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In the year when Chen Jingyu was weak, he attended Prime Minister Wang's birthday banquet with the Chen family.

The current prime minister is a loyal minister who wholeheartedly protects the lord, and is the person Li Zhiying most wants to win over.

With the help of the prime minister, Li Zhiying has allies, and his great cause can take a big step forward.

The officials and people who came to celebrate the birthday trampled on the slate of Prime Minister Wang's house, and Chen Jingyu was mixed in the crowd, no one would pay attention to him, the humble son of the Chen family.

In another quarter of an hour, the dead men under Li Zhiying's banner would start an assassination campaign. The swords would point directly at Prime Minister Wang, but in the end it would be Chen Jingyu's chest.

Prime Minister Wang was a man of righteousness. When he was down and down, he was given a bowl of water by an old woman and kept talking about it for more than ten years. If Chen Jingyu became his savior, he would come out to repay him.

At that time, Chen Jingyu would naturally recommend Li Zhiying to Prime Minister Wang. This move was dangerous, and Chen Jingyu was required to fight with his life. If the dead man's sword was a little deeper, Chen Jingyu would definitely die on the spot.

There are so many people in the world who are afraid of death, Chen Jingyu frankly admits that he is also terrified.

However, just last night, he finally revealed the secret that had been buried in his heart for many years. He was afraid that if he didn't say it again, there would be no place for his beating heart to vent.

He showed his heart to Li Zhiying—everything he did was for Li Zhiying, wanting Li Zhiying to recognize him, wanting Li Zhiying to smile at him.

He didn't expect Li Zhiying to respond to him, but simply wanted to tell the feelings that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.

"Third Highness, you took me away from the Chen family six years ago, and I swear that I will only serve you in this life, live for you, die for you, have no complaints or regrets, and are willing."

He spoke so sincerely, as if he wanted to show Li Zhiying his heart.

Li Zhiying was not surprised, he seemed to have seen through Chen Jingyu's mind with those eyes as deep as the sea in the little things he got along with.

He only gently hugged Chen Jingyu into his arms, smoothed Chen Jingyu's back that was constantly heaving due to tension with his big palm, and then whispered in Chen Jingyu's ear in a bewitching manner, "When the great cause is accomplished, this hall will never sorry for you."

Because of this light promise, Chen Jingyu changed from a person who was greedy for life and fear of death to a fearless person.

Even though he was afraid that the cold sharp blade would pierce his chest and possibly take his life, he went forward resolutely.

No one would care about his whereabouts, Chen Jingyu lowered his head slightly and approached Prime Minister Wang.

He walked slowly, avoiding all the guests, but someone wanted to bump into him.

This blow was neither serious nor severe, but still knocked Chen Jingyu into a staggered two steps. When he stabilized his figure, he heard a voice like the breeze and bright moon, "Did it hurt you?"

Chen Jingyu looked up, and saw a tall man in front of him, with black hair and high tufts, wearing a purple flowing robe, a belt that outlined his slender waist and long legs, and a piece of translucent white jade, one could tell his identity with just one glance the honorable.

But what made Chen Jingyu stunned was the man's face, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose and red lips, like the anger coming towards him from the rising sun.

Chen Jingyu is a person who lives in the dark and has never seen the light, so he was only amazed by the person in front of him for a moment, and then he immediately looked away.

He had no intention of wasting time on these trivial matters, and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Unexpectedly, the man didn't let him go immediately, but looked at him carefully and asked, "Where are you looking for a job, I have never seen you before."

Chen Jingyu didn't have an official position, so he said perfunctorily, "I just followed my father to celebrate the prime minister's birthday."

"Which son?" The man refused to let go.

Chen Jingyu was impatient in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, "My father, Chen Jin, is the prefect of the capital."

He was concerned about the task, and he didn't want to say any more, trying to avoid this strange man who was too good-looking with a cold face.

Holding his way with slender and fair hands, the person in front of him said confidently, "My name is Li Zhiyuan, and I am the Seventh Prince of the Southern Dynasty. You should know me."

Chen Jingyu's heart moved. He naturally knew the Seventh Prince of the Southern Dynasty, but it was the first time he met him in these years. He remembered seeing Li Zhiyuan's portrait three years ago. Seeing it, Li Zhiyuan looked more and more extraordinary, but he didn't recognize it.

But what made Chen Jingyu really remember Li Zhiyuan was his grandfather of the three generations of elders and his loyal ministers.

I heard that Li Zhiyuan has no interest in political affairs, he has lived for nineteen years, and only loves traveling. Last year, he left a letter and went on a trip. He did not return to Beijing until last month.

The emperor had always doted on this young son and couldn't bear to be harsh, so he just punished him symbolically and grounded him for seven days.

Although Li Zhiyuan's mind is not on the throne, he is still Li Zhiying's formidable enemy. In addition, Chen Jingyu was oppressed by his son-in-law in Chen's residence, so it was inevitable that he would have conflicts with Li Zhiyuan, who was born to be revered.

Li Zhiyuan didn't know how much Chen Jingyu had thought about it, but he didn't change his expression when he saw him, and changed his words, "If you don't know me, take a good look at me now and remember it firmly, and you will have to be with me when you see me later." I say hello."

Not to mention looking too much, just one glance, with this fairy-like face Li Zhiyuan will naturally be firmly imprinted in Chen Jingyu's heart.

Seeing that time was running out, Chen Jingyu was eager to get away, so he could only show a shallow smile, and bowed to Li Zhiyuan, with a slightly alienated tone, "Caomin remembers every word of the Seventh Highness, never dare to forget it."

Li Zhiyuan traveled abroad this year, traveled far and wide, made many friends, and met all kinds of beauties, but when Chen Jingyu smiled, the beautiful faces he had seen before were suddenly overshadowed.

He remembered a passage in the storyteller's play, "When the young master saw Furong's face, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, his soul was lost, like a stone lion in front of the gate, his eyes were straight. Can't get back to God."

When Li Zhiyuan regained his composure, Fu Rongmian had long since disappeared, leaving only a look of regret.

Haven't asked his name yet.

Chen Jingyu finally got rid of Li Zhiyuan, and it was only two sticks of incense time before the action of the dead man. He secretly blamed Li Zhiyuan for delaying him. Fortunately, Prime Minister Wang was standing in the courtyard at this time greeting other officials, and he did not miss the opportunity.

As far as Chen Jingyu looked, they were all guests, but he couldn't find Li Zhiying. He knew in his heart that if Li Zhiying wanted to pick them all up, he would definitely show up after the assassination. He was the prince, and no one would say that he was It's not.

He felt lost, afraid that the real sword would kill him, and he would not even see Li Zhiying for the last time.

Time was like running water, Chen Jingyu was in extreme torment, the sunlight made him dizzy, and the voices in his ears gradually became noisy, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Chengxiang's direction like a torch.

This operation can only succeed but not fail.

A sudden ray of light dazzled Chen Jingyu's eyes. This was the signal before the action came. Chen Jingyu closed his eyes tightly and quickly opened them again, rushing towards Prime Minister Wang without hesitation.

There were screams in the ear, the dead man's sharp sword was pointed at Prime Minister Wang, there was too much traffic, and the guards had no time to approach, Chen Jingyu's heart was pounding, and it was about to pop out of his throat.

It's close, five more steps, and the sword will be able to penetrate into his flesh and blood smoothly.

In the blink of an eye, a crimson-purple figure descended from the sky like a ray of light, protecting Chen Jingyu behind him like a god. Chen Jingyu's heart was agitated, and seeing Li Zhiyuan turn his face slightly, he gave him a slightly smug smile, as if to Chen Jingyu praised him for saving lives in time.

And Chen Jingyu just wanted to hit Li Zhiyuan's head from behind.

The appearance of Li Zhiyuan disrupted all the plans. His slender fingers clamped the tip of the dead man's sword. It seemed that he didn't use much force. The sword had already been cut into two parts.

The plan failed, and the dead man bit the poison in his mouth, eliminating the possibility of extorting a confession by torture.

Li Zhiyuan kicked the dead man far away, ignored the screams from the courtyard, held Chen Jingyu's wrist, and smiled brightly like tomorrow, "It's so dangerous, but fortunately, I have superb martial arts skills, what did you do so fast just now?" , I haven't asked your name yet."

Chen Jingyu wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He just moved the corners of his lips and squeezed out three words from between his teeth, "Chen Jingyu."

He looked at the dead man lying on the ground, and then at the handsome face in front of him. Even after three years of training, he could not help showing a little anger at this moment.

And Li Zhiyuan, who had no idea that he was being hated, was chanting Chen Jingyu's name over and over again, with a deeper smile on his face.

The author says:

Li Zhiyuan: I fell in love with my wife at first sight, and I want my wife to post~