When a fool becomes a heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Unfortunately it's too late.

Yin Yubei had already noticed him, and glanced at him coldly.

Yin Huai had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up.

Yin Yubei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he threw the bow and arrow in his hand to the servant waiting beside him.

Before he could speak, Yin Huai said coldly, "Yu Wang, you are so brave."

Yin Yubei raised his eyebrows: "I don't know why Your Highness said that."

"Do you know the crime of deceiving the king, what should you do?"

Yin Yubei stood there lazily: "I didn't lie to Your Majesty, but the imperial doctor told me to stay active."

Yin Huai looked at his appearance, and thought that even though he was an emperor with little real power, the people above the court, including Liu Xiang, were all respectful to him.

Only Yin Yubei was alone, and I heard that he didn't even care about the Queen Mother.

Although on the surface he appears to be an idle prince whose parents have both died, and only has a few old troops left by his father in his hands, it is absolutely impossible to despise the imperial power by relying on this.

Others thought that he was just young and energetic, impulsive and brainless, but Yin Huai knew that he had nothing to do with these adjectives, otherwise there would be no careful planning and careful layout behind him.

He is ruthless and tolerant, if he is completely respectful, maybe the queen mother will be a little suspicious, but seeing him acting recklessly, she will lower her vigilance.

Yin Huai couldn't help but glanced at the people on the board again, Yin Yubei noticed it, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"What is Your Majesty looking at?"

Yin Huai: "Who is this who provoked the prince to be so angry, and is tied here."

Yin Yubei shook his head: "He? It's not worth it."

"I see that the prince's arrow technique is not very authentic."

"I didn't intend to let him die, because I have to return it."

"Go back? Where else?"

"In prison, this is a man I borrowed from Dali Temple, and I will be executed after autumn."

"That is to say, this is the legendary criminal, villain?"

"Evil?" Yin Yubei smiled softly and shook his head: "He is not a villain to me."

"That may not be a good person?"

Yin Yubei casually turned the arrow in his hand, as if trying to feel it, but didn't answer.

Yin Huai frowned straightly, otherwise he is not even considered human?

"The Minister of Dali Temple is negligent in his duties. Since he is a death row prisoner, he will not be strictly guarded, but he will be released at will and let others have fun."

"I'm tortured."

Yin Yubei said indifferently: "This man is very stubborn. He will not reveal the whereabouts of the body of the woman raped and killed by him. Dali Temple Minister can't do anything about it. I heard that I have a lot of experience in this area, so I handed it over to minister."

"Then you are extorting a confession now?"

"Not really, just for fun."

Yin Yubei glanced at Yin Huai, hooked his lips, "Does Your Majesty want to play too?"

Immediately after speaking, a servant brought a good bow and arrow. Yin Yubei took it and weighed it for a while, then ordered: "This one is heavy, change it to a lighter one."

Yin Huai: "..." He vaguely seemed to remember that he hadn't agreed yet.

But why did he refuse?Say he is not good at archery?Is the original owner the kind of person who is worried about not being good at archery and shooting someone else?

The servant stepped forward and pulled out the bow and arrow beside the man, only then did Yin Huai notice that the remaining hole was actually drawn around his entire figure on purpose, without any deviation.

Seeing that it was his turn, Yin Huai was quick to wit and coughed a few times. His coughing sound was intermittent, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

Yin Yubei also put down his bow-drawing hand and looked at him with a slight frown.

"Your Majesty~" Ping Xi's tone was trembling and trembling, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and he looked at Yin Yubei again, not only his voice trembled, but even his feet began to tremble.

"My lord, your majesty is suffering from a cough. Maybe it's because of the cold wind. Can you go into the warm room to rest for a while?"

I have to say that Pingxi is very good at watching people play videos. If it was someone else, he would have shouted, "Who are you! Hurry up and let the emperor come in to rest!"

Yin Yubei frowned slightly,

Yin Huai entered the room, Ping Xi hurriedly took pillows to cushion him, and then ordered the servants to get the stove.

His chin was buried in the soft down of the cloak, his eyelids were raised, and his eyelashes as black as crow feathers trembled slightly.

Yin Yubei watched this scene from the shadows, his complexion dark and unclear.

Yin Huai's pale complexion was stained a little red, he took the decoction handed over by Ping Xi, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and drank it with his head raised.

Pingxi handed him the candied fruit again, "Your Majesty, eat something sweet to suppress the bitterness."

Yin Huai squinted there, and said calmly, "I don't eat this kind of food."

With Yin Yubei here, is it possible to let him know that a majestic emperor is still afraid of suffering.

Pingxi looked confused: "...But every time the emperor finishes drinking the medicine, he asks the slaves to prepare it."

"......."

Yin Huai looked ugly and gave him a hard look.

Yin Yubei sneered, raised one eyebrow, and stared at him with interest.

"I didn't expect the emperor to be afraid of suffering?"

Yin Huai heard the casual teasing in his words, and couldn't help but blush slightly, but his face was still tense, and he lightly reprimanded "presumptuous".

Yin Yubei wasn't afraid at all, but still lowered his eyes slightly, with a docile appearance.

"It's the minister who overstepped."

The heat on Yin Huai's face had faded, he pretended not to see the corners of his slightly raised lips, and began to think calmly.

He also noticed that Yin Yubei hardly treated him as an emperor.

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly, knowing that according to the person's design, he should be furious at this time and show his might.

Thinking of this, he weighed the glass cup on the weighing table, his peach blossom eyes slanted towards Yin Yubei, his face turned cold, and he suddenly turned up the volume,

"Who gave you the guts."

But he didn't know that because of Cai's gaffe just now, the blush on his cheeks has not faded from coughing, and his ink-like eyes are also stained with mist.

This time it was really coughing.

However, his face was still tense and cold, completely unaware of what he looked like in the eyes of others,

Yin Yubei raised his eyelids, his image was reflected in the dark pupils.

Seeing that Yin Huai finally calmed down and was coughing badly, Ping Xi hurriedly asked the accompanying palace servants to call for the imperial physician.

A while later, the imperial physician arrived belatedly, took Yin Huai's pulse and reprepared the medicine, and then ordered Yin Yu's servants in the North Mansion to boil it for him.

It was already late at night, and the group had to temporarily stay overnight in the Prince Yu's Mansion. The manager of the Prince's Mansion was an old man surnamed Yu. After learning that Yin Huai was going to stay overnight, he quickly prepared a good wing room. When the warm incense is put on, the ground dragon will be very hot as soon as it is burned.

Yin Huai also changed out of the dragon robe and was about to take a bath and go to bed. He looked at the flying dragon hanging on the clothes rack with its teeth and claws, feeling sorry.

Yin Yubei didn't know if his eyes were bad, and he didn't glance at the majestic dragon robe, but thinking about it, no matter how ambitious he was, he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Yin Huai only brought Pingxi with him when he went out of the palace this time, and the one who waited on him to change his clothes was originally a maid from the mansion.

Yin Huai looked at the handsome young man who was bowing his head, pointed and said, "Let's replace him."

Men are more comfortable.

Pingxi's heart moved slightly, and he followed that boy for a few times, his features were clear and his eyes were pretty, his lips were red and his teeth were white, no wonder it was so.

His face remained calm, but he began to make calculations in his heart.

Yin Huaimu always didn't like others to be close to him, the water temperature in the pool was just right, and the fog made him feel dizzy, so he yawned.

After bathing and changing clothes to the Accord, it was already [-]:[-] pm,

Going around the brocade silk screen, just as Yin Huai walked to the couch, his eyelids twitched, and he turned to look at Pingxi who was smiling all over his face.

"Ping Xi..."

Pingxi immediately responded with a smile on his face, and he was very happy, waiting to receive the reward.

Yin Huai looked at the boy with all his clothes on the bed with a wooden face, and it turned out to be the handsome boy who was waiting for him to change.

The two stared at each other with big eyes.

"Your Highness is not satisfied?" Seeing that Yin Huai was silent, Ping Xi couldn't figure out what he meant.

"Satisfied...very satisfied." Yin Huai almost squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

Ping Xi is happy again.

Unexpectedly, Yin Huai changed the subject abruptly, looked at him sideways, and said coolly: "But you don't know that I'm not feeling well, do you need to rest?"

As soon as Pingxi's face changed, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Okay." Yin Huai stopped him, "Send him out."

"Your Majesty, do you feel better?" Ping Xi respectfully handed over the hot tea, knowing that he had done something wrong, with a deliberately flattering smile on his face.

Yin Huai took the tea and answered vaguely.

He was just pretending, but it is also true that his body is weak, coughing and coughing will come true.

In front of the wing room where he lived, there was a large plum grove, the weather was freezing and the air turned to frost, the plum blossoms still stood proudly on the branches, with his chin resting on his chest, he was fascinated by the window.

He thought of Changshan Ximei in the original book, and to make her smile, Yin Yubei planted plum blossoms in the palace for her. In winter, the overwhelming red plum blossoms are in full bloom, which is quite a sight.

At this time, in the study on the other side, Yin Yubei was standing in front of the desk, holding down the rice paper with one hand, and wrote a few words with the other pen, then folded it up and put it in a letter and handed it to the old man beside him.

"Uncle Jiang, give this to General Zhao."

The gray-clothed old servant quickly took Ying Shi, and after he left, Yin Yubei walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and asked coldly without looking back, "How's the movement over there?"

"Go back to your lord." The attendant was a little embarrassed to speak, and after a few moments of deliberation, he said euphemistically: "The emperor seems to have taken a fancy to a young servant, and the father-in-law next to him asked him to come over."

Yin Huai casually stroked his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said nothing.

Thanks to the cup of strong tea and the recognition of the bed, Yin Huai was still full of energy in the middle of the night, staring at the roof with eyes wide open, and finally struggled for a long time before falling asleep.

When she woke up again, she looked outside the house, it was still daylight, and Pingxi was still sleeping soundly on the couch in the small side room.

Yin Huai couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply put on his outer shirt and got up. He didn't call Pingxi, because he wanted to be quiet for a while early in the morning.

Finally, it took a long time to put on all the robes, and then put on the cloak and opened the door.

Outside the house is the plum grove, stepping on the soft snow, Yin Huai's feet sank deep into the snow, and then lifted up again, making a creaking sound.

This is the first time Yin Huai has real alone time since he came to this world.

On weekdays, there is always a crowd of people around, and there is no leisure at all.

At this time, everything is silent, and the snow can hardly be heard, except for the slight sound of feet stepping on the snow.

Yin Huai closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

There was a branch of Zhengyan with red plums in bloom, and Yin Huai wanted to pick off the vase, but the tree grew too high, he put his feet up and stretched out his hands to reach it, but he couldn't reach it.

When he was hesitating whether to ask someone to help him, suddenly a hand was stretched out from the side, and he folded off the plum blossom on top of his head, and handed it to him.

Yin Huai's eyes fell on that hand, the joints were distinct, and the tiger's mouth was slightly calloused, it looked like a veteran who had practiced martial arts all year round.

"Why does the emperor get up so early? Could it be that the servants in my mansion are not taking good care of me?"

Hearing this familiar casual voice, Yin Huai frowned subconsciously, turned his head, and met the bottomless eyes of the person who came up.

Sure enough, it was Yin Yubei.