There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

The garden became quiet again, but this time everyone was frightened by the sudden appearance of the young man and Ye Zhizhou who was howling for some reason.

"Don't you want to?" The young man slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head slightly, his black hair fell from his back across his shoulders and fell on his chest, blending into the black robe with gold patterns, "De'an, push me over."

The ordinary-looking middle-aged eunuch respectfully responded, and slowly pushed him in front of Ye Zhizhou.

Before the opponent was slightly blocked by flowers and trees, he didn't feel it, but now that he came close, the sense of danger became more and more serious.Ye Zhizhou instinctively tensed his back, clenched his hands unconsciously, and drove the rattle to make a dull knocking sound.

The eyes of the black-robed boy moved to his hand, his slender eyelashes moved, and the hand on his lap was raised again, but it was towards his hand. During the movement, the wide sleeve slid down, revealing a pale and slender body. Thin wrist, "This snare drum..." White and long fingers touched the back of his hand and pressed slightly, "Is it for me?"

The place on the back of the hand that was pressed was cool, and the place where the other party looked at it was also a little cool.He couldn't help moving, but he didn't pull away completely. His eyes swept over the golden crown in the young man's hair and the complicated golden dark lines on his belt, suppressing the creepy feeling in his head, and said in a low voice, "Eighth Prince?"

"Don't you give me this?" The young man slowly withdrew his hand, looked straight at him, and suddenly stood up with both hands on the armrest of the wheelchair, a morbid blush appeared on his delicate face, "You Why don't you come over?"

Ye Zhizhou was going to be frightened crazy by this weird boy. It was obviously a warm spring and the scenery in the garden was first-class. There was even a scent of flowers brought by the warm wind in the air. His eyes and tone of voice made him feel that he was at the lakeside after snow in winter, the scenery was cold, the wind was cold, the air was cold, even people were getting cold.

After standing up, the young man became more and more eye-catching. The black robe and gold belt, which was so thick and oppressive, felt light and ungraspable when worn on him.Step by step, he walked slowly in front of Ye Zhizhou, staring at him with his dark eyes motionless, raised his hand, put it on his shoulder, then slowly leaned over, resting his head on the position of his heart , closed his eyes, "I caught you, you are mine now."

what the hell!

Some guessed the identity of the other party, Ye Zhizhou didn't dare to move, just stood stiffly, because of the nervousness, he began to scurry around his body, "Um... do you want this rattle? You step back a little, and I will send it to you." You." The other party is obviously just a young boy who is half a head shorter than himself, but the strange aura around him makes him feel weak unconsciously, it's embarrassing!What a shame!

The strength on the shoulders increased slightly, and then slowly moved towards the neck.

...Why are you hugging even tighter!A faint scent of medicine radiated from the young man, and then drifted into his nose along the warm wind. He raised his neck uncomfortably, and looked at the middle-aged eunuch standing beside the wheelchair, "Mr. De'an, your master! ..."

Suddenly there was a faint tingling sensation at the back of the neck, and then the brain suddenly sank, the body softened, and the mental power around him gradually stagnated, "You..." He lowered his head in surprise, and looked at the girl who was leaning in his arms. The young man's body gradually weakened, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

The other teenagers in the garden watched Ye Zhizhou fainted, hugged by the boy in black and sat in a large wheelchair together, and then pushed away by the silent eunuch along the path full of flowers, they were dumbfounded.

"Ahhh! An Chengle was taken away by a monster!" Mr. Liu, who had mocked Ye Zhizhou before, suddenly screamed, breaking the strange calm in the garden.The other teenagers came back to their senses one after another, looked at each other in panic, their faces were full of bewilderment and bewilderment.

A gray-haired eunuch suddenly led a large group of guards in black robes into the garden, and announced, "Today's small banquet is over, please leave with these guards. The rewards from the emperor have been sent to your houses. Don't say what you have to say, otherwise..."

The teenagers with little life experience were frightened by his meaningful tone and the sudden weird smile, they all lowered their heads and kept silent, obediently like quails huddled in their nests.

The eunuch smiled in satisfaction, waved to the guard behind him, turned around and chased in the direction the boy left.

When Ye Zhizhou woke up, he found that he had arrived at home. Mrs. Zhen Guogong was sitting beside his bed and weeping silently. There was a tall man standing beside the bed a few steps away. looks.

"Yan'er, it's not that I'm cruel. Now that the imperial decree has been issued, there's nothing I can do about it as a husband."

Lou Yanqi, the wife of Lord Zhen Guo, wiped away her tears, pleading and fearful in her voice, "Is there really no other way? Le'er just entered the palace for a day and came back lying down. If she lives in the palace in the future... ..."

"If it really doesn't work..." Zhenguo Public Security Wenhua looked at his wife whose eyes were swollen from crying, sighed, stepped forward to hug her, patted her back comfortingly, thought for a while and said, "I'll ask for it tomorrow. Your Majesty is looking to see if you can choose another companion, Cheng Jie is much better than Le Er in terms of literary talent, so it should be possible..."

Um?Substitution? !

"No! Cough, cough, cough..." She spoke too hastily, and choked on her saliva sadly.He sat up and calmed down, and hurriedly said, "I am willing to be the eighth prince's companion, father, please don't disobey the imperial decree for me!" Also don't change the protagonist, the seventh prince is still nesting in the palace !

Lou Yanqi helped him to follow his back with distress, and she was uneasy and anxious when she heard the words, "You are so brave, you are so easy to be a companion, not to mention that this time the eighth prince asked that the companion must live in the house." In the palace, with your temperament, you just lie down and come back today, and later, later..." As he spoke, he choked up again, and tears fell again.

"Mother." With a serious expression on his face, he held her hand and said seriously, "The eighth prince has a weird temperament. If we rashly ask for a replacement, we may offend him. The emperor attaches so much importance to the eighth prince now. The love of the child at that time...Father, mother, the spring has just passed, and the imperial examination will be held soon, I can't hold back my elder brother at this time."

Lou Yanqi was stunned when she heard the words, while An Wenhua looked at him in surprise, her serious expression softened a lot, she raised her hand to touch his head, and sighed, "Le'er has grown up and knows that he has thought about his family. It is not easy for the prince to be a companion, have you thought about it?"

"Think it over, and I will work hard to do it well." He solemnly promised, then looked at Lou Yanqi, and took her hand, "Mother, just obey me..."

Lou Yanqi leaned over to hug him, crying more and more sadly, "You silly child..."

Finally coaxed away the crying mother and serious-looking father, he lay down on the bed, pulled his sleeves and wiped his face, turned over and touched the pillow, "Tongtian?"

A purse embroidered with black gold thread by the pillow suddenly trembled, he was taken aback, took the purse over and opened it, and saw Tong Tian lying in it, with a small note next to it.A faint scent of ink mixed with the scent of medicine came over, he frowned, took out the note and unfolded it.

"When I wake up, you have to be here. Mingyong."

Yan Mingyong, the eighth son of the emperor, the last son of the emperor, whose biological mother is Hui Jieyu, was born with poison and has been in poor health. When he was 11 years old, he accidentally drank the poison thrown by the rebels to the emperor. Although he saved his life , but turned into a super sick child who would collapse in the wind.The emperor felt very guilty and cared for him, he almost responded to every request, and he was one of the few nobles in the palace who could not be offended.

What a super sick young man who collapses when the wind blows, and he is quite skilled in drugging.

"Yan, Ming, Yong." He gritted his teeth gloomily, raised his hand to touch the stabbed place on the back of his neck, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "13 years old but dressed like 33 years old, dare to scare people, wait for the master to enter Gong, you wait for me!"

The next day, An Chengsheng came back from a trip, and as soon as he got home, he hurried to Ye Zhizhou's yard, stuffed all the luggage that the boys had packed almost back into the cabinet, and said angrily, "My future, An Chengsheng, does not need my brother's life. Change! Stop it for me!"

Ye Zhizhou looked at this handsome, gentle and cheap brother, but he really couldn't put his concerned face at this time into the cold-blooded brother in the material who didn't care about his younger brother for the sake of the protagonist.

"Brother." He signaled Changshun and Changfu to go out, got up and took a step forward, pressed An Chengsheng, who was glaring at him angrily, into a chair and sat down, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, and said earnestly, "There is nothing to accompany the reading." There is room for maneuver, brother, calm down."

"How do you want me to calm down!" Pounding the table bitterly, An Chengsheng's face was full of anxiety, "You don't know, Lele, the Eighth Prince Yan Mingyong is not as simple as it seems on the surface. He seldom appeared in front of people before. It's not all because you're too sick to get out of bed, but—"

The door was pushed open with a bang, and the black-robed boy sitting in the wheelchair looked straight at An Chengsheng's direction, his eyes filled with unknown emotions, "But what? An Shizi."

An Chengsheng's complexion suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Ye Zhizhou's arm and pulled him behind to block him. The gentle aura on his body suddenly sank and became fierce, "Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, please stay safe."

"Don't come here without any harm." Yan Mingyong propped up the armrest of the wheelchair and stood up, with a slow smile on his face, "The Jiangnan fraud case, the Huainan salt smuggling case, Fang Tong from the Ministry of Punishment, Wen Qian from the Ministry of Officials, Yuan Chunyi from the Ministry of Households, Xi Jun Zuoying Yang Youcai... Is this enough?"

An Chengsheng's body shook, his eyes were filled with horror, his body was tense, his hands were fisted, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.How would the eighth prince know about these secret things and the secret stakes that the eldest prince buried in various ministries? !Is there a traitor among my own people?

The more confused Ye Zhizhou stepped out, he frowned slightly, "What are you talking about?" What kind of fraud case and private salt case, he didn't remember that it was mentioned in the system?Could it be that Tongtian started to collapse again?

[Please trust the system. ]

He ignored the light screen, looked at Yan Mingyong outside the door, grinned with a full stomach, and said affectionately, "His Royal Highness, have you come to listen to the story?"

Yan Mingyong looked at his smile, his eyes flickered, he stepped in slowly, stopped suddenly before taking two steps, bent over and coughed, then covered his lips with one hand and supported the door frame with one hand, and slowly fell to the ground.

The smile on Ye Zhizhou's face froze, and when he saw him looking weak and about to die, the alarm bells rang in his heart, he rushed over and knelt down to help him, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" But don't hang up now!If it hangs here, the emperor must destroy the Zhen Guogong Mansion!

With another shallow cough, Yan Mingyong took away the hand covering his mouth, grabbed his arm with all his strength, leaned over, with blood on the corner of his mouth, but a very satisfied smile on his face, "grab again It's your turn...you are mine, mine."

The scent of the medicine started to drill into his nose again, he looked down at the blood stained on his sleeve, then at the boy's ghostly pale face and the bloodshot corners of his mouth, he choked.What to do, the Eighth Prince is a psychopath, accompanying him in reading or something, is it too late for him to repent now?