The cannon fodder of quick time travel slaps the face and becomes a god

With the appearance of the protagonist in the center of the topic, the people below were completely boiling, screaming and struggling to push forward, wanting to appreciate the beauty at a closer distance, even if there were yamen servants with knives blocking them, it would not work at all.

"Hey! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you're going to fall!"

"Squeeze what? Hurry to reincarnate!"

"Damn it, it's the one pushing me!"

"what!!"

When Mu Xichen heard the slightly familiar voice of a young man, he looked down again in surprise, only to see that a child who was supposed to be detained at home to read and write, somehow changed into a servant clothes, huddled among the circle of burly men.

And because he was too thin, after being pushed back and forth a few times, he became a little unstable, and he was about to be pushed to the ground.

Under such circumstances, the public's emotions are boiling. I am afraid that it is good to cut off limbs, and even a careless life can be played!

Mu Xichen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't care if he would be too flamboyant, so he jumped down from the window, and the flying red clothes were blown up by the wind, turning him into a A hot, blooming bright rose, even the already slender waist was set off by the slightly swollen clothes, which made it even more unbearable to hold, coupled with his proud lightness, instantly grabbed the attention of everyone present, Even the limelight of the two prospective newcomers was almost concealed by him.

"look up!"

"Look at it!!"

"Ah, it's so beautiful, how do you cover your face? It must look better!"

Mu Xichen's excellent hearing is enough for him to hear those whispers that he thought were low, especially those people's overly fiery gazes made him feel a little irritated. He tapped a man's shoulder lightly with his toes, then bent down, Grabbing the back collar of the boy who was almost submerged by the crowd, he was lifted up, and with another force, he jumped back to the private room on the third floor.

Seeing this, Tsing Yi hastily lowered the window that was erected on the side, blocking all kinds of scrutiny from below.

Mu Xichen threw aside the embarrassed villain in his hand, and lay down on his seat again, looking at the bright footprints on his already dusty clothes, he curled his lips in disgust , "Tell me, how did you slip out?"

Chu Shao just felt that someone stepped on his body a few times, and he was in severe pain. In a blink of an eye, he was rescued by the collar. Although the technique was not gentle, it did save him from fire and water.

However, before he had time to thank him, he discovered that his benefactor was an acquaintance, an acquaintance who must not be offended, and immediately grimaced, "Ms. Ruan, I will come out for a while, really just for a while..."

He wiped the smudges on his face, stretched out his still somewhat pudgy fingers, brought his thumb and index finger closer together, made a small gesture, and slowly moved towards Mu Xichen, "Can you Can't you not tell Dad about the fact that I sneaked out? Really, just this time, I promise not to be an example, okay?"

Mu Xichen turned the person to the side, "Go, change your clothes, just like you, don't even think about getting out of bed when you go home today, Second Highness must open flowers on your ass, Tsing Yi, take him there Get the right clothes!"

Seeing that the child was dragged down reluctantly, he slightly pushed the window on the side upwards a gap, watched the dazzling color like fire gradually disappear at the end of the street, and then gently closed his eyes.

We're married, then, we can start...

Such a perfect husband-in-law, since Ye Qingcheng wants to grab it even if he doesn't hesitate to hurt others, then let him enjoy the "love" this husband gave him...

It was night, and there were miserable howls in the second prince's mansion, and Chu Shao's howls of ghosts and wolves came from the not-closed room. .

This little Highness, there will always be such a thing every three to five days, and it is commonplace to be punished.

Just looking at the situation this time, it seems that the punishment was extremely severe. I wonder if it was due to Mu Xichen's ordering Tsing Yi to "report truthfully"?

In contrast, there are laughter and laughter in Prince Cheng'an's mansion. Xiao Junrui is wearing a red robe, and he is constantly dealing with colleagues and friends who come to toast. Wen, "No, I can't drink any more, I will have a bridal chamber later, you guys are trying to get me drunk!"

Xiao Junrui drank another glass with a wry smile, and Xiao Junrui really felt powerless. Fortunately, few people really dared to make trouble. In the end, seeing that he was really dying, everyone showed mercy and let him go.

In the wedding room, Ye Qingcheng, who was also dressed in happy clothes, sat obediently on the bright red brocade quilt, her slender, white fingers kept stirring the sleeves under her hands nervously, and he tore out creases on the originally smooth fabric. It looks very pitiful.

He took several deep breaths, but was still very nervous, Ye Qingcheng had to stand up and slowly started pacing in the room.

It's his husband outside, and today is his wedding night...

Thinking of Xiao Junrui's handsome appearance and slender and muscular figure made his face feel hot, and thinking of what was about to happen made him even more distracted, and even his body began to weaken, so he had to find some Something else to divert attention from.

His eyes turned to the high piles of presents on the table, but his mind was involuntarily attracted by a narrow and long square box, which depicted his favorite peony, and its shape and color were very similar to his own. In the flowerpot of Yefu, the one I watched every day.

He picked up the box with plain hands, and it felt quite heavy, it was actually made of jade, I really don't know how the ingenious flowers were engraved on it.

The corner of Ye Qingcheng's mouth raised, and he gently opened the lid of the box, revealing the scroll inside.

It's only a half-meter-long scroll, made of mahogany, wrapped in pure white silk, with a red ribbon tied in the middle, it looks like... a painting?

Is it a peony picture again?

Or is it the authentic work of a master he admires?

Otherwise, it would not be placed in such a precious box.

Ye Qingcheng untied the knot, and slowly unfolded the whole picture scroll downwards, but he only opened less than a quarter of it. As if he had been scalded, he withdrew his hand abruptly, letting the white picture scroll fall to the ground, arousing A layer of flying dust.

After hitting the ground, the scroll scrolled to both sides according to the inertia, and soon the whole picture was revealed. The picture on it was a person, or a beauty, sitting on the railing, stretching out her white fingertips, teasing the brocade in the pond under her feet. carp.

There are only a few strokes, but they are very expressive, especially the slightly raised phoenix eyes, and the red eye tails that fly up to the blushing, but slightly down. Because of the movement, the collar is spread out, revealing half of the delicate collarbone, especially It was the feet without shoes and socks, lightly poking into the water, as if you could feel the thick water vapor through the painting.

If you just look at this painting, you can't help but praise it, it's absolutely stunning!

There is also the superb painting skills that are also impressive. The charm and charm of each stroke of the painting show the artist's ability and character. In terms of collection value alone, it may be worth ten thousand gold.

Such a gift is not invaluable, and it stands to reason that Ye Qingcheng should be happy, but at this moment, he shrank in the corner of the wall as if he had seen a ghost, staying far away from the painting, and refused to get closer.

Because the one painted on it was Ye Qingxuan!

Who the hell is... whose prank?

Ye Qingcheng hugged himself with both arms, trembling all over, thinking of hearing the news that the man had been tortured to death half a year ago, he felt chills all over his body, could it be... Ye Qingxuan really came back to seek revenge on him?

No wonder he was so afraid. Ye Qingxuan was weak since he was a child, and he was disliked by his father, so he never let him go out. It can be said that no one has seen his true face except those maids, so Outsiders even thought that Ye Bohan only had one stunning brother named Ye Qingcheng.

And those maids and women are all ordinary servants, and they don't know how to paint at all.

Let me ask, how can a person who has never been seen by a painter be depicted so vividly?

What's more, judging from this brushwork, it must be a famous artist in the dynasty. How can such a person paint a picture for a brother who stays at home?

Is there really a ghost?

He tremblingly wanted to pick it up and burn it, but after working hard for a long time, his legs and feet were still weak, and he couldn't get up from the ground at all, until he vaguely heard footsteps coming from outside, he seemed to pick up the huge thing. With courage, he rushed forward and rolled up the scroll and stuffed it under the bed.

As soon as he got up straight, before he could breathe calmly, Xiao Junrui swayed and pushed the door in. He blinked hard with his reddish eyelids, and then he focused on it, and walked towards Ye Qingcheng unsteadily, "Qingcheng...my... Qingcheng, slightly..."

Ye Qingcheng took over the limp body of the man, before he could say anything, he was pushed down on the bed vigorously by the man.

Candle tents warm the night**.

The next day, neither of them got up until Chen Shi, which shows how fierce the battle was yesterday.

Xiao Junrui is newly married, and according to the rule of the court, he enjoys a three-day holiday, and the third prince also knows that he has admired Ye Qingcheng for a long time. As a close friend and trusted subordinate, he obviously would not choose to disturb at such a time.

As usual.

So when Xiao Junrui was woken up by the loud knocking on the door, it was rare for him not to care about self-cultivation and scolded his mother, and wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but the man outside obviously wouldn't let him go so easily, "My lord! My lord! Come out quickly, something serious has happened! My lord! Your Highness is calling urgently!"

Xiao Junrui rolled around on the bed, even pressed a pillow on his head, until he couldn't bear it any longer, then he got out of bed with a dark face and opened the door. The boy outside knocked on the door too fast and too hard, so he was not in a hurry, so he beat him directly. on his chest.

"You have no eyesight! If you have something to say, hurry up! If there is nothing important, you dare to disturb the interest of the master, and see if the master will not pick your skin!"

A man who is angry with getting up is quite scary. When he was aroused by his anger, the boy even forgot to react for a moment. Shouting in dismay, "There is a problem with the salt transportation in the south of the Yangtze River. All our private salt was exposed overnight. The salt transportation envoy has already committed suicide. The Third Highness is furious. Please come over!"

"What..." Xiao Junrui's drowsiness disappeared suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he even took a step back when his feet softened.

If... if this matter is exposed, let alone their relatives, even ten lives are not enough to pay for it!

He turned around and rushed back into the room, he brought something back in a flustered movement, the jingling of the bells was so lively, Ye Qingcheng was also awakened by the noise, poked his head out from the gauze tent, rubbed his eyes that were still a little sore, Looking at the hot-tempered man, he asked puzzled, "It's still early, what is husband going to do?"

However, Xiao Junrui's mind was full of the news just now, his brain was buzzing and trembling, he didn't hear what he said at all, he barely got dressed, even before he had time to tie his belt, he rushed out the door, leaving Ye Qingcheng alone inexplicably .

If you lose your husband's company on the second day of your wedding, you will feel a little bit lost in your heart.

He got out of the bed with his still sore waist, and suddenly remembered the painting yesterday. He ignored the protest from his waist, and half knelt down while leaning on the edge of the bed. However, he stretched out his hand for a long time, but he couldn't touch the thing.

What about painting?

He got down on his stomach and looked at the bottom of the bed following the sunlight from the window, but there was nothing inside except his brocade embroidered shoes.

Could it be that he really misremembered yesterday?There is no such painting at all?

Or...was that just a dream he had?

Ye Qingcheng suddenly became a little uncertain. Except for the husband and wife, no one entered the room last night. Could it be that he was really nervous, so he had hallucinations?

Leaving aside the entanglement and worries on his side, Mu Xichen slept soundly and soundly. Seeing that the weather today was better than ever before, he sighed slightly, "I hope that this wedding gift of mine, you will I like it, heh, happy wedding..."