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

After the establishment of the Yin Dynasty, whether it was the aristocratic family who came to seek refuge later, or the nobles who followed the emperor and empress along the way, all the children of the right age in the family were waved by the emperor and all were sent to the Imperial College to study.

Yin Shengle felt very uncomfortable being hugged by Yin Fengyin at first, and after he said to her twice coyly that he could walk by himself, he was put down and held hands. Yin Shengle's heart relaxed a lot, and he kept spinning He looked around with his head, and finally his eyes fell on an eunuch who was following behind the siblings.

There is no special reason, it is because the eunuch's appearance is really outstanding, the black hair is vertical and smooth, and is tied in Usha's hat obediently, and his complexion is a slightly sickly frosty white, which is mixed with deep red. The eunuchs are serving commensurately, and the blue blood vessels on the neck are clearly visible from the neckline.

His brows and eyes are also very soft and beautiful, those romantic long eyes and reddish thin lips always reveal a three-point inexplicable smile, and when Yin Fengyin speaks, he always picks up the words just right, which is different from the overly soft appearance It's different, his voice is thick and steady like an unshakable rock in the turbulence, not as shrill as some eunuchs who have been purged since childhood.

This person is the most trusted person under Princess An Guo, the "famous eunuch", Meng Qi, who caused a lot of obstacles to the male protagonist in the plot of the original book.

Yin Shengle remembered that Meng Qi was hostile to the male lead, but he didn't know why he became an enemy of the male lead, but in the end, like the "Yin Shengle" in the book, he fell into Shen Hui's hands and lost his life.

Before the few people approached the school building of the Imperial College, they heard the sound of Lang Lang reading from a distance. Yin Shengle took a few steps forward with his short legs: "There are a lot of people."

The teenagers in blue Confucian shirts are either sitting on the porch or standing in the shade of the trees, reading aloud with scrolls in their hands. The contents of the scrolls they read are different, but there is a similar rhythm interspersed in them, and the sound of reading aloud Miscellaneous but not chaotic, revealing the unique vigor of young people.

"Now is the time for the students of the Guozijian to study at noon. Your Highnesses can watch here." Meng Qi put the two siblings into a pavilion, from where they could just see the young people studying in the courtyard.

After these few days of worrying and fearing, Yin Shengle gradually understood that as long as his arrogance to the little prince does not collapse, then the elders in the family will never be suspicious of him. He has been full of curiosity since he entered the Imperial College, He was a little stunned by the scenes full of ancient flavor that followed.

You know, when he was in this world, he had his parents' inheritance in his family, which was enough for him to eat, drink and play for a lifetime, and both parents had no elders. Basically, except for the teachers of the school and the staff of the relevant departments who knew about his situation, there were no serious elders. He came to discipline him, so he didn't devote himself to his studies, and casually applied to an ordinary art school.

Of course, this is also because Yin Shengle really likes painting.

Guozijian is the place where the heirs of important officials of the Yin Dynasty gathered, and the various scenery in it are naturally extraordinarily elegant and exquisite.

As soon as they entered the pavilion, Yin Shengle let go of his sister's hand, walked to the edge of the pavilion, and stretched his head to look outside.

Yin Fengyin looked at her younger brother with a smile in her eyes, then turned her head to Meng Qi and said, "I told my father, queen and mother earlier that Xiao Qi needs a playmate at his age, and he shouldn't be left alone. Raised alone in the deep palace, you see, doesn't he just like crowded places?"

Meng Qi nodded: "Your Highness is quite right."

Yin Shengle, who was dazzled by the scenery of the Imperial College, didn't know that if he turned around at this moment, he would find that Meng Qi looked at him with the same kindness as his sister.

His eyes swept over the students below, and he found that most of them were eight or nine-year-old teenagers, wearing uniform clothes, and their hair was only tied with a cloth scarf, and most of their long hair hung down on their backs , they are not yet old enough to wear crowns.

Yin Shengle raised his hand and touched the little golden crown on his head. He, or the original body, has enjoyed the treatment of a prince since he was born. No matter what clothes he wears on a daily basis, he must follow the rules and try his best to let others With just one glance, he knew that his status was precious, so as not to cause people to bump into him.

After seeing enough scenes, he began to look at the people again, and he didn't know which of these young men the male lead was.

"Who?!"

Yin Shengle saw not far from the pavilion, a piece of blue clothes suddenly swing out from under a plum tree.

He immediately forgot that there was someone behind him, jumped up and ran towards the corner of the clothes.

Yin Fengyin saw that his younger brother became more and more lively, and it was too late to be happy, so why would he want to stop him?

Instead, he ordered the palace servants to follow, and he sat down leisurely on the railing of the long pavilion, patted the empty space beside him, and raised his hand to pull Meng Qi's sleeve to let him sit beside him: " The appearance of Xiao Qi's distraught before scared me and the queen mother."

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince is young and can't stand the blood, so it's not uncommon for him to rush to the sky for a while. Isn't His Highness the Seventh Prince healed now? He looks more cheerful than before." Meng Qi naturally let Yin Fengyin rely on her Coming up, he looked at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Yin Fengyin twisted a strand of long black hair around her fingertips: "That's right, as long as he grows up happily and safely, I'm relieved. These aristocratic families who came from the previous dynasty have many hearts and poisonous intestines." It’s so weird that I even stretched out my hand towards my younger brother...and my Ninger..."

Her eyes darkened, and she placed her palm on her belly.

Meng Qi put his palm on his head: "Your Highness..."

Behind the plum tree is a young boy in a blue shirt.

Yin Shengle ran over a few steps, and when he reached the house, he realized that he had to look up to see the young man's face clearly.

The young man's face is full of childishness, with a pair of flying thick eyebrows and piercing tiger eyes. His stature seems to be much taller than children of the same age. Wearing a blue Confucian shirt on his body did not make him a little more bookish, but on the contrary, he seemed to be a bit uncomfortable. Matching sense of humor.

He is more suitable for practicing martial arts than studying.

Yin Shengle looked at the panicked and guilty expression on his face, and thought to himself that this little guy doesn't like reading, so he sneaked here to hide his laziness?

"Who are you, why are you hiding here, are you lazy?" Yin Shengle asked with a smile.

The tiger-eyed boy hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, I, uh, I suffered from heat stroke, so I hid from the sun under the tree."

Yin Shengle raised his head, the late summer sunlight had become very soft, but this young man's cheeks were flushed, as if he had been exposed to the sun, but his ears were also red, and his eyes rolled around.

Yin Shengle crossed his arms: "You are lying, this is not the behavior of a good boy. If you don't tell the truth, I will tell the teacher!"

The young man grimaced: "Wait, wait! I'm really lazy, but..." He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, "But when I read that book, I felt dizzy and dizzy. Isn't it heatstroke?"

"Pfft." Yin Shengle laughed, but there was another chuckle from behind the rockery, which overlapped with his previous one.

Yin Shengle's ears moved, and he turned to the rockery and asked, "Why is there still a lazy person here?"

The man behind the rockery didn't panic.

Yin Shengle saw a young man wearing the same style of Confucian shirt slowly walking out from behind the rockery. He was neither tall nor short, but a little thin. His complexion was very fair, but it was different from Meng Qi's sickly white. Bai Fu reminded Yin Shengle of the milk pastry he ate in the morning; looking up, the young man had a beautiful face, although it hadn't fully grown yet, but from the eyebrows and eyes, he could already see the benevolence like moonlight. Soft, unassuming, but it makes people feel warm and close when they see it.

He held a roll of bamboo slips and a carving knife in his hand.

Yin Shengle compared the two teenagers with their own characteristics, and couldn't help sighing: "You still look good in these clothes."

The tiger-eyed boy nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I said earlier that I shouldn't come to the Imperial College to study or study, but the old man at home disagreed. Alas, I am so worried."

The young man who came out from behind the rockery first bowed his hands to Yin Shengle, and then said to him with a slight smile: "Everyone knows Li Guogong's love for his son, Wu Yi, your father asked you so much for your own good. "

"Come on, I think that if I stay in this damn place for a few more days, my head will crack." Li Wuyi shrugged, "Oh, it's better to be in Northern Xinjiang, I'll stay with Marshal Shang well My son, I practice martial arts and ride horses every day, not to mention how comfortable I am, why he insists on me coming back, I really don't understand."

Yin Shengle watched the young man relax suddenly, and sat back in the shade of the tree again, feeling that his name sounded familiar: "Who are you all?"

"Me? My name is Li Wuyi, my father is Li Guogong, and I am his youngest son." Li Wuyi grinned at the child who appeared from nowhere, showing a row of big white teeth.

"Grassman Shen Hui." The corners of his lips were curved, and there was a smile in his eyes, but his attitude was much more respectful than Li Wuyi who was sitting on the ground.

Yin Shengle nodded. As the protagonist of a book, Shen Hui is of course smart and mature since he was a child. He has already seen through his identity, but he will not call him out before he speaks... Wait!

Who is he? !

Yin Shengle suddenly turned his head and looked over. Shen Hui's childish but still very good-looking face still had a just right smile on his face. It makes him tall and straight like a green bamboo, bright and clean.

Probably because the movement of turning his head was too fierce, Yin Shengle heard a "crack" from his neck, and immediately felt a fine tingling pain.

"Your Highness!" Seeing him twisting his neck with pain on his face, the two palace servants who were chasing after him immediately raised their hearts to their throats, and hurriedly rushed over to kneel beside him, "Your Highness, don't move around. This servant girl is going to pass on the good doctor of Guozijian!"

As the highest institution of learning in the Yin Dynasty, Guozijian was naturally equipped with a good doctor's office, among which there were occasional imperial doctors.

One of the two palace men stayed beside Yin Shengle, while the other scrambled away.

Yin Shengle waved his hand to the terrified palace servants: "It's okay, but I turned my head too quickly, and I screwed it up a bit, I'll just turn it back slowly, ouch!"

"Your Highness..." The palace man was not too old, and his eyes were already tearing up anxiously.

"Why don't you let Caomin try it?" Shen Hui handed the bamboo slips and carving knife in his hand to Li Wuyi who was bewildered, and rolled up his sleeves, "Caomin's grandfather was the Marquis of Linchuan. Learned some methods of pressing and kneading."

He also squatted down, just enough for Yin Shengle to see himself.

Yin Shengle, whose neck was so sore that he couldn't move, saw the young version of the hero's face enlarged in front of his eyes, and he held his breath nervously for a moment. He saw that the edge of Shen Hui's skirt was a bit frayed, and even a thread had protruded. The young man in front of him had a skinny cheek that was visible to the naked eye, and the two strands of black hair hanging down from his ears made him a little fragile for no reason.

Only then did Yin Shengle recall that, as the heroine, Shen Hui did not have smooth sailing from the very beginning. His father is Linchuan Hou Shizi, a well-known dude in Kyoto. He has married three wives. , one Heli, one died of illness, and the one who died of illness was Shen Hui's biological mother.

Although Shen Hui's mother died of a serious illness, Yin Shengle remembered that she was actually killed by Linchuan Hou Shizi and Shen Hui's stepmother.

One of the male protagonist's first main tasks is to avenge his mother.

Moreover, the son of Marquis of Linchuan also ignored Shen Hui all the time, so he was suppressed by his stepmother. It was not until Shen Hui's grandfather, Marquis of Linchuan found out the plight of his grandson, that he removed Shen Hui from the vicious parents. He rescued him, raised him under his knees, and sent him to the Imperial College to study.

But after all, Marquis Linchuan was old and mentally weak. Even if he could provide shelter for Shen Hui, he couldn't take care of him comprehensively.

No wonder he was born so thin, and no one mended even his clothes when they were torn.

Yin Shengle stared at Shen Hui's eyes, which were light brown and sunny: "Then you should try it first."

"Your Highness!" The little palace man kneeling aside exclaimed. He didn't dare to let this precious egg have any accidents, and Shen Hui was only a child about eight years old. His eyes were full of doubts, and he was afraid that if he If you talk too much, you will be blamed by Yin Shengle, so you can only anxiously look in the direction you come and go, to see if your companion has brought the good doctor.

"Don't be afraid, let him try it." Yin Shengle suddenly felt that Shen Hui's eyes were really beautiful, like a cat raised by one of his classmates, "Even if it can't be cured, I don't blame you. "

"Of course there is you." Yin Shengle said to the little palace man who turned pale.

Xiao Gongren stepped aside aggrievedly.

Shen Hui squatted and took a step forward, putting his hands on Yin Shengle's neck.

Probably because he held the bamboo slips for too long, his palms were a little cold.

Yin Shengle felt itchy where he touched him: "Ouch."

"It hurts?" Shen Hui also hesitated to move.

Yin Shengle looked at him: "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy."

Shen Hui's family environment can be said to be terrible, except for the old man Linchuan Hou, everyone is holding back.

Speaking of which, the original body can also be regarded as one of Shen Hui's early thighs, right?

I don't know how they met, and how Shen Hui changed from an inconspicuous son of the Marquis to the companion of the empress' most beloved Seventh Prince.

Yin Shengle felt that his neck was gradually becoming more comfortable, and his mind began to think wildly.

The reason why Shen Hui broke with the original body in the end was because the monarch and his subjects were eccentric and gradually became strangers, and it was also because the original body became more violent and suspicious in the later stage, and the image was too negative. A boss that needs to be defeated.

But I am different!

Originally Xiong Defeiqi, he was a good boy who didn't need adults to worry about since he was a child.

The more Yin Shengle thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible for him to fall out with Shen Hui.

Shen Hui pressed his neck a few times, and it really didn't hurt, so he thanked Shen Hui happily.

Li Wuyi, who was watching for a while with a bamboo slip carving knife, walked over with his tongue: "I didn't expect you to have such a skill, A Hui, you are so powerful, this highness who doesn't know which one, can I ask you something?" ?”

The emperor has four sons. The second and fourth princes have already married their wives. The fifth prince is 16 years old this year and has already started to see the prince and concubine. Yin Shengle is too young and has been raised in the empress palace, so These young people here have never seen him.

Moreover, the emperor also has brothers who have become kings, and those princes’ families also have children who are about the same age as Yin Shengle. Li Wuyi grew up in northern Xinjiang, and he is very unfamiliar with these clans in Beijing, so he didn’t think that the one in front of him looked cute. The little doll in the palace is connected with the seventh prince who was rumored to be so vicious at a young age that he drove the palace people to death.

"What do you want to inquire about?"

Li Wuyi raised his eyebrows, and his heroic face suddenly became treacherous: "I hid in my old man's study the night before and eavesdropped, saying that His Majesty chose to read with the Seventh Prince, I guess my old man That's why I was called back from Northern Xinjiang, my Highness, can you tell me what the Seventh Prince hates? I don't want to be elected, and staying in the capital is too boring and depressing."

Yin Shengle resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He saw Shen Hui's face change, and he gently tugged on Li Wuyi's sleeve, but the latter was looking at him expectantly, and did not notice Shen Hui's reminder.

"Why don't you want to be selected?" Yin Shengle asked calmly.

"Hi!" Li Wuyi slapped his thigh, "I don't want to play with children, I want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy!"

Unexpectedly, it was his reason, which made Yin Shengle feel a lot more comfortable. He suddenly wanted to scare this rash young man: "Okay, I see, Li Wuyi, right? I'll go back and tell my father that I must choose Read with you."

Li Wuyi's expression froze instantly.

And the little palace man behind Yin Shengle showed him a look of pity.

When Shen Hui saw Yin Shengle admitting his identity, he was a little surprised, but not because it confirmed his guess about Yin Shengle's identity in his heart, but because the performance of the Seventh Prince was obviously different from the rumors.

He blinked quickly, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his golden eyes, and then he put on that kind of smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze: "Wu Yi grew up in the borderlands since he was a child, and he doesn't like to be bound by Beijing's rules." Restraints are not intended to offend His Highness."

Yin Shengle followed his voice and looked over.

Shen Hui bowed his head obediently, and smiled at him softly: "If His Highness does not abandon Cao Min's shallow knowledge and humble background, then the position of His Highness's accompanying student, Cao Min will definitely fight for it."

His eyes were frank and sincere, meeting Yin Shengle's eyes.

Yin Shengle's heart skipped a beat: As expected of the male lead, he can speak so well at such a young age.

"Aren't you afraid that I have a bad temper and will beat and scold you at every turn?"

This is the consistent impression that outsiders have of Yin Shengle.

Shen Hui still met his gaze squarely: "Cao Min thinks that His Highness has a good temper."

Yin Shengle was silent for a while...

Why do I always feel that this adult is not as mature and stable as this eight-year-old child?

The author has something to say:

Shen Hui was trying to get the protagonist's favor on purpose, but he was doing it in the direction of the relationship between the monarch and his ministers, and he didn't expect it to be crooked.