After I ate against the cold eunuch [Transmigration Book]

"The Treasure in the Palm of an Eunuch Dressed in the West Factory" by: Liang Baisu

"Imperial decree, King Ying Ning'an accepts the decree—" A high-pitched voice filled the entire palace compound. In today's world, who would dare not respect the decree of the Ninth Five-Year Lord?

Even the prince, after hearing the imperial decree, would kneel down tremblingly and bow his head, raise his hands high, and shout long live.

"Following heaven's fortune, the emperor's edict said: King Ning'an of Ying colluded with the inner court and attempted to perish me and prosper the country. His heart can be punished, and his body can be destroyed—"

As the cold words fell, the person who received the order suddenly raised his head, his red eyes fixed on the person in front of him, and his voice trembled: "Eunuch, my Ning family has been loyal to the emperor for generations. He was kind and generous, and he was specially named the king of relatives."

"My lord, you should save your loyalty and tell the former king underground." With a pair of icy eyes mocking, he waved his hand: "Take them all."

"Eunuch—the emperor—the emperor—"

There was a clatter of metal shackles, followed by a burst of detention.

a month later.

The world-renowned King Ying was confiscated by his family and charged with committing treason. He committed suicide in fear of crime and was thrown into prison.

Kyoto, butterfly love flowers.

"Elder-in-law, you are here, this way please." The old bustard looked at the visitor, smiled sweetly, and gently fanned the visitor with the hand holding the fan.

"Where are the others?" A thin voice came, and the other party directly passed the madam without even looking at her, as if climbing up the second staircase next to her.

"It's locked in the house, and I can't run away. The temper of the son of the family will not change for a while, and he will be stubborn." The old bustard followed carefully, and when the person in front asked, she rolled her eyes to answer.

There was a rustle.

In the private room on the second floor.

The bustard was stopped by the guards, and the person in front opened the door and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the lock being unlocked, Ning Cong's heart trembled in the room.

Then in the dimly lit room, the face painted with lacquer was exposed in front of him.

"Did you think that you were the young son of the Ning Mansion favored by thousands of people?" The visitor laughed.

Ning Cong backed away in fear.

"Not picking up customers?" The other party murmured, "Who do you want to keep your noble chastity for?"

An enlarged pale face suddenly approached, grabbed his collar, and his voice was full of disdain and cruelty: "It's okay if you don't want to pick up the guests, then go down and find your treacherous father and live with him." ..."

After finishing speaking, Ning Cong's neck was strangled by a big palm, his smiling face was suffocated and turned red, and he was about to be unable to breathe.

He could only hear him yelling with all his strength: "No, don't, don't kill me——"

"Don't, don't..."

There was a scream, accompanied by a rebound of the body.

Ning Cong got up from the bed, gasped heavily, and shouted involuntarily, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

When he came back to his senses, he touched his face and found that it was covered with sweat.

That dream just now was so... so real.

He just read this fictional novel about men and men, what's the matter, he was dreaming, when he arrived in Daxing country, he also dreamed that he became the poor cannon fodder little county king who was sold cheaply to the brothel by the eunuch.

Shi Yichen was too ruthless, he refused to obey, and even wanted to kill him to silence him.

Terrible, really terrible.

Fortunately, this is a dream.

After a while, Ning Cong, who had completely recovered, stretched his hand to the bedside, wanting to take some Qingfeng tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

As a result, this tissue was not drawn, but it was empty.

Immediately, he panicked and raised his eyes to look: Er's mother, what's going on?

Not to mention facial tissue, there is not even a bedside cabinet.

He was looking around. There was a large rosewood bed, and the light gauze curtains were drawn down. He could vaguely see the furniture and furnishings outside. He immediately raised his hand and opened the curtains. The carpet is soft and comfortable for the feet to walk on. The room is very spacious and the lighting is excellent. There is a four-fold folded flower-and-bird embroidery screen in front of it to cover it. Two pots of flowers as delicate as rhododendrons add a touch of beauty to the interior picture of the house. There is a mullion window on the left, and there is a long table under the bed, with some rice paper on it, Yantai brush and ink.

This dream is so real!

A dream within a dream.

He woke up in a dream, that book is really harmful.

Ning Cong walked over, and saw that there was still a budding plum blossom painted on the rice paper, the brushwork was delicate and graceful, as if he was swearing that the master's temper was the same.

Ning Cong couldn't help but reach out to take a look, the painting is still okay.

He majored in painting in college. Although he has not studied traditional Chinese painting systematically, he still has basic appreciation and aesthetics.

Just when he touched the tip of the rice paper, there was a crisp knock on the door, accompanied by a test: "Master, are you awake?"

Ning Cong was stunned, and shrank his hand like an electric shock. This dream is so strange, and there are supporting characters talking?

Ning Cong pondered in his heart.

Seeing that no one came back to the question, the people outside the house couldn't help being anxious: "Master?" Ning Cong subconsciously responded.

Lift your feet as if walking outside, and open the door.

I saw a young man in a gray-blue servant uniform with anxious eyes. Seeing him standing at the door, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "My lord, you scared Xiaofeng to death."

Ning Cong looked at him for a while, and suddenly slapped himself on the face.

It hurts, it hurts!

Over there, Xiaofeng saw Ning Cong slapping himself, his eyes were so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently: "Shi, son, what's wrong with you?"

a while.

Ning Cong finally realized that something was wrong.

This is not a dream!

He raised his hand and pinched Xiaofeng again, and Xiaofeng's tears of pain were about to fall: "Master, slow down, pinch Xiaofeng to death, who will serve you in the future."

Ning Cong let go, and finally understood that this is not a dream, this is the real reality.

Him, crossed?

breeze?

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old male servant said that his name was Xiaofeng, ah, I remembered.

Isn't this the personal servant of the cannon fodder prince in the male-female fiction "The Tragic Fate of the Cannon Fodder Prince" that he was chasing after.

What I did before was all the plots in my dreams, but this time, it seems that I have come to the battlefield in one brain.

He was no longer just dreaming.

How he was so unlucky, I still remember the scene in the dream.

It's not good for him to dress up as someone else, Pianpian dressed up as a cannon fodder little prince, his family was framed by a big eunuch and imprisoned, and in the end he would die in a dirty place like a brothel.

Really, it's so unreasonable.

"Master?" Ning Cong's eyes were lost, although he looked at Xiaofeng but his eyes were empty, and his thoughts had already flown to nowhere.Next to my ear was Xiaofeng's worried and puzzled call: "Master, don't scare Xiaofeng today, is it okay?"

Ning Cong withdrew his gaze and looked at the quaint courtyard. Knowing that his guess was right, he entered the book.

In order not to arouse suspicion, he tried his best to relax his mind, retracted his thoughts, and looked at Xiaofeng: "What do you want from me?"

Xiaofeng was stunned and said: "Your Majesty, today is His Majesty's birthday, you want to enter the palace to congratulate."

What happened to your son today?

Xiao Feng was full of doubts. Two days ago, he went out for a day with Chu Tian's son of Duan Wang's family. On the way to save someone from falling into the water, he said he was not feeling well and needed to rest. Could it be that he hasn't had a good rest after a few days?

The prince couldn't be frozen to death by the icy river water, right?

Xiaofeng was full of worry: "Master, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Cong interrupted him, and coughed twice: "Yes, I almost forgot, I had a dream just now, and I was stunned. Let's go then." Worried that he would ask too many traces of exposure, he asked Pretending that he understood, he explained in a few words, then opened the door and walked out.

Xiaofeng said from behind: "My lord, you haven't changed your clothes yet?"

Then he invited him into the house.

It turned out that it was a dream, and the ghost pressed the bed. No wonder Shizi felt a little bit wrong today.

It may be that the dream was too scary, and the son hadn't recovered from his senses, but after hearing Ning Cong's words, Xiaofeng's heart sank a lot.

After he entered the room, he combed Ning Cong's hair and changed his clothes. After a short time, Ning Cong was fully dressed.

"My lord, the lord has said that he will pass by himself first, and let you hurry up, so don't delay the auspicious time." As soon as the door opened, a figure outside walked like him and ran quickly, panting.

Ning Cong looked at the person who came, and then at Xiaofeng: "Who is he?"

The other party was stunned, and then couldn't believe it: "Master, I'm Xiaoliu, you don't remember me?"

Ning Cong was taken aback for a moment, and then Xiao Liu understood.

This person, like Xiaofeng, is the servant of the cannon fodder little prince, a personal servant.

Before Ning Cong could speak, Xiaofeng next to him gave Xiao Liu a considerate look: "What's your name, the prince just had a nightmare, and he hasn't had a good rest yet."

It turned out to be the case.

Xiao Liu's originally worried heart finally calmed down.

It is good that the son has not forgotten him.

At the beginning, Ning Cong already seemed to be walking outside the door, arranging the inconvenient Chinese clothes while walking.

The clothes of the royal relatives are cumbersome. He wears a dark gray leather hat on his head, and his long hair hangs down behind him, revealing a fair and bright face. His facial features are already perfect, but it will be even more amazing after he deliberately dresses up.

She was wearing a white and blue dark dress, with a wide-brimmed belt around her waist, with a round jade-colored gemstone inlaid in the middle, and a pair of dark-colored inlaid shoes on her feet. When she walked, the clothes were elegant and elegant.

After leaving the gate of the palace, a gorgeous carriage was parked there, Ning Cong got into the carriage, and Xiao Liu Xiaofeng drove.

After walking for a while to the gate of the palace, Ning Cong got out of the car for inspection, the carriage stopped outside the gate of the palace, Xiaofeng Xiaoliu couldn't get in, so he had to wait outside.

Ning Cong glanced at the majestic palace, there are two worlds here and outside.

There are three square gates under the majestic and domineering city wall. The middle one has the highest length-to-width ratio and the largest gate, followed by a slightly smaller gate on both sides. The left gate is slightly taller and larger than the right gate, and the right gate is the smallest.

And he walked in through the door on the left.

Ning Cong knew that this gate reflected the strict hierarchy of the royal family. Only the emperor could freely enter and leave the middle gate. The one on the left was for the emperor's relatives and officials above the third rank to enter and exit, and the one on the far right was for officials below the third rank of the palace.

In the book, the original body's father is a prince with a foreign relative. Because his ancestors were kind to tutoring the royal family and made great military achievements, he was specially approved to be a relative of the royal family. It is his turn today that he has the good reputation of a son-in-law to enjoy the royal treatment. Enter.

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How should I put it, Ning Cong's feet seem to be fixed by molten iron, and he can't move at all.

After he entered the palace, there were patrol eunuchs leading him all the way to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. It was expected that his father Ying Wang Ning'an had already arrived, but he probably didn't recognize anyone after he entered, so the joke was over.Chang changed his tone halfway and told the little eunuch that he had to go to the toilet to relieve his three emergencies.

The little eunuch didn't dare to offend him, so he led him to an emergency room. Ning Cong told the other party that his big event would take a long time, and let him go first so that he could find his way.

The little eunuch hesitated for a long time, and was finally persuaded by him to leave.

As soon as the other party left, Ning Cong immediately came out, thinking that if he wandered around the palace for a while, he might not have a chance to come back in the future.

But after shaking it three times and twice, it moved to a place where it shouldn't be.For example, the room he is in now.

After he pushed the door and entered, there was a creaking sound from the thick carved door.

In front is a five-fold folding screen, on which flowers, birds and peonies are embroidered with gold thread, and the damp factor in the room is dense on his face.

He crossed the screen and walked a few steps inside. There was an oval wooden bath barrel in the screen, and there were seven or eight buckets of spare water in the ground next to it. The water vapor that filled the room came from here.

Inside the oval barrel, a man's hair was loose. His long hair was pouring like ink and drooping into the barrel. One strand fell loosely on the edge of the barrel and stuck to the barrel wall. With Ning Cong's eyesight, he could only see his profile.

Like the beautiful lines drawn by a cartoonist, from the hairline down to the chin, every stroke is perfect.At this time, a wisp of clear water flowed from top to bottom along the line and dripped gently between his jaws, and Ning Cong could almost feel the ticking sound of the water drops falling into the bucket.

Along his profile, only half of his face can be seen, and the other half is subtly hidden by the three-dimensional facial features. The only eye is hidden in the long hair, and the slender eyelashes tremble in the humid air. His arms are very long, and he is holding a gourd-shaped half ladle to scoop water down his neck.

The beautiful neck was exposed, and against the background of clear water, no makeup was applied, but the skin was even more white as snow and delicate.

The gestures of the hands are full of nobility and grace.

The man looked at him slowly, his whole face fell into Ning Cong's sight, Ning Cong trembled all over, and only one sentence popped out of his mind in an instant:

As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind. (1)

This man is unbelievably handsome.

It was obviously a cold and indifferent face, but his every move was full of coquettishness, majestic and charming.

"Does it look good?" A cold and mocking voice came.

Ning Cong was stunned, as if he didn't understand the teasing meaning in his words, he kept lighting his head like a rolling pin pounding garlic: "It looks good."

"Hehe." A chuckle.

Ning Cong was suddenly brought back to reality, only to realize that he had been obsessed unconsciously.

He even subconsciously accepted what others were talking to him.

After realizing what he said, Ning Cong felt ashamed and wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

He actually lost his dignity in front of a man, acting as if he had never seen a beautiful woman in his life.

Shame.

The other party looked at him for a while, his bright eyes were full of emotions, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he smiled half-smile: "Since I like to watch it so much, why don't I wash it with the Ye family recently, so that I can feel the nobility of your royal family."

When Ning Cong heard this, his whole body was excited, did he invite himself together?

This is a hint of red/fruit/fruit.

Such a beautiful person, should he go or not?

A strong voice in his heart urged him: go and go, after passing this village, there will be no such shop.

Another voice pretended again: No way, you are still a baby, a small flower bone that has not yet bloomed.

I can't bear it, how embarrassing it is, how embarrassing it is~

Suddenly, the other party stood up, threw the scoop into the bucket next to him, stood up and fell to the ground.

Ning Cong couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his body trembled. A beige towel was wrapped around his waist from his legs to his hips. Every time he took a step, the center of the towel shook. At this moment , Ning Cong's eyes were only looking at a certain place, and a thousand troops rushed in his heart: How big is it?

Should be very big, right?

This man is so tall and beautiful, according to common sense, he shouldn't be small.

For a moment, his heart started to speed up as he thought, and his emotions were even higher than when he was watching a certain work/oral manga alone.

"Tick-"

There was a sound of water dripping to the ground next to Ning Cong's ear, and then he felt something was wrong.

Why is there a fishy smell in the nose.

Touch it, your hand is scarlet/red, he, he actually - nosebleed?

It's really top notch.

Ning Cong stood there, wailing from the bottom of his heart—the old face was gone.

The other party directly passed him, walked to the screen next to him and stood still, put on a jacket, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

Looking at him, he didn't speak, but the narrowness of the sneer in his eyes has already appeared on his face, at this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

This laugh is very lethal.

Ning Cong took it, his face was still extraordinarily leisurely and calm, without showing a trace of embarrassment.

At this time, Ning Cong knew that being shameless is the biggest shame, and when you should be thick, you must not be thin.

After Fang gave him the handkerchief, he quickly got dressed, took out a small round box with exquisite workmanship, and painted a faint pimple on his face in front of the mirror.

Ning Cong was stunned when he saw this, this.....it feels like a eunuch.

Suddenly, he was startled, thinking about what the other party said just now: Our family.

Isn't that what eunuchs call themselves?