Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Li Cong hadn't had time to appreciate the forbearance and humiliation of the man on the ground, a black shadow appeared on his face, and he was slapped on the face, the side under the ear was hot immediately, and he turned somersault before he had time to see clearly.

Before Li Cong was slowly helped up by the people beside him, Li Cong was still touching his face, and heard the voice of that person: "Let go of me! How dare you arrest me! Do you know who I am?" , you group of leopard-born daredevils! Li Cong, you don't care!"

Li Cong was so irritated by the sharp sound that his head hurt, he opened his hand and saw a few drops of blood on his finger, suspected that the man's nails had scratched his cheek, and when he was trembling with anger, there was another black figure in front of him , that man was about to rush up again and was stopped by the guards. Li Cong wiped the blood on his face, and raised his eyes lazily: "Zhaoyang, you came at the right time. Look at how your husband is stalking, hiding, and flirting." My disciple, ask him what he did just now to survive?" Seeing Zhaoyang struggling again, he asked someone to let her go.

Zhaoyang broke away from the guards and went to help Yan Jiuqin on the ground. Yan Jiuqin was still captured on the ground. Zhaoyang shouted several times, and the guards released the man on the ground after seeing Li Cong's eyes.

Only then did Zhaoyang see clearly how Yan Jiuqin was poorly dressed, the robe could not even cover his body, his shoulders were vaguely covered, the ground was covered with torn pieces of the robe, and the obscene clothes under the robe were also torn, and the condition of his body was also the same. looming.

There were marks of beatings on his face, and his hair was messy.His face was bleak, his brow bones were broken, his face was bloodstained, the corners of his mouth were still damaged, and there were many dust spots on his forehead and face.

After Zhaoyang's voice came out, she was extremely angry. Seeing Yan Jiuqin's distressed appearance, she couldn't help showing a tone, turned her head and said to Li Cong, "Li Cong, you bastard!"

After finishing speaking, he was going to tear up Li Cong, but Yan Jiuqin grabbed her hand, "Princess," "Let me go!" Zhaoyang was so angry that he lost his voice, "What did you do to him?"

Zhaoyang's temper has long been familiar to him, but she seldom loses her temper at him, but it doesn't matter today, after all, he let him get his wish.Li Cong just sneered, but he was calm, and asked Xiang Zhaoyang, "Zhaoyang, if you ask me, why not ask your husband, what did you do just to beg me?"

When Zhaoyang heard this sentence, he couldn't help looking at Yan Jiuqin.Yan Jiuqin's heart was like lightning, and it was almost a usual reaction to his usual strategy, but he still hesitated, and he looked at Zhaoyang slowly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhaoyang became more urgent, but Yan Jiuqin finally lowered his eyes at this moment, as if the words had been twisted in his heart a thousand times, before he confided: "I don't know how to praise...I offended King Jin, That's all. It's nothing, I just fell down and looked like this."

Zhaoyang didn't expect him to answer such low-minded words, his heart seemed to be pulled for a moment, and the pain suddenly spread from the apex of his heart. Zhaoyang loved him deeply, and naturally he was far better than Li Cong. She heard her words How the husband-in-law forbears and whitewashes, "What are you talking about, idiot? You tell me the truth, and I will help you share and make the decision." I don't believe that nothing happened in what he said.

Yan Jiuqin replied slowly: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have angered King Jin..." Before he finished speaking, the blood from the brow bone happened to flow down, and Yan Jiuqin seemed to know that the brow bone was broken, so he wiped it with the back of his hand. Only then did Zhaoyang take a closer look at his unstained face, the marks of the beating on his cheeks can be clearly seen now.

However, Li Cong was dissatisfied with his words, "Yan Jiuqin, you just knelt and begged me to be my guest, what's your tone now?" His tone was full of accusations and displeasure.Yan Jiuqin seemed to speak for him, but actually aroused Zhaoyang's anger.There is a kind of retreat, which is called advancement.

According to the two people talking back and forth in this way, Zhaoyang probably understood the general situation, and he was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked Li Cong away, "You dare to beat Li Cong?!" Li Cong Cong fell to the ground when he couldn't stand still, and the guards went to stop Zhaoyang who was about to slap King Jin. Zhaoyang reprimanded him: "Whoever dares to touch me, such a blind thing, touch me again, I want one of you!" The dead body is in a different place!" No one dared to touch her, not even to stare at her beauty.

Li Congfang was slapped in front of everyone, kicked to the ground again, stood up, and his face changed, "Zhaoyang, I only let you because you are my royal sister, don't make trouble anymore." If it weren't for the fact that he is your husband-in-law, he would have been torn to pieces hundreds of times." He was very tolerant of this royal girl, not only him, but the entire royal family, no one dared to disobey or Offended Zhaoyang.This is also the reason for her arrogant and domineering character.

But there is one thing, Zhaoyang has never hit or scolded him, and he is kind, even loved, far better than King Yue.She is also one of the loyal princelings, and her brother and sister have a very good relationship, but she never thought that in the past, she would still call "Brother Prince" all the time, and today she would fight and scold him because of an outsider who wanted to kill him.

Zhaoyang sneered, and looked at him with beautiful eyes: "Cut my husband's body into tens of thousands of pieces? Why? Why do you think it was him who embezzled flowers to cause you to be deposed?" She had heard about the pastry drug test.

Before Li Cong snorted, Zhaoyang said next: "In the third year of Xiangyuan, who sprinkled bean powder on the neckline of Father's robe, causing rash on Father's body?"

When talking about "bean powder", Li Cong's complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to stop Zhaoyang, "Zhaoyang, shut up," trying to stop Zhaoyang from continuing.

Zhaoyang didn't listen, "Li Cong, what did you do in the fourth and fifth years of Xiangyuan? You designed it under the phoenix chariot of your favored concubine..."

"Zhaoyang!" Li Cong was flustered, and hurriedly moved the guards away. The guards were still hesitating to protect his safety. Li Cong yelled, "Get out of here," and then suddenly softened his voice, facing away from him. Zhaoyang, who was far away, approached tentatively, "Zhaoyang, today it's all the fault of the emperor, you can do whatever you want him to do to compensate you, or punish him, don't say any more."

Seeing Li Cong's "face-changing" magic, Zhao Yang sneered unexpectedly, she looks like a perfect beauty, her skin is like creamy fat, not enough makeup.The eyebrows are turning like crescents, and the eyes are flowing.She only gently looked at Li Cong with her cold eyes, "Come here, let me beat you down." When she was a child, she had such a naughty temper, she would beat others when she was unhappy, and she had beaten her brothers quite a few times.

Li Cong was called over by her, and the slap could be heard in the whole hall. Li Cong turned half of his face to one side, and when he turned around, his face became gloomy, and he smiled slowly, "Emperor My sister's technique has improved by leaps and bounds compared to when I was a child." The beating made him taste a fishy smell on his tongue.

With another slap, Li Cong tilted his head, and he didn't raise it for half a day, Zhao Yang's voice was right in front of the hall, "You shouldn't hit my people, even though you used to be my elder brother."

"Zhaoyang," Li Congcai slowly raised his head, "You really have changed." His eyes turned to Yan Jiuqin, who was completely stunned, and then looked back at Zhaoyang, "When I was a child, the emperor returned it to you." Do you remember when the horse rode on the roads of the palace?" Zhao Yang was pretty and favored since she was a child, and her brothers loved to play with her, but she only played with Li Cong, who was not the prince at that time. .

Zhaoyang looked at him coldly and without emotion, without saying a word.What came to mind was Yan Jiuqin's submissive attitude just now.Li Cong only twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled slowly, "Zhaoyang, forget what you just said, none of us have heard of it."

Zhaoyang's posture was cold and cold, he only looked sideways at Li Cong in front of him, Li Cong flattered him with a shy face, just like the group of brothers and sisters who flattered Zhiyuan's doting when she was a child.Suddenly, seeing his face changing, he seemed to see the flash of resentment in his expression.

Suddenly, Zhaoyang was pulled, almost pushed out and stumbled, and Yan Jiuqin who came out suddenly came into view, "You...?" Yan Jiuqin stopped in front of her and hugged her, "Princess, let's go back," what did you say? For some intermittent.

Zhaoyang didn't know why, so he looked at Li Cong, who had a gloomy and calm expression behind him, holding a soft long sword in his hand.Only then did Zhaoyang reach out and caress Yan Jiuqin's back slowly, touching the sword tip and the cold thick liquid.

In the impression that blood is warm, why is it cold? This is not blood, is it?

Zhaoyang saw Li Cong's vicious and resentful face, and saw the unmoving waves in his dark eyes, as if it didn't matter if he stabbed anyone.

Zhaoyang left the man's embrace, and saw that slightly white face, like the snow in the wild at night, with some red beads on the lower part of his vision.

There was a silver point on the chest, which pierced through the robe and protruded out, foaming with blood.Zhaoyang Qian's hand was stained red, and he touched Yan Jiuqin's chest that had been pierced by the knife point, "Jiu, Jiuqin?"

It was the first time that Li Cong saw his favored sister holding someone on the ground, very pitiful, and only had the adjective "poor". For some reason, seeing his sister's beauty as if separated from the clouds, her beautiful face, turned out to wither Like, sad and pleasant.

"Zhaoyang, Zhaoyang..." Li Cong actually wanted to call Zhaoyang who was hugging the man on the ground.

Zhao Yang turned his head slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at Li Cong, "Brother Huang, call the imperial doctor for me..." His voice was calm and numb.

If Zhao Yang was stabbed to death, Li Cong would not feel bad.It was just a body that could not speak and gradually lost its temperature, but it is different now, Zhaoyang's heartbroken appearance is like Xizi holding a heart, I feel pity for it.I couldn't help but took a few steps closer, and couldn't bear it, "Zhaoyang, Brother Huang didn't mean to stab you...fortunately," Yan Jiuqin blocked it for you.

Zhaoyang seemed to have lost his anger and emotion, but replied in a dazed way: "Brother Huang, help me pass on the imperial doctor."

"Okay, Brother Huang will call the imperial doctor for you, don't be too sad." Li Cong looked at Zhaoyang who fell silent again and said.

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Note: Most of the long rashes in ancient times were allergies.