Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

Attached to Wei Fengyang's episode

Zhou Pingshi knew that he had some psychic abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people, but reincarnation was too mysterious. Zhou Pingshi only felt that it was difficult to straighten out the complicated thoughts in his heart, so he just followed the trend and said, "Then why don't you wait until the end of your life..."

Wei Hanyue shook his head and laughed, "Naturally, I don't have the good fortune to die, or... once I die, I will lose the chance of a new life forever."

Zhou Pingshi came to a dead end under Wei Hanyue's few words, as if his only choice was to let Wei Hanyue die in late autumn a few months later.

No matter how hard he opened his mouth, he just grabbed Wei Hanyue's sleeve like a drowning man hugging driftwood, and Wei Hanyue looked up at Langyue again and said, "The moonlight is beautiful, you can go back to your heart's content, and if I don't go back to Dali again Temple, I'm afraid the palace will be turned upside down."

He pinched the little raccoon slave's tail.

But in an instant, Zhou Pingshi was the only one sitting on the ridge facing the moon alone, his five fingers held empty, only a wisp of wintersweet fragrance from Wei Hanyue's sleeves at the fingertips, which showed that he had been with himself Enjoyed the same round of bright moon together.

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The first ray of autumn wind came faster than expected, rolling down the dead leaves, adding a bit of desolation to the carved beams and painted buildings of Miyagi.

Wei Hanyue gradually got used to the life in the prison, Mu Yinshen was quite critical of this gloomy Dali Temple, and always felt that Wei Hanyue would catch cold here, so Baba went to the mountains to hunt for a black man with no hairs Fox came and made a mattress for Wei Hanyue, lest he could not bear the coldness of the stone bed.

Not to mention food, even when he was trekking and marching, he couldn't bear Wei Hanyue's stomach being treated harshly, so he seized every opportunity to cook for him, and now he can't wait to leave political affairs behind and spend the whole day in the small kitchen of Beichen Hall.

Later, he went to great lengths to demolish the railings to build walls and install doors for the cell, so Wei Hanyue sometimes couldn't even tell whether it was a prison for punishing people or a guest house for raising people.

The good news is that since he resigned from his official position and title, the progress bar has been advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it stagnated at 95% on the summer solstice.

Now it's the Bailu solar term, and the people around almost put the word "nervous" on their heads, and even Hu Jiangli comes to greet him every now and then, for fear that something will happen to Wei Hanyue, and his family will have to follow him Huang Quan.

On this day Mu Yinshen accompanied Wei Hanyue after lunch and left. Hu Jiangli came to accompany Wei Hanyue and asked him if there was any lack of hospitality. Wei Hanyue stroked Xiao Ke's tail and suddenly whispered Tell him a few words.

Hu Jiangli was almost terrified by the meaning of his words, and begged for mercy with a sad face, "Lingjun, there are eighty old mothers in the lower officials..."

"Young poor," Wei Hanyue said indifferently, "If you do what I say today, I can keep your family safe and sound. If you don't listen to me, next year today... I will wait for your son to come and serve you a stick It's fragrant."

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At the beginning of the unitary period, Wei Hanyue raised his eyes to look at Mu Yinshen, who entered the room with a dark-flowered monk's hat pot, and asked, "Is it pear pulp?"

Seeing his shining pupils, Mu Yin couldn't hide his longing, so he couldn't help but soften his voice and said: "Yes, according to what you said, Ziyun Yingmi was put aside."

Wei Hanyue then asked, "Can I add ice?"

Mu Yin knew that he was greedy, but he couldn't let him do whatever he wanted, so he said, "I only added a little."

Wei Hanyue was obviously disappointed, and took a sip from the melon-shaped cup with flower ears. Although it was cool, it was not enjoyable enough.

However, his fingertips were also red due to the cold, Mu Yinshen was tidying up the clothes he changed yesterday, seeing this, he quickly held the jade cup with his right hand and fed it to him, and wrapped his left hand around Wei Hanyue His ten fingertips kept him warm.

After finishing a drink, Wei Hanyue suddenly said, "I want to go out."

For nearly half a year, he has been staying in this prison unwaveringly. His skin, which was originally like snow jade, became weaker and paler due to the lack of sunlight. Mu Yin wished to take off the sun and hang it in the cell.

Today he took the initiative to go out, Mu Yinshen was naturally overjoyed, hurriedly put on the trousers for him, and when he knelt down on one knee to change the soft satin boots for him, he lowered his head and gently kissed the soft and greasy instep.

The skin of Wei Hanyue's feet was thin and translucent, even with such a gentle force, there was still a slight red mark there, like a petal of a half-ripe plum blossom.

The scorching temperature of the man's lips made Wei Hanyue's feet shrink back uncomfortably, and the plum petals fluttered vividly.

Mu Yinshen almost didn't want to go out.

After straightening out the hem of his clothes, Wei Hanyue stretched out his arms and said, "Hug."

When he acted like a baby all of a sudden, Mu Yinshen's cold and hard heart seemed to be soaked in hot springs, and instantly softened into tenderness around his fingers. He carried him up horizontally according to the words, and couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him. Invisible little flowers on top of hair.

Then he received a palm from Wei Lingjun.

After being beaten deeply, Mu Yin still said with a bit of embarrassment, "Ah Yue, your little flower is really cute."

Wei Hanyue: "Hurry up and get the horse, and take me to Fengguan Mountain to enjoy the scenery."

When the two got on the horse, Mu Yinshen saw that Wei Hanyue had put a flower-glazed poetry pot and two sapphire cups into the bag beside him, so he asked, "This is it?"

"Wine."

Mu Yin hesitated after hearing the words: "Will drinking and riding a horse..."

Wei Hanyue gave him an elbow and said, "I didn't intend to give you a drink."

Mu Yinshen was reprimanded and couldn't stop talking. He rode his horse and chattered like an old woman: "The wind and sand in the mountains are heavy. If you want to drink, your stomach..."

"To shut up."

"This pot is a bit heavy, why not change it to a lighter one? Is it enough for a drink?"

"Brother Ah Shen, you are really noisy."

"Uh……"

"Why is your face so red?"

"Well……"--

Don't go for years, the scenery of Fengguan Mountain is still the same, Wei Hanyue and Mu Yinshen got off the horse, crossed their fingers and walked in the mountains, unknowingly they passed the maple tree that Wei Fengyang had passed by before. Tree.

The maple leaves were not yet fully red, but Wei Hanyue pointed to the maple tree and said, "I want to go up to enjoy the moon."

Mu Yinshen naturally followed him, picked him up and flew up with a little help.

The two sat on a very thick branch, Wei Hanyue signaled Mu Yinshen to untie his bag, poured two cups, and handed one of them to Mu Yinshen.

He didn't drink, and Mu Yinshen naturally didn't know how to drink either. He just hugged his shoulder affectionately and listened to him talking: "Six years ago, Wei Fengyang also brought me here."

"At that time, he was sitting on a tree, and I asked him to come down to pick flowers for me. While he was picking flowers, I jumped off the edge... and then I met you."

When he heard about jumping off a cliff, Mu Yinshen tightened his hand suddenly, as if afraid of the cliff that was so close in front of him.

Then I heard Wei Hanyue continue: "I once watched a play in which the emperor's favorite concubine had an affair with the prince. Ben kept the poisoned wine for himself, but the prince quietly changed the cups of the two, and finally died in the arms of the beloved concubine."

After finishing speaking, he took the flower-glazed poetry pot in Mu Yinshen's hand, motioned him to look at the small hole at the bottom of the handle, and smiled almost playfully in the man's suddenly changed face, as if what he delivered was not a matter of life and death. With no choice, he said leisurely: "Mu Yinshen, you choose one of these two glasses of wine."

There is a half chance of killing the one you love with your own hands...

Naturally, Mu Yinshen strongly resisted, and threw the porcelain pot down the tree. It fell apart with a "Ding Ling", and poured out the wine in the two jade cups.

When Wei Hanyue made him make such a cruel choice, he still maintained an innocent and innocent smile. The ominous premonition in Mu Yinshen's heart became stronger and stronger, his heart was rampaging in his chest, and the sound of drumming made his eardrums hurt sharply.

Under Mu Yin's deeply disturbed gaze, Wei Hanyue slowly leaned his head against the man's chest, dripping black blood began to drip from his teeth, he coughed softly, and then gradually became more severe.

Mu Yinshen was trembling all over, I don't know if it was caused by Wei Hanyue's cough...or he was frightened to this point.

He stretched out his hand to pick it up like he lost his soul, and his palm was almost festered by the hot blood that was like a shower. He murmured at a loss: "Why, I clearly, clearly did not choose...Why is it like this..."

Wei Hanyue said softly: "Because...it's "a long sleep"..."

"And you loosen your collar, keep your clothes wide, and brush your teeth at the ends of your sleeves, and I will wait for you to endure and sleep for a long time..."

According to legend, a hundred years ago, there was a pair of lovers, because they were not tolerated by the world, so they agreed to die in love. The woman was good at making poison, but she refused to take Hedinghong, which was sealed with blood.

Instead, he made a new poison for himself and his lover that would not be poisoned immediately after taking it, but would take three hours to take effect, leaving enough time for the two to talk to each other and have a good time before they died.

For a moment of greed and joy, life and death cuddle together, so it is called "a moment of sleep".

——The libretto in the drama is used to name a kind of poison.

Long before the two of them entered the mountain... long before Mu Yinshen served pear juice, Wei Hanyue had already prepared for this moment.

"Ah Yue..." Mu Yin said with great composure, "Let's, let's go back to the palace right away, the imperial doctor will detoxify you..."

But how can there be time?Mu Yin was so trembling that he could hardly hug Wei Hanyue, looking at Wei Hanyue's closed eyes, his flesh and blood seemed to be chilled by the piercing night wind in the mountains.

Consciousness was gradually withdrawn, and Wei Hanyue couldn't tell what year, month, and where he was now, and he muttered in a low voice like a dream: "It's a bit cold...Cen Huaichou, I want to eat crab stuffed with oranges, not fat, More sugar and vinegar..."

Mu Yinshen didn't know who Cen Huaichou was, but felt his mind was blank. At the moment when Wei Hanyue's heart stopped beating, countless chaotic memory fragments flooded into his mind, and the sea of ​​consciousness was shattered like a knife blade, causing unbearable pain.

Wei Hanyue's slender wrists hung softly on his knees, and Mu Yinshen held them up in despair, as if he was in Wan County again - he lost his love forever before the first spring rain in the first year of Dingduan, Holding the other party's bloody wrist, the pain was so painful that his heart turned to ashes.

But tonight, the puppy was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, and was left by the owner without any attachment.

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"Drip-drip-"

[Zi Zai Zai, something is wrong, meow! 】

【What's wrong?Isn't it 100%? 】

[Yes...but after you died, the small world suddenly collapsed...I used the stored energy to recall your body before it collapsed, but in this way I had to sleep, woo, I don't know when the next world will be To see you again...]

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Wei Hanyue's sixth sense told him that the situation was far more than that.

[Aside from losing contact with you, what are the consequences of the collapse? 】

[There will be punishment... Even if I end the hibernation, I won't be able to get the progress bar, so I won't be able to indicate who is the task target, and there is no monitoring function, and your physical condition may deteriorate... But as long as the next The world is successfully completed, and the punishment for the collapse of this world will disappear. Don't worry about the waste of effort in these two worlds! 】

The matter has come to this point, Wei Hanyue can only accept it.

[Then let's go. 】

[Okay!When the cub wakes up, he won’t be able to see me, I will miss you, my cub—]

The lights and shadows on all sides changed rapidly, Wei Hanyue seemed to be falling rapidly from mid-air, and the feeling of weightlessness invaded his whole body.

——The following Wei Fengyang No.1 is called Fanwai, free to read——

When I was born, Da Xia was already at the end of the day.

My mother died of illness when I was three years old. My nominal father knew that I was not his own son, but the product of my mother's secret marriage with her lover before she came out of the cabinet, but he still established me as the prince.

He doesn't care about political affairs, he plays and has fun with his concubines in the harem all day long, leaving me to fend for myself in the East Palace.

And I was originally a qualified prince. I practiced civil and martial arts every day, worked tirelessly, and dreamed of imitating Guangwu Zhongxing's dream-to be crowned a great treasure one day, and save this wine-eaten dynasty from the brink of death.

But for many years, in all my dreams, there are only blood, corpses everywhere, and myself who is constantly slaughtering. This is completely different from the image of the future sage I have always shown others.

When I was 16 years old, there was a flood in Songzhou, and the emperor sent me to relieve the disaster. I rushed there with a heart full of charity, and personally waded in the flood that covered my waist for two days and two nights. The people send it to high places.

I knocked on the gate of the State Shepherd's Mansion several times and ordered them to send someone to rescue people with me, but all I got was hypocrisy.

So I put the emperor's sword on Zhou Mu's neck, forcing him to ask people to build dams, block holes, widen rivers, salvage floating corpses, and transfer people...

Finally, I hoped that the rainstorm would stop and the flood would recede, but the money and food from the imperial court for disaster relief had not arrived. After waiting for another two months in Songzhou, I knew it would be too late.

After being stripped layer by layer, what was sent to the people of Songzhou did not have a grain of rice or a penny.

I finally understood that Daxia had long been a towering ancient tree rotted from its roots, and that beetles were not only spread all over the court of Zhongzhou, but from Zhongzhou to the north and south, wherever there were bureaucrats, there were people weeping.

Nothing can be broken, nothing can be established, step by step, and cleaning up the court situation is by no means a good recipe, so I came up with another idea.

——It’s better to completely destroy this dying dynasty.

At this moment, there are no people in my heart, and I am not for the benefit of destroying and then rebirth, only for destroying.

The destructive desire that a crown prince should never have crushed the mask of benevolence that I had worn for 20 years in my mind.

Maybe the person in the dream is the real me.

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I have to drag the emperor from the throne room.

I started to appear ostentatious, secretly cultivating power, and although the emperor was licentious and immoral, he attached great importance to the power in his hands, so it was too urgent to seize power, so I had to be patient and slowly figure it out.

The king loses his virtue, and the life in the palace is also sad. I know that some palace officials secretly took away the gold and silver and fled, but they just pretended to be kept in the dark.

I don't need anyone to wait on me. As for the emperor, it's better for him to go to the ground earlier.

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On this day, I still send people to play music, and the tune is hoarse and mocking, not at the level of the court.

According to the behavior of a subjugated king, I ordered an old eunuch to find six young ministers who have not yet been weakly crowned for No. 12 to compete with me. I thought this time would not compare with the previous eleven times. make any difference.

But the little Simong on the far left...is so handsome that I can't help but pay attention.

Qiao Shiguan covered most of his face, and he turned sideways to face me, so I don't know what he looks like, but he is taller than others, but slender, and his shoulders are also smaller than others The few were taller and straighter, not like the servants in the palace who are used to nodding and bowing all the year round, but like a young man in a palace uniform.

The life as boring as stagnant water suddenly had some ripples. With a little despicable thought, I let everyone in the hall go, and only ordered him to come forward. He seemed to disdain even pretending, and didn't salute me, like a proud bird little swan.

This is not the attitude that Xiao Sigong should have. He said that his name is Xiao Zizi, but I think he should be called a little liar.

With this cute little man, I don't even want to sleep. I know that he probably doesn't want to stay here, so the eyes he looks at me are also cold, full of little calculations.

The cunning man's crown looked very heavy, so as not to crush his slender neck, I couldn't resist asking him to take off the crown - then I saw the flickering, limp flower on the top of his head. cute little flowers.

I immediately looked away.

The appearance is enough to attract people, how can it be more attractive.

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I abhor any skin-to-skin contact with other people, so I never imagined that I would ride with others, but I had an almost instinctive ease when I pulled him on the horse.

The little liar was born with thin skin and tender flesh, and he looked pampered, but he didn't have much flesh on his body, and his waist was narrower than a kitten's, so narrow that I didn't dare to whip and speed up—what if he was broken good?

I don't have any particular preference for the scenery of Fengguan Mountain, but I just took him out to get some air because I saw the little liar was very bored.

I sat on the tree, and the little liar didn't even notice that I was looking at him.

I don't like admiring the moon, it's cold, how can there be a little liar who is lively and beautiful.

The little liar suddenly turned his head. I twisted my neck in the blink of an eye and pretended to be concentrating on watching the moon, but he told me to pick flowers.

Just pick it as you go, and I don't know what's so special about that little wild flower, so I got his blue eyes—isn't the one on his head pretty enough?

But I really didn't expect that such a high cliff, the little liar can jump whenever he wants.

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I know he can't die.

But it was like being caught by an evil spirit, the cliff of Fengguan Mountain appeared in my dreams every night, and that little liar who fell into the abyss like a white crane.

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The emperor finally died.

I chose to force the palace on the day when Qian Bizhong's soldiers approached the city, and let the two battalions of the forbidden army kill each other, almost exhausting the available defenses of the palace city. That old thing really captured Zhongzhou impatiently like a jackal smelling of meat.

But I know that he doesn't have the guts to be an emperor, nor does he have the ability to govern the country. He chose my young and cowardly brother to sit on the dragon chair, and he is busy fighting with the party - except that he is not close to women, he seems to be no different from the dead emperor difference.

Zhu Ruiming's death is indeed worthy of regret. He was a loyal minister and a good general, but Zhu Ruiming is the only one in this majestic Great Xia, making this Great Xia that should have perished long ago linger on, so I sent him to die went.

I shouldn't have tolerated it, he could have died in the confrontation between the two armies, and died in the natural disaster on the way to rescue Zhongzhou, but he shouldn't have died by my sword.

It can be seen that when I saw him, I just got out of the nightmare. In the dream, the little liar was hiding under the cliff and weeping, screaming for pain while crying. I wanted to find him, but I was tightly bound by the maple branches, and I couldn’t move half an inch. no.

After waking up with a splitting headache, I just wanted to end it all in the fastest way.

And when I saw Zhu Ruiming's description of death without regret, my heart was not touched at all... I also became a cruel and bloodthirsty person—or, I was a cruel and bloodthirsty person, controlled by a strong and distorted desire to destroy monster.

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Naturally, Qian Bizhong couldn't be the only one in such a big country, so it's quite interesting that the coach is said to be a brat.

Maybe Mu Yinshen really has some skills, but the military adviser who can convince Mu Yinshen and take the name of the country is obviously more valuable.

A few small ministers whispered to each other, saying that Mr. Wei, who exchanged himself for the people of a city, was as beautiful as a god, but I didn't take it seriously - no matter what kind of god he came to the world, he would not look better than a little liar.

I originally went to meet with the intention of discussing cooperation, but I could hear the sound of the pipa from a distance. The bones of the guards and soldiers on the outer and outer layers were all crisp.

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I entered through the window with a blank expression, thinking for a moment that I was falling into a deep dream again.

Otherwise, how could I have met the little liar again?

It turns out that the so-called "fairy-like" Mr. is talking about a little liar.

It's not enough to look attractive, but playing the pipa is also attractive, as thin as a kitten, and dare to enter the dragon's pond and tiger's lair alone...

How dare he single-handedly kill Qian Bizhong.

When he disappeared out of thin air again, I thought it was just waking up from a dream, but I still walked towards Qian Bizhong's residence with enough breath, just happened to run into the old man who wanted to ask for help.

If you want to call someone to catch the little liar, don't be too whimsical.

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There are so many people coveting the little liar, I saw three that night, but none of them were worthy of him.

me too.

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I finally entrusted Jiangshan on the Yingtianmen tower, as if I had completed a glorious mission worthy of being famous in history.

But I didn't feel satisfied at all—I even had the bloody thought of killing all the people on the tower at that time, leaving only me and the little liar.

But the little liar won't be happy with me doing this.

He didn't like me, sadly, he didn't even dislike me. I was an insignificant passerby who didn't even have the qualifications to be a dog by his side.

There is no one in the world who does not love him, and if I continue to steal my life, I will become the dust in his eyes that makes him uncomfortable because of my status as the last pinch of ashes in the Great Xia.

I originally wanted to ask for a kiss, but in the end I just hugged him, the only person I couldn't let go of when I had no reason to live in this world anymore.

He is also the only one I have ever loved in my life, the one I will never forget, and the one I fell in love with at first sight.

The author says:

Note: "The Peony Pavilion·Amazing Dream"

Be forewarned: there will be a pair of "bg" from the "previous generation" in the next world. Except for the first scene of the scene, the two act "alone".

Another: There will be villains and there will be more than one, but Yue Zai will not feel aggrieved, let alone feel miserable.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!