When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Yin Huai felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, looked at himself, then at him, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Chong Cang's Adam's Apple rolled up and down for a moment, and then he forced himself to look away with a dull tone.

"It's nothing."

Yin Huai believed his answer and walked forward slowly without turning his head.

"Since you're fine, come and rub my shoulders."

With a tired face on his face, he yawned and muttered, "My back hurts."

Chong Cang's eyes suddenly changed.

At this time, Pingxi came out from nowhere, and said in a doggy manner: "Your Majesty, let the slave come, the skill of the slave is very good."

Yin Huai thought about it—yes, "It's okay." Anyway, it's not too much.

He—as he spoke—continues to walk forward, Ping Xi hastily nodded and followed behind.

Yin Huai returned to Longluan Palace, and after washing, he fell into a limp bed, yawned, and felt sleepy.

When he squinted his eyes and saw the figure coming in, he was stunned, a little puzzled, "Why are you?"

Isn't Pingxi coming?

Chong Cang pursed his lips slightly, walked forward silently, slightly bent his knees and squatted down, and took off the socks for Yin Huai.

"He's not coming."

Hearing his brief answer, Yin Huai still murmured in his heart, that kid Pingxi would let go of the chance to flatter him?He didn't believe it, but he didn't care, it wasn't a big deal anyway.

So he changed to a comfortable position and lay down, narrowing his peach blossom eyes.

Only then did Chong Cang raise his eyes, glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head again.

Yin Huai muttered and urged again, and then he moved, maintaining the posture of kneeling on one knee, and stretched out his hands to knead Yin Huai's shoulders.

"..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yin Huai always felt that his strength was heavier than usual, so he frowned and muttered a little uncomfortable.

Immediately, I felt the hand of the person beside me - pause, and the strength was really relaxed.

Yin Huai's brows finally relaxed, his back was limp, his head gradually tilted, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Chong Cang's gaze moved up slowly, passing over his neck, and all the way to his lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.

In the next second, he looked away as if he was being burned by fire for half a second.

I don't know how long it took, and when Yin Huai fell asleep completely, Chong Cang stood there silently and looked at him for a long time.

It wasn't until Pingxi's sharp voice sounded at the door that he carefully removed his hand, laid him flat on the soft bed, and walked out lightly.

In the early morning of the next day, in Prince Yu's Mansion.

The two people in the elegant room were playing chess, Yin Yubei pinched the sunspots in his hand, and played with them carelessly, his eyes fell on the chessboard.

"General Zhao, guess who will win this game of chess in the end."

Zhao Qing had a resolute face, "It seems that His Highness already has a result in mind."

Yin Yubei knocked on the table with a chess piece, "This game of chess depends on me alone - of course I can't play alone, but General Zhao is indispensable."

After a moment of silence, Zhao Qing said: "For the sake of Da Yin, I only choose people who are suitable for that position."

In his opinion, Yin Yubei was capable and ambitious, and could sit in that position, so he was willing to help him.

He paused for a moment, and said sternly: "Your Majesty is indeed not suitable to be an emperor."

What he said was really rebellious, if someone heard it, it would be a crime of beheading, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

Yin Yu's northern eyes flickered.

"The Empress Dowager also has her own thoughts. She gave the emperor a court lady. Maybe she is praying to God and Buddha to bless the birth of the emperor's grandson..."

Before he finished speaking, the person on the opposite side who was looking down at the chess game suddenly raised his head, and interrupted his words in a deep voice.

"When did this happen?"

Zhao Qing said: "I heard rumors that His Majesty rested at that maid's place last night."

Yin Yubei stopped talking, and his eyes fell on the red plums outside the window. In winter, only those few touches of color add vitality, and some flower buds rush up to the branches and are wrapped in pieces of petals.

When he is not smiling, his face is always gloomy and cold, his thin lips are pressed down and tightly pressed together, and there seems to be a thick dark color in his eyes that cannot be melted away.

But only for a moment.

Soon his expression seemed to return to normal, as if the strangeness just now was just an illusion.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess basket, "I see,"

After playing chess, Zhao Qing walked out of the palace under Jiang Bo's escort. When he was walking in the veranda, he looked at Yuan Hongmei who passed by, and asked casually: "By the way, what do you princes think about the elegant house?" Moved to the plum garden."

Jiang Bo sneered: "Master's thoughts are beyond our servants' ability to guess."

After sending Zhao Qing away, Jiang Bo returned to the private room again, and when he saw the figure reclining on the couch in front of the window, he lowered his eyes slightly.

The chess game on the surface was already in disarray, and pieces fell on the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Bo frowned slightly, and that strange thought came to his mind again.

After hesitating again and again, he still asked, "Why does the master care so much about the emperor?"

After all, in his opinion, this lord will be dragged down from the throne sooner or later. It's hard to say what the end will be, and it won't be a good ending after all.

Hearing this, Yin Yubei's face was stunned for a moment, then he frowned, and said coldly: "He's different from what you imagined, he's not that stupid."

Jiang Bo asked cautiously: "Then the master wants to prevent any accidents in the plan?"

Yin Yubei pursed his thin lips tightly and remained silent.

"Or do you want to get close to the emperor first, gain his trust, and deal with Liu Xiang and the queen mother...and then turn against the water?"

Otherwise, he really couldn't think of any special reason, that portrait that was too similar to the emperor...he really didn't want to think about it.

Yin Yubei was upset, and he couldn't explain why, his tone was a little impatient, and he said coldly, "I have my own plan."

Jiang Bo wanted to say something more, but finally he could only shut up.

Yin Yubei stood up and walked straight forward, leaving only one sentence.

"Order to go down and prepare to enter the palace."

Jiang Bo didn't dare to think too much, he quickly lowered his head, "Yes."

For Yin Huai, going to court has become a habit engraved in his bones.

Sitting on the dragon chair, listening to the chirping voices below, he felt a little bit like an emperor.

But today's court hall is a bit fresh, quieter than usual.

All because of the person standing in the farthest corner, even if he didn't say a word, he still had a strong sense of presence, occupying most people's sights.

Because of going to court, Yin Yubei didn't dress up in his usual strong attire. He was wearing a black robe, his black hair was not tied up, it was lazily scattered, and he was wearing a forehead protector, which was gone His youthful air was a little more aggressive.

The people standing in the court hall were also a little uncomfortable because of him, not simply because they were afraid of him, but more because they didn't want to see him, and they didn't understand why—the person who said he was sick and couldn't come to court, why came here on a whim.

Yin Huai also felt puzzled, but he didn't ask directly.

But he didn't ask any questions, but Yin Yubei didn't let him go. After he came down to court, he planned to take a vacation for himself and rest for a while. As soon as he sat down in the imperial garden pavilion, he saw a familiar figure appearing .

He sat in the stone pavilion and took a sip of warm tea, wearing a snow-white cloak to protect him from the cold.

It was really cold these few days, so he buried his chin in the soft fur collar around his neck, looked at Yin Yubei who was sitting directly opposite him, and spoke lazily.

"What's the matter with you entering the palace?"

Yin Yubei didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point, "What did the Queen Mother say to Your Majesty?"

Being asked such a question, Yin Huai felt that he had to show Longwei again, so he lowered his face and said coldly, "King Yu, remember your identity."

Seeing that he seemed to be angry, Yin Yubei's face was calm, and he said coldly: "Have your majesty heard the allusion about Empress Wei's establishment of the emperor?"

According to legend, Empress Wei wanted to become emperor herself, but she couldn't bet that the stubborn old people in the court would break up and the prince would be safe and healthy, so she let the prince give birth to the eldest son.

But not long after the birth of the eldest son, the prince died of illness.

Empress Wei had no choice but to act as an agent of the government, support the young emperor, and promised that when the young emperor became an adult, he would return the power.

But Youdi also died of illness when he was three years old.

At this time, the people in the court were completely speechless, and Empress Wei could only follow the world and public opinion at this time to take the throne, and the dragon chair was justified.

Yin Huai's heart moved, "What do you mean?"

"Whatever your majesty thinks, that's what this minister means."

After he said this, he raised his lips again, but his tone was cold, and he couldn't tell what it meant.

"However, I had a high opinion of His Majesty, and I really didn't notice it."

"presumptuous!"

Seeing him getting more and more outrageous, Yin Huai couldn't help but put on a straight face, glared at him, raised his hand and smashed the teacup in his hand on his head.

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the teacup immediately shattered into pieces, and the tea water meandered down the cheeks, mixed with the oozing blood, which looked very terrifying.

"......."

Why doesn't he hide?Seeing him like this Yin Huai was a little panicked, he was going to put on a show, and deliberately slowed down and threw it over, but he didn't expect him to dodge or dodge.

Yin Yubei touched his lower face with his hands, lowered his eyes to look at the bright red blood stains on it, and looked straight up at him with no expression on his face.

Those dark eyes were cold, but there seemed to be some other emotion in them.

"....."

Yin Huai couldn't help but dodge his eyes, and looked around - he was sure that there were a lot of people on his side, so he showed his momentum and mustered up the courage to stare at him.

"What are you looking at, who allowed you to look directly at me?"

In the eyes of others, it is an extremely arrogant and arrogant attitude, but he is the emperor, and the rest of them naturally dare not say anything more.

Yin Yubei stared at him and suddenly smiled.

Yin Huai's heart skipped a beat, but he must have been fooled.

"In that case, the minister will leave." He lowered his eyes and wiped the blood on his fingertips indifferently.

Yin Huai felt uneasy in his heart, and quickly winked at Pingxi, "If that's the case, why don't you back down?"

Seeing this, Pingxi immediately led Yin Yubei away with great insight.

Walking on the palace road, Pingxi took a look at Yin Yubei, and finally asked a question tremblingly.

"His Royal Highness, do you think the wound on your head needs to be bandaged first?"

Yin Yubei didn't stop on his feet, without even looking at him, "No need,"

When Pingxi saw that his forehead was injured, even others felt pain, but he didn't change his face, and couldn't help secretly slandering that he was indeed a lunatic, but he still wanted to say something nice to Yin Huai in order to save face.

"Your Majesty is actually in a bad mood today, not against King Yu."

Yin Yubei glanced at him after hearing the words, "Is he in a bad mood?"

"Yes, hey, Your Majesty didn't sleep well last night."

Hearing this, Yin Yubei's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

The place where he was standing was only a wall away from the imperial garden, and there were a few flowers sticking out, blooming in full bloom, but he felt even more disturbed and depressed when he saw it.

Ping Xi didn't notice his increasingly cold face, so he continued on his own: "Your Majesty went to bed very late last night, until someone gave him a back rub, and it was almost dawn when he finally fell asleep."

Yin Yubei was startled for a moment, then his expression moved slightly, he grasped a few words accurately, and asked back: "-straight?"

"correct."

Ping Xi felt annoyed when he thought of this, it was obviously his chance to flatter, but he was snatched by that Chongcang, so he could rely on his superficial skills and see if he would learn someday, so that he wouldn't beat him to death Strange.

Yin Yubei's thin lips raised a slight arc, but then quickly suppressed it.

Pingxi saw that there was still blood oozing from his forehead, but he seemed to be ignorant, he had a cold face a moment ago, as if he was going to kill someone immediately, but now he became inexplicably happy.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself.

What a weirdo.

作者有话要说：自我感觉后面还是有点剧情的，大概会有反转。（前提是比起我其他日常流甜文，没有说自己是剧情文的意思，本质还是一切剧情为感情服务的感情流文）追妻火葬场也是有的，不过是骨灰都撒了的那种，很多小可爱猜人都猜中啦。感谢在2021-06-1223:56:59~2021-06-1400:25:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 2 pieces of sake on paper; 8888 piece of I want to be transparent, 1, and Yanyan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：恭子苏穆27瓶；顾黎北20瓶；啊啊啊西18瓶；蘇笑、钟大胖要吃雪糕10瓶；花开富贵8瓶；花薄娘、相顾无言、路过、复水、唐梓梓.、大橘为重5瓶；小剧、013瓶；

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