Accidentally bent the hero [Transmigration Book]

"Brother, are you angry?" Zhong Xue poked Liang Duan's shoulder blade.

Liang Duan was only wearing an inner coat, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, and if he held up a lamp, he could vaguely see the flesh and bones.Suddenly being poked by this, his shoulders trembled imperceptibly.

"If you move again, believe it or not, I'll kill you now!" Liang Duan's mind became hot, and he threatened.

Zhong Xue's fingers froze just a short distance from Liang Duan's shoulder blades, did he mean what he wanted to do with him?

[System: It's too much for me to clear the cache and deal with the garbage in your mind that needs to be mosaiced, you know? 】

Zhong Xue stuck out her tongue, lay on her back, closed her eyes, and said "letter" very seriously.

In fact, I don't believe it. After all, for Brother Duan who doesn't need love to fill his life, it's so embarrassing to do him.But the protagonist needs to lose face, and he should not be too hard-headed when he should be low-key and young.

At night, Zhong Xue had a dream, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at the top of the bed curtain: "Tong'er, explain the dream."

[Sorry, the purpose of our unified world is to be sunny, and we can't solve obscene|obscene|erotic|erotic dreams. 】

Zhong Xue touched her chest, and said with emotion while reminiscing: "Brother Duan is too rough, and he doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade at all. I was in pain in my dream, and I cried in pain."

"When I woke up, I got up and lay on the bed pretending to be some kind of corpse." Liang Duan was halfway through his clothes, turned his head and glared at him, before his eyes hardened, he frowned, "Why are your eyes so red?"

Zhong Xue sat up with one hand on the bed, rubbed her eyes, her voice was a bit confused: "Is there any?"

"Yes, it looks like I just cried." Liang Duan took off Zhong Xue's clothes hanging on the wooden frame, and threw them over with his backhand.

You cried every day in the dream... Zhong Xue wanted to laugh inexplicably, but she couldn't hold it back, and let out a cry: "I had a dream, and the experience was not very good."

Liang Duan snorted: "You can cry even in your dreams, did you get whipped to death or were you blown up?"

Why are the things in Brother Duan's mind so cruel and bloody? It's not humanitarian at all.Zhong Xue dejectedly moved to the bedside and put on her shoes: "I was tied to the head of the bed, uh, I was beaten up, there are countless... red marks all over my body."

Zhong Xue didn't know what picture Liang Duan had made up, and her face was full of contempt.

"I'll go to the prime minister's mansion first, and then I'll accompany you at the academy at noon." After a pause, he turned around and added, "Marquis Ruoning comes again, just ignore him, and wait for me to go over."

Zhong Xue responded, remembering the few fires that King Liang set off in the downtown area in the original text, and reminded: "Brother Duan, the fire oil that King Liang transported may be to create chaos in Beijing, so be on your guard."

"Don't worry about King Liang's affairs. Tsk~" He put on his hair crown, and directly lifted Zhong Xue, who was wearing a coat, off the bed, and helped him put on his clothes, "During it."

After Liang Duan had dinner, he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Zhong Xueyuan thought that he was going to see Prime Minister Xia, but Butler Zhang said that Xia Yuanjing was looking for him.

According to Xia Yuanjing's pissing behavior when she appeared in the original text, maybe the plot will be reversed again.

For some reason, Xia Yuanjing looked silly on the face, but Zhong Xue didn't feel very good, a little... couldn't see through.

"Brother Zhong, what are you thinking about so preoccupied? What about your elders, why didn't you come to read with me today." Shen Tingzhi touched Zhong Xue with the tip of his pen.

Zhong Xue rested her chin in one hand, looked back sleepily, did not answer, and asked another question: "Do you know Xia Yuanjing?"

Shen Tingzhi raised his eyebrows: "I know him, but I'm not familiar with him. Why do you ask him?"

"It's fine if you don't know him well, just ask casually. Brother Duan has gone to see him, and I'll come back at noon." The dream last night was so exciting that Zhong Xue didn't sleep well, and even yawned a few times.

"Brother Zhong, you probably wouldn't," Shen Tingzhi said with a laugh after brainstorming, "You care so much about Xia Yuanjing, maybe it's because you suspect that the son has something to do with him~ what?"

"Get out!" Zhong Xue picked up the book and threw it over. Shen Tingzhi smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't see his eyes. Are you guilty of being a thief, and you were stabbed in the heart by me, and then you became angry and threw a book to retaliate."

Zhong Xue gave him a white look. Brother Duan is the leading role without CP. He is not limited to petty love and love. He has focused on rebellion for 30 years. Although he was a single dog until the end of the original text, but if he hadn't scored an offense, he should have the same attributes as Brother Duan. These two people have nothing to do.

At noon, Zhong Xue had tea and went to the diverticulum. The sunlight stretched her figure obliquely.

"Brother Zhong, your family's heir hasn't come yet?" Shen Tingzhi held the back of his head and looked left and right.

"It's none of your business, your diverticulum is on the opposite side, go back." Maybe it's because it's too hot, Zhong Xue's mood is also a little impetuous, and the daily good words and good words seem to be all packed and fed to the dog.

Shen Tingzhi wanted to say more, but was dragged away by a passing classmate.

Each diverticulum is built for one person. In order to prevent mutual interference, every two rooms will be separated by one foot, and flowers and plants will be planted.

Zhong Xue was lying on the bed in her diverticulum, tossing and turning, not feeling sleepy at all, and as soon as her mind was free, she would wonder why Liang Duan didn't come.

It feels weird, like being let go on a date, upset and wanting to explode in place.

"Brother Duan can't be true..." Although he didn't really agree with Shen Tingzhi's joke, he still couldn't help thinking, giving counter-proofs in his mind over and over again, which was more rigorous than doing mathematical proofs.

Just as he was thinking, his nose was suddenly choked by a puff of thick smoke.

[System: Zhong Xue, your house is on fire! ! ! 】

Before he could recover, an exclamation point for strengthening the company popped up in his mind.

Zhong Xue sat up in a jerk, looking at the window where the sun was shining a second ago, but now it was ablaze, and she was about to run out immediately.After grabbing the bolt and banging it several times, the door was locked and could not be opened at all.

He was going to jump out of the window, but the window was full of dry firewood and straw, and before he got close, the billowing smoke almost choked him to death on the spot.

There is a washbasin in the room for washing and washing, and there is always water in it for the students to wipe their faces in the afternoon. Zhong Xue took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom, and was about to wet it, covered her mouth and nose, and rushed out, but...

"Fuck! Where's the water?" Zhong Xue looked at the dry copper basin, dumbfounded on the spot.

Not long after, the room was filled with thick smoke, and Zhong Xue was so hot that she couldn't open her eyes at all: "Which evil pen set the fire!"

The thick smoke blocked the line of sight, making it impossible to see the situation outside clearly, and the intermittent cries for help were drowned in the thick smoke.

The fire not only burned Zhong Xue's place, but the entire diverticulum in the backyard was on fire. Shen Tingzhi lived on the other side, and as soon as he escaped, he went to Zhong Xue's side.

"The fire over there is so fierce that it is impossible to rescue it. Do you want to throw yourself into the fire?" one person asked.

"Have you seen Zhong Xue?" Shen Tingzhi asked while grabbing the man's shoulder.

Another person who came over coughed two mouthfuls of thick smoke: "The fire started from him, and it spread to the opposite side. I think he probably explained it inside."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, you'll choke to death."

Shen Tingzhi froze on the spot, and was about to rush in, but someone was faster than him, and a black shadow slipped into the flames just as he lifted his feet.

"Zhong Xue!" Liang Duan covered his mouth, struggling to walk in the thick smoke. This is not the worst thing, the worst thing is that the smoke is so thick that he can't distinguish the future at all, so he can only walk by feeling.

He even called several times, but no one answered.

When the door burned down, Zhong Xue rushed out relying on the oxygen mask and fire armor provided by the system, turned around several times, completely lost, which side is the exit!

He was in despair when he suddenly heard someone calling him, his ears were on fire, but he couldn't tell who it was.

"Tong'er, turn on the light for me, the infrared one." Zhong Xue discussed with the system.

[System: Oxygen mask 10 gold coins, fire armor 20, consecration 5, a total of 35, remember to pay back the credit, otherwise you will be killed. 】

As soon as the system finished showing off his bad temper, Zhong Xue's whole body emitted a glowing red light, which was not far or near, just within the range of that person's visibility.

After a while, Zhong Xue's wrist tightened and was clasped by a sweaty hand, and her impetuous heart suddenly calmed down.

"Brother Duan?" Zhong Xue called out tentatively.

"Shut up!" Liang Duan's voice came through the veil, muffled.

Why didn't you come at noon?Knowing that the fire is very big, why do you want to come in?There were many questions in Zhong Xue's mind, and they were all held back, the corners of her mouth inadvertently curled up, and the other hand tightly hugged Liang Duan's arm...

The firefighting officers and soldiers came and went, and when passing by the front yard, they would turn their heads slightly.

"Brothers, officers and soldiers, please be serious about fighting the fire, thank you!" Zhong Xue sat on a small stone bench and smiled at the row of officers and soldiers carrying buckets.

Before the smile could be retracted, it was straightened by someone holding his cheek.

Liang Duan wiped off the black ash on Zhong Xue's forehead with a damp cloth: "I just escaped from death, can you be more serious?"

Zhong Xue was taken aback, laughed twice, raised her hand to hook the skirt of Liang Duan's chest, and pulled it lightly: "Brother, you are so reckless and barged in to save me. I'm so moved, what should I do?"

"Let go, hand!" Liang Duan rubbed his back teeth.

Zhong Xue raised her eyebrows and raised her hands in a gesture of disarming. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shen Tingzhi who was directing the firefighting. He asked, "How are you doing?"

Shen Tingzhi turned his head and wiped his sweat: "I ran away as soon as the fire started, everyone is fine."

Zhong Xue frowned slightly: "Am I the only one who has something to do?"

If it weren't for the protective equipment credited to the system, the person sitting in front of Liang Duan would already be "Coke Zhongxue".

"I'll find out." Liang Duan looked gloomy, and Zhong Xue didn't dare speak up.

Affected by this fire, the academy cannot stay temporarily.As soon as the fire was suppressed, the carriage from Prince Liang's Mansion arrived.

Zhong Xue took two puffs of cigarettes, her head was still dizzy, and her feet were fluttering. When she got into the car, she stepped on the ground and almost fell down. Just as she was about to lift her foot again, her arm was supported by Liang Duan.

"Stupid." Liang Duan looked away at the intersection.

Creaking——A carriage passed by the intersection, the decoration was very low-key, a gust of wind blew through, and the curtain of the window was blown open, and a man in Tsing Yi sat inside, with a delicate facial contour, but his complexion was almost pale and bloodless , looking like he has been ill for a long time.

"Xie Xuan?" Zhong Xue had already sat in, Liang Duan's arms were still frozen in mid-air, and his brows were tightly knit.

"Who?" Zhong Xue asked blankly.