When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Seeing that he was struggling to stand up, Shi Ji stretched out his hand to lightly press his shoulder, shook his head, "Don't move for now."

In the next second, Yin Huai knew that what he said was true, because as soon as he moved, he felt that his limbs were being pulled and hurt like needles.

"It's frostbite." Shi Wuji explained lightly.

Only then did Yin Huai relieve himself and lie back down, looked around, and saw the surroundings of the room, it didn't look like he was on the Mirror Stand, and he didn't know where it was.

"where is this?"

"Yanmen City."

"……Why are you here?"

Shi Wuji picked up the light green ointment, his expression remained unchanged, he lowered his eyes, lightly dipped the ointment with his fingertips, and then gently applied it on his leg.

"...I came to the snow-capped mountains to collect herbs, and I happened to meet the Holy One."

Yin Huai was dubious, but with Shang Shiji's cold eyes, the doubts in his heart were dispelled a bit.

A person like Shi Jiji would not lie.

Yin Huai was lying on the bed, because he couldn't move his limbs, so he had to curl up slightly with his limp body.

He felt that his frozen feet were gently lifted by one hand. He didn't know what massage technique was used, and the kneading strength was just right.

The dipped ointment sticks tightly to my skin, bringing a sticky touch.

However, Shi Wuji pressed gently with his fingers without haste, and Yin Huai involuntarily tensed his toes, and his snow-white and thin ankle joints were gently grasped.

Shi Wuji's brows and eyes were slightly drawn, and his expression was clear and cold, giving people a sense of superior abstinence.

But his method is simply a kind of torture.

Yin Huai couldn't help but clenched his teeth tightly, biting his lower lip, for fear of making any sound.

Although he tried his best to hold on, Shi Jiji still seemed to have sensed something, turned his eyes slightly sideways, and his eyes fell on him.

"....."

Yin Huai blushed, and turned away to avoid his gaze.

Only then did Shi Jiji lower his eyes, and his eyes fell on his snow-white ankles, only to feel that the slight sobbing just now seemed to be still lingering in his ears.

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

After finally applying the ointment, Yin Huai held back his embarrassment, took out the emperor's airs, and said as if nothing had happened: "...how is the situation outside now?"

"Your Majesty." Shi Jiji suddenly called softly, and saw him sitting quietly in the candlelight, most of his figure was hidden in the darkness, only his face was warmed by the dancing candlelight.

His tone was still cold, "Some things are already predestined."

Yin Huai frowned, unable to understand the riddle he was playing, so he muttered in his heart, ready to ask the attendants around him after he left.

When the night was getting dark, Shi Jiji saw that Yin Huai seemed to be sleepy again, so he turned and left, not long after, a few god attendants in white robes came in.

"Why did you adults suddenly run out from the Mirror Stage?"

Before they walked in and waited for him to take off his robe, Yin Huai went straight to the point and asked about his doubts just now.

Several god attendants were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other with blank expressions, and finally the leader stepped forward to answer.

"...My lord is here to pick the magic medicine from the Snow Mountain."

Although this is the case, he is actually a little puzzled in his heart. Although adults go out to collect herbs every year, it is usually not this time, let alone being so suddenly unprepared.

But thinking about it, he would not express these doubts.

Seeing that his answer was no different from what Shi Jiji told him, and his expression did not seem to be fake, Yin Huai was slightly relieved.

"Then where is the Great Yin army now? Are they fighting the Beirong people? How is the battle going?"

A series of questions made the god attendant obviously overwhelmed, his face turned pale, and he seemed a little embarrassed. After a long time, he hesitated to say: "...Da Yin has already invaded the territory of Beirong, by... the regent Wang leads."

When he said these words, he didn't dare to look into Yin Huai's eyes, he wanted to hold his breath, for fear that he would take his anger out on him.

"……Regent?"

Yin Huai blinked, his expression froze for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't show any sign of anger, the servant continued boldly: "Yes, King Yu... No, the regent king brought troops into the palace to force the queen mother to make himself the regent king, because your majesty disappeared, and now the court is in chaos , people are in a state of panic, and only Liu Xiang can temporarily stabilize the situation."

Yin Huaixin sinks slowly

It seems that even though some things went wrong, Yin Yubei still became the regent.

In the previous life, he launched a mutiny to force the original lord to make himself the regent. Now it is a little different, but the result is still the same.

It's as if there is an invisible force in the dark trying to bring things back to the track they should be.

Yin Huai frowned, "How about the palace now?"

"The empress dowager was so angry that she fell ill. People in the court, headed by the Duke of England, denounced the regent's ambition. I heard that many literati and bachelors could not kneel down and petitioned to crusade against the regent."

Yin Huai: "..."

It turned out that such a big change happened during his absence.

Now everyone thinks that he is trapped in Beirong, and his life and death are uncertain.

There is no leader in the court, and there is an urgent need to find a backbone to preside over the overall situation, but the queen mother is ill again, and now the Chinese and military officials of the court must follow Liu Ze's lead.

"You go out."

After the sound of closing the door, Yin Huai let out a long sigh.

I don't know if I should go back or not.

……

Beirong's snowy land is vast and white, only the camps where the army is stationed are dotted in it, which is particularly conspicuous in the snow.

inside the main tent

A figure sat at the top, and a few soldiers knelt beside him, seeming to be replying.

"My lord, Beirong sent envoys here."

The person sitting at the top was dressed in silver-white armor, with a belt around his waist, and a black skirt. He was wiping the long sword in his hand with downcast eyes, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

It was a long time before he raised his eyes, those eyes were as dark as a deep pool, but lifeless.

"Call him in."

But the one who came in was not from Beirong, but from the face of Great Yin.

Someone in the tent recognized him and exclaimed, "It's you?!"

It was the soldier who took Yin Huai away, and the others didn't know that it was Yin Huai who was taken away by him, but they also recognized that it was a colleague in their own army.

The little soldier lowered his head tremblingly, "I have seen the prince, the younger one came here under the order of the eldest prince."

He didn't want to come here as an envoy, but the eldest prince wanted him to come, and he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only bite the bullet and come.

Everyone's face was ashen, which was obviously a provocative move.

Yin Yubei stared at him condescendingly, and it took some time before he heard his words.

"What did he say."

The penetrating coercion from above made him lower his head again. He could even smell the strong smell of blood coming from him, which was the smell left by those who had been on the battlefield.

"The eldest prince said that His Majesty is safe and sound, but he just wanted the prince to do a little favor."

"What busy."

Xiao Bing paused, holding back the trembling in his voice, "...help him kill his brothers, and help him ascend the throne."

He knew what the eldest prince thought.

Now that the king of Beirong passed away suddenly, the illusion of internal stability in power collapsed, and the seizure of power caused internal strife. He really couldn't spare time to deal with foreign enemies, and he retreated steadily after the war with Great Yin.

Moreover, his disabled younger brother actually stayed behind, and together with the sixth prince who had been retrieved inexplicably, the several parties were now refusing to give in to each other, biting each other fiercely, and hated to die endlessly.

Yin Yubei looked gloomy, staring at the person below with a bit cold eyes, and slowly opened his mouth.

"You tell him that if His Majesty loses even a single hair, this king will crush Beirong, and he will do what he says."

Xiao Bing couldn't help feeling palpitated, "...Yes."

After he left, everyone in the tent hesitated to speak, and finally Zhao Qing was the first to ask.

"The Beirong people are full of tricks, does the prince really want to agree to them?"

Yin Yubei shook his head with a cold expression.

Zhao Qing was slightly certain in his heart, knowing that Yin Yubei must have made plans, so he stopped talking.

"My lord, it's time to take medicine."

Someone outside the tent brought a bowl of medicine, Yin Yubei took it and drank it without frowning.

Seeing this, Zhao Qing's face darkened, and he couldn't help looking at his legs, feeling a little worried, "...My lord, in fact, you don't have to..."

Last time he fell off the horse and hurt his leg, but Yin Yubei ignored the doctor's advice and forced the imperial physician to prescribe some powerful medicine for him.

After taking these medicines, you will temporarily not feel any pain in your body, and your walking movements will be no different from ordinary people, but the symptoms will not be cured, and the wound will not improve in the slightest or even get worse.

"I know."

Yin Yubei closed his eyes slightly, his face lost a little bit of coldness and a little more pale and weak in the dancing candlelight.

"But I can only find him if I stand up."

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if it was mixed with something else.

Zhao Qing's expression was shocked, a trace of weirdness emerged in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

"But if you go on like this, your legs may be abolished..."

Yin Yubei finally opened his eyes, his dark and quiet narrow pupils were icy cold.

"so what?"

His tone was very calm, as if he was stating some very normal facts.

He lowered his eyes, unconsciously stroking the jade pendant in his palm with his fingers, only hearing his low tone, as if he was suppressing something.

"As long as I can find him..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the strength in his hand suddenly tightened, and he tightly grasped the jade pendant, like a drowning person grasping the last straw.

The queen mother didn't want to save her, so he led soldiers into the palace to force her to save her.

Even if others call him treasonous and ambitious, even if he finds him, he will punish himself anyway, he is willing.

As long as he can be found, he will never let him disappear in front of him again.

The author has something to say: Gong will be fine, not disabled

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