Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

The drunken young man was stunned for a moment when he heard Cheng Zhan's question. He let go of the wine bottle in his left hand and rolled away.

He staggered up, grunting indistinctly, and tripped over the robe under his feet while crawling.

The young man staggered in front of Cheng Zhan, then knelt down with a plop, his face was covered with thick white and powder, which could not cover the blue and black under his eyes, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and he glanced lightly again, Jiang Mi standing aside.

He swallowed involuntarily, and the sour smell of alcohol came out of his stomach.

"I also beseech Your Majesty, Your Majesty...give this manservant to my courtier..."

Cheng Zhan's eyes darkened, his fingertips rested on the handle of the chair and tapped slowly, his hair fell down, and his voice was slightly lowered, "What you said...is the one next to me alone."

The drunken young man nodded heavily, "That's the one, Your Majesty."

Underneath are the children of the aristocratic family who are not drunk and are quite discerning. Some of them can tell at a glance that His Majesty who is sitting in a high position is not right, and they subconsciously hold their breath and concentrate, and their hearts hang tightly.

Even if His Majesty invites them to enter the palace to have fun, they will keep His Majesty's violent temperament in mind, and they will not dare to make mistakes or overstep.

The man who begged for the male waiter was really confused!

The fact that this male servant came to the Changhua Hall so easily during the banquet without being reprimanded by His Majesty, it can be seen that he has an extraordinary status in His Majesty's heart.

They were afraid that if His Majesty got angry, blood would be spattered three feet.

Cheng Zhan laughed softly, with the tails of his eyes slightly upturned, "Okay, okay..."

Smiling, laughing, Cheng Zhan shook his head, and before everyone could react, he pulled out a silver sword from the side, and saw a silver light flash.

Someone had already gasped, clutched his clothes tightly, and turned his head away in horror.

But after a while, there was no scream.

Everyone raised their eyes slightly.

It can be seen that His Majesty is indeed holding a sword, the sharp blade is only half an inch away from the drunk man's neck, and it is only a hair's breadth away from cutting his throat.

It's just that His Majesty's hand holding the sword was tightly held by someone.

Jiang Mi half-bowed and held Cheng Zhan's slender and pale hand, Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and let out a low smile from his throat.

The man whose neck was held by the sword was already half awake, and the coldness of the silver sword spread to his limbs and bones, making him start to feel cold from the top of the sky.

His cheeks were dead pale, he no longer had the complacency he had before, he fell to the ground in fright, kicked his legs and crawled backwards, there was a smell of shame between his trousers and crotch.

Cheng Zhan watched the man's movements, his eyes were extremely cold, and he said slowly, "What are you doing, wait for Gu to take out the man's heart and give you a drink."

These words were obviously addressed to Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi was speechless, he was not very interested in people's hearts.

He had noticed that Cheng Zhan's expression was wrong before, and when he saw Cheng Zhan drawing his sword, he knew that he was going to kill someone, so he subconsciously stopped him.

In such a close place, if he really cut the man's throat, the blood would spread all over his face and himself.

In fact, it is also because Jiang Mi has a little reluctance to kill people.

This person was just saying a few words to beg him, so he wouldn't just kill him just like that.

Cheng Zhan opened his right hand, and the silver sword fell to the ground with a bang, making a sound.

"Why, you can't bear it."

Cheng Zhan slightly turned his head to look at Jiang Mi, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a chilling air.

Jiang Mi paused, not knowing where this reluctance came from, but he probably had a little understanding of Cheng Zhan's thoughts.

Cheng Zhan feared that he regarded himself as his private property, and even if he threw it away, he would not let others take it away.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mi knew what to do.

Jiang Mi half-kneeled in front of Cheng Zhan, with deep eyebrows, black hair hanging down behind him, a pair of slightly hooked peach blossom eyes looking straight at Cheng Zhan's clear and shallow pupils full of complex meanings, with a calm and serious posture.

"I will only stay by His Majesty's side in this life, and will never go anywhere else."

As he spoke, Jiang Mi took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, lowered his head and gently wiped Cheng Chan's right hand holding the sword.

Cheng Chan's hand bones are small, slender and pale, and his fingertips are still pink, except for a little callus from sword practice on the tiger's mouth.

Jiang Mi wiped it very carefully, even between his fingers. After wiping, Jiang Mi quietly raised his head and said again.

"Your Majesty doesn't need to get his hands dirty just to kill this kind of person."

Cheng Zhan's left fingertips were slightly curled up, his insteps were straightened, his eyes were a little dazed, the murderous intent all over his body suddenly disappeared, and there was a little redness around his ears.

Then, as if he had come to his senses, he snorted coldly, and looked away from his eyes, as if he was still very unhappy, "You are eloquent."

Jiang Mi tilted his head slightly, looked at Cheng Zhan's expression, he probably didn't have any killing intent, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Although this tyrant has a violent heart, he can still be coaxed if he is coaxed.

Jiang Mi obviously didn't realize some other more important issues of Cheng Zhan.

Seeing that Cheng Zhan would not kill any more, Jiang Mi put the handkerchief back into his arms and was about to stand up.

Cheng Chan saw Jiang Mi's movement of putting on the veil, paused again, put his hand on his forehead, turned his head halfway, and could only catch a glimpse of an upturned eye.

"This kind of thing has to be kept."

When Jiang Mi heard Cheng Zhan's words, he couldn't react immediately, and after he did, he didn't know what to say.

Why, just after wiping your hands, are you going to throw this handkerchief on the ground? Jiang Mi didn't respond, but stood up.

He didn't intend to keep this veil, but he threw it on the ground, it didn't look good, so he was going to take it back and throw it, it was good.

All the descendants of the aristocratic family breathed a sigh of relief, but they couldn't believe it. This male servant was so valued by His Majesty, and dared to stop His Majesty from killing people.

They sighed endlessly in their hearts, but secretly remembered Jiang Mi's face, in case they would have to respect him if they could see each other again in the future.

The young man who asked Cheng Zhan for Jiang Mi's hair was in a disheveled bun, half propped on the ground, still looking terrified.

Cheng Zhan frowned, and casually ordered: "Throw it out of the palace."

Immediately, an attendant stepped forward and dragged the young man away like a dead dog. There was still a small spot of water on the ground where the man was lying down.

The disgust in Cheng Zhan's eyes deepened, he rolled up his robe sleeves, stood up, "Have a feast."

All the children of the noble families below hurriedly knelt down to salute, and sent His Majesty away respectfully. They couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to have a banquet. Today's incident was still too terrifying for them.

Among them, those who thought they had some kind of relationship with His Majesty also recognized the fact and dared not go beyond it.

The palace people surrounded Cheng Zhan and left the Changhua Palace, and returned to Cheng Zhan's bedroom, the Shou'an Palace.

Jiang Mi followed among the palace people, although his eyes were on Cheng Zhan's back, he was thinking about other things in his heart.

Cheng Chan entered the inner hall, turned his head and saw Jiang Mi, who was absent-minded, and his mood that had eased before immediately hardened again.

"Look at you, you are tired, you might as well go back and rest."

Cheng Zhan spoke with sarcasm, his eyes were full of displeasure, and the tails of his eyes drooped.

Jiang Mi didn't pay attention to Cheng Zhan's expression, but only heard Cheng Zhan telling him to go back to rest. Jiang Mi was a little happy, thinking that he should have time to go swimming in the lake, and was just about to respond.

Suddenly, Jiang Mi frowned, stretched out his hand and immediately pulled Cheng Zhan who was standing in front of him, hugged him in his arms, and put his left arm around Cheng Zhan's slender waist.

A rare sluggish look appeared on Cheng Chan's face, and he was pulled over unexpectedly, his face was hidden under Jiang Mi's figure, and his pale hands subconsciously grabbed the black embroidered clothes on Jiang Mi's chest.

Jiang Mi glanced quietly at the staggered beams of the Shou'an Hall, his brows still unfurled.

After reacting, he saw the person in his arms.

Jiang Mi quickly withdrew his hand, afraid that Cheng Chan would drag him out and beat him to death if he opened his mouth. He didn't want to reveal his identity so early.

But seeing Cheng Zhan looked up at him coldly for a while, his tone was low, "Presumptuous."

Jiang Mi knew that he had to find an excuse for this inexplicable behavior, so he said casually: "I don't want to go back to rest, I just want to serve His Majesty. Offending His Majesty just now is really an act of transgression, I know my mistake."

Cheng Chan stared at him coldly for a while, then turned and left without saying anything.

Although Jiang Mi couldn't figure out what Cheng Chan was thinking, it would be a good thing if he didn't need to reveal his identity.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and opened his clenched left hand.

A dark red hard fish scale lay in his hand.

It was thrown from the beam just now, and it should be Yueliang's scales.

It seems that Jiang Man already has news.

Jiang Mi withdrew his gaze and held the scale again.