Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin didn't stay in the main hall for a quarter of an hour before he was taken away again. The young man who looked exactly like him seemed grumpy and not very talkative. He touched his face, but the opponent's hand was strong. His face is still hurting.

The carriage swayed forward, he touched the jade lock on his chest, he felt very at ease with the jade lock on it, when he touched the two small characters on it, his heart trembled slightly, and his fingertips stopped slowly.

He frowned slowly in the carriage, and touched himself again. Apart from a jade lock, he also had a piece of paper on which was written a person's fate. To his surprise, it was on the have a name.

Sheng Rufei?

Lin Sijin didn't have much impression. Looking at his fate, he found that seven of his hits were suffering and six of them.

Why would he take other people's fate?

With my fingertips, I held the fate card a little farther away, and then I took it a little farther away. I felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, so I put it in my arms to feel at ease.

It seems that this is someone who is very important to him. Lin Sijin was thinking wildly in the carriage, rubbing the three small characters Sheng Rufei with his fingertips. indefinite?

Lin Sijin turned over herself again, to make sure there was nothing else, but there were traces of sewing on the skirt, which was crookedly sewn, and there were two ugly small characters of "Xiaojin".

He looked at the front of his clothes for a while, and he was sure that he did not sew it on himself. He didn’t know who sewed it for him. His clothes were white, and he chose a green thread to sew them on. It was so ugly.

He closed his clothes again, there were attendants outside, and he opened the curtains. This is a prosperous ancient city, with many vermilion towers and pavilions, and a tall palace wall at the end.

Lin Sijin felt that he should figure out what was going on first. For example, the young man who looked exactly like him just now should stay, but the other party obviously didn't like him very much.

He was still thinking about how to go back, the carriage entered layers of palaces, and gradually stopped, the attendants outside opened the curtains.

"Young master, the East Palace is here."

Lin Sijin got off the carriage, he had always been unruly, when he got off, he supported the edge of the carriage and jumped off directly.

The attendant next to him took another look at him, met his face, and lowered his head again.

Ah, Lin Sijin understands, it seems that General Lin should be very strict on weekdays.

The attendants went in to report, Lin Sijin was looking at the palace, the red walls and green tiles, the eaves and teeth pecking high, the East Palace...it should be the Prince's Palace.

He analyzed from Lin Fuheng's attitude just now, that General Lin should be at odds with this Eastern Palace Crown Prince.

"Come with me, little boy."

There was another attendant who came out, wearing a palace uniform, the original attendant stepped back, this was the meaning of being sent, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and he followed the palace attendant into the palace.

Lin Sijin touched the lock in her arms before stepping into the hall, and smelled an extremely faint fragrance of fallen plums. The hall was brightly lit, and there were not many guards.

He lowered his head when he entered, and he could glimpse the incense burner and the soft carpet in the corner, as well as a corner of the white impatiens robe.

The palace man knelt on the ground and saluted, and Lin Sijin followed suit. He acted in a well-regulated manner, thinking about what to say, when a low and indifferent young voice came from above his head.

"General Lin sent it over?"

"Yes... the general said that if someone found it outside our hall, it should not be sent to the general's mansion, and their general's mansion does not accept idiots."

When Lin Sijin heard this voice, he didn't have time to pay attention to Lin Fuheng scolding him as an idiot. He raised his head subconsciously and looked towards the corner.

A figure sat by the window of the main hall.The young man has icy eyebrows, thin and cool arcs at the end of his eyes, a high nose bridge, red lips like rouge, silver hair scattered around his side, and a white impatiens court dress. He is much more stunning than impatiens.

It was obviously the first time we met, Lin Sijin was a little stunned... At that moment, his ears were red, and he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat in the hall.

He was a little dizzy, and his face was a little hot. He took a look and looked away. There was a "boom" in his mind, and there was only one thought.

It's over, no matter whether he had a sweetheart before... now he has one.

Murong Fei took a panoramic view of the young man's expression, frowned slightly, and said calmly, "Has General Lin seen him?"

Having seen this face, some people probably believed that it was Lin Fuheng's son, so they probably wouldn't send him here.

"Yes, General Lin said it was annoying to look at, and asked His Highness to pay more attention to his body."

Hearing that the air pressure in the palace has dropped a little, the boy who delivered the message was speaking the exact words of Lin Fuheng, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he lowered his head and dared not vent his anger, he could not afford to offend both sides.

Everyone in the palace knows that His Highness the Crown Prince is not in good health. In the past, the national teacher had counted his fate, saying that His Highness would not be able to survive a weak crown. Now His Highness's life depends on the panacea of ​​the Immortal Dao.

It is natural for the General and His Highness to be at odds, no one would be willing to serve the short-lived prince, not to mention that Lin Fuheng has already ascended to the top and has a reputation of three thousand generations, so it is not certain whether he will stay in Gusu or not.

Lin Sijin knelt on the ground, but the young man on the main seat didn't let him get up. He sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he peeked over again. The young man by the window obviously didn't look very well.

The young man frowned slightly, he felt his heart was about to be pulled.

He stayed where he was, not daring to speak rashly. After a while, the boy opened his mouth.

"You go down first."

"Yes."

The servants exited the palace. Lin Sijin's knees hurt a little, and the floor was cold. He moved secretly, and felt eyes falling on him, and the young man not far away was looking at him.

The other party's eyes were cold, with a little scrutiny.

"Your face is exactly the same as Lin Fuheng's."

Lin Sijin didn't dare to move anymore. He glanced at the little highness, his heart pounding, and replied after consideration, "It's not the same."

It's really not the same.

Murong Fei's eyes drooped slightly, the young man in front of him obviously didn't have Lin Fuheng's strong aura, he wasn't that tall, his temperament was soft and gentle, his clear eyes were slightly narrowed, and he would sneak a look at him every once in a while. emotions have not converged.

Totally two people.

Lin Sijin heard a slight movement, he saw His Highness stood up, something flew to his side, he looked along, there were many... scarlet butterflies.

It doesn't look like a scarlet color, anyway the color is ugly, the butterfly seems to be connected with spiritual energy, it flutters around him, after fluttering for a while, it flies back, lands on Murong Fei's fingertips and dissipates.

A shadow fell before his eyes, and Murong Fei came in front of him, her voice was a little low, "Chidie can't figure it out, you are not from Lin Fuheng, and you don't belong to the Xianmen demon clan... Where did you come from?"

Murong Fei touched his face with her fingertips, her eyes were scrutinizing coldly, and the young man's fingertips were warm, rubbing his face with his fingertips was completely different from being pinched by Lin Fuheng.

"I..." He didn't know it himself, in front of the tip of Lin Sijin's nose was the fragrance of falling plums on the boy's body, that dizzy feeling came up again, he needed to restrain himself so as not to throw himself into the boy's arms.

There was heat on his face, and there was no reason for "I" to come out. Because he was too excited, his mind fell into a blank, and those passionate emotions seemed to explode in his ears.

He passed out.

Before passing out, he seemed to have bumped into something warm and cool.

Before Murong Fei could react, the young man rushed towards him, as if he had calculated it, and threw himself directly into his arms.

Thin lips brushed against two pieces of warmth, Murong Fei grasped the wrist of the young man in his arms, his face was a little ugly, he stared at his palm, his subconscious reaction was to catch the person instead of pushing him away.

"Your Highness—"

The guard hidden in the dark showed his figure, and wanted to drag the person away, Murong Fei looked over, and the guard stayed where he was.

Murong Fei's fingertips felt a little cold, the boy passed out and still tugged at the corner of his clothes, the corners of his eyes were full of tears.

Tears dripped on his fingertips, and his fingertips seemed to be scalded. He retracted his fingertips and tried to break off the young man's fingers. It seemed that he had no strength, but he couldn't break them off at this time.

Lin Sijin had no idea that after she passed out, she was still holding on to the corner of his clothes, as if grasping at the last straw.

At this moment, in the General's Mansion on the other side.

In the main hall, there were guards kneeling on the ground.

"General, don't ask the eminent monk for an audience."

Lin Fuheng was listening to the report from the idiot bag sent by the palace, and when he heard that little trash, Dim Sum, was crying while clutching the corner of His Highness's clothes, he clicked his tongue in his heart, is it really that sick man?

"Let him in."

Lin Fuheng let the guards on one side go down, regardless of how rarely he was born, the last time he was born, it was calculated that there was an evil god in the He family, now what is calculated?

Could it be related to that little trash snack?

The eminent monk Wuwen soon came to the main hall, Lin Fuheng was more polite to the eminent monk Wuwen, ordered someone to bring tea, got down from the main seat, and asked, "Sir, why did you enter the mortal world this time?"

"Amitabha," Wu Wen lowered his brows slightly, he had a rich and compassionate face, and there was a lot of red dust between his brows and eyes, he said slowly, "The poor monk came this time because he figured out that there is a vision around the general."

Lin Fuheng listened quietly to the following.

"The general must have seen that person before. He came from the outside world."

"Outside... beyond three thousand lives?"

Wuwen shook his head: "In a farther place, he comes from the distant future... is the general's reincarnation."

Lin Fuheng was surprised when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows slightly, "My reincarnation?"

Will his reincarnation be as soft as a dodder?He doesn't believe it.

"It's not just the general's reincarnation. I don't know if the general has heard about it. The birth of the evil god will cause a catastrophe in the immortal world and the three thousand generations... That young man is the only one who can change the destiny."

Without asking, he said Amitabha again, "He is tied to the general, if he perishes here, the general may also be hopeless."

Lin Fuheng was still thinking about taking care of his business, but he choked on the tea when he heard the last sentence, and his face darkened a little.

"What do you mean, that I have to be responsible for him?"

He has just been sent to Murong Fei, maybe he has already been sent to be made into a puppet, after all, it is well known that His Royal Highness doesn't like him very much.

Why don't you wait to see him, he doesn't want to see the sick man, how could the sick man treat him.

Besides, that kid looks exactly like him.

The hall fell silent, the tea on the table was still warm, and Buwen's figure dissipated like a wisp of green smoke.

……

Lin Sijin remembered that he fainted, he woke up not long after, his eyes hurt a little, his nose was a little stuffy, and he seemed to be pulling the hem of his clothes by his hand.

He subconsciously wiped his face with the hem of his clothes, looked at the unfamiliar roof beam, felt something was wrong, and looked to the side.

Then he met a familiar and glamorous face, he tugged at the corner of his clothes, Murong Fei's face was indifferent, because he wiped his nose, his brows frowned slightly.

When Lin Sijin saw this face, he was a little stunned, his mind was a little numb, and his tongue seemed to be tied.

"Little...Little Highness, why are you here?"

Before Murong Fei could answer, a young servant beside him spoke unhappily.

"Isn't it because you have been tugging on the corner of our Highness's clothes, and you are unwilling to let go no matter what. Your Highness is kind, so he is here to guard you."

The little servant was annoyed, "Now that you're awake, why don't you let go quickly, your Highness's clothes are also yours to touch?"

"And...Your Majesty is someone you can call?"

Lin Sijin realized later that he reacted completely naturally just now, what he was holding was the corner of Murong Fei's clothes, he was a little reluctant to let go, looked at Murong Fei, Murong Fei's brows and eyes were cold, and he couldn't see anything.

"Your Highness, forgive me," Lin Sijin slowly let go, his face flushed slightly, a little embarrassed.

Murong Fei's eyes paused slightly on the cheek of the boy on the bed, and when he retracted the corner of his clothes, their fingertips touched.

It was only for a moment that the young man seemed to have a spring installed on his body, and he almost hit the wall backwards with a "bang", his face turned even redder.

Lin Sijin apologized in a low voice, "Your Highness... I didn't mean to."

The boy at the side was rolling his eyes. It was the first time he had seen such an obvious seduction, and it was almost self-inflicted. His Royal Highness would not be fooled by this.