[Quick Transmigration] Lord God is not happy

On weekdays, He You and His Royal Highness have always been inseparable.

Oh, and also, that Young Master Xie is always with His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince.

Lin Zian asked curiously, "Your Highness, why are you here alone today?"

His Royal Highness Seventh said to him in a cold voice: "From now on, I will be the only one."

There seemed to be a bit of grievance in the boy's eyes.

Why is this?

Lin Zian was puzzled and then delighted: "What's the matter, then Young Master He betrayed you?"

Hearing this, the Lord God subconsciously stared at him.

"No, betrayal."

"He has important things to do." The Lord God pursed his lips.

Lin Zian nodded in a daze.

In fact, he didn't listen carefully to what the boy said to him at all.

His Royal Highness just glanced at him, and his mind was full of those mysterious and clear eyes.

God, His Royal Highness is only 12 years old!

He, Lin Zian, likes all beautiful things, but since meeting His Highness the Seventh Prince, he has never caught any beauties in his eyes again.

The master knocked on his head abruptly: "Lin Zian, you are distracted again, no wonder you are still wasting time in Shang's study after so many years."

Lin Zian covered the position where he was knocked, and secretly glanced to the side.

At this glance, he was stunned.

What about His Royal Highness?

He's so big...so handsome...where is His Highness the Seventh Prince?

"Where's His Highness the Seventh Prince?" He asked the Master in astonishment.

The master didn't understand at first, but when he looked to the side, he was also surprised.

What about His Royal Highness?

It should have been... here, right?

**

Pingyang Palace.

He You got up from the ground again.

He was covered in scars, his skin was ripped apart, and his body was covered in bruises.

But there was no sign of shrinking or fear in his eyes.

His inner power has reached the state of Dzogchen.

He sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at his father as if his eyes were burning with endless fire.

"Father, I've beaten them all."

"I'm going to the battlefield."

King Pingyang stood silently, and suddenly felt that he could not understand this son.

It's not appropriate to be a good dude, and it's not appropriate to be a romantic talent anymore, clamoring to go to the battlefield.

Ridiculous.

He Ya was already dead, he couldn't let He You make any mistakes.

Otherwise, who will inherit his title, and who will be the next King of Pingyang?

"Didn't I just write the first word casually? The golden man wanted to find fault with me and kill He Ya. It's ridiculous." He You's tone was still arrogant and unruly, but there was a deep look in his eyes. hate.

It wasn't just He Ya who made him change his mind to practice martial arts again.

And the third prince talked to him.

——"Don't be so high-profile anymore. I admit that you are very talented in literature, but because of your poem, the countries in the Northwest want to invade my sky even more."

——"And when you are with the seventh brother, it is better to make less satirical poems. If the seventh brother is implicated by you, I... will not let you go."

He You sneered.

If the foreigner hadn't killed He Ya, and hadn't turned his mind on Tianshen, he would really like to stop showing his face and rest for a while, just to take this opportunity to spend more time with Shenshen.

But those people were not willing to let him go.

After all, he is a little prince who doesn't have much real power, and he can't persuade the Tianji regime, which has always been in harmony, to take the initiative to send troops to attack other countries.

And... Tianji alone is indeed unable to conquer these many small northwest countries.

That's why he wanted to exchange blood and meritorious deeds for power on the battlefield.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, don't bring it up again." Even though he had defeated these masters who protected their He family according to the agreement, King Pingyang still swallowed the promise.

"Father, Er wrote that word, the ministers will definitely impeach Er and Pingyang Palace."

"I have been a playboy for many years, and now, I finally wake up from the lost way, don't you want me to avenge Brother Ya?"

"...There is no need for you to take revenge, aren't those soldiers human?!" King Pingyang was anxious.

Lin Baobao was on the sidelines to comfort King Pingyang, feeling both sad and anxious.

The sad thing is that He Ya died, and he was so anxious that he didn't want He Ya to foolishly go to the battlefield.

It would be great if the Seventh Highness could help persuade He You, He You would definitely listen to the Seventh Highness.

That's what he thought.

Lin Baobao's gaze froze suddenly, and Shunqi's movements froze.

Him, did he read it right?

His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, who was supposed to go to study in Shangshufang, suddenly appeared next to He You?

How did he get in?

The Seventh Prince is here, but no one from this, this He residence has come to report? !

The Lord God's entire face turned cold.

038 was still shouting happily in the main god's mind: "Hey, why can He You be bound all of a sudden? Your Highness, should we bind him..."

After sensing the displeasure that His Highness tried to suppress, 038 fell silent.

The main god walked to He You's side, only He You was reflected in his black and white eyes.

Carefully, he gently stroked the corner of He You's mouth with his cold, jade-like fingers.

He You was startled.

The violence and persistence that were full of him before suddenly subsided.

With a focused expression, the young man carefully and gently wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth.

He subconsciously wanted to say no, how could the noble fingers of a young man touch such pickled things?

He should be like a god, all he needs to do is sit high above the clouds, and a glance at mortals is a gift.

But now he couldn't say anything.

The little Highness he cared about... seemed to be angry.

Although he used to be so expressionless, but at this moment everyone felt the low pressure that suddenly sank around him.

All of them suddenly had bad premonitions in their hearts, as if something dangerous was about to happen.

**

The Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Jin, the Royal Garden.

The little maid who was taking care of the flowers and plants was stunned.

Why did the rose, which was fine just now, suddenly become sleepy?

She has been taking care of the imperial garden for a long time, so she shouldn't be so rough-handed, right?

The little maid was going to deal with this one first, and she couldn't let this sick rose spoil the view of the entire imperial garden.

Just as she was dealing with it, her peripheral vision suddenly paused.

She couldn't help opening her mouth wide.

This... what's going on here? !

It is not only the rose that is sick.

The surrounding flowers and plants suddenly withered and ugly, or turned yellow and rotted!

The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Jin, who had just come out of the meeting hall and passed by the imperial garden, also saw this scene.

He was startled at first, and then walked over quickly with a sullen face.

"Are you poisoned?" He looked puzzled and shocked at the little maid who seemed equally confused.

The little maid frantically shook her head, knelt on the ground and shouted for mercy.

"I don't know, I was fine just now, but suddenly it happened... I didn't do anything, I was fine when I watered it before."

The prince asked in a deep tone, "What about the water?"

The little maid hurriedly pointed to the kettle next to her, as if she was about to cry, she said, "That's right, it's in here, the water is the clean water left over from the laundry, it's always been like this..."

The prince asked her to take a sip of the water in front of him, otherwise he would say that she had poisoned it.

The little maid had a bitter look on her face, she wondered suspiciously, could it be that someone really poisoned her kettle?

But who would go to such lengths to punish her as a little maid?

Under the suspicious and forbearing eyes of the prince, she tremblingly took a sip.

**

Tianji Dynasty.

In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a secret restaurant.

The two foreigners were drinking happily.

"The city is full of pearls, the households are full of Luoqi, the Qiang Guan makes the sky clear, and the water chestnut sings in the night. Haha, well said, this Jiangnan is indeed so beautiful!"

"I don't understand this kind of words, but this Jiangnan is indeed much more comfortable than our Northwest, and there are more beauties. It really makes people reluctant to leave."

"Hey, if you don't want to leave, you have to go. After drinking this pot of wine, let's run away first. When our Northwest United Army attacks in the future, we will divide up the sky."

"It's all your fault. To keep a low profile, you still let your temper go. It was the son of King Pingyang who killed you."

One of the foreigners was checking his bags.

Suddenly, his eyes bulged, and there was a sharp pain in his stomach.

It seemed that a blazing flame was burning his internal organs inch by inch.

He rolled on the ground in pain, his thoughts confused.

What he drank was not strong alcohol, even if it was strong alcohol, it shouldn't have this effect?

As if to burn him alive!

"Help me, I, I'm going to be burned to death." He hoarsely cried out in mourning.

Another foreigner kicked him, and said inexplicably: "What are you pretending to do? Where did the fire come from, pack it up and leave quickly."

The foreigner who was rolling on the ground suddenly let out a few shrill and ear-piercing screams from his throat, and was still vaguely saying something like save me.

Another foreigner was horrified by his accident, and found that he remained motionless after shouting these few times.

With trembling hands, he probed for his breath.

He instantly turned pale, pale with shock.

No, out of breath?

He couldn't even continue to think normally, his eyes were full of panic, and he ran away.

The beams on the wine shop suddenly clicked and fell down strangely.

It slammed into his leg.

He limped, feeling more and more strange and fearful in his heart, and hurriedly fled here.

Jiangnan, which he used to think made people want to miss Sichuan and linger, now seemed to him to be transformed into a haunted world of horror and ghosts.