It is said that Master is a recipient [Quick Transmigration]

Ting He's footsteps were a little stagnant, and he involuntarily slowed down his breathing.

He tentatively took a step to the side, and found that no matter which direction he moved, the scorching gaze was tightly focused on him, dangerous and explicit.

"Your Highness?"

Ting He asked cautiously.

At this moment, Zhan Yungui was full of strong aggressiveness, Ting He did not dare to provoke him rashly.

What responded to Ting He was Zhan Yungui's heavy panting, accompanied by the unbearable murmur that leaked from his lips from time to time.

The light in the room was dim, and Tinghe had no time to distract himself from lighting the candle lamps, so his eyes were darkened, and he fumbled towards Zhan Yungui's position.

The closer he got, the clearer the voice of Zhan Yungui panting in pain, and the more fierce his eyes staring at Ting He.

After pacing to only three steps away from Zhan Yungui, Ting He stopped.

Eyes that had already adapted to the darkness met Zhan Yungui's ferocious pupils. In an instant, Ting He slowly sucked in a breath of cold air.

On the cold floor in front of him, Zhan Yungui curled up in a ball covered in cold sweat, his clothes were wide open, and several parts of his clothes were torn apart by him and shredded into several pieces.

Zhan Yungui's face was flushed, his lips were purple and white, and the veins on his forehead, neck, and back of his hands were raised, like ugly black threads wrapped around his body.

The eyes looking at Ting He are bloodthirsty and fierce, but if you look closely, you can find the patience deep in the eyes.

Maintaining only a sliver of reason, Zhan Yungui opened his mouth to Tinghe with all his strength——

Quick, let's go.

Ting He looked down at Zhan Yungui who collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes were deep, he turned a blind eye to his resistance, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips and said:

"Your Highness, there is a minister here, don't be afraid."

Zhan Yungui was in a hurry when he heard the words.

What's the matter with this man? !It's the same during the day, and it's still the same now, who should be afraid can't tell the difference!

Ting He squatted down, his eyes were gentle, his voice was gentle, with a soothing and soothing feeling, like a cool stream, slowly flowing into Zhan Yungui's heart.

"Your Highness, you minister is here to accompany you, nothing will happen, and the sad things will pass soon."

Having said that, Ting He raised his hand and moved closer to Zhan Yungui, wanting to touch the top of Zhan Yungui's head and comfort him.

But when Ting He's fingers were about to touch it, and there was only a punch away from the top of Zhan Yungui's head, Zhan Yungui suddenly reached out and slapped Ting He's right hand away forcefully.

With so much strength, several blood marks immediately appeared on the back of Ting He's hand.

"Quick... let's go...!"

The red blood drops along the back of Ting He's hand and slipped from his fingertips.

The two froze at the same time.

Zhan Yungui was quickly distracted by the tormenting pain in his body, but Ting He was delighted by the voice he heard just now—Zhan Yungui's voice.

"Your Highness! You just spoke!"

Ting He couldn't help being overjoyed. Originally, according to his memory, Zhan Yungui had never spoken in this life until his death. He thought it was a natural dumb disease, but he didn't know it was not!

If he guessed correctly, it must have been something unexpected happened to Zhan Yungui when he was young, which made him unable to speak.

Thinking of this, Ting He began to feel sorry for Zhan Yungui again. If he could enter the master's secret realm earlier, wouldn't it be possible for the master to suffer less injuries?

Zhan Yungui never expected that he would make a sound out of desperation.

There was a hot stabbing pain in his throat, and every gasp felt like someone was scraping his throat with a blade, which must have been caused by the sudden vocalization.

Zhan Yungui couldn't control that much, moved his body back with difficulty, and tried to repel Tinghe with a hoarse voice: "Go... hurry up, leave... let's go!"

It's so uncomfortable, he can't hold it anymore.

The last clarity in Zhan Yungui's eyes was fading, and in his blurred vision, he seemed to see the courtyard crane moving.

It's good to leave... Zhan Yungui heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a faint disappointment appeared inexplicably.

But at the next moment, he saw Ting He walking towards him without hesitation, sitting on the ground with bent legs, and hugging him gently and irresistibly.

Ting He passed his hands under Zhan Yungui's armpits, hugged the opponent's back tightly, and let Zhan Yungui's head rest on his neck.

Ting He could feel Zhan Yungui trembling, his clothes had already been soaked in cold sweat, but Zhan Yungui's body temperature was unbelievably high, burning hot.

"Regardless of His Highness, I will never leave His Highness." Ting He smiled slightly, turned his head slightly, and showed his shoulders and neck to Zhan Yungui.

"If His Highness is suffering, then bite the minister."

What catches the eye is Ting He's small section of snow-white neck and small and delicate Adam's apple.

It looks like a good bite.

Zhan Yungui's Adam's apple slid up and down, his mouth was extremely thirsty, his eyes flickered, he clearly wanted to indulge himself, but he tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart.

He opened his mouth, and the hot air he exhaled sprayed on Tinghe's neck, startling a small piece of fine particles.

Slowly approaching Ting He, the moment his hot lips touched the skin of Ting He's neck, Zhan Yungui suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

Unconsciously, he hugged Ting He tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to rub into his own flesh and blood.

The smile on Tinghe's lips remained undiminished, and he also hugged Zhan Yungui vigorously, "Your Highness, I will not leave, I will always be with you."

He will be the only one who is on Zhan Yungui's side, no matter what life he is in.

……

It was different from the [-]th day of every month in the past, this time, perhaps because of Ting He's presence again, Zhan Yungui passed out under the continuous pain stimulation, and fell asleep for a whole day.

On the next day, after Tinghe went down to court, he planned to go to Chonghua Palace.

Today's morning court was delayed a lot because His Majesty's birthday banquet was about to be held, and Ting He had long been impatient.

Unexpectedly, just after taking two steps, he was stopped by Prince Zhan Yuncheng again.

What's wrong with this man, why do I always go to the next court to find something to do with him!

Ting He secretly scolded Prince Zhan Yuncheng a few words in his heart, and saluted with a decent and impolite smile on his face, "Chen Tinghe, I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Prince Zhan Yuncheng waved his hand casually, "Excuse me."

The penetrating sight like a poisonous snake swept over Tinghe, and stayed on his right hand wrapped in cotton cloth. Zhan Yuncheng asked with hypocritical concern, "Why is Master Di Ting suddenly injured? Who did it?"

Ting He hid his right hand behind his back, "Going back to His Royal Highness, it's just that I accidentally bumped into the corner of the table and hurt him, it's not a serious problem, thank you His Royal Highness for your concern."

"Oh..." Prince Zhan Yuncheng deliberately dragged his tone, "So, I think it's the third younger brother who went crazy yesterday and injured Mr. Ting. After all, yesterday was the [-]th day."

Ting He sneered, this disgusting thing really wanted to take advantage of Zhan Yungui's illness and intentionally bully him, he was uneasy and kind.

"But that's fine too," Prince Zhan Yuncheng said again, "I don't know how the third brother is doing. If I don't have important matters to deal with recently, otherwise, I can go and see the third brother."

The emperor is getting old day by day, gradually unable to take part in government affairs, and the open and secret struggles among the princes are becoming more and more fierce.

At present, besides the crown prince Zhan Yuncheng, the one who is most likely to inherit the throne is the sixth prince Zhan Yunji.

Prince Zhan Yuncheng said that he had something to deal with, but it was because Zhan Yunjiu had pulled out one of Zhan Yuncheng's minions recently, and Zhan Yuncheng was busy fighting back.

Ting He hoped that the fight between the two would become more and more fierce. The so-called snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits, so let him be the fisherman.

Ting He said: "On behalf of the third prince, I would like to thank His Highness the Crown Prince, and hope that His Highness the Crown Prince can fulfill his wish as soon as possible."

The crown prince Zhan Yuncheng laughed loudly, "When the work of this palace is completed, I must thank Lord Ting well, so as not to disappoint Lord Ting's wishes!"

Ting He pursed his lips and smiled, with an expression of "as long as you are happy".

After a while of hypocrisy and resignation, Ting He left in a hurry, moving very quickly.

Qi Wei, who had been waiting for a long time, walked to Zhan Yuncheng's side, and said sadly, "Your Highness, are you letting Tinghe go so easily?"

The prince Zhan Yuncheng narrowed his eyes slightly, he no longer looked like a gentleman, and said with a smile: "Let him stay with the third younger brother for a while, after the father's birthday..."

He will definitely make Ting He kneel in front of him!

Here, Prince Zhan Yuncheng thought that everything was under his control, no matter what he did, Ting He had already been on guard against him.

At this time, Ting He hurried to Chonghua Palace, apart from worrying about Zhan Yungui's body, he also planned to discuss with Zhan Yungui how to "repay" Zhan Yuncheng on the emperor's birthday.

The sky was clear, Tinghe hurried to Chonghua Palace, and went directly to the study.

Ting He thought that Zhan Yungui must be reading alone in the study again, before he entered the door, he started talking, "Your Highness, I have something important to do..."

But after seeing the scene in the study clearly, Ting He's voice stopped abruptly.

Standing in front of Zhan Yungui, a tall and strong strange man in armor with a weathered face, his hands tightly holding Zhan Yungui's shoulders, staring at Zhan Yungui with "affectionate" eyes.

Zhan Yungui, who never liked to take the initiative to approach people, was also uncharacteristically, he did not refuse the touch of a strange man, and there was a rare smile on his indifferent face.

Ting He:? ? ? ?

That stinky man over there, quickly take your hand off my master's shoulder!

The smile on Ting He's mouth faded away, he stared at the strange man with a little hostility, and asked, "Your Highness, who is this?"

Jing Hong didn't know why Tinghe had such a big opinion on him, so he let go of Zhan Yungui's hands, retracted his sadness, and his iron blood burst instantly.

Jing Hong clasped his fists as a signal, and took the initiative to introduce Ting He: "The last general is the commander-in-chief of the Weiyuan Army, Jing Hong."

It was him.

Ting He let go of his guard, and his attitude towards Jing Hong immediately improved.

If there is anyone in this court who has the last goodwill towards Zhan Yungui, the only one left is this general named Jing Hong.

But if you want to talk about it carefully, Jing Hong only extended a helping hand to Zhan Yungui because of the face of Zhan Yungui's biological mother, Yao Ji.

However, when Lang was interested, the concubine was taken into the harem by the emperor. From then on, Jing Hong went to the border to defend his family and country, and rarely returned to the capital.

Even if he came back, he didn't stay for long. After meeting Zhan Yungui, he was about to leave again.

Also because the sky is high and the earth is far away, when Zhan Yungui was caught in the struggle for the throne among the princes, Jing Hong couldn't rescue him in time, so he could only collect his body after his death.

Ting He raised his hand in return, "It turned out to be General Jing. I have heard about General Jing for a long time. When I saw him today, he was indeed very heroic. Seeing him is worse than hearing a hundred things."

"Lord Ting is too famous," Jing Hong waved his hand, "The last general is just a warrior, how can he be more knowledgeable than Lord Ting."

"Your Majesty Ting is now appointed by His Majesty to teach the Third Prince's Taifu, and he has a great reputation!"

Ting He smiled, "Thank you."

Jing Hong laughed loudly when he heard the words, and was amused by Ting He's straightforwardness in responding to his praise without shame.

"It seems that Mr. Ting is also a man of temperament, hahahaha!"

The unrestrained laughter continued for a long time, alarming Mingzhu who was cleaning the yard outside, and looked towards the study with curious eyes, as if wanting to know what happened.

Jing Hong didn't stop laughing until the depression in his chest was vented.

Jing Hong said to Ting He: "Master Ting must have come to see His Royal Highness the Third Prince. In that case, the last general will stay soon, and come to trouble Mr. Ting again at another time. Don't refuse Mr. Ting."

Tinghe: "Don't dare, I must have good food and wine to sweep the couch to welcome you."

"Okay!" Jing Hong nodded heavily, and then said to Zhan Yungui, "Your Highness, I will take my leave first, and I hope Your Highness will carefully consider what I just said."

Then he said goodbye with fists in his hands, and left with a big stride.

The author has something to say: update a chapter before going to bed, good night everyone~(*︶`*)