Grumpy emperor dressed as my second personality

Jiang Chi stared at Zhao Chen, and Zhao Chen stared at his captain of the guard, frowning.

Zhao Chen's psychology: believe him?

Jiang Chi clenched the phone with his right hand, his heart raised to his chest, and he nodded unconsciously, Zhao Chen, believe me.

Zhao Chen glanced at the red palm in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and raised his head again, his dark eyes were firm and indifferent, "Come on, take Jing An down!"

Jing An, the captain of the guard kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Jiang Chi breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Chen finally chose to believe him.

Zhao Chen's right arm was bandaged again, and he went back to the bedroom and changed into new clothes. When changing clothes, the figure of the original version of Zhao Chen who only wore a pair of obscene trousers was very different from that of Xiaotuanzi.

The skin on Zhao Chen's body is fairer than his face, and he is tall and tall. The lines of his chest and abdominal muscles between a boy and a mature man are like a freehand landscape, clear and smooth, and formed in one go.

When turning his back, Jiang Chi gasped

Zhao Chen's back was covered with large and small scars, and there was the most serious one, which looked like a knife wound, from the left shoulder to the right buttock, the scar was hidden on the edge of the obscene pants.

Yes, Zhao Chen joined the army at the age of 13. He is an unfavored prince. All the honors in the army are earned by himself. Swords have no eyes. Get out of the way?

After changing his clothes, Zhao Chen went back to the study. Jiang Chi followed Zhao Chen, looking at the broad-shouldered figure of the young man. Zhao Chen was only about his age, and he had endured much more than him.

All the instruments of torture in the Heavenly Prison have been moved to the study room. Jing An took off the red fish-patterned bodyguard uniform, and was tied to the torture rack in only underwear. Zhao Chen nodded. The sound of the wind hit Jing An, and then there was a red bloodstain on the white obscene clothes.

Jing An gritted his teeth, and refused to say a word. The two guards whipped each other, almost seamlessly, without giving Jing An any chance to breathe, and Jing An's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

In the already gloomy weather, the study room was dimly lit, and it was like a dungeon that never sees the light of day.

Within a few minutes, Jing An's white underwear was completely red with blood, his face was swept by the whip a few times, his hair was disheveled, while Zhao Chen sat in front of the desk with a dark face, with his uninjured left forearm propped on the table , watching Jing An's cruel torture process coldly.

Zhao Chen got up suddenly, walked to the side of the execution frame, and signaled the executioner to stop. He stood in front of Jing An and raised Jing An's chin. Jing An's face was pale and his lips were white.

Zhao Chen stared at Jing An's hard-to-focus eyes, and exerted force with his left hand: "Say, are you cooperating with the second prince?"

Jing An lingered on his last breath, shaking his head weakly and coughing: Your Majesty, I am wronged, please see clearly.

Zhao Chen snorted coldly, turned around and picked up the red soldering iron in the charcoal fire, turned around the next second, the soldering iron was right in front of Jing An's right eyes, as if feeling the stinging heat, Jing An almost backed away suddenly, Zhao Chen's injured right hand He grabbed Jing An's hair and pulled him back. The red soldering iron was only 1 centimeter away from Jing An's right eyelid, and Jiang Chi's heart was lifted.

No matter how gentle Zhao Chen was when he was alone with him, he was still an out-and-out tyrant in the face of court disputes and conspiracies.

Even Jing An, who didn't even cry out under the caning, was also forced to tremble by Zhao Chen at this moment, trying to contain the distance between himself and the branding iron.

Zhao Chen is as tall as Jing An, with his chin raised slightly, staring at Jing An with cold black eyes: That year I suffered a back injury, and it was your mother who killed the only cow in the family for a hundred days. I make up for myself.

Hearing Zhao Chen mentioning his mother, Jing An was discouraged almost instantly, as if his soul had been sucked out. The man with the hardest bones shed the first tear of the day: Yes, yes, it was the second prince. My life is in danger, my crime is unforgivable!

With a bang, Zhao Chen threw the soldering iron back into the stove, grabbed the clothes on Jing An's chest and pulled him in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: You have been with me for five years!

Jiang Chi felt distressed all of a sudden, Jing An should have accompanied Zhao Chen all the way to the throne, but he was still defeated by the conspiracy.

Zhao Chen asked Jing An to sign and draw a pledge, and then issued an order to arrest the second prince. Zhao Chen raised his head and closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at Jing An again: You betrayed me, and I can no longer keep you, but I promise you, Your mother is my mother.

This seemed to be the ending that Jing An didn't expect. Although his hands and feet were bound and he couldn't kneel down, he still lowered his head and saluted Zhao Chen: Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En!

The study returned to silence, the eunuch cleaned up the blood left on the floor, Zhao Chen sat at the desk, not overjoyed that the second prince had been arrested, as if his soul had been sucked away.

Jiang Chi can understand Zhao Chen's current mood, the best brother betrayed you.

Jiang Chi reached out to touch the head of the original version of Zhao Chen for the first time, because the current Zhao Chen is no longer as heroic as before, he is so low-key now, and needs company so much.

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, raised his head, smiled wryly, and opened his heart to him for the first time: Jing An is three years older than me, and his family is in the northern border. Because the northern border has been in constant war for years, Jing An is a bloody man who was drafted into the army. Defend the country.When I was 13 years old and just went to the northern border to join the army, I ate, lived and trained with Jing An. At that time, no one knew that I was a prince, and neither did Jing An.

Although I have two older brothers and one younger brother, the family affection in the palace is weaker than water. It was not until I met Jing An that I felt that I had an older brother.I had a long knife wound on my back, and I was almost dead at the time, it was Jing An who dragged me out of the dead.

We were separated from the main force, and Jing An carried me home all the way. In such a cold winter, he gave me the cotton coat, and he himself wore a single suit.Jing'an's mother killed the only cow in the family to make soup for me to nourish my body, but after more than a month, I was alive and well again.

Zhao Chen recalled bits and pieces of the past, and Jiang Chi saw bits and pieces of the picture from Zhao Chen's words.

Zhao Chen: I have been on the throne for two years, and there are countless people who want to kill me. Jing An has been protecting me with his life, but he doesn't want to kill him in the end.

Zhao Chen took a deep breath: Tell me, who else can I trust?

Jiang Chi looked at the last line of words that appeared above Zhao Chen's head, feeling sore and aching in his heart. It's no wonder that Zhao Chen doubted him. If Zhao Chen wasn't so meticulous and suspicious, he might have died long ago.

Jiang Chi patted his head, you can still trust me.

Zhao Chen smiled wryly: You may not know, I even doubted you, I can hardly trust anyone around me.

Jiang Chi touched his left hand, I know, I know, but I don't blame you.

Zhao Chen looked at him through the screen as if he would look for the camera when he became an older child: Thank you.

Heart +1

Jiang Chi's heart melted all of a sudden. Looking at Zhao Chen, who was full of melancholy in the corners of his eyes and brows, he stretched out his hand to smooth his slightly frowning brows. If you really want to thank me, please be happy, okay?

Zhao Chen raised his head: luckily it's not you, luckily I can still trust you.

Heart +3

Zhao Chen's psychology: [heart/]

Heart +5

Jiang Chi didn't expect that the long-awaited hearts would appear on the screen one after another like this. When the pink hearts surround a small dumpling, the screen is full of cuteness, and when they surround with small wings When he was a handsome young man, he was so warm, so beautiful, so resembling... the appearance of love, the appearance of first love.

I don't know why, but Jiang Chi just has this feeling.

The author has something to say:

If there is a solo younger sister, let’s take away today’s first love (the big crab)

If the younger sister already has a first love, she can no longer give her first love, um... a soldering iron? (bu waiter →)

Thank you for the thunder of the babies, I also love you with all my heart, biu~