I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Huai paused: "What do you remember?"

Yan Zhuo was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the crowded street market, where strange monsters passed him by, and he was standing side by side with Rong Huai in the street market, but he was indifferent to the people or things around him. Put it all on those around you.

Rong Huai picked up a red Nuo mask and put it on for him, then looked up at him, pursed his lips and smiled: "It's very suitable."

That face was jade white and flawless, and the sky filled with fireworks fell into those water eyes like blooming flowers, like rippling stars and rivers, the brilliance of the moon, the brilliance flowing, it was unbelievably beautiful.

But this picture only flashed in his mind for a moment.

"What... did you remember?" Rong Huai grabbed his sleeve and asked, just as the image flashed in Yan Zhuo's mind, it disappeared in a flash. The burning pain in the dirty sea was like a magma eruption. Frowning: "There is a street market...but you can't see clearly from behind."

The anticipation in Rong Huai's tone cannot be ignored, Yan Zhuo ignored the burning pain in his mind, and forced himself to think about it again, his eyes were gradually stained with blood.

Noticing his eyes, Rong Huai trembled, not wanting Yan Zhuo to force himself, he hugged Yan Zhuo's neck and said: "Enough is enough, don't think about it anymore..."

He repeated this sentence in Yan Zhuo's ear, until the blood in Yan Zhuo's eyes gradually faded, Yan Zhuo slowed down for a while, then raised his head, stroking his worried cheek with his big palm: "Your Majesty, I just saw the minister and His Majesty Walking in a ghost city...what on earth is going on here?" Although his appearance was completely different, he was sure that the person was Rong Huai.

"That should be your memory from my previous life." Rong Huai chose a relatively easy-to-understand rhetoric. He was gentle and calm on the surface, but Yan Zhuo's memory showed signs of recovery. Can't wait for Yan Zhuo to recover his memory, but he knows that this is not something that can be rushed, and now there are signs that everything is developing for the better.

Yan Zhuo watched him closely, his eyes seemed to be filled with countless emotions, but in fact it was only for a moment, he could also perceive him in his previous life, and he was deeply infatuated with Rong Huai, who was his love in two lifetimes ah……

If the system could hear his inner voice at this moment, it would definitely make a "嗐", not only the two lives, but the eighth life of Yan Zhuo fell into Rong Huai's hands.

Rong Huai was about to pull him up, but instead he grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms. He staggered and crashed into Yan's hot and strong chest. This place is not a deserted flower forest. There are nuns everywhere in the pavilion. Thinking of the nuns who knocked and recited Buddha's name, what kind of scene they would see when they opened their eyes, even Rong Huai's fair neck turned red, and he grabbed Yan Zhuo's hand, trying to stop him.

Yan Zhuo didn't know what he was worrying about, so he just picked him up and strode out of the pavilion.

"Ah..." Rong Huai's body suddenly flew into the air, startled, and subconsciously hugged his neck.

Yan Zhuo smiled lowly in his ear: "Your Majesty, please embrace me, don't fall down."

Rong Huai: "..."

Walking to an inaccessible flower tree, Yan Zhuo pinched Rong Huai's waist and pressed him under the tree, his eyes were red, he lowered his head and kissed him, the scorching hot breath instantly swallowed all his senses, as if tearing him apart Like a ferocious beast, he even licked the bloody smell between his lips and teeth.

Rong Huai was powerless to resist, he was out of breath after being kissed, and regretted faintly in his heart, just now he still felt sorry for Yan Zhuo, who knew that his blood returned so fast, and now he kissed him so vigorously that he was dizzy.

It's just...it doesn't make sense.

He rested his head on Yan Zhuo's chest, his face was blushing, his eyes were watery, Yan Zhuo held onto his shoulders so he didn't fall down, his hands wrapped around Yan Zhuo's neck, like the only driftwood for a drowning person.

"Your Majesty, have you ever thought about being under this tree..." Yan Zhuo didn't let go of his expression, until he saw the blush on the back of Rong Huai's white neck, then he chewed the tip of his ear and said hoarsely.

"Absolutely," Rong Huai was dizzy from being kissed, until he felt the hem of his clothes being twitched, he managed to regain a trace of clarity, and pushed him unconsciously, with a weak and pitiful tone: "Absolutely not..."

Yan Zhuo stared into his watery eyes, suddenly his heart softened, and he took his soft palm: "Then help me, Your Majesty."

Rong Huai's five fingers were evenly fleshed out, his skin was white and slender, his nails were slightly reddish, warm and fragrant nephrite, completely different from his rough palm.

Yan Zhuo stared at the red face in his arms, he was still breathing steadily, but Rong Huai had already collapsed on his chest, his eyes were misty, like the pure white and flawless Jiexue was dyed red.

After half an hour, Rong Huai was finally let go.

"Huh?" When Yan Zhuo was arranging his clothes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a well next to the peach tree. There were also several bowls of water, and a stone tablet stood next to it. : "Your Majesty, it turns out that there really is marriage water in the temple."

Rong Huai's dewy eyes blinked before he regained his senses, and noticed that the stains splashed on his body were too conspicuous, so he pushed Yan Zhuo: "Forget about the marriage water, hurry up and give it to me." I'll bring a dress."

Although Yan Zhuo was not satisfied, but he was very satisfied in his heart. He hugged Rong Huai's shoulders and kissed him carefully. Rong Huai pushed him several times before stroking Rong Huai's rosy cheeks. Chirp" and dropped a kiss: "Your Majesty is cute even when he is angry."

Rong Huai urged him repeatedly, so he reluctantly left, but before he left, he did not forget to tell Rong Huai: "Your Majesty is waiting here, don't move around."

"Okay," Rong Huai comforted him patiently.

Yan Zhuo just walked away.

After he left, Rong Huai took off his stained robe, leaned against the peach blossom tree and waited, touched about half a lamp, and what was waiting was not Yan Zhuo, but intermittent silk and bamboo strings from the sky, Faint as a thread, Rong Huai looked along the source of the sound, and after a while, he turned around and walked out behind the flower tree, and the two were Qin Liangqi and Prince Gong.

Prince Gong was wearing a python robe, a purple gold crown on his head, and a jade flute in his hand. It was obvious that the musical sound just now came from him. As Prince Gong who is proficient in the way of pleasure, he can be said to be familiar with all kinds of decadent music.

His face was radiant, he could no longer see the timidity before, and he didn't kneel down to salute when he saw Rong Huai, he just arched his hands together: "Brother Huang."

Rong Huai still sat where he was, looking at him calmly: "What does Prince Gong call Gu?"

"Brother Huang," Prince Gong approached and leaned over to look at him: "Your Majesty is still His Majesty now, and it may not be so in a while."

Qin Liangqi also followed behind Prince Gong, and slowly walked over. His leg bones were placed on a wooden board with a medicine rack, and he could barely walk upright. He changed into a clean robe, and Rong Huai raised his eyebrows lightly: "Qin Liangqi?"

Seeing that he still recognized himself, Qin Liangqi's gloomy face gradually turned into a sneer: "I thought His Majesty had forgotten me long ago. Even General Yan bowed down under His Majesty's dragon robe. Your Majesty is really capable." He stared at Rong Huai, remembering that day in the dungeon, Rong Huai nestled in Yan Zhuo's arms with a soft and submissive appearance, anger and unwillingness were brewing in his chest.

Hearing what he said, Prince Gong's eyes fell on Rong Huai. He had never had the opportunity to look at Rong Huai seriously. He saw his cheeks were like snow, his lips were like rouge, and he didn't know what he had experienced before his eyes were clouded with mist.

Prince Gong, who was fond of flirting by nature, was stunned for a moment, unable to take his eyes off it.

Seeing Prince Gong staring at him for a moment, Qin Liangqi was filled with gloom, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty is really talented. After His Majesty abdicates, I will definitely find a better place for His Majesty."

Rong Huai chuckled lightly: "Why, do you want to plot rebellion after hearing what you said?"

"Conspiracy and rebellion are heinous." Qin Liangqi propped up two broken legs and cupped his hands towards the sky: "Your Majesty just lost his way while searching for a paradise, so he never came back. The country cannot live without a king... ...His Royal Highness Prince Gong is generous and capable, so he should succeed to the throne."

Prince Gong also pretended to clear his throat.

At some point, five or six assassins surrounded Rong Huai, wanting to tie Rong Huai's hands. Since he and Yan Zhuo had gone out for a walk before, there was no guard and inner prison following him. It can be said that every day should not be called, and the earth is not working.But in such a situation where death is inevitable, Rong Huai actually laughed softly: "Are there only so many people here?"

Hearing that there was no trace of panic in his laughter, Qin Liangqi suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy, but after waking up for a while, he felt that his worry was unfounded, and no one knew better than him that Rong Huai was unarmed and not working, most of it was a bluff.

Prince Gong also thought that he had the chance to win, and he joked triumphantly: "Your Majesty is at the end of his rope, don't you still hope that the guards will descend from the sky to save His Majesty?"

As soon as the words were finished, Rong Huai looked up and smiled, like the bright moon revealed by the mist blown away by the breeze, it was so beautiful that it made people's hearts flutter.

Just as everyone was in awe, the assassin who first approached Rong Huai and tied his hands suddenly fell on his back, his pupils dilated, and he was obviously dead, with the dagger at his waist still stuck in his chest.No one knows when his chest was pierced, and no one knows when the sword at his waist was pulled out.

In the open area, the wind came and went, the clothes fluttered in colorful colors, and Rong Huai's black hair was lifted, and the golden crown rolled to the ground, followed by a light smile.

Rong Huai brushed off his sleeves, stood up, and pulled out the dagger casually. The blood spattered three feet, and the blood sprayed the heads and faces of the two people standing beside him.

Prince Gong's eyebrows were beaming, his smug expression froze on his face, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back in an instant, chilling his bones.

"Gu said that it's not enough to only come with so many people.",