I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe sat in front of the bronze mirror, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, as smooth as the finest silk in the hands of a embroiderer.

The hem of the vermilion clothes meanders on the ground, and the delicate and luxurious golden cloud patterns are inlaid and embroidered on the corners of the clothes. A golden phoenix soars among the clouds with its head raised high, and the embroidery patterns are dazzling.

This garment was assembled by a group of the best craftsmen in Tianqi, His Royal Highness, using the most precious silk thread in the world, and it took half a year to weave it meticulously. It is extremely noble and gorgeous.

If it were any other person, no matter in terms of imposing manner or complexion, they would never be able to support such a gorgeous shirt.

But the young man in front of him is different, this phoenix robe is almost tailor-made for him, it fits perfectly.

No wonder His Royal Highness the Crown Prince favors this person alone.

A look of amazement flashed in the eyes of the palace man, and he tidied up his appearance more respectfully.

When the palace servant cleaned the young man's face and wanted to draw a pen to outline his eyebrows, the young man suddenly turned his head, stared at him and said, "No."

The palace man was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "Master Qin, please forgive me, this is a rule. Whenever there are pets in the palace who meet His Royal Highness, they should clean their bodies and make up as usual."

The palace man couldn't help laughing and said: "Besides, the young master is so beautiful, just a little more dressing up, and he will definitely be able to seduce His Royal Highness!"

There is no servant who doesn't want to dress up beautifully to meet His Royal Highness, and the palace people think that the boy should do the same.

Unexpectedly, the boy's expression didn't change, he just said softly: "I'm not his pet, I'm just a slave."

As he spoke, he glanced at the palace man, his eyes were as quiet as an abyss, and they were so dark that they were menacing, "You called me wrong, I can't be a son."

The palace man froze for a moment, not knowing how to reply.

Qin Nu was indeed just a lowly slave, because of his half-demon blood, he was bullied by everyone.

When he first came to the palace, His Highness the Crown Prince ignored him, and his attitude was extremely cold.

The palace servants are used to seeing the wind to make the rudder, tossing him all day long, almost let him starve to death in the palace, it is really pitiful.

However, no matter how pitiful it is, that is the past.

Now His Royal Highness the Prince only favors Qin Nu, and keeps all good things in the Palace of Stars. He goes there two or three times a day, and even arrests those slaves who have bullied Qin Nu, in front of the servants in the entire palace. Put to death with sticks.

The palace servants have served in front of the prince's hall for so many years, and they have never seen the prince care so much about any servant, it almost hurts to hold him in his hand.

Even if he is a lowly half-demon slave, once he has climbed to such a high position, who would dare to call him a slave?Could it be that he wants to be chopped off by the crown prince!

The palace man thought about it, and said tremblingly: "Young Master Qin...you are joking..."

The boy withdrew his gaze and stopped arguing with him.

The palace man had just been overwhelmed by the young man's aura, and now he was slightly relieved.

"Why does Qingluan want to see me?"

Qingluan...how dare to call His Highness the Crown Prince by his name...

The palace man hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that he couldn't hear, and replied: "Listening to the comments of others, it seems that the envoys of Da Yue came here admiringly, and wanted to have a look at the young master's demeanor."

After the palace man finished speaking, he saw that the young man was slightly lost in thought, and was about to speak out, when he heard the young man lower his eyes and say in a low voice: "I see, you go down first."

"The grooming thing..."

"I'll do it myself." The young man's voice was clearly still so soft, but inexplicably carried an aura of coercion, which made people want to obey unconsciously.

A cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the palace man, he replied yes, and stepped back respectfully.

With the closing of the hall door, the air in the hall suddenly became dead silent.

Ning Zhe sat quietly on the small mahogany stool, looked at the unfamiliar and blurred face in the bronze mirror, and suddenly asked, "No. 67, is Huo Chen here?"

The man in black came down from the beam, walked behind him unhurriedly, picked up the agarwood comb, and gently combed his waterfall-like long hair.

"How did you find out?"

"He left a soul-stirring needle on me, which can be traced thousands of miles away."

No. 67 vaguely recalled that Huo Chen once inserted a silver needle into Ning Zhe's hair.

He raised his eyebrows, and said in a calm voice, "Is it important? Huo Chen is useless to you now."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and said nothing.

No. 67 came around to him, raised his chin with one finger, and sneered with his lips hooked: "Ning Zhe, who are you thinking about?"

Ning Zhe raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, and after a while, he bent his lips, his brows and eyes soft: "I miss you."

No. 67 didn't like him, picked up the eyebrow pencil from the dressing table sideways, and said indifferently: "Even if Huo Chen can find you, it doesn't mean that Ning Yan will definitely recognize you, you can die This heart."

The smile on Ning Zhe's lips gradually faded, "I didn't miss him."

"Better so."

No. 67 let out a cold snort, suddenly turned the eyebrow pencil in his hand, and casually changed the subject: "Will you?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a while before realizing that he was talking about dressing up, and obediently shook his head.

He just noticed that No. 67 came in, so he made up a random theory to drive that person away. He had never even touched these women's things before.

"Who just said that he wants to come by himself?"

With a mocking tone, No. 67 stretched out his hand to lift Ning Zhe's face, holding a pen with his slender and powerful hand, and delicately painted on his eyebrows, his movements were extremely gentle.

Ning Zhe's skin was already so white that it was almost transparent, so naturally there was no need to apply those messy powders.

The body he chose was born to be a beauty, and its beauty cannot be hidden.

Seeing that he was proficient in his movements, Ning Zhe couldn't help being a little dazed, and said in a daze: "No. 67, you are a lonely ghost, and you know these things..."

"Again, I am the system."

No. 67 replied indifferently, took a piece of lip balm used by women to paint lips, and ordered: "Open your mouth."

Ning Zhe opened his mouth obediently, and No. 67 put the balm between his lips, and then lifted his chin violently.

Hearing a crisp "click", Ning Zhe's upper and lower teeth collided suddenly, Ning Zhe frowned in pain, and was forced to close his lips.

It was at this moment that his lips were stained with a smear of lip balm, and his originally pale lips were suddenly as red as blood, extremely alluring.

Ning Zhe was ignorant, frowned in self-care, rubbed his cheeks, his nose shrank slightly, and his small face was wrinkled together.

No. 67 inadvertently hooked his lips, and the smile disappeared in a flash.

"Okay, let's go, with Qingluan here, Huo Chen dare not do anything to you."

No. 67 flicked the space between his eyebrows, and disappeared from the palace in a flash.

Ning Zhe rubbed his forehead in pain, pushed the door and went out.

Several palace people waiting outside the hall saluted, then surrounded him and got into the sedan chair and carried him to the front hall.

Ning Zhe sat in the sedan chair covered by bead gauze, looked at the beautiful scenery passing by all around, his expression was too quiet, as if what he was going to meet was not Huo Chen, but an insignificant person.

At this moment, in the front hall, there is already a scene of interlacing wine and cups.

Qingluan raised his glass, smiled at the handsome man in the battle robe underneath, and said, "I never thought that General Huo would be interested in a small slave, but I am so surprised."

Huo Chen also smiled, with a stern manner, "Since you are a little slave, the general is so bold, how about asking Your Highness to give it up?"

Just at this time, there was movement outside the hall.

In the blink of an eye, Qingluan saw a palpitatingly beautiful young man dressed in red, who looked like blood, was leading his servants, stepping over the bluestone steps, and stepping into the hall step by step.

Qingluan's eyes lighted up with an astonishing brilliance.

The corner of his lips parted involuntarily with a slightly excited smile, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the young man, suppressing the boiling blood, and slowly said: "General Huo said it was his love, how can he let go of it?" , even a little slave, that can only be a little slave alone!"

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

As the boy approached, the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Huo Chen stared at him with both eyes, breathing slightly heavily, holding the wine glass tightly with his fingertips, his whole body trembling and tense with excitement.

As soon as Ning Zhe stepped into the palace gate, he felt this strong gaze.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Huo Chen's handsome face like a god came into view, but in just a few days, he became so strange that it seemed like a world away.

"Anu, come here." Qingluan called him.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes flicked past Huo Chen, and walked to Qingluan's side without arousing anyone's notice.

Only Huo Chen felt hot in his heart, seeing his inconspicuous pause.

The young man looked calm and walked slowly through the center of the hall.

The luxurious palace banquet did not cause the little slave any discomfort. He seemed to be used to such scenes, and his calmness was amazing.

Qingluan watched him walking towards her steadily.

The young man's fair skin was set off by his jet-black hair, and he was dressed in a blood-colored red dress. He was as attractive as a mountain goblin.Enough to make every man who met him crazy for him.

Qingluan stepped forward and stepped beside the young man, took his white and tender hand, a flicker of crazy obsession and excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Anu..." He stroked the young man's face, "I'm not mistaken, this dress really suits you."

Huang Yi is too imposing, it will overwhelm people's complexion, but on Qin Nu, it is just a foil for him.

He was clearly a slave who had been trampled on since he was a child, but he strangely cultivated an air of nobility and arrogance.

His zither slave is really a canary who was born to be kept in the palm of someone's hand... Qingluan's heart was burning hot.

Obviously, he was not the only one who thought so.

Glancing from the corner of the eye, Qingluan saw that everyone at the banquet had their eyes fixed on each other, staring at his little slave for a long time unable to recover.

There was another person whose gaze was extremely hot and intense, which was extremely annoying.

Qingluan lowered her eyes slightly, looked at Huo Chen, and sneered, "I can't see that General Huo is also a person who likes beauty."

Huo Chen ignored his sarcasm, just looked at Ning Zhe, his expression was as gentle as water, "It's not that he likes beauty, but... only loves this one beauty."

Qingluan's arm around Ning's waist suddenly tightened.

"Now that General Huo has met Anu, it's time to agree to Gu's business, right?"

He gestured to the left and right, and a palace servant presented a sharp dagger to Huo Chen.

Huo Chen glanced at it, then took the dagger, stretched out his right hand, and before everyone could react, the knife fell suddenly!

A cold light flashed in the air.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes twitched suddenly, watching a little finger fall to the ground, blood was scattered all over the long table.

There was an uproar at the banquet, and everyone talked about it.

"Huo Chen is crazy!?"

"He cut his finger, how will he hold a sword and a gun in the future, and go into battle to kill the enemy?"

"Why? Could it be just to see this little slave of His Highness the Prince?"

"Speak carefully! This person is His Royal Highness's favorite now. Look at the clothes he is wearing. What else do you not understand?"

"It is rumored that the phoenix clothes were made by His Highness the Crown Prince for the future Crown Princess, could it be..."

"Who is this zither slave? It doesn't matter if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Even General Huo of Dayue was alarmed. Could it be that it's really some kind of evil spirit that will harm the country?"

All of a sudden, various sounds in the hall rustled.

Huo Chen listened to the discussion in his ear, without moving his brows.

He looked at Ning Zhe without changing his face, curled his lips and said with a faint smile: "I once broke a person's toe, and now I use my fingers to return it."

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows, looked at Huo Chen for a while, then suddenly spoke, and said the first sentence after entering the palace, "Not enough."

Seeing that he was finally willing to talk to him, Huo Chen's eyes lit up.

He stared at Ning Zhe with a pair of deep eyes, clenched his fists tightly, suppressed the trembling in his heart, and said excitedly: "Yes... not enough, naturally not enough!"

"I will pay back everything I owe to that person, whether it's hands, feet, or even this life, if he wants...take it!"

"It's just..." Huo Chen couldn't help taking a step forward, stretched out his hand slightly, his voice choked and hoarse: "It's just that I don't know, whether he is willing to accept...I..."

Before Huo Chen finished speaking, Ning Zhe interrupted him calmly, "It's late."

Huo Chen's outstretched hand stopped suddenly, and a blank look flashed across his eyes for a moment.

Qing Luan squinted his eyes, looked down at Ning Zhe, and smiled in an unclear tone: "I don't know, so Anu knew General Huo before?"

Ning Zhe raised his eyes, frowned, and smiled obediently at him, "No, I don't know this person."

Qingluan stared at him for a while, then smiled on the surface: "Really?"

Ning Zhe reached out and hugged his waist, took the initiative to bury him in his arms, and said with great attachment: "Well, Anu only likes Qingluan alone."

Qingluan looked at him, and his expression softened slightly.

The boy's docile and obsessive attitude obviously made him very useful.

Seeing Ning Zhe's furry head arching and arching in his arms, Qingluan couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Seeing the gentleness of the two, everyone on the side couldn't help but boldly teased a few words, but Qingluan was not angry, and seemed to be in a good mood with a smile.

"Why..." A hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded, breaking the warm atmosphere here.

Qingluan raised her head and glanced at Huo Chen.

I saw the man who was still calm just now, but now he lowered his head, his expression was gloomy, and the breath in his body seemed to be frozen.

Qingluan smiled happily, and said happily: "Who is General Huo asking? There are only lonely Qin slaves here, but there is no one in General Huo's heart."

Huo Chen stood there for a long time.

After a while, he slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes were as dangerous as wild animals.

He looked at Ning Zhe with cold eyes, and asked word by word: "I have heard that the qin slaves in His Royal Highness's palace are proficient in the sound of the qin. This general is not talented, but he has some melodies. Your Highness the Crown Prince would not mind letting the general and the qin slaves play together?" Come on?"

"I have to ask Anu." Qingluan curled her lips, lowered her head and touched Ning Zhe's face, "Anu, would you like it?"

Huo Chen's scorching eyes fell on Ning Zhe.

However, Ning Zhe didn't even look at him, and buried his head in Qingluan's arms, shaking slightly.

"Anu just wants to play the piano for Qingluan."

Ning Zhe stood on tiptoe, put his arms around Qingluan's neck, yawned a little, and said vaguely: "Qingluan, I'm sleepy..."

At this moment, no matter who it is, they can see the young man's admiration for Qingluan at a glance.

If he is a bird, he only wants to live on the branch of Qingluan.

Qingluan laughed loudly, stretched out her long arms and hugged him into her arms, raised her eyebrows and smiled at Huo Chen: "General Huo, you have also seen that the lonely Anu is sleepy, so forgive the poor hospitality!"

After finishing speaking, the tender young man wrapped in red clothes that looked like blood walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

When passing by Huo Chen's side, he paused slightly, and provocatively said to Huo Chen in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Anu loves lonely people so much that he can't extricate himself. If General Huo wants to force someone out of lonely hands, it's probably too early Very..."

Huo Chen clenched his fists suddenly, and the veins on his wrists popped out.

He lowered his head so that people couldn't see his expression clearly, but anyone could feel his terrifying aura at the moment.

Like an enraged beast, on the verge of erupting at any time, it will open its bloody mouth at any time, biting the enemy's lifeblood fiercely!

However, no matter how fierce the wild beast is, it is still just a wild beast, and it cannot escape the hunter's trap after all.

Qingluan pursed her lips indifferently, and left the palace first with Ning Zhe in her arms.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also left in droves.

"It's really for one of His Royal Highness's pets... Has the former brave general of Dayue also fallen to this point? Could it be that the country's general has declined..." A young son glanced at Huo Chen, thinking Tsukuru sighed regretfully.

Someone continued: "It's ridiculous that the Qin slave is devoted to His Highness, but he can't see clearly, and in the end he takes his own humiliation..."

"Hahahahaha be careful, this is General Huo, how do you know if he will attack in a fit of anger?"

"Do it? He's missing a finger, and I'm afraid he can't even hold the sword firmly! Hahahahaha!"

A group of people laughed and went away, and the sound of ridicule seemed to be still lingering in their ears.

Huo Chen was dressed in black armor, standing upright on the spot, and the aura around him was so thick and terrifying that it was almost suffocating.

The city guard stepped forward bravely and said, "General Huo, the banquet is over, can you... please?"

Huo Chen's eyes were filled with undercurrents, but his expression was terribly calm. The city guard met his eyes, couldn't help but swallowed, and took a step back subconsciously.

Huo Chen glanced at him blankly, and walked slowly.

When leaving the palace, Huo Chen stopped and looked back.

A moment later, the corners of his lips parted into a frightening smile, and the obsession in his eyes was so strong that it made people breathless.

After returning to the inn where he was temporarily staying, Qin Shen stopped Huo Chen from the door.

He glanced at Huo Chen's bloody right hand, and asked lightly, "Why did you go to see Prince Qingluan?"

Huo Chen glanced at him, "What does it have to do with the prime minister?"

Qin Shen didn't answer him, but said: "The Second Prince has already agreed to His Majesty's request. The Second Prince will hold a banquet tomorrow. I hope the general can attend the banquet on time."

Huo Chen smiled, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Prime Minister Qin devoted himself to His Majesty and died, which is really admirable, but it's hard to say how much trust our Majesty has in the Prime Minister..."

The Qin family has been officials for generations, with complicated roots, and has always been feared by the royal family. While relying heavily on Qin Shen, Ning Zhi is also guarding against him. Up to now, no one in the Qin family has been promoted.

Qin Shen didn't move his eyebrows, "As a minister, you should do your duty."

Seeing Huo Chen's playful expression, Qin Shen calmly changed the subject, and said calmly, "At that time, His Royal Highness will also bring his servants to the banquet."

After finishing speaking, he handed the invitation to Huo Chen, turned around and left, as peaceful and elegant as when he came.

Not happy or angry, not complaining or angry, Tsing Yi is indifferent, Zhilan Yushu.

Huo Chen squinted at him for a while, then looked away, and glanced at the exquisite bronzing post in his hand.

After a while, Huo Chen pursed his lips and gave a low laugh.

Your majesty... I haven't made amends yet, how could you fall in love with someone so easily...

......

Ning Zhe nestled in Qingluan's arms, jolting about to fall asleep.Qingluan hugged him and walked to the door of the dark room.

Ning Zhe woke up suddenly, his long eyelashes trembled, he grabbed Qingluan's skirt tightly with trembling hands, and begged in a low voice: "Can you... don't, don't go in..."

Qingluan smiled softly, and stroked his face: "Why? Anu is so beautiful, I don't want anyone to see Anu and take Anu away. Is it not good for Anu to be a lonely pet? ?”

The hazy moisture condensed in Ning Zhe's eyes, layer by layer, and soon condensed into water droplets, hanging in the corners of the eyes but not daring to fall, it was so pitiful.

"Anu, Anu is there... cold... cold and hungry..." Ning Zhe slightly clenched the lapel in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking of, his expression A trace of fear loomed faintly.

"Green Luan..."

Ning Zhe whimpered softly, buried him in his arms, sucked at the tip of his red nose, and said in a hoarse and dry voice, "Anu will be obedient and behaved, don't, don't lock up Anu... .Is it good...is it good..."

The boy shrank into a ball, his head almost lowered to his chest in fear, curled up in his arms, begging desperately.

He didn't even dare to let out a sound when he cried, only dared to sob softly.

The young man at this moment, without the demeanor and demeanor that confuses people at the banquet just now, is instead like a little beast that has been injured and has nowhere to escape, lying in the palm of the hunter in fear, fearing that he will clenched his fists and put himself in a trap. deadly.

Qingluan paused slightly.

The trembling of the young man's body seemed to spread to the bottom of his heart, making his heart tremble along with it.

This is an extremely strange feeling, Qingluan only felt it in the body of the little emperor Da Yue back then.

He looked down at the trembling boy, and for the second time in his life, he was moved with compassion.

Qingluan turned on her toes and walked towards the Hall of Stars.

"Gu can promise Anu." A flat voice sounded softly from above.

Ning Zhe raised his eyes in surprise, and the brilliance in them made his whole body brighter, like the soft sunlight in spring.

Qingluan's eyes softened a little, but he said: "But Anu must agree to Gu, don't betray Gu, and must not leave Gu, otherwise..."

Qingluan's voice became cold, and her cold eyes wrapped around the boy's neck like a poisonous snake.

The young man was ignorant, with a cute smile on his lips, and his soft cheek rubbed Qingluan's shoulder clingingly, "No, Anu likes Qingluan the most."

The voice is as soft as clouds floating in the sky, like a clear spring in the mountains, with a sweet and greasy taste, gurgling to people's hearts.

"How much do you like it?" Qingluan asked him.

The boy's eyes sparkled, and he answered without hesitation: "I like it more than I like it!"

I like it more than I like it, what is it...

Qingluan stared blankly at the innocent boy, as if he knew the answer.

His heart suddenly softened into a puddle of water.

Qingluan put the boy on the couch, sighed, lowered her head and kissed the boy's forehead lightly.

The boy bent his lips in an instant, and just a kiss made him happy.

Qingluan stared at his bright and bewitching eyes, and his heart suddenly beat violently, causing his entire chest to tremble.

——At this moment, Qingluan actually had the illusion that he wanted to stay with the person in his arms for a lifetime.

Obviously it was a plaything, and he obviously just wanted to see him destroyed... Now he started to hesitate.

Qingluan closed the palace door, stood in front of the door, and slowly stroked her heart.

Is he... emotional?