filled with a thick sense of death.

He lowered his head silently, and Qiao Shiguan also leaned forward slightly following this movement.Speaking of which, since he woke up, he always felt a little itchy on the top of his head, but he had no mirror to look at, and he was wearing a crown, so he had to leave it for later.

A group of people entered the East Palace, and there was a lazy, out-of-pitched music from a distance. With Wei Hanyue's melodic attainments, he could barely distinguish that it was "Yushu Houting Flower". It is the sound of Pushang, and because of the musicians' loose attitude and unfamiliar skills, it becomes more and more unsightly, and it almost sounds like a devastation to the soul.

His Royal Highness could endure such absurd performance, either because of his fortitude, or because he is more absurd than this music.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong and choking smell of alcohol. The precious Jiuxia cup should be poured into the throat like a cow drinking, so that the air was so strong.

If Wei Hanyue pours a cup like this, he almost wants to get drunk in such a pungent smell of alcohol.

No wonder the musicians didn't care. Even if Wei Hanyue took the position of a certain musician at this time, it would be difficult for the drunken prince to tell the difference.

The young Daxia prince Wei Fengyang was leaning on the Arhat couch. The Daxia royal family originally came from the Northwest to rule the Central Plains, so he was also born with a high nose and deep eyes, with a rather exotic appearance.

The old Sigong staggered back after bringing him there, Wei Fengyang raised a pair of drunken eyes and glanced at the six young Sigongs, then pointed to the six swords lined up on the ground and said, "Let's begin."

Wei Hanyue was still confused, but Xiao Sigong beside him picked up his sword and stabbed at him!

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