The protagonist wants to steal my script again

An Minghui felt a bit embarrassed at this moment, because no matter how he explained that the son of the An family was still his elder brother, although he felt that with Lu Tingshen's keenness, he should have noticed the abnormality long ago, but the other party's sudden mention of names still made him feel uncomfortable. He was a little uncertain.

And his little distraction was quickly noticed by Lu Tingshen: "Why, you are thinking about how to explain your attitude that is so different to me? Then I really want to hear what you have to say."

Obviously, His Royal Highness, who is still young now, is still not calm enough. Such a provocation is really irrelevant to An Minghui, and he only waved a thousand pounds with a faint smile: "An has already said that people have two sides. As usual, there's nothing to explain it."

"I came out to attend the dinner today. I didn't bring anything on me to treat the wound. Your Highness must remember to apply the medicine after returning."

What Lu Ting wanted to hear was not these words at all. He frowned unhappily, but he didn't intend to let go of his arm holding An Minghui at all. He only further emphasized: "You know, since you know my plan today, From then on, you will either join me or become my enemy, and there will be no third possibility."

"This is really distressing. I have always been shallow-minded and never planned to join any camp."

This reticent attitude made Lu Tingshen even more angry, and said coldly: "If I say, then the throne must be mine, do you believe it or not?"

Obviously, he said something casually that might lose his head if someone heard it, but An Minghui, who already knew the plot, just replied calmly: "Of course I believe it."

Hearing that his answer was neither painful nor itchy, but there was sincerity in his tone, Lu Ting was so angry that he didn't know what to say, so he just gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you really have nothing more to say to me?"

After hearing his question, An Minghui seriously thought for a moment, then smiled and touched His Highness Seventh's head, and said warmly: "Thank you for the plant you sent yesterday, Your Highness, I will take good care of it."

"It's cold now, Your Highness should take care of your body and add more clothes." As he spoke, An Minghui let go of the hand holding the young man in front of him, and took off his cloak, gently covering Lu Ting deeply. In the above, "If the body is broken, then no matter how great the ambition is, there is nowhere to display it."

While doing such movements, he couldn't help recalling the scene where Xiao Chengyuan put on clothes for himself countless times, and he couldn't help but feel a little more nostalgic in his smile, and said to himself: "The reincarnation of cause and effect in the world is really interesting." .”

Touching the soft fur collar around the neckline of the cloak, Lu Ting snorted unwillingly, but did not hold on to this topic any longer, but sneered and said, "Do you believe in gods and Buddhas? Do you think that kind of thing really exists?" ?”

This question made An Minghui hesitate for a while before answering vaguely: "It should be regarded as a letter."

In fact, he not only saw God with his own eyes, but even rolled in bed with God countless times.

If you want to say that, he probably has experienced all kinds of storms and waves.

Lu Ting squinted his eyes deeply, and felt that although the cloak on his body was thick, it seemed that it was not as warm as when the two hugged each other just now.

"It's nonsense. If there are gods and Buddhas in the world, where are the many injustice cases and corrupt officials?"

Being refuted in such a straightforward way, An Minghui still didn't look angry at all, and just nodded gently: "Indeed, the matter of ghosts and gods is illusory, and the truth can only be proved by the heart."

——Is such a person really suitable to stay in the officialdom?

Looking at the smiling face of the person in front of him, Lu Tingshen couldn't help but have such doubts.This An Minghui in front of him is too gentle and soft, as if he has no edges or corners at all. People can't bear to speak ill of him, and they can't help but worry whether such a soft temper will always be misunderstood by others. Bullied to go.

He is obviously only suitable to sit quietly in the sunny courtyard, with a qin, a pot of tea, and a few volumes of books in front of him, and then with a smile, he gently opens his lips and reads the words "death and life are broad, Talk to Zicheng."

People's hearts have always been unpredictable, if no one protects this person, no matter where he is, he will be eaten to the bone.

"Hmph..." Dispelling those inexplicable thoughts in his head, Lu Ting took a step back to widen the distance between the two, raised his hand to wrap the cloak around his body tightly, and looked at An Minghui with a half-smile, "I don't like to be in debt. Yu Ren, for the sake of meddling in your business today and this dress, I can promise you that I will not stop the way to settle down in the future."

If people other than An Minghui hear this, they will not only laugh at his arrogance, but also think that he probably has a brain problem.

Even when Lu Tingshen himself was saying these words, he felt that he might be really stupid today because of the influence of this little idiot from Anjia.

However, only An Minghui nodded seriously after listening to his words, and replied with a smile: "Thank you very much."

So Lu Tingshen stared at the smiling face again for a long time, he thought: This little shadow of the An family is really weird, obviously not romantic, but it always makes people think that the world is not as good as him.

***

After An Minghui returned to Anfu that night, it didn't take long for his brother who had temporarily exchanged identities with him to knock on the door and enter the room. He took off his mask as soon as he entered the room, and there was a fawning expression on his face that looked the same as him. With a smile, he leaned over to admit his mistake with a guilty conscience: "It's hard work, I didn't expect that the aftertaste of drinking would be so strong..."

"It's okay, but I hope that brother will not be greedy in the future, after all, the body is the most important thing." While speaking, An Minghui started to untie his belt, "Change back the clothes first."

Brother An stood still and watched his younger brother change clothes, his eyes swept over the exposed neck and the faintly visible waist under the underwear, the light of the candles flickered in the room, reflecting the soft eyebrows and eyes A bit of a charming atmosphere.He blinked, and seemed very puzzled and said: "It's clearly the same face, but I always feel that the second grader is much prettier than me."

"Then thank you brother for your love first."

Seeing that An Minghui was about to take off his coat, Brother An also hurriedly started to unbutton his coat, and while undressing, he suddenly noticed a detail: "Speaking of which, today's weather is so cold, you only wear these go out?"

"I wore a cloak when I went out, but I gave it to His Highness the Seventh Prince on my own initiative when I was in the palace." When mentioning this, An Minghui realized that it was not good to lend his brother's clothes without authorization, so he added apologetically , "Brother, if you mind, I will buy a new one later."

Of course, Brother An wouldn't care about a piece of clothing.

But he was concerned about when the relationship between An Minghui and Lu Tingshen became so close.

"You promised me not to get too close to him."

He froze for a moment, then continued to arrange the clothes he had taken off, put them neatly on the table one by one, and sighed: "Brother, just treat it as meddling, can you promise me not to mess with Seven?" Your Highness is fighting against each other? If possible, I hope you can persuade Mrs. An not to let the An family choose a camp too early."

"The An family has already set their camp." Brother An looked at him firmly, and his voice was even a little aggressive, "The concubine Chen is connected with the An family's blood, and the third highness has always been outstanding, and the An family naturally wants to support him. It is impossible to support a useless child born by a civilian girl."

An Minghui frowned: "Brother, speak carefully."

Seeing his younger brother's face darken slightly, Brother An felt aggrieved, but at the same time he didn't dare to say any more. The aura that had just risen disappeared in an instant, and he only hugged the clothes he had just taken off in his arms and said in a low voice: "I don't like him." And don't want you to like him either.

Up to now, An Minghui still doesn't understand why his elder brother hates Lu Tingshen, so he can only explain: "Even if you don't like it, don't turn against each other, just treat it as my little brother's little wish, and my brother is not willing to accept it." ?”

"Of course I'm willing to agree to your wish." Brother An said in a muffled voice, shaking off the clothes in his hands and putting them on An Minghui, so that he wouldn't get cold in his underwear, "I just want to know why you do this Value him?"

"Second year of junior high school, can't you just have me? Just like me, as long as you are there, it is enough. Why do you care about the seventh prince?"

Of course, An Minghui couldn't tell him that Lu Tingshen was going to become a generation of emperors in the future.

So he could only lower his eyes, avoid his brother's sight, and lied softly: "Probably because we are in a similar situation and feel the same way."

As soon as these words came out, Brother An was speechless, panicked and overwhelmed, and didn't dare to say anything more, just lowered his head and repeated those three words over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Brother An took a step forward and hugged him tightly, with remorse in his voice and a little uneasiness: "I'm sorry, I'm just worried that if I have other friends in the second grade of junior high school, I won't be needed anymore, I shouldn't Damn you..."

As everyone knows, it was Brother An's over-attachment performance that made An Ming blink blankly, and a terrifying thought came to his mind: his elder brother and Lu Tingshen, who is the protagonist in this world?

After reading the plot at the beginning, he preconceived that the Seventh Prince, who had no kinship with him, was the protagonist this time, but after thinking about it carefully and according to the plots he got, it seemed that he couldn't find anything wrong with Brother An being the protagonist.

An Minghui, who hadn't worried about the mission for a long time, stretched out his arms to hug his elder brother, while feeling headaches from his bold guess.

The matter of not being able to identify the protagonist is not a big deal, but it is always inconvenient.

Just as he was in a trance while maintaining the hugging posture, he saw a familiar floating frame appearing in front of him again.

Message from the developer: I really didn't expect you to be so confused. I sincerely invite you to accept the additional small task I presented. The reward after completion is the real identity of the protagonist. What do you think?

An Minghui: ...

The author has something to say: the behind-the-scenes tearing of the crew

Brother An: Not much to say, I have decided on the position of the protagonist (smile.jpg)

His Highness the Seventh: Robbing things from me, I think you don’t know how to live or die (smile.jpg)

An Bao: It really makes people bald.jpg