What should I do if I see the male protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

An accident in the mid-autumn festival caused Shen Jian and Liu Shi, two small bosses in the early stage of the original book, to shut down early.

Not to mention how annoyed Shen Jian would be after being deprived of his position as the son of the eldest son, Yin Shengle only felt that when he saw the shock and blankness on the little fat man's face, the depression that had been accumulating in his heart dissipated instantly.

Should.

Tell your whole family to bully my A Hui in different ways!

He returned to the bedroom with great vigor and arrogance, and Shen Hui was fast asleep. Empress Shang, who came back with him, heard that her son wanted to order someone to give him an extra bed in Shen Hui's room, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. Sure enough, she personally brought Yin Shengle out: "Mother knows that you like the Shen family's child, but you have to understand that sometimes, favoring him too much is not a good thing for him."

"Will make people jealous? Who dares to be jealous!" Yin Shengle raised his foot subconsciously and wanted to stamp the ground, but suddenly felt that it was too unreasonable for him to lose his temper in front of his elders. fall.

"Hey!" Empress Shang hurriedly picked him up, "But there is no injury anywhere, how can he fall even standing?"

Yin Shengle made a small face in distress: "Maybe I don't want to move, but he moved my body, and the two sides twisted, so I couldn't stand stably."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his mother's hand tightly hugging him: "Mother?"

Empress Shang was flustered in a rare way: "It's nothing, you really scared my mother just now." Her pair of heroic eyebrows were particularly black and thick, like a small sword, but she hid her melancholy.

"Mother, don't worry, Xiaoqi is fine. You have been busy all night, so you should go to bed early." Yin Shengle felt that he had a clue that the original owner's temper was so violent, and there must be something behind it.

Empress Shang touched his head affectionately: "Mother knows that our Xiaoqi is the most considerate and filial child."

For the sake of Empress Anshang's heart, Yin Shengle obediently stopped arguing to sleep in the same room with Shen Hui. He slept next to Shen Hui, and woke up the next morning without waiting for anyone to call him.

He quickly dressed and washed, took two buns from the table, ate them in a few bites, and ran to the next door on short legs.

Shen Hui hasn't woken up yet.

Yin Shengle tiptoed carefully to cover up his voice, walked in, and saw that Shen Hui's face was still a little pale, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were tightly closed, his injured hand was pressed on top of the quilt, and the bandage was seeping out The few blood spots on his body have turned into dark brown blood scabs.

He lay on the head of the bed, carefully observing the sleeping appearance of the little hero.

As the male protagonist, Shen Hui's appearance is naturally excellent. After all, it's 1202 years old, and his appearance is mediocre. The male protagonist who can't be found in the embarrassing crowd has long been out of fashion.

After coming to this world, for a long time, Yin Shengle would take a few seconds to recall his identity and situation when he opened his eyes and saw the obviously ancient-style bed curtains. Later, Shen Hui entered the palace. After becoming his reading companion, the two of them lay on the same bed, and when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was sometimes Shen Hui's thin chest and a small chin, and sometimes he fell asleep all at the end of the bed for no reason. He had to get himself up first before he could see Shen Huigui sleeping neatly and flat, holding one of his own feet in his arms.

Yin Shengle was already very familiar with this face.

His attention now fell more on Shen Hui's hand, the long and shocking scar under the overlapping bandages.

Injured like this, what should he do when he takes notes in class?

Yin Shengle thought sadly, with such a long wound, would it be troublesome for Shen Hui to take a bath?

What if his right hand is too weak to pick up the food when he eats?

All kinds of weird worries were flying in his mind. Yin Shengle thought about it, his own A Hui could write neat lowercase letters with both hands. He usually copied the copy for himself, at worst, he could just copy it himself, after all, he was always taken care of by a child, which still made Yin Shengle feel a little ashamed.

As for the issue of bathing... it's best not to get wet until the wound heals, so let the palace servants wipe it off with a wet handkerchief?Even if the washing is not very clean, then, that I will never dislike it, as long as it does not hinder A Hui's recovery, I will sleep in the same bed with him.

He completely ignored the question of whether he should take a shower or not, and it was clear that his terrible sleeping appearance was the bigger hidden danger.

Yin Shengle stared at Shen Hui in a daze, thinking in his mind that it would be better to give Hele to Shen Hui and let him take care of him for a while, the little boy lying on the bed finally opened his eyes.

Shen Hui's eyes were still a little fuzzy, and he could only see a small red shadow on the head of the bed. After he blinked hard twice, he clearly saw his little majesty's fleshy hands grasping the edge of the bed, and then resting his chin on the edge of the bed. On the back of his hand, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked like a cat lying by the fire to keep warm in winter, and he smiled knowingly.

"Your Highness."

"Huh?" Yin Shengle came back to his senses all of a sudden, "A Hui, you're awake, do you feel unwell, are you hungry, can I tell them to prepare a meal now?"

"I don't feel any discomfort." Although his right hand was still aching, being in the palace and beside His Highness made Shen Hui feel infinitely more at ease than in the Marquis of Linchuan.

Because he was afraid that his right hand would touch the wound again if he moved around, the imperial doctor brought something they sewed themselves, which in Yin Shengle's opinion was no different from the "cantilever belt" of later generations, and asked Shen Hui to put his right hand in it, and then put it on The straps were pulled behind his neck, and the hands hung like that.

This time, the imperial doctor guarding Shen Hui was not the one Yin Shengle knew. He seemed to be in his early thirties, which was still a very young age for the imperial doctor. I don't know if it was because he thought he was too young. He has the confidence to practice medicine, and he has heard of Yin Shengle's domineering name a long time ago. This imperial physician surnamed Tang was very cautious in front of Yin Shengle, and even the little eunuch he brought with him kept his head down and shrunk. The shoulders looked as if they wished they could find a corner to hide themselves.

"Is Your Highness so scary?" Yin Shengle asked Chen Ping who hurried over from Chonghua Palace.

Chen Ping pushed He Le away from him, with a smile on his face: "His Royal Highness has the majesty of the heavenly family. That Master Tang only joined the Royal Hospital last autumn. If it wasn't for yesterday, the other adults in the Imperial Hospital would go home for a reunion." He is the only one on duty, and he will not be sent to see Mr. Shen's wounds, he is just a little nervous when he meets His Highness for the first time."

"It's easy to explain why he was nervous, but the little eunuch carrying the medicine box looked at me like a mouse seeing a cat, as if if I looked at him a few more times, he would faint on the spot..." Yin Shengle was very depressed.

Original/His reputation is not very good, he admits it, but it is not so scary, right? !

Chen Ping's face was hesitant to speak for a moment, and he disappeared quickly, but he was still grabbed by Yin Shengle: "Huh? What's going on, do you have something to hide from His Highness?"

"This...ah this..." Chen Ping hesitated for a while, and under Yin Shengle's increasingly threatening gaze, his face turned red.

Yin Shengle narrowed his eyes: "Is there anything His Highness can't hear?"

Chen Ping's eyes quickly swept away to both sides, and he saw the palace people standing silently with their heads down, watching their eyes, their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and heads. They only thought that they were a dummy who could neither see nor hear, and the only one who could come out when the seventh prince lost his temper Shen Hui, who gave a few words of comfort, was still changing clothes inside and couldn't come out.

Chen Ping, who had nowhere to ask for help and could not change the subject, felt that his life was over: "No, hiss..."

"If not, tell me quickly. Is it possible that your father and mother told you to hide it from me?" Yin Shengle knew very well in her heart that most of the reason why she was able to command these palace people around her was relying on Because of the love and favor of parents, otherwise, no matter how important a kid's status is, how can he make these people obediently obey his orders?

Chen Ping's face suddenly collapsed as if he had eaten ten catties of bitter gourd.

Yin Shengle turned his head and told Hele: ​​"Here, Eunuch Chen, will replace his three meals a day with fresh bitter gourd, and eat it raw."

As soon as he said this, Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward."

Yin Shengle: Meow meow? !

His eyelids were half drooped, showing the eyes of a dead fish: "You have made up your mind and won't tell me?"

"Your Highness, you should spare the servant girl's life!" Chen Ping wept.

"Just to ask you a question, where is your life?"

Chen Ping still refused to speak.

Yin Shengle let go of her hand: "It really is father and mother who told you to keep it from me."

Chen Ping, who thought he had escaped a catastrophe, was relieved to see that he seemed to have lost interest in this matter, but he did not see Yin Shengle's cat-like black eyes turning straight: "Then His Highness himself Go ask them, just say, it was you, Eunuch Chen Ping, who brought it up in front of me."

Chen Ping didn't stand still, knelt on the ground and wailed, "Your Highness!"

He knew that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince was famous for being a mess, but he never thought that he would have this day. After all, since His Royal Highness went to school, his temper became much better, right?

What's more, there was another Shen Hui who persuaded him.

He muttered the name of the savior in his heart, and Shen Hui really quickly changed his clothes and came out. When he saw Chen Ping kneeling on the ground, he walked up to Yin Shengle and asked gently: "What happened? Why did you tell Eunuch Chen to kneel like this, did he annoy His Highness?"

Seeing him, Yin Shengle's ferocious expression softened, and he kicked the ground with his toes: "It's not a big deal, if you ask him, he won't say anything, like a clam, he even pries bitter melon not open."

The tighter Chen Ping closed his mouth, the more curious Yin Shengle became, and the restlessness inherent in his body became more and more arrogant.

"Okay, let's get up." Yin Shengle pursed his lips, turned his head, and smiled again, "I asked the mother's small kitchen in the harem to make chicken porridge, some vegetable rolls, and snacks to eat with the porridge If you feel that these things are too bland, I will ask them to fetch some honey."

His voice was still very immature, and when he was intimacy and flattering, it became extremely soft and cute.

Shen Hui didn't seem to have a preference for taste. While eating, he continued to comfort Yin Shengle, who had lost his temper early in the morning: "Eunuch Chen has always done things properly, and His Highness is because of his caring and hard work in the past. For the sake of this, please forgive him this time."

Yin Shengle leaned on his chin with his hand, squinted at Chen Ping, and glanced at Hele again, and soon he retracted and landed on Shen Hui's face again: "Then listen to A Hui, Your Highness Forgive you this time first, and next time, I will ask mother to replace you and return you to Yeting, and tell you to pound rice day and night."

Chen Ping quickly kowtowed a few times, saying thank you His Highness for forgiveness, but the heart that raised his throat couldn't let go.

His back was covered in cold sweat, soaking his undershirt.

The palace people around His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince were all selected by the empress herself this time, and they were sent here after being transferred//taught. Only myself, who was just a little eunuch running errands in Qihuang Palace, was That day, he kept guarding in the Imperial Prison, so His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness wanted to come. After arriving at His Highness Seventh, Chen Ping was not only beaten and reminded by Aunt Qiurong every other day, but also mentioned by the empress and empress several times. Be warned.

He came from outside the palace. He was abducted by a kidnapper at a young age, and he didn't know where his family was. He was castrated and wanted to raise him and then sell him for a good price.

Even if the boy who was castrated since childhood is old, he still can't grow tall and heroic after being trained//educated. Instead, he is thin and thin like a boy all his life. Some aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds of years, There are some people who like it very much, and the emperor has dealt with it after he came to power, but as long as this kind of thing is not caught face to face, there is always room for sophistry, not to mention that these eunuchs have long been used to being attached to the male master. After living, even if people are caught, they seldom stand up to testify, and maybe they will help the master to defend.

I don't know whether to say that his luck is good or bad, he has just been castrated, and the prostitution hall was destroyed by Princess An, and for a little boy like him who can't remember his hometown, doesn't know his name, and was castrated again, They were sent to the inner prison in the palace.

After several turnarounds, Chen Ping came to Yin Shengle's side.

In this palace, he is like a rootless duckweed. Apart from obediently obeying the orders of his superiors, he has no courage to make extra choices.

It was also after checking that he was always honest and obedient, and there was no one behind him, so Empress Shang put him by her son's side with peace of mind.

Shen Hui seemed to be eating slowly and elegantly, and Yin Shengle also picked up a vegetable roll from the plate and chewed slowly: "There is a palace banquet today, and I asked my father to call him Marquis of Linchuan. I brought you along, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen, but it's also good, you are under my nose, so you won't be bullied in that mansion."

"His Royal Highness treats his ministers with a habit of coming to you. It's my luck." Shen Hui can write with his left hand, and the chopsticks are also very smooth. Those who don't like to eat are precisely picked out and put aside so that Yin Shengle can take them at any time.

Yin Shengle, who was taken care of by a wounded person so well, was a little embarrassed: "You can just eat your own, don't worry about me, does your hand still hurt?"

"It's much better now, and the medicine of the imperial doctor Tang is very effective." Every time Shen Hui eats with Yin Shengle and picks out the parts he doesn't like, he always feels satisfied that he is feeding the raccoon slaves raised at home. Shen Hui couldn't help but laugh.

Yin Shengle's eyes are so sharp, Shen Hui's lips only showed a slight smile, and he has already noticed: "Has A Hui thought of anything happy?"

"Yes, I am thinking of Your Highness." Shen Hui did not hesitate.

Yin Shengle wasn't shy at all. He straightened up, put his hands on the table, jumped up, and stepped on the stool: "What do you miss about me? Can you tell me? It's okay if you don't say anything. If Ahui praises me, I will It's embarrassing."

Chen Ping, who was questioned and threatened, wept silently.

Shen Hui's smile was completely broken: "As long as I think about meeting Your Highness in this life, and His Highness has treated me so well, I will feel that there is nothing better in this world, and I really can't be unhappy." His smile looked no different from the usual polite smiles, but Yin Shengle vaguely saw something in his eyes was slowly lit up.

But no longer think too much.

I am a completely different person from the original body, and I will definitely not go to the final step of breaking with the little hero!

Yin Shengle was overjoyed by Shen Hui's praise, and he put his hands on his waist: "What's the matter, you are my Highness's companion, so of course My Highness will cover you!"

People like Xiaotuanzi, no matter how arrogant they are, they won't make people feel disgusted.

"Ancestor, you shouldn't step on the stool like this and fall down carefully." Chen Ping tried to restore a little impression on Yin Shengle for himself, but the latter turned his head and pretended not to hear.

Shen Hui sighed helplessly: "Your Highness, Eunuch Chen is right, be careful not to fall."

Now that the young hero has spoken, Yin Shengle intentionally put on an expression of unwillingness to talk to Chen Ping, jumped off the stool angrily, and before the palace servants came up to wipe the stool, he took out a handkerchief and put it on the stool. Wipe off the prints of his shoes, and sat on it again: "A Hui, let's go to the Imperial Garden to see the lanterns later! My mother arranged a lot of lanterns and lantern riddles. As long as you can guess the lantern riddles, you can tell them The lanterns I wanted were taken away."

He was quite confident about his level of education, so he said cheekily, "But if you want Ahui, you have to guess it yourself. I might have to rely on your intelligence, Ahui!"

He stuck out his tongue childishly.

Shen Hui was amused by him again: "Okay, what Your Highness wants, I will definitely get it for His Highness."

whatever that is.

Palace banquets in the Yin Dynasty usually started at noon.

The courtiers and clans who were eligible to enter the palace and received the invitation entered the palace early in the morning. Before the banquet officially started, they had to pay homage to the emperor.

After this wave of pilgrimage is over, they will go to the banquet hall and find their own seats to sit down.

The young people brought into the palace by the elders are not so strict. They only need to pay respects to the nobles, and they can go to the imperial garden to enjoy the lanterns and guess lantern riddles. How many marriages can be made?

In the memory of the original owner, there is no memory of the Mid-Autumn Palace banquet in the past few years, maybe because he was too young to remember, or maybe it was because Empress Shang refused to let her precious son appear in the courtiers' sight too early middle.

After Shen Hui had finished eating, Yin Shengle remembered and told him: "The Marquis of Linchuan was sick last night, and probably no one from the Marquis Mansion will come over today."

Shen Hui was silent for a while after hearing the words: "Isn't the prince coming?"

"Eh..." Yin Shengle scratched his head, Shen Hui leaned over to pick off some vegetable leaves from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Douding's face was a little flushed, "After you fell asleep last night, Ahui, what, Linchuan Hou Rugong, I wanted to meet you first, but I sent you back. Then, then your younger brother uttered wild words in the palace, which made your grandfather very angry. He didn't know that you were injured at first. I lost my right hand, and at first I wanted to intercede with them."

In fact, even if Marquis Linchuan knew that Shen Hui had hurt his hand, his first reaction would definitely be to intercede with his second grandson. However, he was shocked by the truth for a while and couldn't recover. Later, Shen De boldly revealed that he succeeded. Linchuan Hou was so angry that he almost fainted, which finally made him make up his mind.

"That little fat man said a lot of bad things, almost made Linchuan Hou angry, and then he said that he would abolish the position of Linchuan Hou's son, and make you his son instead." Yin Shengle avoided Shen De's insult. In a foul language, he said, "My father has already agreed, saying that after the palace banquet is over, he will make a decree."

He carefully observed Shen Hui's expression, and as expected, the little hero frowned invisibly, and the tails of his eyebrows were also bent down, looking sad and a little impatient, but the corners of his mouth were still raised Started: "Thank you, Your Highness, for letting me know."

"When you become the eldest son, those people will live their lives based on your face in the future. They can no longer bully you. Isn't Ahui happy?" Yin Shengle felt a little uneasy.

Shen Hui shook his head and said, "I am not unhappy."

"But you are frowning." Yin Shengle raised his hand to poke the air.

There was a touch of surprise between Shen Hui's brows. He had learned how to smile since he was a child, and he should use that kind of smile so that people would not see his weakness, and would make them feel that he was humble enough and not threatening-this could avoid a lot Trouble, but also save a lot of suffering.

Dressed up, he is used to having a gentle and generous smile on his face all the time, even if there are other emotions in his heart, others will rarely see it.

Liu Shi, who was deeply hostile to him, couldn't see it. He only thought that he was afraid of being punished and cowardly, and he didn't dare to compete with her; neither could his father who was addicted to wine and sex. There has never been a child left by this deceased wife, and perhaps he wished that Shen Hui would die sooner, so as to make room for his lovely wife and beloved son as heir.

Even his grandfather couldn't see the emotions he was hiding.

In his eyes, he probably is a grandson with a good temper, gentle, tolerant, who knows how to advance and retreat.

These people didn't know that in countless cold and silent nights, Shen Hui also gritted his teeth vigorously to suppress the hatred that could not be easily revealed in his heart.

He raised his hand unconsciously to touch the corner of his upturned lips: "Is the minister's expression very unhappy?"

"Not really." Yin Shengle touched his chin with the chubby paw, "I just think you don't seem very happy."

Shen Hui lowered his eyes, and evened out the curvature of his lips. Although he soon returned to his usual smiling face, Yin Shengle could still see the gloom at that moment clearly, and Shen Hui seemed to let go of it suddenly. Something is the same, and said with a smile: "Your Highness is right, the minister is indeed a little sad."

"Because the Marquis of Linchuan pleaded for Shen De?"

"not only."

They walked on the palace road to the imperial garden, and there were many palace lanterns with six corners hanging beside the road. The jade rabbit Heng'e was painted on the lanterns, and the branches and leaves of osmanthus trees were in the corners.

They were followed by a mighty group of palace servants, Chen Ping walked in the front and pushed He Le to a position one step behind without any trace.

The entanglement in his heart was completely displayed on his face, which was secretly recorded by He Le.

In front of the palace team, three steps away, Yin Shengle took Shen Hui's hand and asked, "More than that?"

Shen Hui also tilted his head towards her: "Yes, it's more than that, minister—" He took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, his eyes became distant and empty, as if he was recalling, or revisiting Seeing the scene of the past, "I hate the Marquis of Linchuan. If possible, I would like to be a lowly citizen instead of falling into the Marquis's mansion. Perhaps, I don't have anything to do with the word 'Marquis of Linchuan'. I and... ...the minister and the mother will have a more relaxed life."

"Mother?" Yin Shengle looked at Shen Hui sadly. In the original book, the most mentioned about Shen Hui's mother who died young was a plot in which he took revenge on the Marquis of Linchuan, his biological father and stepmother.

But whether it was in the book or what I had heard after traveling, it was that Mrs. Linchuan Hou Shizi had dystocia during childbirth, and she just passed away after giving birth to Shen Hui.

However, Shen Hui's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Could it be that something changed in the plot where I couldn't see it?

Yin Shengle was very puzzled.

Shen Hui smiled wryly: "Yes, my mother, if she hadn't married my father, maybe she wouldn't have to suffer so much later."

"Does Ahui still remember Lingtang?"

"Your Highness may have also heard that Liu Shi and Shen Jian had an affair when Chen's mother was pregnant, and intentionally made her difficult to deliver because of anger, and Chen's mother passed away after giving birth to this minister." The existence of a scandal that is regarded as a taboo, even if he has resentment in his heart, wants to fight for his mother, and wants to blame Liu Shi and Shen Jian, he will be suppressed by others, including Linchuan Hou.

He blindly only knows to cover the mouths of the victims in the mansion, but he doesn't think about it, how many of the family's scandals are outside, how many people don't know?

Just kidding yourself.

"Could it be that there is something else hidden?"

Shen Hui nodded: "Although Chen's mother had a difficult delivery, she didn't actually collapse because of it. It's just that her body was broken and her spirits were weak. Shen Jian took advantage of her unconsciousness to send away all the people around her...she Locked in the deepest small courtyard of the Marquis of Linchuan, outsiders said she was dead, Shen Jian found a corpse from nowhere and buried her as my mother... and my mother, I can only sit in that cage and watch Liu's entry into the mansion for no apparent reason..."

His voice became a little choked, and Yin Shengle patted the back of his hand.

Shen Hui continued: "In fact, she raised me until I was five years old, and finally my body couldn't bear it, so she passed away..."

"Don't you care about the Marquis of Linchuan?" Yin Shengle found that although Shen Hui is usually very well-behaved and always calls himself modest, the child will still reveal many flaws when he gets emotional, including but not limited to being honest with his biological father. Calling daimyo, and calling himself changed from "Chen" to "I".

"At that time, my grandfather was transferred to Beihu prison. When he came back, my mother had already passed away, and I... I was too young to know how to hide my strength and bide my time. In the end, the Liu family robbed her of the truth, turned right from wrong, and because of my impulsiveness, I lost a good opportunity to seek justice for my mother."

He kept sighing, maybe he didn't even realize how many times he sighed in a short sentence, but Yin Shengle silently wrote it down, and couldn't help but lamented in his heart that the world was hard and fair, how fate had dealt with Shen Hui... It is too cruel.

I really want to.

kill them.

Yin Shengle's eyes froze, and he quickly suppressed the inexplicable killing intent in his heart.

too weird.

At such a young age, where did he get so many violent tempers?

Shen Hui was still talking about his past. From the very beginning, he failed to seize the opportunity, until the Marquis of Linchuan resigned from office because of new and old injuries, and went home to recuperate without leaving home. Be obedient and obedient, and slowly downplay your own sense of existence.

"After suffering many losses, I learned how to fight back. I deliberately exposed some flaws in front of her, Liu Shi, to lure her to deal with me again, and deliberately attracted my grandfather to let him see my situation clearly. Only when you have the opportunity to be sent to the Imperial College to study, can you meet His Highness."

He always believed that his own struggle and his unyielding were the real steps for him to see justice for his mother.

If only he could be tolerant and tolerant to the family of three as his grandfather expected, and just wait to inherit the Hou Mansion in the future... What are you kidding, what he is facing is a group of people who are not satisfied Damn jackal, if you are a little careless, you will end up in pieces at any time!

"I don't want to accept my fate, and I have never been willing to accept my fate. I am probably born to be a traitor, unwilling to obey the orders of my father and ancestors, and born to be unworthy of my descendants."

In the past, Shen Hui never dared to tell others these words, only knew them.

Even if he confessed his heart to Yin Shengle today, there was still an element of gambling.

For this little highness who has given him so much warmth since his life, he bet all his trust, and also gained his little highness's trust in him.

Yin Shengle grasped Shen Hui's hand tightly amidst Shen Hui's uneasiness, "I don't think there is anything wrong with you. They killed your mother for their own sake, and even wanted to harm you. Could it be possible for you to obey their orders?" Do you want to send your life up there? Just because they are fathers and elders?"

"It shouldn't be." Yin Shengle shook his head slowly, and Shen Hui's figure was reflected in his dark pupils, "If you are really so docile, you won't be the Shen... Hui I know."

Yin Sheng looked at him with joy. In the book, Shen Hui was a fierce man who dared to kill the king.

"Since you don't want to have anything to do with the Marquis of Linchuan, but it's inconvenient for you to speak out, then leave it all to His Highness, and I promise to handle it properly for you!" Yin Shengle puffed up her small chest and exerted all her strength. Take two shots.

His nostrils are upturned and his self-confidence is extremely cute in Shen Hui's eyes: "I have missed many benefits of Your Highness..."

"It's His Highness who wants to favor you, so just accept it obediently." Yin Shengle corrected him deliberately.

With that ghostly appearance in Linchuan Hou's Mansion, it's no wonder that the little hero doesn't want to go back, but it just so happens that if he doesn't go, the hero will completely become his own cub!

Wouldn't that suit me?

In Yin Shengle's heart, a little man covered in darkness rubbed his hands together viciously.

Thank you Linchuan Houfu for your death, and pushed the young male protagonist to yourself, so when will you not cultivate a good friendship with him at this time!

"Anyway, A Hui, you don't have to worry!" Yin Shengle pulled Shen Hui to walk quickly, and walked under a lantern in the shape of a bunny, "Do you like this bunny?"

Then he asked the palace man in charge of the lantern: "Do you have to guess the riddles to get the rabbit lantern?"

Guarding this piece of lanterns here is a young maid, wearing a pretty and supple emerald green palace dress, her eyes seem to be a little wrong, at first she is a little far away, and it is hard to see who is coming, wait Yin Shengle pulled Shen Hui closer, only to reveal a terrified expression, and stammered, "Yes, I want to, guess, guess the riddles, His Highness the Seventh Prince, wait a moment, this servant will, go and find out the lantern riddles!"

As soon as she turned around, she took down the sticks for the lantern riddles that were on the side, and fumbled for them again. Seeing her expression, Yin Shengle might almost cry out of fright.

"Am I so scary?" He pursed his lips and shook Shen Hui's arm, "Ahui, tell me, am I really that scary?"

Although the original body was very angry, he didn't tremble with fear like this little palace lady when he saw palace servants who were not in his own palace on weekdays - and he had to get rid of the little eunuch who was with Tang Yuyi.

It was really strange, but Chen Ping, who seemed to know something inside, refused to say anything.

Thinking of this, Yin Shengle gave Chen Ping another hard look.

Chen Ping shivered, and quickly put on a smiling face: "Your Highness, I have something to tell you."

Yin Shengle hummed, turned his head away, still refusing to pay attention to him.

Chen Ping was suddenly filled with bitterness.

At this time, Hele behind him lightly poked his boss, and reminded in a low voice: "Eunuch Chen, Your Highness is feeling uncomfortable."

Chen Ping turned back to stare at him, and lowered his voice: "Only you know a lot!"

"Your servant only knows that we are all servants of His Highness the Seventh Highness, and no matter what we do, we must please His Highness."

Chen Ping felt more and more that this kid was yin and yang, but before he had an attack, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

Yes.

I am a palace man of His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince.

Although the emperor and empress above had warned him not to let His Highness know about that matter easily, His Highness has already noticed some clues and asked himself. Is it just not loyal enough?

After figuring this out, another burst of cold sweat dripped down behind Chen Ping.

According to His Royal Highness Seventh Prince's temperament, there is no need to mention what will happen to the servant who he thinks is not loyal enough. Today, I can escape the catastrophe, and I still rely on Mr. Shen to be by my side, so that His Royal Highness is not so irritable!

He turned his head again, gave Hele a meaningful look, and said in a low voice, "Good brother, I accept your love, it was my fault that my brother was narrow-minded before, if you have any troubles in the future , as long as it’s not the work of betraying the master, feel free to come and find brother.”

"Eunuch Chen is being polite." He Le smiled slightly, hiding his fame.

They finished talking back and forth in private, Shen Hui on the other end had already guessed the lantern riddle, and the little rabbit lamp was in Yin Shengle's hands. When he lifted the light pole, he found that the sash under the rabbit lamp was too long. I was too short, and fell directly to the ground.

But he was unwilling to let go of Shen Hui's left hand, and asked him to hold it for him, so he called out to the back: "Chen Ping!"

Chen Ping walked up immediately, wishing he could write loyalty on the left and right sides: "Your Highness wants to ask..."

Yin Shengle came up and put the rabbit lamp in his hand: "You take it." He didn't hear his gesture clearly at all.

After plugging in the lamp, he pulled Shen Hui forward again. At this time, Chen Ping's face became bitter again, and the little palace maid in emerald clothes was still trembling. When passing her, Yin Shengle finally couldn't bear it Can't stop: "Where on earth is my highness so scary that you are so scared?"

It's okay if he didn't ask, but when he asked, the little maid trembled even more: "Returning to the Hall, Your Highness, earlier, this servant was, serving in the Qihuang Palace, the side hall, yes, serving you, Chacha , tea..."

Yin Shengle choked up.

The reason why the original owner had the most outbursts in the palace was because the tea was too hot, too cold, bitter, and too sweet.

"I heard from my aunt that the servants sent away from my highness were not all sent to the