Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

Simply shameless!

Wei Hanyue looked at Gu Quer with a smile and said, "I should say goodbye, thank you for being with me today."

Before Gu Qu'er could think about it, he said, "I'll see you off."

Wei Hanyue was a little surprised, but still nodded in agreement.

When the plaque of Luojinlou appeared in front of his eyes, Gu Quer's mind went blank for a moment.

"I'm here, you should go home soon."

Seeing that Wei Hanyue was about to leave, Gu Quer hurriedly asked, "Do you live here?"

"Yes," Wei Hanyue admitted, seeing Gu Quer's expression changed, his complexion also faded, and he stared down at the little raccoon slave, as if he didn't want to look at him anymore, and said, "You look down on the musician?"

"No such intention." Gu Quer hastily denied.

Wei Hanyue took off his cloak and stuffed it into his arms, Gu Quer frantically tried to push it to him and said, "Put it on, it's been very cold these two days."

"You don't get paid for nothing," Wei Hanyue didn't answer. Seeing Gu Qu'er's look of bewilderment, the young man thought for a while, took off the golden snow willow on his lapel and handed it to his palm, "Thank you."

The small golden thread silk flower was lying in the palm of the hand, and Gu Qu'er hurriedly pinned it to his lapel like a model, for fear that he would break it with his clumsy hands.

"May I ask... your name?"

Wei Hanyue pinched the furry cheeks of the little raccoon slave: "My name is Ayue."

"Which reading?" Gu Qu'er knew that it would be presumptuous for him to ask the bottom line, but he couldn't hold back.

Wei Hanyue tilted his head to look at his embarrassed expression, and suddenly grabbed his left hand. Before Gu Qu'er could recover, he was shocked by the cold touch.

The young man could have dismissed this reckless man with the three words "Menduiyue", but for some reason he didn't do so perfunctorily.

Instead, she had to slide Liang Sisi's fingertips across his generous palm, and write the word "read" stroke by stroke.

As if an ice cube the size of acacia was swimming up and down the skin, the back of Gu Quer's neck was numb, and the ends of every meridian in his body were trembling crazily.

After finishing writing, Wei Hanyue saw him staring at his palm in a daze, without saying a word, and walked into the Luojin building lightly and gracefully.

The new emperor was left in the cold wind, staring at the palm of his hand as if he had lost his soul.

-

This world didn't set Wei Hanyue's biological parents, he grew up in this Luojin building as long as he could remember.

The current shopkeeper, Wei Huailu, was also a well-known leader in Hengdu when he was young, and as he got older, he took over the old shopkeeper's shift.

She treated the people in the building very well, especially Wei Hanyue, who almost regarded her as her own. When Wei Hanyue was a child, he stepped into the gate of hell several times. If you ask for medicine, I'm afraid he will die early.

Luojin Building can't do dirty things that force people to perform. The famous musicians in the building are all voluntary to make a living by performing arts. As for Wei Hanyue...

He only needs to sit upstairs and play the piano or play the pipa, and tens of thousands of people will flock to him downstairs and spend a lot of money, why not do it?

-

Wei Hanyue stepped up the wooden stairs and stepped into the Moon Palace, which was still called "Choice Moon Pavilion" at that time, kicked his brocade boots and threw himself on his back into the carved beech bed.

With a sound of "咻", Mr. Xiao Lang fell into a thick brocade quilt, like a fluffy little raccoon slave caught in a soft cloud.

【Meow meow meow! 】

【What, is there any progress? 】

【25%! 】

【…】

-

Gu Qu'er returned to the palace in a daze, Zhang Gong thought that the new emperor would go to bed as usual, but unexpectedly he hesitated for a while, and walked to the bedroom and study.

Zhang Gong glanced at Lianhualou: It's already been two quarters of the ugly, and in about an hour it will be the third anniversary of the late emperor's death. The emperor must go to the emperor's mausoleum to visit the mausoleum and lay the soil in person. If he doesn't rest now, he may not be able to sleep for days .

Gu Qu'er sat blankly behind the court case, Zhang Gong brought Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots, but the emperor glanced at them and didn't drink them, he just ordered: "Change to an ordinary one, make it steeper."

Zhang Gong couldn't help being speechless, and when he picked up the tea tray, he suddenly saw the golden snow willow on the lapel of the emperor's clothes, a soft and fragile flower, which was incompatible with the emperor's life-threatening, ruthless and decisive temperament.

"Uh..." Zhang Gong used to serve the late emperor. After Gu Qu'er was registered as the crown prince when he was ten years old, he was directed by the late emperor to go to the East Palace.

Now ten years of Spring and Autumn passed away in a hurry, Zhang Gong looked at him coldly, and felt that the Lord of the world was born lacking in seven emotions and six desires, and probably he would never love or hate others for his whole life.

Hundreds of years later, the heirs of his cousin, Princess Minde, will inherit the Great Order, which has long been a tacit consensus on the ambitions of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Therefore, there is no courtier who worries about the emperor's age and weak crown but has not yet reorganized his family, so he is left to be a loner.

But tonight, this golden snow willow overturned Zhang Gong's previous prediction.

The Jiaofang Palace, which has been vacant for many years... Will it really welcome its owner?

-

Gu Qu'er took a Zihao brush with tortoiseshell engraving and carved money pattern, and was about to review the memorial, but suddenly realized something, and changed his right hand to hold the pen.

Zhang Gong put down the teacup, feeling confused again.

The emperor can write freely with both hands, but he is only left-handed. It seems abnormal to change hands for no reason at this moment, but Zhang Gong naturally did not expect it. The reason behind it is that a young gentleman wrote his name in the left palm .

-

Gu Qu'er looked like he was dealing with government affairs, but in reality he was still out of his mind.

The golden willow on the lapels seemed to be poured with tung oil in a ball of blazing flames, so hot that he couldn't even hold the pen steadily. When he came back to his senses, there was an entire sheet of vermilion "reading" written on the plain silk memorabilia.

Gu Quer: "..."

The color of cinnabar is similar to that of fresh blood, and it is easy to make people have ominous associations. Gu Quer hurriedly threw the memorabilia into the charcoal basin, watching the tongue of fire lick up the thin piece like a cicada's wing.

"This proposal is not good," he said in a low voice, "the order will be re-drafted as a prisoner."

Zhang Gong: "Yes."

The old middleman often shouted in his heart: You don't know if it's good without even watching it? !

Gu Qu'er opened another book, which was requested by the Ministry of Punishment, saying that a 13-year-old boy took the life of his adoptive father and asked the emperor to rule.

According to his consistent style of governing the country, this young man must be exiled at the very least, but the pen is hanging above it, but it is difficult to let it fall.

Wei Hanyue's little face turned pale from the cold while holding the crane cloak is vivid in his memory, Gu Qu'er was silent for a while, and finished writing.

"Three years, get tattooed."

-

By the time Gu Qu'er finished dealing with the affairs of the late emperor's death, it had been seven days since he said goodbye to Wei Hanyue.

The continuous spinning made Gu Qu'er physically and mentally exhausted, but he only cared about taking a bath and changing clothes before riding his horse to Luojinlou.

He didn't intend to take the liberty of bothering Wei Hanyue, he thought about it for a long time... Gu Quer turned and entered from the backyard wall of Luojin Building.

Going over the wall is not an act of a gentleman in any sense. His Majesty the Emperor, who has received 20 years of Confucian orthodox education, used his profound martial arts attainments in this crooked way, avoiding dozens of guards like ghosts, When looking at the window on the third floor of Picking Moon Pavilion from a distance, his dark wheat-colored face was very embarrassing.

When the candlelight cast a thin figure on the window screen, Gu Quer immediately held his breath.

Wei Hanyue hadn't gone to bed yet, holding the pipa casually, making out a few strings of notes, humming along with the music subconsciously.

In order to take care of his body, Wei Huailu spent huge sums of money to burn the earth dragon for the Moon Pavilion. At this moment, the young man's cheeks were blush from the heat, but it was a pity that Gu Qu'er downstairs couldn't see him, so he could only stare blankly. Wei Hanyue's side face focused on his small and slightly raised upper lip.

He couldn't hear Wei Hanyue's singing, and his thirst became more and more unbearable. The upper and lower lips seemed to hold the tip of his defenseless heart, which made his heart itchy like an ant. It was obvious that the force was extremely light, but he was reluctant to break free.

No matter how long Wei Han read the bombs, he stared at them stupidly.

After putting down the pipa, Wei Hanyue took the small porcelain bottle with ice plum pattern and gold painting on the table, took the swelling-reducing ointment in the bottle and applied it thickly on the ten fingers, while smearing, pouting his mouth slightly, blowing gently on the red, swollen and hot His fingertips looked obedient, delicate...and cute.

Gu Qu'er felt that the cool air seemed to be blowing in his chest, and his heart was itchy and trembling.

He was thinking a little madly... Wei Hanyue couldn't escape.

-

Thinking back, facing Wei Hanyue's restless eyebrows, Gu Qu'er only felt that his teeth were overwhelmed and made a "squeak" sound due to excessive clenching.

"Ah Yue, what do you think about Cen Huai's compensation...?"

"In what name does Your Majesty intervene in my private affairs? The monarch of the Great Zhou? Or... my former guest?"

"I……"

The fast-running carriage gradually stopped, Yan Mingtuan knocked on the wall of the carriage unhurriedly and said: "My lord, Your Majesty, the inn has arrived."

Although Gu Qu'er didn't mind that the whole Dazhou knew about his chasing after thousands of miles, it was hard to explain Wei Hanyue's sudden disappearance. Read what you want, so keep it a secret all the way, just say that you are sick and don't go to court.

Fortunately, Dazhou did not emphasize agriculture and suppress business. There are many inns in the more prosperous prefectures and counties. Some inns are several times more comfortable and luxurious than official inns.

Wei Hanyue's skirt was torn by Gu Quer, so it was impossible to go on like this. Gu Quer knew he was wrong, so he consciously tore off his belt and tied it on him. Fortunately, the belt was only decorated with brocade robes Potency, even without it, doesn't look disheveled.

Wei Hanyue loses weight easily when the weather turns cold. He is already so thin that he suffers from the torment of autumn and winter every year, and only a handful of weak bones remain.

When Gu Quer tied the belt for him, he tied the double-ear knot that he had specially learned for him before, and the "ears" were almost as long as the rest of the hanging part.

Gu Quer actually noticed something when he saw him today, and now that he has the real comparison, he is more and more sure that Wei Hanyue is really clear again, and for a moment he wanted to wipe Cen Huaichou's neck with his sword, and question him before killing him Did you abuse your own baby bump?

The crow-colored belt is tied on the tea-white silk skirt, like a section of pitch-black tentacles of an alien animal wrapping around the beauty's snow-white and flexible waist, or a ladle of thick ink splashed on the wings of a swan, creating a mysterious and chaotic confinement feel.

After tidying up Wei Hanyue, Gu Qu'er can comb his bun again and put on his hair crown. After all, Mr. Wei is not an uncivilized barbarian, and his unicorn scarlet gold crown is intact.

However, Gu Qu'er is a wolf king who has been deprived of his lover and is currently in a state of full vigilance and covered in thorns. He discarded the hair crown and picked up the flat blue tie on the seat—just doing his duty Responsibility rings around Wei Hanyue's waist—tie up his messy long hair.

After tying it up, the sharpness in the corners of Gu Quer's brows and eyes and the jealousy in the carriage faded obviously. The man looked full of complacency, regardless of how ambiguous, even... lewd, he looked with his hair tied up with a crony.

Wei Hanyue: "..."

Simply shameless!

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