Outlaw, I cannot regenerate [Transmigration Book]

Brother, can you stop staring at me with such affectionate eyes, I'm afraid.Qiu Yan's neck was sore, but he didn't dare to move. Now that he didn't have any skills, he was afraid of offending Huey and being torn off by him on the spot...

Huey looked at Qiuyan quietly without saying a word.

Qiu Yan felt tens of thousands of mud horses running wildly in his head, his heart was in a state of confusion, and he had to keep calm: "Well, King Weasel, the child is still here, don't wake him up."

Huey said lightly: "I put a hypnotizing spell, and Hill won't wake up for a while."

Qiu Yan himself was hypnotized so that he got into the damn script, he didn't want Hill to go through the same thing: "That's your son, you actually hypnotized him?!"

Huey clasped Qiu Yan's waist even tighter: "It's also your son."

Qiu Yan wanted to cry, but he really wanted to push Huey away and tell him "I never gave birth to a man", but if he did that, Huey would definitely investigate his origins, and if he found out something he shouldn't know Yes, I am afraid that I will die, so I can only take gentle measures first: "This bed is too small, I will sleep on the sofa." Qiu Yan pulled Huey's hand away little by little to get off the bed, and then sat up He was pushed back to the bed by Huey again.

"Go to my bedroom tomorrow, and make it tonight." He said, moving to the side of the bed, leaving a wider space for Qiu Yan.

Huey's tone didn't sound like an order, and his expression was much gentler. It was hard for Qiu Yan to associate him with the king in the theater who froze the fire dragon with ice cubes as soon as he shot: "...you let go first I."

Huey hesitated for a moment, and finally retracted the hand that was holding Qiu Yan.

"Have you finished dealing with the matter of the Lion King?" Qiu Yan changed the subject in embarrassment.

"He won't pester you again."

Qiu Yan remembered that when Hill said that the Lion King had taken a fancy to Huey, he suddenly said "Did you agree with me?", and before he could leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself.

Huey turned his head to look at him: "You want me to do this?"

Qiu Yan's mind turned quickly, and he immediately turned back: "Sill will be sad."

"What about you?" His voice was so soft that Qiu Yan couldn't distinguish his emotions.

I?Qiu Yan thinks who you like to sleep with is your freedom, it's none of my business...

After a long silence, Huey sighed in the darkness, and he turned his back to Qiu Yan: "Sleep."

"Oh, good night."

Even though they lived together peacefully overnight, Qiu Yan still didn't dare to sleep again, always on guard against accidents.On the contrary, Huey woke up very early, undid Hill's hypnosis before dawn, and left the bedroom.

I thought that he would be able to sleep for a while after he left, but about half an hour later Hill also got up, so Qiu Yan had to get dressed and followed Hill to the dining room before entering the room, and Huey was already waiting there .A word "lingering ghosts" came to Qiu Yan's mind, and he thought it was very suitable to describe the man behind the chief seat.

On a ten-meter-long dining table, three people eat, and seven or eight waiters take turns serving dishes and changing tableware. Even the square scarf on the chest is stuffed into the collar by hand.Although there are assistants busy on the set, but it is all work, and now being confessed like an ancestor, Qiu Yan is very uncomfortable.

Huey cut a piece of ham and was putting it on Hill's plate. From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Qiu Yan waiting for the maids to help him change the plate. Without even moving the fork, he asked the waiters to leave the restaurant and put the plate in person. The dinner plate was pushed in front of Qiu Yan so that he could grab it easily.

Hill was wondering about his father's abnormality today, and when he saw Qiu Yan's relieved expression on the opposite side, he understood, and put his chin on his face with a happy smile: "My father is so kind to my mother."

According to Hill, the "Queen" got seriously ill after giving birth to him. Huey invited famous doctors from all over the Weasel Country to cure him, but Huey sent the "Queen" to a far away place for treatment. This walk is 15 years.Qiu Yan thought for a while, and asked Hill in surprise, "Are you 15 years old?" Hill said that he was congenitally deficient and developed slower than his peers, so he still looked eight or nine years old.

Qiu Yan feels sorry for this child inexplicably, looking at him is like seeing himself in the past.Qiuyan's parents died early, if it wasn't for his aunt's adoption, he still doesn't know which orphanage he would have grown up quietly in.

For Hill's sake, Qiu Yan controlled the twitching veins on her forehead, and tried her best to play Huey's "wife" at the dinner table. After a brief breakfast, Qiu Yan felt that a century had passed.

After dinner, Huey went to the meeting hall to deal with government affairs, and Qiu Yan accompanied Hill to class.

The court teacher tailored courses for the little prince. In the morning, there were theoretical classes, including history and spells, and in the afternoon, fighting skills and archery.

Probably in order to perform well in front of his mother, Hill was very serious in class, and he answered all the teacher's questions correctly. The archery training was also perfect, but when it came to practicing martial arts, he was obviously unable to do what he wanted. After ten minutes of physical training, he could not Sweating profusely and being out of breath, it's poor.

"Teacher, please drink some water." Qiu Yan poured a glass of water and handed it to the martial arts teacher, wanting Hill to take a chance to catch his breath.

However, the teacher saw through his trick and remained unmoved: "The class is not over yet, so we will take a rest during the break."

Hill looked at Qiuyan, waved at him secretly, and told him not to confront the teacher head-on.

Qiu Yan recognized this teacher. He used to lead the king's army to fight when Xista became king, and also taught Huey to practice martial arts. Rely on the old, sell the old and listen to flattery.Qiu Yan seized the opportunity and continued to be courteous: "The back fall you demonstrated just now was too powerful, the speed was faster than lightning, and you didn't give the opponent any time to react. I have always regretted not being able to see the general's defeat on the battlefield with my own eyes. Demons, although I only taught Hill today, I still let my wish come true, and I have no regrets in this life!"

The teacher stroked the goatee a few times, and was noncommittal. Qiu Yan was sure that what he said just now was useful, so he continued his efforts: "Your Majesty often mentions the general to me, saying that you are good at guiding, I wonder if the general can teach me some tricks? "

The teacher coughed a few times: "Since the queen wants to learn, let me introduce you briefly."

"Thank you, General." When the big fish took the bait, Qiu Yan hurriedly sent Hill away, and took half of the training on his behalf.

After the class in the afternoon, the "mother and son" were so tired that they were sweating profusely, as if they were fished out of the water. Only after a severe reprimand did he restrain himself.

There are many rules in the royal family, and they must keep their appearance neat and tidy at all times. Qiu Yan thought about returning to the bathroom of the palace to take a bath after dinner, but the maids insisted on taking him to change into clean clothes before going to dinner.It was a waste of time to come and go again and again. They happened to meet Salem who had just come out of the conference hall in the corridor. He was still the same, with a serious face, interpreting "Strange people should not get close" with eyes that are not recognized by relatives.

Qiu Yan still remembered the confrontation outside the theater last night, and he really didn't want to meet Salem again if he could.Just as he was thinking wildly, Hill held his right hand firmly. The little guy didn't wear a hat on his head, and his ears pricked up involuntarily. It was obvious that he was too nervous to see Salem, but he pretended to be calm, with his head held high and his chest held high. The small body protects the mother.

Salem glanced at Qiu Yan, as if he was full of resentment ready to be released, but due to the difference between the monarch and his subjects, he still stood where he was, bowed to the queen and prince, and then left in a hurry with meteor strides.Every time he took a step forward, the marble floor echoed with the clang of iron shoes, making people disturbed.

After walking some distance away, Qiu Yan stretched out his hand to wrap around Hill's shoulder: "Thank you just now."

"I should thank my mother. You haven't had a good rest recently, and you pleaded with the teacher for me in the afternoon."

"Your health is not very good. He can't train like that at all. Let me discuss with your father to change the teacher."

Hill shook his head: "If I'm not congenital, I have to work harder. I want to become as strong as my father, and one day protect the people of the Weasel Kingdom from being violated."

Qiu Yan suddenly felt a little relieved: "It is a good thing to have ambition, and I will accompany you."

Hill stopped and stretched out his little finger to him: "Then let's pull the hook."

Qiu Yan smiled and hooked Hill's little hand with his little finger.

"My mother will always be by my side, and our family will never be separated again." Xie Wuliu's big eyes did not blink, and he completed the ceremony extremely seriously, and finally touched Qiuyan's with his thumb.

Qiu Yan didn't take this promise too seriously, and just took it as a way to coax the child: "Okay, we won't separate."

At the fork in the road, Qiu Yan had to go straight, but the maid pointed in another direction and said, "The queen please."

Qiu Yan didn't think she remembered the wrong way: "Isn't the restaurant going this way?"

The maid said: "His Majesty the Weasel King said that the Queen doesn't like to be disturbed by others, so he ordered us to hold a dinner in the study."

Hill was stunned, showing an expression of disbelief: "The study? Why is it there, are you not mistaken?"

Maid: "It's His Majesty's arrangement."

Qiu Yan made a gesture of invitation and asked the maid to lead the way: "Let's go, just go and have a look."

A group of people entered the study room, and there was a square table for ordinary people at the door. There were not many dishes and only five dishes, but they were all Qiu Yan's favorite food. He didn't know if it was a miracle or a coincidence.The food was still steaming, and it was just served, and the bursts of aroma tempted Qiu Yan to twitch his index finger, but the master hadn't arrived yet, so he could only stare at the cod and steak on the plate and swallow.

"Your Majesty is busy with business, so he won't come to the study. He asked you two to eat by yourself. If you have any orders, we will stand outside the door and wait for orders." The maid said, closing the door and going out.

Hill still hasn't recovered from the surprise: "Father never lets others into his study, what happened today?"

Qiu Yan cut the steak into two pieces, gave one to Hill, and ate the other with a plate, looking at the small study room with only ten square meters while eating.Compared to other rooms in the palace, this place is pitifully narrow, with bookshelves on three sides, leaving only one place in front of the window for a desk. The bathroom in Hill's bedroom is more than twice as large as this one.There is a thin layer of dust on the bookshelf. Huey probably hasn't been here for a while. If it's just to accommodate his habit of not wanting to be served, he can just find a room. Why did he choose this place?

In front of Hill, it was inconvenient for Qiu Yan to flip through Huey's personal belongings at will. He decided to check again when he had the opportunity.