Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

"Go kill."

Although Qian Bizhong regarded Wei Hanyue as a thorn in his side, he never treated him harshly in terms of expenses. He was only allowed to leave the palace where he was imprisoned, and even Wei Hanyue asked for a pipa.

Originally, there were three gongs and three gongs and three palaces, both serving and monitoring, but Wei Hanyue ordered them to cast the pot blindfolded, and then each of them took a hand knife, and they fell down with a snap of their fingers.

The pipa is bulky and inconvenient to carry when marching, so most of the soldiers have only heard him play the flute or the pipa. Now that the freedom is restricted, it is enjoyable.

The brisk music lingers in the palace surrounded by the forbidden army. It is a "Zhongzhou Minor", which is a little tune that every man, woman, and child in Zhongzhou will hum.

The melody is simple and lively, and it is not difficult to play. It can be played by a national player like Wei Hanyue. Reduced to flying catkins swept by the cold wind in the broken mountains and rivers.

In the dream, it was still "Mo Xiao Farm's Lajiu is pure, and there are plenty of chickens and pigs in the harvest", but when he opened his eyes, it was "one male came with a book, and the second male died in battle".

After Wei Han finished reading a song, he heard that the drum "Dong Dong" quickly rang eighteen times, then immediately slowed down and played another eighteen times. If it repeated three times, a total of one hundred and eight times the drum rang, you knew it was the drum. The timing is up.

The watchman yelled "Be careful with the lights" in a hoarse local accent, Wei Hanyue turned his back to the window and loosened the zipper, and silently removed a pipa string.

The strings of this pipa are made of bird tendons, which are not as delicate as silk, which is the strongest and most powerful, and it also tests the player's skills the most.

When he put the string into his sleeve, he saw the light in front of him go dark, Wei Hanyue's eyebrows froze immediately, he bent his elbow and struck back, and was grasped by the visitor again.

Just when Wei Hanyue thought that the other party was going to kill him, someone picked up the pipa from his lap, and the man had nothing to do except tie his elbows.

Then I heard the person behind me coolly say: "Don't come here without any problems, little drawer."

"It's been six years since I left Feng Guanshan. I don't want you to suddenly become the most popular military adviser in the new dynasty."

Wei Fengyang glanced at the six people lined up on the ground, and at the pipa with only three strings left in his hand, snorted softly and said: "The group of idiots outside listened to your song, but they really didn't even raise their knives." It's not moving."

Wei Hanyue didn't bother to pay attention to it. At noon, he suddenly wanted to bake sweet potatoes by himself, so he made a request. Now two fist-sized sweet potatoes were placed on the table, and he planned to throw them into the charcoal basin without thinking.

"Hey——" Wei Fengyang hurriedly stretched his arms and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Baked sweet potatoes."

"Uh..." Wei Fengyang put down his pipa, took another empty charcoal basin and put sweet potatoes on it, then moved the charcoal ashes in that basin to this side with tongs until the two small sweet potatoes were completely covered by charcoal ashes, then stopped .

When Wei Hanyue saw that he had finished tidying up, he unceremoniously pushed the person away, and sat by the charcoal basin by himself, resting his chin on the charcoal and staring intently at the ashes.

The tongue of the flames was flying, and his amber pupils seemed to be coated with a layer of crystal enamel by the firelight, making the two gray sweet potatoes under the charcoal ashes like jades loved by the gods.

Wei Fengyang didn't feel annoyed when he crossed the river and demolished the bridge, relying on Wei Hanyue's eyes only on sweet potatoes, he stuck his eyes on his face unscrupulously.

"You don't ask how I appear here?"

"Your Highness has great powers, and has his own tricks."

"Aren't you a liar who will be slaughtered honestly, are you not afraid that I will be a hindrance?"

"Your Highness won't be like this," Wei Hanyue said almost firmly, "The destruction of Great Xia is also what His Highness wants."

Wei Fengyang choked, and then chuckled a little self-deprecatingly: "Nonsense, no one wants to become a subjugated slave from a nobleman in heaven."

"Can you eat?"

"hold on."

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Holding the tongs in his hand, Wei Fengyang took out the two chubby potatoes, put them on a black lacquer plate inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and pushed them towards Wei Hanyue.

Wei Hanyue pointed from the air and said, "Peel it off for me."

"Why don't you peel it yourself?"

Wei Hanyue's cheeks reflected the warm orange glow of the lights, like a statue of a gentle god made of fat jade.

He is twenty-three this year, but his face looks the same as it was six years ago. He still maintains the pure and sincere eyes and soft and delicate skin that can be broken by blows and bullets unique to young people. Even the slightest bit of vicissitudes and exhaustion was stained on his face. If the general camp was compared to a desert, he was undoubtedly a mass of soft and delicate fresh snow that was rare in ten thousand years above the oasis.

Xinxue said slowly and confidently: "It's hot and dirty."

"Uh..." Wei Fengyang picked up one with half of its skin peeled off without complaint, and brought the bottom to Little Trouble's lips and said, "Please have a meal."

Wei Hanyue took small sips of the golden, hot, almost transparent sweet potato flesh, feeling sweet, fragrant, soft, and glutinous in his mouth, and smiled contentedly, rolled his eyes, and said politely: "Thank you, Your Highness. "

"Swallow it down, little greedy cat."

-

Wei Hanyue happily finished eating one, and Wei Fengyang was about to peel off the other, when Wei Hanyue wiped his lips with a silk handkerchief and said, "I can't take it anymore, you can eat it."

He never liked these sweet and greasy foods, and seeing Wei Hanyue brushing up the black hair that was hanging behind him, he asked, "Do you want a bun?"

Wei Hanyue immediately let go of his hand and said, "Can your Highness comb a ponytail for me? Like a knight-errant who walks the world with a sword."

Wei Fengyang: "..."

While combing Wei Hanyue's hair like an old mother, he asked casually, "What are you doing in the dark?"

Wei Fengyang moved neatly, Wei Shaoxia stroked the tail of his hair, and tilted his head to show an upside-down smile, his teeth were like eight plump pomegranate seeds closely intertwined.

"Go kill."

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In view of the fact that Xiao Ke's teleportation point is extremely unstable, if he is not careful, a good person will become a dead soul, so Wei Hanyue decided to choose a roundabout way.

Looking at the Yuebai brocade gown on his body, Wei Hanyue patted Wei Fengyang and said, "Your Highness, lend me the clothes."

Before Wei Fengyang reacted, Wei Hanyue's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Falling into the cold palace where the deposed emperor was imprisoned, Wei Hanyue tiptoed to the box, took advantage of the moonlight to choose a suit of narrow-sleeved soap clothes and put them on, and tore off a section of the clothes to cover the face, and then easily avoided the slack and lazy The guard, hiding in the dark night like a cat, flew towards where Qian Bizhong was.

The Nine Layers Palace was as silent as death, and Wei Hanyue raised his toes lightly every time, the sound was so subtle that it could be ignored, and it didn't even disturb any light-sleeping Greedy-tailed Spring.

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Although Qian Bizhong kept peace for a while, he always felt that the peace was weaker than the floating ice in the spring pond——Wei Hanyue was as cunning as a fox, and Xiao Xiaoyigong was determined not to be able to trap him for a long time, and once Mu Yinshen became ruthless, Regardless of the life and death of everyone in the city and forcibly attacking the city, his head will be in jeopardy at that time.

He didn't dare to let the little emperor go back to his bedroom, he just put him on the Luohan couch in the room, and he personally guarded it.

The child was born with a wide heart and a fat body, with a knife on his neck, and he was so frightened that after crying a lot, he was now sound asleep.

But he was thinking hard and couldn't sleep at night. He sat on the tiger head chair with a big horse and a sword, and the two iron walnuts in his palm were "ding ding" softly.

Behind him is a large embroidered flower-and-bird bogut screen, with plain satin as the base, soft but not blind, and two fat quails by the lake stone are pecking at the fallen berries on the ground.

Only hearing the sound of "呲", a small hole was pierced in the quail's black bean-like eye, and a thin and tough pipa string suddenly stabbed towards Qian Bizhong's back heart with a stream of light!

After all, he was a half-life veteran of the army, Qian Bizhong suddenly turned around and slashed, and at the time of life and death, he avoided this almost fatal blow with amazing vigilance and reaction speed!

Clutching his right arm that had been cut open, Qian Bizhong sneered and said to the visitor: "What a Wei Hanyue, the old man underestimated you!"

He wanted to shout out, but when he opened his mouth, he was accurately blocked by an unknown object flying out of nowhere. The earthy smell filled his mouthpiece. It turned out to be half a baked sweet potato, with the unpeeled side stuffed. Into his mouth, he couldn't swallow or spit it out, and he couldn't help feeling nauseated, almost having difficulty breathing.

Qian Bizhong didn't care to remove the foreign object in his mouth, and Dang even wanted to throw the cup to notify the guards outside, but before the cup hit the ground, he was firmly held by one hand, and then his hands were cut backwards, comparable to the tendons of steel wire Strings bound his wrists firmly.

Wei Hanyue tied the strings of the pipa into a hunting knot that became tighter as he struggled to ensure that Qian Bizhong could not break free, then Fang turned his head to look at Wei pulley who was holding a teacup and said, "It's just in time."

"Didn't I come in time?" Wei Fengyang threw away the remaining half of the sweet potato in his hand and said calmly.

Wei Hanyue clicked on the sleeping point of the little emperor on the couch, and before he could answer, Wei Lulu said rather conceitedly: "After more than ten years of practicing the Great Freedom Spreading Wings Art, it is easy to enter this small Zhongzhou, and Mu Yinshen That useless screwdriver can only be used honestly and practically with flying claws, which is very ugly."

Wei Hanyue: "I remember that when you mentioned this exercise last time, it didn't have the prefix of "Great Freedom". "

Wei Lulu: "..."

Isn't this just to find a place in front of this depraved emperor!

The door of the room opened suddenly, and Mu Yin walked in quickly and said, "We only brought ten experts with us, and the guards outside have been dealt with for the time being, and we have to do it as soon as possible before the shift."

Wei Hanyue took a closer look, and there was another person behind him, dressed in the costume of the Great Xia Army, but that appearance...

"Zhou Pingshi?"

Zhou Pingshi was still the same, and when Wei Hanyue called his name, he blushed and said, "I haven't seen you for three years, you..."

"Stop talking about the old days," Wei Lulu said with thorns all over his body when he saw Zhou Pingshi, "how did this old man die?"

At the end of Qian Bizhong's death, he was still screaming with sweet potatoes in his mouth, and his black and blue eyes were staring angrily, as if they were about to be squeezed out of the deep sockets.

Wei Hanyue's eyes shifted to Wei Fengyang, just as the other party also raised his sword and said slowly: "Of course..."

Before the words fell, Wei Hanyue was protected by the other three people in unison, and then there was a wave of blood in the air, and Qian Bizhong's head was lifted in the palm of Wei Fengyang.

He casually took off the square glazed lampshade used for decoration, put the blood-dripping head into it, looked at Wei Hanyue who was blocked by three big men like guarding his cubs, and suddenly had the illusion that he was a big devil who killed people in front of children .

"Uh..." the author said:

"Visit Shanxi Village"

"Stone Trench Officer"

The annotation is to avoid original violations, not because everyone doesn’t know the meaning of these verses (survival desire)