Me and the villain are the best [Quick Transmigration]

62Chapter 62

The days in the deep palace flew by like flowing water, and when Lin Guo reached the plot point marked in the original book again, the time had come to the New Year's Eve of this year.

The capital of the Ling Dynasty was in the north, and it had snowed heavily in the capital two months ago. Looking up at the light gray sky with snowflakes floating, Linguo, who was sitting on the dragon's seat, gathered his warm and fluffy fur collar, He said that he really didn't want to rush to participate in any Laoshizi sacrifices and annual banquets.

"Your Majesty is cold?" Sensitively aware of Long's small movements to catch up with the young man, Xi Shun, who was following the young man on the left, immediately and considerately handed over a small and exquisite hand warmer, "It is still a short distance from the Tai Chi Hall, Your Majesty Take this first to warm your hands a little."

Reaching out to take the sleeve stove and holding it in his hand, Lin Guo said that he has long been accustomed to Xishun's meticulous and careful, if the fact that the other party is Zhao Chong's person is aside, there is indeed no other Lingo in the whole palace Such a handy head servant.

The original owner was not close to women, and there was not even a single person in the harem. It looked fine on weekdays, but when it came to this year of family reunion, this huge palace seemed extraordinarily lonely.

Snowflakes were flying, except for the court ladies and eunuchs who were sweeping and walking around on the road, there was not a single new face in the palace who could bring some vitality. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dazed young man leaning on Long Yu, and Xishun intentionally comforted him with a few words, But don't know where to start.

He was sold into the prince's mansion by his father since he was a child, and he has followed Zhao Chong for so many years, how could Xishun not know his master's character?

Now that he has become his own lord, the little emperor has completely eliminated the possibility of marrying a wife and staying in the future. Not to mention that the master is not even half tired of the young man now, even if the master is really bored someday, the other party will not even think about it. Simply pull away and leave.

[He seems to be sorry for you,] There was an undetectable sound of running, and the spacious and gorgeous dragon suddenly sank, as if suddenly sitting on something invisible, [But to be honest, this palace is really too deserted , It's almost as good as the subjugated country you played before. ]

Steadily catching the invisible but palpable fat rabbit in his arms, Lin Guo calmly pushed the sleeve to the opponent's feet: [Is everything done? ]

[With the system in person, what are you worried about, Guozi? ] Spreading cakes like four claws apart to hug the hot sleeve stove, Zero Eleven confidently signed the ticket, [the secret letters were delivered to the corresponding officials, although Zhao Chong's men checked very strictly, but still did not It can find out the invisible rabbit in this system. ]

[I always feel that this is like cheating and bullying him. ] Feeling sorry for Zhao Chong for a second, Lin Guo quickly put this sudden thought behind her——

After arriving for the first time, he took over the mess left by the original owner. Without using more props from the system mall, it was already Lin Guo's guarantee of relative fairness to his lover, an aboriginal.

With Zhao Chong's short-term decentralization of power, coupled with the accurate judgment of the political affairs of Lin Guo and Zero Eleven, although the situation on the surface has not yet escaped from Zhao Chong's control, in private, there have already been many The officials have a new understanding of Lingo, the emperor who was pushed to the dragon chair.

Relying on Zero Eleven's special concealment as a cover, Lin Guo has secretly contacted a group of more traditional royalist officials one after another. If the puppet emperor had unknowingly become an anecdote circulating in the market.

The gods possessed the body, the real dragon descended, Lin Guo didn't deliberately promote these mysterious and mysterious claims behind his back, but quietly dealt with the unfavorable rumors that he was invaded by evil spirits.

But even so, Zhao Chong did not show any anxiety. Even if Lin Guo slept with him almost every night in Qingyan Palace, it was still difficult for him to see what the other was thinking from the man's brows.

If it weren't for the tacit understanding and understanding accumulated in the previous few worlds, he might really have a headache for Zhao Chong in this world for a while.

[By the way, I ran into Ling Rui again when I came back,] Turning himself over slowly, Zero Eleven slipped and fell into Ling Guo's arms, [Provided so much information but failed to get things done, I think his talent points are indeed all about flirting. ]

[Don't underestimate his flirtatiousness,] moving his body slightly to cover up the sound of Zero Eleven's fall, Linguo stretched out his fingers and smoothed the hair on the opponent's neck, [If he can really mobilize all his harem groups Come to think of it, this court situation might really be in chaos for quite a while. ]

Although the protagonist Gong likes to mess with grass, he doesn't refuse anyone who comes to him like he is hungry. As a typical egoist, the young masters and young masters who can be seen by Ling Rui, except for the good-looking Qingguan in Goulan tile shop , which one is not a "help" that can bring benefits to him now or in the future?

Although Lingo despises such non-specific use, it is undeniable that Ling Rui has indeed attracted a lot of contacts during this period.

The three parties gather together, after this year, the sky of Ling Chao will probably change.

"The Emperor is here—"

It was still the shrill voice of the eunuch in charge of the Taiji Palace that opened the prelude to the annual banquet, but what was different from last time was that only the clan relatives of the original owner were present in the palace this time, because there were no concubines and heirs. Only one position belonging to Zhao Chong was left.

Since it was a family reunion, Ling Rui, who always liked to play the emotional card with Lin Guo, was naturally included. The other party sat at the leftmost place on the side of the clan, with a vague majestic posture of being surrounded by stars.

It seemed to be another stomach-ache dinner, and she sat down gracefully. Lin Guo waved her hand to announce the opening of the banquet, and at the same time, she did not forget to order Xishun to whip out the "blessing dishes" she had prepared a long time ago and give them to all the important officials.

The role of the emperor is becoming more and more decent. Zhao Chong raised his eyebrows after drinking the tasteless sake in the cup, but he didn't act any more.

Today is different from the past, compared to the bad taste of watching young people cry at first, Zhao Chong now hopes that the other party can smile at him sincerely.

The few smiles in those few months became a lingering obsession in Zhao Chong's heart.

"Is Your Majesty interested in enjoying a scene with the king after the annual banquet?"

The banquet was boring. Apart from listening to the people below, who were either cryptic or straightforward business bragging, Linguo could hardly find any interesting entertainment. Just as he was considering whether to ask someone from the teaching workshop to dance, Linguo Suddenly heard Zhao Chong's invitation.

"My king asked someone to prepare fireworks in the Qingyan Palace." Looking into the young man's doubtful eyes, Zhao Chong smiled flamboyantly, "What's the fun of celebrating the festival with these old antiques? It's better to be happy with this king."

"Okay." Nodding, the young man agreed without thinking, "I will accompany Uncle Huang to watch the fireworks this time."

Unexpectedly, the other party agreed so happily this time, Zhao Chong was taken aback, and then swallowed all the threats and lures he had prepared before.

But for some reason, looking at the side face of the young man eating quietly, he always had a side face that was about to lose the other party.

Uneasiness surged in his heart, so that when Zhao Chong was pulling the other party back to the palace on foot, he unconsciously increased the strength in his hand.

"Is the emperor in a bad mood?" Wearing a light-colored cloak, he walked beside the man, and the young man's face was softened by the fluffy collar around his neck, "You hurt me."

The palace people, led by Xishun Xide, followed far behind, Zhao Chong held the warm-colored palace lantern in one hand, and belatedly let go of the other's wrist.

It has been snowing for a whole day, and there are still sporadic snowflakes falling from the sky until now. The cold night is quiet, and the snow on the palace road has not been completely cleaned up. When you step on it, you can even hear "creak, creak, creak." " softly.

"My mother and concubine said that the imperial palace at night is like a dead cemetery." Rubbing his wrist, the young man looked at the surrounding palaces that were decorated with lights and festoons but still not popular and said softly, "Whether it is daytime It's so lively here, at night, all you can hear is the whimpering of the wind."

"After all, the human lives lost in this palace in the past dynasties are not much less than fighting a battle," the lamp flickered, making the shadows of the two people reflected on the palace wall extremely long, and looking away from the two dark clumps. And moving away from the intertwined shadows, Zhao Chong said, "Suspiciousness breeds dark ghosts, who among the people living in this palace can really sleep peacefully."

"Eat people and be eaten, unless you sit on the supreme throne, no one can escape this established fate."

"Uncle Huang is right." Unexpectedly agreeing to Zhao Chong's statement again, the young man said lightly with his eyelashes down, "I have been eaten for a long time, and I really want to be the one who eats people."

"Your Majesty, what is this..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chong saw the young man hugging him tightly, the cold dagger sharply pierced through his clothes, and then rested dangerously on the skin of the man's chest.

With their foreheads touching and breathing intertwined, all the sharp-eyed palace people in the distance stopped and lowered their heads knowingly. No one would have thought that such an imminent murderous intent was hidden under such an intimate posture.

"I wanted to do this a long time ago," stated calmly, the young man's voice was still as seductive as every lingering in bed, "Uncle Emperor, never underestimate anyone."

"Especially because he still has the blood of the Tian family."

Taking advantage of the time when he relaxed his vigilance, he was able to land a hit with one blow. Feeling the coldness and stinging pain in his chest, Zhao Chong not only didn't feel much anger, but instead felt a kind of excitement of meeting his opponent.

"This time, it's a small warning to the emperor." Slowly loosening his left hand, the young man let the unsheathed dagger fall to the snow with a dull sound, "If there is a next time, I will never show mercy .”

"The Qingyan Palace is here, please come back, Uncle Emperor," the young man strode forward without looking back, opening the distance between the two, "The Qingyan Palace does not welcome foreigners, I hope the Emperor will remember this in the future." Warning, stop here."

"What if the king doesn't?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The brilliant fireworks bloomed gorgeously according to the scheduled time. Under the background of the fireworks on this dreamy snowy night, the young man looked back and revealed a proud smile that a man had never seen before——

"Then the emperor will come and try."

"Try if you can find my people."