Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

Yuan Feizui remained motionless, but stretched out his hand to grab Yan Mingxiu's wrist, and pulled him into his arms: "Since Mr. Yan wants to throw himself into his arms, I will naturally be disrespectful."

Suddenly touching the skin of that person, Yan Mingxiu was startled and ashamed, but his martial arts were far behind the person in front of him, so he couldn't break free for a while.

"Hush, don't move!" The man's hoarse voice rang in his ears, "But someone is watching."

Yan Mingxiu was startled, only then did he realize that there seemed to be a few shadows lurking in the vegetation not far away.

There are so many watchers in his palace, it seems that Yuan Feizui is not as simple as it appears on the surface, maybe this cruel appearance is just pretending to be seen by others.

As he was thinking like this, he suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and he was hugged horizontally by the other party.

Yan Mingxiu struggled subconsciously, and Yuan Feizui's low smile came from above his head: "If Mr. Yan doesn't want to live, just struggle."

Damn it, just bear with him for a while and see what other tricks he can do!

Yuan Feizui walked into the house with him in his arms, for fear that others would not see him, and purposely put on an appearance of hugging and hugging him.

Those servants were as calm and expressionless as clay puppets, as if they were used to this kind of scene.

After closing the door, Yuan Feizui extinguished the lights on purpose, put Yan Mingxiu in his arms and went to the couch.

Yan Mingxiu's cheeks were burning hot, and he said viciously: "It's almost enough to act!"

The man smiled lowly and said: "That's not possible, you have to do a full set of acting." After saying that, he suddenly bent down.

Yan Mingxiu struggled violently, and Yuan Feizui's whisper sounded again: "That's it, please make a little more noise."

His tone was very calm, without the slightest look of a hungry ghost in his color.Yan Mingxiu believed him instinctively, suppressed his shame and let go of his voice to yell a few times.

There was a faint figure flickering outside the window, Yan Mingxiu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the imprisonment on his body also disappeared.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for accompanying me in the show. I am very grateful."

Yan Mingxiu felt like he had no place to vent his anger with his modest and gentlemanly demeanor. When he sat up, he felt sweaty and uncomfortable, so he just snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Yuan Feizui laughed again: "However, Mr. Yan's yelling just now made my heart itch. Why don't we make a fake show?"

Although Yan Mingxiu couldn't see his appearance clearly in the dark, he could still imagine how romantic this man's eyes were, and he sneered, "How dare you?"

"Anyway, after tonight, the whole palace will know that you are mine."

"Who is yours now? Sooner or later, I will kill you, a villain, and eliminate harm for the people." Yan Mingxiu said without any politeness.

Yuan Feizui sighed, and said slowly: "Mr. Yan wants to use my status as a prince to be a backer. I just want to survive. Wouldn't it be better for us to be allies than enemies? There are hundreds of people in the Yan family. , but both of us are grasshoppers in the same boat.”

"Besides..." He paused for a moment, then came closer again, "The disciples of Xiaoyao Jiange and the villain Xiao Meng are so entangled, it's not a good thing to hear about it."

"You!" Yan Mingxiu finally understood that the target of this plane's raid is simply a rogue, and it is not guaranteed that in the original work, it was because the original protagonist couldn't stand his temper that finally led to be.

With a mission in hand, Yan Mingxiu could only endure it, and said through gritted teeth: "Okay, I can take your life for the time being, but not necessarily in the future."

Yuan Feizui laughed and stretched out his hand to pull him over: "Since we have turned enemies into friends, let's go to sleep tonight."

Yan Mingxiu just broke out in sweat, sticking to his clothes and feeling uncomfortable, how can he sleep: "No, I want to take a bath."

Yuan Fei was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Okay, I'll have someone bring a bucket of water in."

The maid was blushing and getting ready to take a shower, and didn't dare to look at the bed at all. Yan Mingxiu didn't realize the problem until she was ready.

Wouldn't it be cheaper for the guy in front of me to bathe in the room by myself?

He raised his head subconsciously, only to see Yuan Feizui's ink-stained eyes staring at him while the candle was flickering, with a smile that was not a smile.

Yan Mingxiu's face was hot, and he secretly scolded Yuan Feizui for being too good-looking, fascinated people.

He took a bath at the fastest speed, but the man's eyes never left from the beginning to the end.

Anyway, they are all men, what's so good about them.

Yan Mingxiu dried himself off, his skin thickened a lot, and he lay down next to Yuan Feizui.

There are still some drops of water on his hair, and half of his cheek is hidden in the black hair.When the pajamas have not been put on properly, some beautiful scenery under the neck is faintly revealed, showing an inexplicable style.

Yuan Feizui's heart moved, but he didn't dare to look any more.

Yan Mingxiu didn't notice it, and suddenly said: "You are the second prince, with a noble status, where would someone dare to take your life?"

Yuan Feizui hesitated for a while, his eyes turned cold: "If I say he is my biological brother, can you believe it?"

Yan Mingxiu was startled, subconsciously grabbed the quilt under his body, and quickly calmed down.

Brothers fight against the wall, this kind of thing is the most normal in the emperor's house.As long as there is a little land and money in the family, the sons can be torn apart, let alone the royal family?

Yan Mingxiu thought for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Is it the third prince or the eighth prince?"

The third prince, Yuan Feizhou, has excelled in martial arts since he was a child, and went out with the emperor when he was young. He has a disobedient temperament.

The eighth prince was originally Fei Mo, who was famous all over the world as a child prodigy, and there are still rumors about him in the market.The emperor loves him very much, but he is still young, only ten years old this year.

Yuan Feizui was silent for a long while, then spit out a name: "Neither, it is the fourth prince born by the same queen as me. It is not only his meaning, but also the meaning of the queen mother."

Yan Mingxiu pursed his mouth tightly and remained silent for such secret news about the Tian Family.He was not favored in front of the emperor, but he did not expect that even his biological mother would favor his younger son even more, to the point where he could not wait to get rid of him soon.

Yan Mingxiu couldn't help feeling a little sympathy in his heart, he really wanted to ask, but he was afraid that this moody guy would turn his face, so he kept his mouth shut.

However, growing up in this environment, it is normal for his personality to become distorted, but this is by no means the reason for him to do those evil things.

Yan Mingxiu pondered for a while, then said again: "You say so much, but you are just making excuses for yourself. The evil things you have done will not be forgiven just because of these words."

The man suddenly laughed in a low voice, and his pale lips were dyed with a bright red with this smile, like red plums in snow.

"If I said that I am not Xiao Menghao, what would you think?"