[Quick travel] It's all because the host is so charming

A month later, the Song family held two weddings at the same time, which made headlines and trending searches within a short time.In fact, what is strange is not that the two brothers hold a wedding together, but that they both marry famous people, such as Shu Yun, a superstar in the entertainment industry, and Jing Yizhi, the current CEO of the Jing Group. two.

When Shu Yun got married, her stomach was already half the size of a ball. Song Ji wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly with the other hand, leading him slowly onto the red carpet. Rushuang's eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as spring breeze blowing water.

Song Qi and Jing Yizhi followed closely behind, and a small exclamation erupted at the scene.Song Qi didn't wear a suit today, but chose to wear a wedding dress. The spun skirt dragged long behind her, and the thin diamonds in it shone dazzlingly, like a beautiful silver mermaid. An illusion, as if returning to that unforgettable New Year's party, the prince and Snow White finally walked together.

It can be regarded as fulfilling one of my wishes, and I would like to commemorate the place where the love between him and Jing Yi began.

After finishing his long oath, the pastor finally looked up at the two newlyweds who had attracted much attention, and said solemnly in a deep and slow voice: "...Doyou?"

"Ido..."

I am willing to have a happy evening with you.

I am also willing to spend the rest of my life with you till the end of life.

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After 50 years--

Jing Yizhi slowly closed his eyes on the hospital bed.

Song Qi held his hanging hand, put it on her lips and kissed it lightly.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the target character's life value is 0, and the memory will be automatically cleared after 1 minute, and enter the next world...]

50 years ago, Song Qi failed to reach 100 blackening points, and was forced to stay in this world; 50 years later, Jing Yizhi's heart stopped beating, and Song Qi had been with him for 50 years, barely completing the task .At that time, they already had a pair of sons and daughters who were successful in their careers, and they could walk without any scruples, which can be said to be the end of their lives.

【Let's go...】

Song Qi smiled and closed her eyes.

The original world fell apart behind him.

It fell into the palm of the handsome man like a broken mirror and turned into powder.

"Si Ming, I can't wait." He lowered his eyes that were as bright as the sun, moon and stars, and sighed, "Hurry up, I just want to see him soon, when will this game be available?" Finish?"

"Hurry up, Lord Lord God." If Song Qi was present, he would definitely find that the man below looked very similar to 007's face, "This is the last world, and the game will be over when all six spirit beads are collected. Now, the last spirit bead, I need you to give it to him personally when the time comes."

"Well," the white-clothed man on the high platform took a sip of wine wearily, narrowed his eyes and said, "Then let's start."

......

Song Qi seemed to be in a dream. In the dream, he was crying, laughing, angry, crazy... All the scenes flashed through his mind like a horse on a horse, but he didn't care about it anyway. I can't see the eyes of the person on the other side.

Suddenly, two extremely gloomy and long ancient bells rang by my ears.

Song Qi woke up from the heavy dream, and suddenly opened her eyes.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching the new plane~] 007's pleasant voice sounded in his mind, [In this plane, you, the host, have only one task, and that is...to keep your throne. 】

【What?What? Excuseme?Can you say that again? 】Song Qi was full of question marks, 【Where did I get the throne?What king?Burger King? 】

007: […]

"Your Highness, you're awake." Before Song Qi could wait for 007's reply, he heard a very gentle voice, like a feather brushing by his ear, which made people couldn't help but catch it That fleeting touch.

Song Qi's dark eyes slowly turned to the source of the voice beside the bed.

The man sitting on the side of the bed with his temples propped up has an undoubted good looks, with sharp sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, narrow and long peach blossom eyes shining brightly, straight nose bridge like a sharp knife, and thin angular lips. .....He has a monstrous appearance that overwhelms the country and the city.

Sensing that Song Qi was looking at him, he bent over with a smile that wasn't a smile, and his black hair like a waterfall was not restrained by a hair ornament. It fell from his straight shoulders and swept across Song Qi's face, leaving a tingling numbness. Numb itching.

Song Qi was bewildered by the beauty, and was stunned for a while, turning into a humanoid sculpture that only knows how to laugh.

"No way..." The man laughed, as if he thought it was funny, he pinched Song Qi's chin and turned around, his sharp eyes were hidden under the playful expression, which made people feel a little creepy for no reason With a chill, "Your Highness, are you pretending to have amnesia with me?"

Song Qi didn't expect this at first, but after he mentioned it, he suddenly felt that pretending to have amnesia is really a good way to protect himself—especially for a rookie like him who has just arrived and hasn't figured out anything. Word.

"You...what are you talking about?" Song Qi blinked her big eyes, making up her mind to pretend to be stupid, "Who... who is Your Highness? You... and who are you?"

Just after he finished asking this sentence, the man's expression darkened extremely quickly, his playfulness and patience just now disappeared, he waved his large sleeve robe, and said in a deep voice to the door, "Come here, Imperial Physician Xuan. "

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The time for a cup of tea passed, and I saw a group of old doctors with white hair and beards kneeling in the hall, shaking like chaff.

"So...according to your opinion, after His Highness fell into the cold lake, it is very likely that he lost his memory?"

The man was dressed in cloud-patterned clothes, playing with the high-quality white jade porcelain cup in his hand, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of hostility.

"Return...return to your lord, it's...exactly so." The leading imperial physician hunched over and didn't even dare to look at him.

Song Qi was puzzled, obviously calling "Your Highness" at him, but these people seem to be more afraid of him, who is this person?

There was only a crisp sound of "pa", and the white jade porcelain cup, which was intact one second, fell to pieces on the ground the next second, and the man's cold and stern eyes slowly swept across the ground, kneeling into a black mass The person in the room smiled and said: "Can it still be cured?"

The hall was silent, no one dared to respond.

"A bunch of trash!" Song Qi didn't know why he was so angry, that beautiful face was stained with a gloomy and terrifying look, as if a bloody mouth had grown from the stamen of a rose, "Get lost!"

The elderly imperial physicians scrambled to rush out, their legs and feet were so nimble that they did not look like old men over half a century old.

Song Qi lay on the bed, not daring to move, for fear that she would become the next victim.

But there was no one else in the temple except him, and it seemed that he was condemned for this crime no matter what.

There was the sound of light and slow pacing around, and Song Qi's heart began to beat violently again and again.

Who knew that the man just sat down beside his bed, gently held Song Qi's hand, and said softly: "Since Your Highness has lost his memory, let me introduce myself again."

Song Qi didn't expect him to change his face so quickly, he froze for a moment, lost in those familiar eyes.

"My humble servant, Mu Che, is the only son of the Mu family. Since he was 16 years old, he has entered the palace as an Imperial scholar. After the death of the late emperor, he entrusted me with the post of regent and entrusted me to assist His Highness well." His voice seemed to have some kind of magical power. Opening the mouth gives people the desire to be convinced, "It's just that I didn't expect that the heavens are not beautiful, and now His Highness has only been enthroned for less than half a month, and such a sad event has happened... Forgive me for being incompetent, and I can't do it for Your Highness." Share your worries."

The grief in his eyes did not seem to be fake, Song Qi was a little confused by him, and the little doubt that had arisen before gradually dissipated.

"Ahem..." Song Qi pretended to clear her throat, slowly got up from the bed with her arms propped up, and sat cross-legged, "That...Mu Aiqing don't belittle yourself, I... now I am lonely and helpless, and I have forgotten many things, I think I will have to rely on Aiqing for guidance everywhere in the future."

This time it was Mu Che's turn to be stunned.

In his memory, this cowardly and incompetent little prince hated him to the core, so how could he call himself "Ai Qing", could it be... did he really lose his memory?

That's good, it can save him a lot of unnecessary thoughts.

After all, what he needs is a puppet, not a thoughtful blade.

"Your Highness, don't worry, I'm on standby at any time, willing to solve your problems."

"Well," Song Qi nodded seriously, and waved his hands, "I understand Aiqing's heart, let's step back."

"Of order." Mu Che stepped back while bowing with his hands behind his back, with an unpredictable look hidden outside the hall.

This little emperor... is indeed a little different. He used to be at least on guard against himself, but now... he is so cute.

After Mu Che left, Song Qi crossed her legs and thought about it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: Damn, he is not material to be an emperor at all.

But 007 said that his mission in this world is to keep the throne...

"Alas..." Song Qi couldn't help but began to sigh.

This will not work.

Since ancient times, the royal family has been a shura field where open and secret fights are fought, and he can't beat others in terms of scheming; in terms of IQ, he is also slightly inferior.Song Qi clearly realized that there was only one way to stay safe in such a bloody environment: hold the golden thigh tightly.

As long as the thighs are selected well, you are not afraid that you will not be full tomorrow.

That Mu Che just now is obviously a good candidate for the golden thigh.

But his temper is really volatile. Song Qi thinks that he is a coward and doesn't dare to provoke such a person who lives like a ticking time bomb, so he plans to take advantage of these two days to investigate other people. Candidates.