When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Yin Huai's body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move casually at all. Chong Cang behind him must have noticed that his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, forcing himself to look back, and slightly let go of the restraint on him.

Yin Huai comforted himself in his heart, it's okay, after all, in such a situation, there was a lively scene next to him, and even a man couldn't control it.

But he was stunned and remembered why he didn't respond. After thinking for a few seconds, he attributed this to Chongcang's innocence, and he was still a pure and innocent youngster, so he was full of blood.

No, he himself seems to be the same, why is he silent.

Yin Huai wrinkled his face and became entangled.

Sure enough, you still have a problem?

The voice next to her had gradually died down, and then there was a rustling sound of getting dressed.

Yin Huai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the door opening finally.

He moved his sore wrist, signaling Chong Cang to let go of himself.

Chong Cang was startled, and when he realized the reaction, he immediately let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and lowered his head.

"Your Majesty... how offended you were just now."

His voice was a little hoarse for some reason, Yin Huai didn't notice it, but felt his face was hot, he mumbled: "Don't do that again next time."

He didn't say no more, and he didn't know if Chong Cang understood what he meant.

I saw him drooping his brows and eyes, and his tone was low, "... yes."

Yin Huai has been thinking about this matter in his mind for the next few days, not because he cares about Chong Cang's reaction, but because he seems a little too calm as a man compared to him.

The more Yin Huai thought about it, the more frightened he became, he couldn't do it right.

Speaking of which, I have never had any impulse towards the opposite sex. I had someone I liked when I was a child, but now that I think about it, it is not a liking at all. At most, I just want to play with her.

"Your Majesty?" Ping Xi's sharp voice next to his ear brought Yin Huai back to reality.

With a dull face, Yin Huai began to think about the possibility of actually sending Pingxi to Yin Yu to teach in the north.

Thinking of Yin Yubei, Yin Huai was taken aback again, feeling a little complicated, no matter what, Yin Yubei saved himself that day.

"Did King Yu not come to court again these days?" Yin Huai asked.

Pingxi replied: "Of course it's because the prince is ill again."

"sick?"

Yin Huai wondered if he was pretending to be sick again, Yin Yubei was already familiar with this.

But for some reason, there was always something weird in his heart, Yin Huai wrinkled his face, "I'm going to see him."

"Yes."

"Wait." Yin Huai stopped Pingxi who was about to give orders, and said solemnly, "Put me in the dragon robe."

"?"

Yin Huai added: "I want the one with the biggest dragon."

"......."

After everything was tidied up, Yin Huai looked at the light blue dragon-patterned robe on his body contentedly, then turned to ask Chongcang, "Does it look good?"

In the past, Chong Cang would answer immediately, but for some reason this time he didn't answer immediately, and his tone was somewhat absent-minded.

"……nice."

Seeing that he had something on his mind, Yin Huai thought that he was still caring about that matter, and his skin was too thin to save face, so he comforted him, "Just say what you have, I forgive you for your innocence."

Hey, it might be better to say it.

Yin Huai was thinking wildly, but when he heard Chong Cang speak, what he said made him startled.

"Why does Your Majesty always ... dress up when he sees King Yu?"

Yin Huai: "..."

Chong Cang raised his eyes, his eyes were deep, as if he was waiting for his answer.

Yin Huai brazenly denied it, and said righteously: "Do I have it? Why don't I feel it."

Pingxi next to him nodded, "Yes."

"..."

Yin Huai thought that Chong Cang had noticed his own thoughts, so he said vaguely: "If there is one, let it be, maybe Yu Wang likes to watch it."

He must like to watch it, maybe he wants to wear it 24 hours a day, after all, he has planned so many things just for this dragon robe.

But when these words fell into other people's ears, it had a different meaning, and Chong Cang lowered his head again, not knowing what expression it was.

In the early morning of the next day, Yin Huai went to Prince Yu's Mansion, and led by the servant, he turned around and came to the door of a wing.

"Is your lord really sick?"

Seeing being led here, Yin Huai started to beat his heart, and asked the boy who led the way.

"It's not that I'm sick." The boy wanted to explain, but in the end he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only say: "Your Majesty, you will know when you go in and take a look."

Yin Huai was even more puzzled. As soon as the boy opened the curtain, before he could see the scene in the room clearly, a strong smell of medicine came over his face.

There was a figure lying on the couch by the window, his eyes were closed tightly, but he didn't seem to be sleeping comfortably, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

A butler was instructing several servants to change his medicine, and Yin Huai's eyes fell on his back.

He kept turning over and lying on his back. Although there were blood scabs on his back, he still looked shocking. Some of the blood scabs had fallen off, revealing horrific flesh.

Seeing Yin Huai coming in, several servants quickly changed the medicine, applied it on his back again, and then retreated lightly.

"...What's going on?" Yin Huai had never seen such a scene before, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

When Jiang Bo saw him, he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and said respectfully: "I don't even know that His Royal Highness King Yu was seriously injured when he came back."

Hearing this, Yin Huai was stunned, and recalled in his mind that Yin Yubei saved himself in the fire that day.

But the memory at that time is very vague, I only remember that Yin Yu pushed him away, and then he lost consciousness, and naturally he didn't know what happened afterwards.

If he was injured because he saved himself...

Yin Huai felt a little complicated when he thought of this, why did he save him?He is not a woman, if it is a woman, he can still think that he likes him, but he is a real man.

Besides, since he wanted to rebel, wouldn't it be better to let him die there?Or do you have other plans.

"My lord has been having a high fever for the past few days, and several times the servants thought that he would not survive it."

Yin Huai: "..."

After a while, he finally sighed, and stopped thinking about things that he couldn't figure out. In any case, it is true that Yin Yubei saved his life.

If I didn't come to see him, I would think he was pretending to be sick, after all, this was the reason why he often couldn't shirk coming to court.

"When will he wake up?"

"This... the slave doesn't know either. He woke up once in the middle of the night last night and asked for some kind of lamp..."

In the middle of the night, Yin Yubei regained consciousness for a short while, but because his voice was too low, no one could hear what he said clearly, after a while he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

Yin Huai had something on his mind, so he followed his words absently and said, "...Maybe your prince is afraid of the dark."

Jiang Bo shook his head, thinking of something, he put a smile on his face and relaxed his tone.

"The prince was afraid of the dark when he was a child, so he had to light the lamp and let someone sleep with him. Sometimes it was the young master and the others, and sometimes it was the old concubine, but since..."

He paused for a moment, with a heavy face, and said briefly: "Since then, the prince has never had the habit of lighting a lamp at bedtime."

While the two were talking, the person on the bed seemed to move, his brows were furrowed, his expression seemed to be enduring some unbearable pain, he should have fallen into some terrible nightmare.

Jiang Bo hurried up, "My lord?"

Yin Yubei didn't open his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spit out a few words intermittently, with a hoarse voice.

"...the lantern..."

"What lantern?" Uncle Jiang finally heard it when he moved closer this time, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"... Shangyuan Festival..."

Yin Huai was too far away to hear what he was saying, only saw Jiang Bo's expression light up, as if he finally realized what he was talking about, and hurriedly ordered his servants.

"Bring the lamp that the prince kept in the warehouse."

After half a stick of tea, the maid finally came in with a lantern.

The lantern looks like a goldfish, it is bright red, and the crimson silk paper is clean without even a speck of dust, it can be seen that it is carefully kept by the owner.

Yin Huai frowned and looked at the lamp, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

After the lantern was lit, someone hung it on Yin Yubei's bedside.

As if feeling the faint light, Yin Yubei finally calmed down, and his frown gradually relaxed.

His complexion was pale, and under the soft light, there was not even the slightest trace of blood. His usual cold expression faded away, and his stern eyebrows softened, making him a little more youthful than usual.

Yin Huai looked over at this moment, and then remembered that he was actually only two years older than herself.

The servants retreated again, and the room fell into silence again.

Yin Huai found a seat and sat down, looking at the people on the couch, with mixed feelings in his heart.

While he was thinking, the person on the couch moved his fingers, he noticed it, and his heart was gradually raised.

He couldn't help but hold his breath, and after an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed finally slowly opened his eyes, revealing those beautiful dark eyes.

As if he hadn't escaped from the nightmare, his eyes were lifeless, like obsidian that had completely lost its luster, without any emotion.

After a while, his eyes slowly focused and fell on Yin Huai's face.

Those dead eyes seemed to be lit up by something suddenly, and gradually became radiant.

But it was only for a short moment, and then the light quickly faded away.

I saw him twitching the corners of his mouth, laughing at himself, his tone a little hoarse.

"Is it still in a dream?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-1913:22:50~2021-06-2013:41:27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 grenade: Chen Bailu 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Genius sent a big star (updating) 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: the fairy folded 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!