Me and the villain are the best [Quick Transmigration]

55Chapter 55

"Presumptuous!" Shaking off the big hand on his shoulder, the young man slammed the table and stood up, "Zhao Chong! Don't bully me too much!"

It was the first time to see the other party's gaffe, Zhao Chongxu pressed his hand down, feeling novelty: "Keep your voice down, the sound insulation of Tai Chi Hall is not very good."

"Zhao Chong!" Lowering the volume, the young man's voice still couldn't hide his excitement, "I respect you at least as uncle, don't you have any sense of propriety, righteousness and shame?"

"There are so many men and women in this world, if the emperor wants to, he can skip me and hold a draft."

Shaking his head in disapproval, Zhao Chong smiled indifferently: "The left and right are also false names without blood relationship, why should An'er care so much?"

If he wanted to, he would grab it. Why did he, Zhao Chong, worry so much about doing things?

"This king is not forcing you," Zhao Chong said unhurriedly, brushing the young man's sleeves stained with alcohol, "This king is just giving you a choice."

"If you don't want to, you just need to close the gate of the Qingyan Palace tightly tonight, and this king will pretend that this matter has never been mentioned."

Without staying any longer, the man straightened his clothes before turning around and leaving. The young man behind him seemed to have been touched by someone, and fell into silence after changing his anger just now.

He knew that the other party could not refuse this condition, leaving the empty and lonely palace to the young man in the first place, Zhao Chong's lips curled up while holding the winning ticket.

In order not to become an eternal sinner who perishes the Ling Dynasty, even if he is reluctant in his heart, the young man will obediently bow his head and compromise to him.

This seemingly generous and ridiculous proposal actually left only one direction at the very beginning.

[Is he sick?] Looking at a certain figure that was gradually going away, Ling Eleven complained unceremoniously in his heart, [We want beautiful women but not Jiangshan, this is not at all like our old Yan's character. ]

[Don't want Jiangshan? ] Laughing, Lin Guo sat back on the hard chair, with a well-proportioned emptiness and bewilderment on his face, [With the character and ability of the original owner, even if the power is really delegated to him, how much splash can he make? ]

[It’s nothing more than giving some sweetness when deceiving someone, and when he gets tired of it, it’s a matter of minutes to take back his rights. ]

[Sounds really like a scumbag,] Shaking his head and sighing, Zero Eleven still couldn't let go of the gossip he had always been focusing on, [Can you open the door tonight?Shall I get you a prop to give him some color? ]

The sweetness is too long, and the occasional love and killing or something can just relieve the boredom.

[Open, why not open? ] Picking up the wine glass that was turned upside down by his sleeve, Lin Guo's tone was full of understanding of the plot, [Do you think we really have the opportunity to make choices under the original owner's settings? ]

Not changing the dynasty is the only hope of the original owner now, if not, he would have wiped his neck and went to hell with his father and brother long ago.

[But why do I feel that your eyes are a little excited? ] Glancing at Lin Guo suspiciously, Zero Eleven did not forget to ask responsibly, [You always restrain yourself a bit, even if you know that Zhao Chong is still alone in the shell, please don't ooc. ]

Since accepting this series of missions, it has not seen any increase in the points of its own host, and it is barely able to make ends meet. If it does not get the S-level evaluation that can double the rewards, Zero Eleven said that it will definitely do it every minute. Hanged in front of his own host.

[Please don’t question my professionalism,] Looking at the maids and eunuchs who bowed their heads and came in to clean up, Lin Guo stood up slowly while leaning on the armrests of the chair, [It’s just that the experience of previous lives was mild and used to it, and the coercion of this domineering prince Well, I do have such a small expectation. ]

The palace lanterns were on and off, and the young man in fine clothes avoided Long Mou, walking silently alone on the almost deserted palace road.

Haiyan and Heqing, Guotai Minan.

No one knows what kind of difficult choice His Majesty the Emperor, who seems to be above ten thousand people, is facing at this moment.

*

When the night falls.

Arriving at Qingyan Hall where the young man lived as promised, he found that the hall was pitch black and had not been lit. Zhao Chong handed the palace lantern in his hand to Xide, then turned his head to look at Xishun who was on duty tonight: "What's wrong?"

"Returning to the prince, His Majesty is very tired today, so he went to bed early after taking a bath after returning from the Tai Chi Hall."

fell asleep?Raising his brows playfully, Zhao Chong waved his hands: "Everyone step back, tonight, apart from Xi De Xi Shun, the Palace of Qingyan does not need any palace personnel on duty."

"Yes." Nodding in response, the maid in charge saluted cautiously, and then she led all the night-duty palace guards in Qingyan Palace to retreat together.

The carved palace door seems to be closed, but in fact it can be pushed open with a little force. As expected, it was found that the palace door was not locked. Zhao Chong signaled Xi Dexishun to stay outside, while he stepped in. In the hall, close the latch inside the palace gate with his backhand.

At this point, he didn't want the prey he got to escape successfully because of regret and fear.

Same as what you saw outside the door, the Qingyan Hall was dimly lit, not even a single candle was lit, and the air was filled with faint water vapor and ambergris, as if someone just took a bath behind the screen.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight outside the window, Zhao Chong, who had long been used to night vision during the march, deliberately stepped hard and walked to the inner room without bumps.

——Obviously he can be as light and breathless as a cat, but the man wants to make some pressing noises to scare the young people in the dormitory. Zhao Chong's bad personality can be seen from such trivial things.

The bright moon was bright, and the quilt on the Ming Huanglong collapsed into a small ball. He walked unhurriedly to the front of the couch and sat down. Zhao Chong casually twirled a few strands of blue silk scattered outside the quilt: "Are you awake?"

No one responded, and the man was not annoyed, his callused big hand slowly descended along the line outside the quilt, as if he was not used to such an overly intimate contact, the young man hiding under the quilt restrained for a long time, but finally couldn't control it. Shaked a bit.

Laughing happily, Zhao Chong pulled back the quilt on the top of the young man's head, and saw at a glance the blushing cheeks, whether it was from holding his breath or from embarrassment.

"Don't Ann feel bored?"

There was no intention of chatting with the man at all, there was no way to avoid it, the young man just rolled out of the quilt in a self-defeating manner, and lay on the side of the dragon bed with his eyes closed as if he was going to the execution ground.

The young man under the quilt only wore a bright yellow inner garment that was exclusive to the emperors of the past dynasties. The soft and smooth material was piled up in a mess, which further highlighted the whiteness of the other party's exposed skin.

"Come here." Dissatisfied with the young man's perfunctory attitude, Zhao Chong leaned on the bed and patted the place beside him.

Without moving, the young man seemed to have blocked all signals from the outside world, and was completely immersed in his own small world. Suppressing the inexplicable discomfort in his heart, Zhao Chong said in a calm voice: "Remember? I don't want to say the same thing. The first time, let alone the third time."

"Since the decision has been made, His Majesty should take the path you chose."

"If Your Majesty is really unwilling, I won't force you," Zhao Chong, who is well versed in negotiating skills, got up eagerly, "Just pretend that I have never mentioned anything about today. It's getting dark, Your Majesty." Let's rest earlier."

"...Don't go."

The sleeve was grabbed lightly, Zhao Chong had an unexpected smile in his eyes, but he still had that indifferent and displeased look on his face.

"I am willing," the fingers pulling the sleeve slowly tightened, the young man didn't know whether he was trying to appease the man or persuade himself, "I am willing."

No matter how untalented he is, no matter how uninterested in fighting for power and profit, as a descendant of the Ling family, he cannot let the Ling family's country be ruined in his own hands.

Watching the man sit down again following the strength in his hands, the young man in only his underwear stepped forward without a teacher, and touched the corner of the man's lips with his eyes downcast.

Sentimental and stiff, full of reluctance that could not be concealed no matter what, this should not be a beautiful kiss, but Zhao Chong fell in love with the contradictory and struggling beauty of the other party.

Realizing that his sleeves were about to be torn off by the nervous young man, Zhao Chong patted the opponent's fist amusedly, then broke it off and put it on his shoulder.

Turning over and over, the tiger finally grabbed the harmless and defenseless throat of its prey. The autumn night breeze blew past at the right time, blowing away all the thought-provoking noises in the depths of the bedroom.

*

Disturbed by the slight itchiness on his cheeks, Lin Guo, who had a sore back and tossed all night, opened his eyes, and almost collapsed because of the annoyance of being disturbed in his dreams.

"Are you awake?" He greeted naturally, Zhao Chong's expression was as calm as if the intentional wake-up action just now had nothing to do with him, "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but thinking that there is still an early morning today, it must be An'er doesn't want to miss it."

Lin Guo, who was sleepy and tired and wanted to act: No, I would like to miss it, please let me sleep for a while.

However, it is easy to complain, but the reality is cruel.Entering the showmanship state in a second, Lin Guo stood up indifferently, not even leaving a superfluous look at the other party.

However, his clothes are disheveled, and there are still spots of bright red on the collarbone exposed by the loose neckline. In addition to the thin lip that was bitten, even if Zhao Chong was pressed by the other party's cold face, he couldn't really angry at the youth.

It was the contrast between the two phases that made Zhao Chong miss the intimacy and dependence on him that the youth lost his mind unintentionally last night.

"You cried last night," Zhao Chong raised his hand to pinch the young man's chin, and gently turned the other's face to himself, "Is being with this king so embarrassing to you?"

He won't admit that when he stroked the tear from the corner of the young man's eye last night, compared to anger or desire, what first came to his heart was a kind of unexplainable distress.

Lin Guo, who feels deeply that his jaw will be crushed one day: ...Do you believe me if I say I'm cool?

Pulling back the unrestrained thoughts in his head, the young man silently looked away, silently avoiding this question that the two of them knew well.

"My king will never be soft-hearted because of other people's tears." Zhao Chong smiled angrily, and brushed the young man's charming eyes with his fingers, "Your Majesty is so beautiful crying on the couch. Your Majesty better shed less tears next time."

"If you cry less, you will suffer less."