I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

The emperor looked at the soft and charming woman kneeling on the ground, his face was full of anger, and his fingers almost crushed the bedpost.

But he can't get angry, who knows what Chu Zhengan's purpose in sending this woman is, if he executes her rashly, I'm afraid it's just following Chu Zhengan's mind.

Also secretly provoked ridicule.

"Head up."

The voice of the lingering sick person was hoarse and weak, and the emperor became even more angry when he spoke.

If it wasn't for Chu Zhen...

An Yuesong raised his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty."

She is beautiful by nature, and her open facial features are five points similar to Jiang Xing's. She put away the twisted madness in the prison, and she also has an extremely outstanding and unique appearance.

The emperor's face was pale and gloomy, "You said, it was your Prince Xiyi who entered the palace for you earlier?"

An Yuesong nodded, and said [-]: "His real name is Jiang Xing, and he is a half-sibling with my courtier's daughter. He is paranoid and timid..."

The emperor's expression was unpredictable, but Jiang Xing's submissive face appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

No matter what his identity is, apart from the prime minister, Jiang Xing is indeed the only one who dares to ignore Chu Zhengan's orders in the hall for so many years.

The other party held a golden cup and begged himself, saying that when he came to the Central Plains, he only listened to His Majesty's orders.

The emperor looked coldly at An Yuesong who was kneeling and bowing out of order.They are also from Xiyi, and they also have no etiquette, but Jiang Xing is much more popular than her.

An Yuesong said: "Your Majesty don't have to worry about how to deal with your servants."

Emperor: "What do you mean?"

An Yuesong responded with a smile, quite confidently, "The Prince Regent handed you such a big deal, if you don't make good use of it, wouldn't it be a waste of money?"

The emperor moved slightly, leaned over and asked, "Oh?"

An Yuesong: "Is Jiang Xing from Xiyi, or is it the price of the Xiyi sent to quell the war between the two countries? But the regent still took this person out of the palace, even inseparable..."

The emperor's face became more and more gloomy.

Chu Zhen is so courageous.

If there is one, there are two, today is Jiang Xing, should he take the throne from under his ass tomorrow?

An Yuesong's eyes were dark and bright, and he continued: "Your Majesty can use this to accuse him of the crime."

The emperor forbearance asked: "What crime?"

He smiled sarcastically: "The civil and military forces of the whole dynasty are his wings, entangled and difficult to remove... Even if I question him in the hall, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve results."

An Yuesong lowered his head, concealed the uncontrollable contempt on his face, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought about it, the regent did not win the hearts of the people with great wealth, and secondly, he never used excuses to threaten the loyalty of his disciples. Why did these people follow?" he?"

Most of the emperor's body was hidden behind the bed curtain.

After a long time, a patient voice came out: "Say it."

An Yuesong said: "It's the heart for the country and the people."

She smiled sarcastically, and gestured with her palms: "But what if... the regent who is dedicated to the people will also commit the crime of corruption?"

"what for?"

"As long as the official bank can be found in the Prince Regent's Mansion, and a piece of relief money that has not been traced can be insisted on, it will be enough to make most people feel alienated from him."

"Using Jiang Xing as a matchmaker again, the official questioned whether he had private contacts and collusion with the Xiyi royal court..."

An Yuesong clenched her palms tightly, "Even if Chu Zhengan can't be hurt, the whole court will be full of loopholes for your majesty to put people in."

After a long time, the emperor sighed: "With such a meticulous and vicious mind, in the future, Chu Zhenqian will definitely regret sending you into the palace."

An Yuesong didn't hide anything, and said bluntly: "I only hope that Chu Zhenqian loses power, so that you can conquer the royal court of Xiyi."

The emperor clapped his hands and laughed, and said a few good words in succession.

"I will find someone to do as you said." He said with a hint of warning in his tone, "but the princess had better figure it out, I want your life, it's just a matter of one word."

If the blade is too sharp, the user will worry that it will hurt the owner in turn.

An Yuesong got what she wanted, and bowed deeply and knelt down.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as Chu Zhengan came, he killed three senior officials in Southeast County. The officials were so frightened that they were in a panic all day long. They immediately left the soft bedding and dry beds in the mansion, and went down to the affected towns to check the situation.

The regent and his party were also not allowed to rest. Jiang Xing was taken to the palace by Jiao Huan to be resettled. Chu Zhenqian had brought people to check the dam to prevent it from breaking again after the heavy rain.

The southeast county is constantly raining, and the bluestone slabs and bricks will be water-stained every time you step on them, which is damp and cold to the bone.

Jiang Xing took a breath in his palm: "It's so cold, can I light a fire?"

There was not a single attendant in the palace, and they were all taken to repair the embankment to prevent flooding. Jiao Huan dug out a few pieces of black charcoal from the warehouse in disgrace, all of which were water-stained.

"Can it be lit?"

Jiang Xing squatted in front of the brazier, watching Jiao Huan rubbing the flint expectantly.

Jiao Huan wiped his face with his elbow: "It's hard to say."

"Wait a minute, don't move." Jiang Xing suddenly pulled him to look at his face, got up and went to the room to wet a towel and came to Jiao Huan's side, "It's all dust, so dirty."

Jiao Huan stiffened all over and avoided it, "No need..."

"I'm the one who wants to light the charcoal fire."

Jiang Xing smiled softly, the one who deliberately teased Jiao Huan before was almost like the other party's fantasy, and it never happened in reality.

"Don't move."

Jiang Xing leaned over to support Jiao Huan's chin, and wiped away the black ash with a damp cloth.

It was so delicate and gentle that it made Jiao Huan feel uncomfortable.

The instinct to detect danger sounded the alarm again, telling him to be careful.

Jiang Xing tilted his head, the soft black hair behind his ears slid to his cheeks, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Jiao Huan hesitated and said, "Thank you."

With a click of flint, the wool used to start the fire ignited, Jiao Huan hurriedly turned sideways to avoid Jiang Xing, and lit the charcoal fire.

There was water vapor in the charcoal fire, and it ignited thick smoke, which made Jiang Xing cough, and Jiao Huan had to get up again to open the door to ventilate.

The wind started to blow outside, sporadic raindrops fell, and after a while, it became a downpour again.

Fortunately, the charcoal fire was warm, so Jiang Xing took a small stool and sat by the fire, rubbing his palms to warm himself by the fire.

"Aren't you cold?" He looked at Jiao Huan who was standing by the door, "It's raining too much outside."

Jiao Huan shook his head stiffly. In fact, his back was already icy cold, but he would rather be cold than dare to get any closer to Jiang Xing.

There was a rustling sound in the back, and the sound of metal clashing, Jiao Huan couldn't help turning his head: "What are you doing?"

"Ah." Jiang Xing was using the tongs to pick up the charcoal, and was startled when he heard this.The shape of the charcoal is round, and it is smashed back into the basin as soon as it is clamped, splashing sparks.

"What are you doing with charcoal?" Jiao Huan asked puzzled, "It will go out in a while."

Jiang Xing pointed to a small hand stove at his feet, "I'll hold it for you."

Jiao Huan was startled, his eyes fluttered, not knowing how to respond, he said indiscriminately, "You don't know how to do things, so don't mess around."

Jiang Xing finally picked up a piece of charcoal carefully this time, and stared at it with all his attention. He was relieved until he put it into the hand stove. He raised his head and smiled, "Look, I can still do it."

He picked up the copper cover and was about to buckle it on the hand stove. In order to prevent the stove from slipping, he still wanted to reach out and grab the body of the stove. Jiao Huan was startled and said urgently: "Don't touch it!"

Jiang Xing shrank his fingertips, covered his hands in pain and couldn't speak, his eyes were filled with physiological tears, and the tip of his nose was red.

"Huh, huh." He blew on his hands indiscriminately, with a mournful face, "It's so hot."

"Show me." Jiao Huan didn't care to keep a distance, and strode forward to grab Jiang Xing's palm.

Curl your fingers and spread them out, like opening a flower.

The white and delicate fingertips were flushed, Jiao Huan touched it lightly, and felt that the skin was hot and fragile, showing signs of blistering.

In fact, the copper stove is not too hot, and it only takes a few breaths to put the charcoal fire in.But Jiang Xing has never done anything rough, and he has no thick skin on his hands.

Jiao Huan said, "Come with me."

He forgot that he was leading Jiang Xing, walked into the corridor, and made several detours to the side water room, where the well water that had not been pumped was stored in the stone jar.

"Spread your hands." Jiao Huan picked up the water ladle, and poured the cold water on the burn bit by bit.

Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed the bridge of his nose embarrassingly, "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I don't know what to do."

"I don't know how you survived for more than ten years." Jiao Huan sighed, and poured cold water for a long time, the redness of the burn disappeared, "It's done."

Jiang Xing wiped his finger and handed it to Jiao Huan: "Is it all right?"

Yubai's palm shook with his breathing, Jiao Huan simply held his wrist and examined it carefully, "It's all right, don't touch hot water today."

"it is good."

Jiang Xing smiled gratefully. After returning to the house, Jiao Huan installed the stove by himself, but did not return to the door.

He wrapped the stove in a thick cotton cloth and stuffed it back to Jiang Xing, "Hold it."

"Oh." Jiang Xing took the stove in a daze.

Jiao Huan sat directly on the ground, fiddled with the charcoal twice with the tongs, "Is it still cold?"

"No." Jiang Xing touched his stomach, "I'm a little hungry."

Jiao Huan was helpless: "No one cooks, we have to wait for someone to come back."

Jiang Xing blinked, and looked expectantly at Jiao Huan: "Can I bake sweet potatoes?"

Jiao Huan was at a loss for words, "Where can I find you..."

Jiang Xing propped his cheeks, feeling rather regretful: "Is it really not possible?"

Now is indeed the season for sweet potatoes, maybe the kitchen warehouse will have...  

Jiao Huan sighed, "Don't run around here, the palace is too big, you will definitely get lost."

He didn't realize that his tone was much softer than before.

Jiang Xing nodded obediently.

Jiao Huan also came to the Southeast Palace for the first time. It took him a long time to find the kitchen based on his experience. He carefully selected a few sweet potatoes that looked ripe, washed them clean, and plucked off his beard. Then he went back to find Jiang. star.

On the way, I ran into Zhou Jingyun.

Jiao Huan was slightly surprised: "The prince is back?"

Zhou Jingyun wrung out his cloak under the eaves, "The rain is so fucking fierce, no one can stand on the embankment."

He looked at the sweet potato in Jiao Huan's hand, raised his eyebrows and teased, "Why, make dinner early?"

"Jiang Xing wants to eat." Jiao Huan clicked his tongue irritably, and walked past Zhou Jingyun.

"You'd better not go there at the moment."

Zhou Jingyun teased from behind.

Jiao Huan didn't understand what he meant, and walked around the corridor to see the room where Jiang Xing was warming up.

The door was ajar, Jiao Huan took a step forward, and suddenly froze.

Jiang Xing chuckled from inside the room, that beautiful but dull young man was acting softly, asking for a hug.

Jiao Huan looked in through the crack of the door in a strange way, and he cursed that he should leave quietly, but he couldn't control his body, as if he was bewitched.

The prince was throwing down his wet poncho, and messy water droplets stained the ground. Jiang Xing sat on a small stool, with his arms tightly around his waist, and his soft cheeks lightly rubbed against him.

"Is the emperor cold?" The young man raised his head and smiled dryly at Chu Zhen, took out a small hand stove from his arms and handed it to him, "Hold this."

Chu Zhenqian leaned over, put his arm under the young man's arms to pick him up, and the hand stove hit the ground, causing Jiang Xing to exclaim.

"What are you doing, uncle?"

He complained without temper, bowed his head like a kitten, squinted his eyes and rubbed against Chu Zhenqian, and the corners of his plump lips were slightly hooked, inviting people to kiss him.

Chu Zhen kissed him dryly, the touch of lips and teeth was warmer than any charcoal fire.

And Jiang Xing looked up casually, and saw Jiao Huan's shadow outside the door, smiling with crooked brows and eyes, white and innocent.