When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Yin Huai didn't know how long he slept, and finally he heard a cold voice in his ears, like the melodious sound of a fine musical instrument.

"My lord, the time has come."

Yin Huai slowly opened his eyes, his expression was still in a daze, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

"……Oh."

His legs didn't know whether it was soaked for too long or what, they were a little weak, so he could only support the stone wall and stand up.

When stepping on the shore, unexpectedly, the soles of the feet slipped, and the body leaned back, almost falling into the pool again.

Fortunately, Shi Jiji gave him a light pull, and he barely managed to hold him up without falling.

However, he quickly let go of him and withdrew his hand with a calm expression.

Yin Huai was forced to soak in the pool water for three consecutive days. At first he felt it was a bit of a novelty, but then he was completely listless.

And Shi Jiji is like a rock, he closes his eyes as soon as he sits there, even if you pour water on him, he won't open his eyes, he has really achieved the state of nothing outside his mind.

Moreover, fasting for three days is even more torture for Yin Huai. He is only allowed to drink water and eat fruits, and his chest is pressed against his back when he is hungry.

After three days, when he heard that he could go down the mountain, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Before going down the mountain, I need to change into the uniform for the Holy One."

Yin Huai lost his temper immediately.

The Dagon clothes he was talking about were the clothes that were handed down from generation to generation by successive emperors to worship the heavens.

In front of him is a red robe woven with gold, and the golden dragon painted on the skirt is so lifelike that it seems to pierce through the cloth and soar upwards.

Yin Huai opened his hands, naturally waiting for Shi Jiji to serve him.

His robe was slowly loosened, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, Shi Moji put on the uniform for him without looking sideways.

"My lord, it's done." Shi Wuji finally fastened his belt and took a few steps back.

He didn't know where to take out a small piece of something. It looked like a wooden box engraved with intricate star patterns. After opening it, his finger lightly touched it, and it was stained with a bright red, and then tapped on Yin Huai's chest. On the forehead, when he left again, there was a red mole between the eyebrows.

Yin Huai opened his eyes, and the crow's feathers fluttered slightly. As the king of a country, he seldom wore such a bright red color, but it matched his snowy skin and black hair, but it was surprisingly suitable. Added a bit of charm.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was held at the altar in the capital. Before the ceremony started, the common people came to watch and wait one after another. It can be said that the alleys were empty.

Yin Huai sat on the dragon chariot, inlaid with many pearls and gemstones, embroidered with two dragons playing beads with gold thread, carried by eleven strong men in unison, majestic and solemn, and the sound of the drums beating was deafening.

He quietly lowered his eyelashes, snowflakes fell on his slender and thick eyelashes, he couldn't help blinking, the melted snowflakes got into the corners of his eyes, making them a little moist.

Wherever he went, the people knelt down one after another.

A child couldn't help but looked up at him, opened his eyes wide, and then quietly said to his mother beside him: "The big brother on the sedan chair looks so good, like a fairy."

The woman was so frightened that she quickly covered his mouth, pressed his head and buried him on the ground.

Those who accidentally glimpsed Longyan were all in a daze.

They only knew the barking of Emperor Dog, but they never knew that he would have such a good appearance.

There were a few young students in the accompanying teahouse, who were cynical, swearing like a dog emperor, and when they were swearing impassionedly, they suddenly felt a commotion downstairs.

One of the young men in brocade clothes took a look with his head, but he was completely stunned by this far-off look.

"Brother Jin, what are you looking at?"

"Today is the day of offering sacrifices. Is that dog emperor parading through the streets?"

"Close it quickly, bad luck."

You say what you say to me, and you are not afraid of the public talking about the beheading of the emperor. It is probably due to Yin Huai's rotten reputation, plus the so-called literati who think that they are outspoken for the country and the society, and are willing to throw their heads and blood. .

The young man called Jinzhi turned his gaze back red-faced: "No...it's nothing."

A few classmates didn't pay attention, and continued to criticize the "dog emperor"'s crimes, not noticing that their companions suddenly quieted down.

Lin Jinzhi silently turned his head and looked out of the window again. The vermilion figure was gone, and he felt lost.

So that's the emperor...

After half a cup of tea, Long Nian arrived at the altar, and Yin Huai saw a few familiar figures from a distance.

The Empress Dowager Yin was dressed in fine clothes, supported by the palace servants, and a group of ministers stood beside her, headed by Liu Ze.

Yin Huai's eyes swept away one by one, and finally fell on the black figure on the far side, and his heart moved slightly.

Yin Yubei was there?

He leaned lazily aside, folded his hands on his chest and looked towards him with his head tilted.

Yin Huai met his eyes abruptly, paused for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

No way, who told me that I might be killed by him, I always feel weird seeing him,

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, a cold voice came from his ear.

"My lord, please go up the steps."

Shi Jiji slowly stretched out his hand towards him, with the palm facing upwards, only then did Yin Huai notice that the palm lines on his palms were lighter than ordinary people's.

After reaching out to catch his hand, Yin Huai slowly walked up the steps.

When all the courtiers saw him, they knelt down and saluted, shouting, "Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live."

"Stay flat." Yin Huai tried hard to keep a cold face, nodding his head.

The sacrificial ceremony was complicated, but fortunately, Yin Huai had already memorized it by heart, and nothing went wrong.

He was held up like a marionette, pointing where to move.

In the middle of the journey, he couldn't help but coughed a little bit in a low voice. Liu Ze, who was close to him, heard it, and couldn't help asking in a warm voice, "Is your Majesty feeling unwell?"

Yin Huai shook his head, not taking it seriously: "It's not in the way."

Liu Ze looked at him quietly, and then smiled: "It's freezing cold, Your Majesty has to be careful not to catch the wind and cold, and don't hold on."

Yin Huai soon realized that Liu Ze's words were not superfluous.

The snowflakes fell like a goose feather, and the altar was covered with a thick layer of white snow. Yin Huai was wearing a thin spiritual attire, and he was able to hold on at first, but as the sacrifice progressed, he began to feel a little He was shivering from the cold, but he didn't want others to notice his strangeness, so he could only bite his lips tightly and hold back his slight trembling.

Yin Yubei stood behind him, at the back of the crowd, looking at Yin Huai who was at the front, he could only see a small section of his thin white neck, which seemed to be snapped off.

He seemed a little afraid of the cold, his hands were retracted into the wide sleeves, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, but he seemed unwilling to be seen by others, and he maintained his stern face to maintain his emperor's demeanor.

Where can I see the slightest momentum of humiliating him in the past.

Yin Yubei narrowed his eyes slightly when he recalled the scene when Yin Huai stepped on the snow just now.

He seems to be a good fit in red.