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

Yan Mingxiu was in a coma for ten days.

When he woke up, he was already in the palace, surrounded by several people in front of and behind the bed, very dull.

He tried his best to turn around, vaguely remembered some things before he passed out, and suddenly sat up and asked: "Is he drunk? Is he dead or alive?"

"Don't worry, the prince woke up a few days ago." A familiar voice sounded, and Yan Mingxiu realized that it was his mother and Aunt Mei who were guarding him.

There was a momentary blank in his mind, and the big stone in his heart fell after hearing that Yuan Fei was drunk and unharmed: "That's good, that's good."

"Mingxiu, you don't know how much mother worried about you during this time." Bixia's heart was sore, her eyes were red, it seemed that during the period when she was unconscious, she also washed her face with tears.

Yan Mingxiu was filled with guilt, and comforted him softly: "Mother, it's because the child is unfilial, which makes mother worry."

The mother and son sighed, Aunt Mei saw that Yan Mingxiu's expression was still haggard, and said quickly: "Master is hungry, why don't I send someone to eat first?"

As soon as Yan Ming Xiujing said it, she also felt empty in her belly, so she nodded with a smile.After such a toss, after he had eaten and drunk enough to take the medicine, he felt a little sleepy again.

Bixia didn't say anything more, just let him rest well.

Yan Mingxiu slept for a while, but felt numb and itchy on his face, as if something was there.He couldn't help reaching out to hit him, but was firmly held by another person.

"Mingxiu."

When he woke up, looking at the handsome face in front of him, he couldn't help but turn his eyes red.

Yuan Feizui felt great pity in his heart, quickly hugged him into his arms, patted his back lightly, and said some jokes: "Why did you cry when you saw this king?"

Yan Mingxiu bit his lower lip and slapped him lightly on the chest: "What's the matter, there is a law that prohibits men from crying."

"Of course not..." His tone was like spring water melting ice, patient and gentle: "Mingxiu cried, and my heart hurts too."

What he said made Yan Mingxiu feel even more sad. Fortunately... Fortunately, both of them survived.

He got up from the man's arms, held Yuan Feizui's face, stretched out his hand, and traced his handsome eyebrows bit by bit.

The latter let him play tricks on him, until the end, he came up and kissed Yan Mingxiu's soft lips lightly.

Yan Mingxiu also took the initiative to respond to this delicate and gentle kiss, his blue hair scattered, entangled with lingering feelings.

The kiss was over, and both of them still had something to say, but Yan Mingxiu had just woken up, so it was really not a good time to do this.

Yuan Feizui forcibly threw out the thoughts in his mind, had no choice but to let go of Yan Mingxiu, coughed and said, "Did the imperial doctor come to see it?"

Yan Mingxiu nodded lightly, and said coquettishly: "The medicine is so bitter, when will I drink it?"

Yuan Feizui gently stroked his soft long hair, and said softly: "Mingxiu is becoming more and more like a child, and he is still afraid of suffering. Well, next time if you feel bitter, come to me."

Yan Mingxiu looked at him suspiciously: "What can you do to make this medicine not bitter?"

"The mountain man has his own plan."

Yan Mingxiu saw that he was playing tricks, so he didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked: "What's wrong with Yuan Feikong?"

"According to father's intention, he should be demoted to a commoner and exiled to a barbarian land."

Yan Mingxiu was a little surprised: "You actually spared his life?"

Yuan Feizui reached out and tapped his forehead: "Is it true that I am some murderous demon? I can't pose a threat anyway, and it doesn't matter if I leave him alive."

Yan Mingxiu interjected: "If you inherit the great rule in the future, you can still leave a good reputation in the history." Speaking of this, his expression suddenly darkened, and he remembered something again.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Feizui leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose.

Yan Mingxiu ignored him, but put his hands around his neck instead: "It's just... a little uncomfortable."

Yuan Feizui froze all over, feeling that the man had opened his mouth and bit his earlobe lightly, and his tongue moved on the pinna: "My lord..."

He had never seen such an active Yan Mingxiu before, and immediately felt that the air was a bit stuffy: "Mingxiu, how are you doing today?"

Yan Mingxiu endured his shame for doing such a thing, and seeing that Yuan Feizui remained unmoved, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, and then he leaned into the man's ear and whispered: "Ming Xiu is really... very sad."

Yuan Feizui was trembling all over his body, feeling the hot air blowing into his ears, flowing all the way to his limbs and bones, but he still cared about Yan Mingxiu's recovering body, and hurriedly got up and pushed the man away, a rare moment of seriousness: "It's only because you're sick, that's not the case."

Yan Mingxiu went all out to do this kind of thing, but when he received such a response, he immediately snorted coldly and turned his head away angrily.

Yuan Feizui swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "When you recover from illness, don't even think about getting out of bed."

Yan Mingxiu turned his head to look at him, his eyes were clearly filled with three large characters.

You can not……

Yuan Feizui was also stimulated this time, he put everything behind him just now, smiled and pressed the man under him, with a bit of gnashing of teeth: "Isn't Mingxiu the best at knowing whether I can do it?" ?”

"Then..." Yan Mingxiu deliberately raised his leg to provoke him.

The latter felt as if his whole body was thrown into the fire, and his whole body was burned hot. Yuan Feizui narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Mingxiu reminded me that we still have many other things to do."

When I woke up the next morning, the house was quiet, only the autumn sun flickered up and down, and quietly climbed up the window eaves. Yan Mingxiu got up and had some breakfast. , I had to find a few idle books to read.

While reading a book, a servant from outside reported that a person who claimed to be from the Xiaoyao Sword Sect had come to visit.

Yan Mingxiu was surprised and hurriedly called someone to welcome him in.

He was recuperating these days, Yuan Feizui specially cleaned up this Chunzui Pavilion for him to live in, it was surrounded by flowers and trees, so quiet that there was no sound at all.

After waiting for a while, I saw a middle-aged man in black walking slowly.

Yan Mingxiu hurriedly went up to salute: "Uncle Wang, why are you here?"

It turned out that the man was Wang Biancai, the deputy head of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. His face was rather haggard. Seeing Yan Mingxiu, he said with emotion: "It's best that you are healthy."

Yan Mingxiu asked someone to serve tea, and asked: "Uncle Master has such an expression, presumably something happened in the sect? Could it be related to the martial arts conference?"

Wang Biancai took a long breath and said, "It has nothing to do with the sect, it has something to do with Yue Han."

"Brother? What happened to him?"

Wang Biancai said slowly: "The case of the fourth prince in Yangliu Villa is very involved. The second prince took the opportunity to eliminate many martial arts sects that secretly supported the fourth prince. Although we were not affected, I never expected that Yue Han would have an affair with him." This matter is involved.”