Raiders of the fast crossing target characters

Under the flickering candlelight, the man leaned against the bedside to read a book, his legs were covered by the quilt, and his long hair was slightly damp.

Zhuo Xi leaned out of the window and watched for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Even if he was looking at him like this, the man didn't seem to notice, just pretending that he didn't exist.

The door knocked softly, Zhuoxi walked in tentatively, picked the wick of the candle to make the light brighter.

He thought for a while and sat down at the table.

"Do you really want nothing?" He propped his chin and asked, "As long as I can do it, I can do it."

The man turned a page of the book in his hand.

He turned his head and glanced at the young man, that look was cold and indifferent, but seemed to be slightly ironic.

"My king doesn't want anything."

"Hey." Zhuoxi sighed in front of him, looking embarrassed.

The man looks back.

Just when Zhuoxi thought he was going to stop talking like this, the man spoke again.

"No matter what you are for, if you have ulterior motives, leave as soon as possible."

Zhuoxi: "But, I'm here just for you."

What he said was right, who made the other party his target.

***

Zhuoxi just stayed in Lin'an Palace.

Although the servants in the mansion were somewhat puzzled by his appearance, they all liked this handsome, easy-going young man.

It's just that the young man's statement of "asking the prince to repay his favor" is somewhat naive.

The current appearance of King Lin'an... Unless the young man can heal his legs, otherwise, it will be useless to repay his kindness.

I don't know how this young man received the favor of the prince before, and he came to repay him after such a long time.Three years ago, when King Lin'an went out to fight, he indeed saved many lives.But the King Lin'an at that time was no longer the same person as he is now.

They were filled with emotion.

An Fu continued to wonder: Did the rabbit run away?How come I haven't seen you for a few days...

I don't know if such a small one can survive after running out.He also asked Zhuoxi if he had seen the little guy, and the answer he got was naturally no.

An Fu scratched his head and continued to work.

Zhuoxi sat on the railing of the corridor, looking thoughtfully at the flowers and trees in the yard.

He was thinking about how to get closer to the man.

While he was contemplating, there was the sound of something hitting the ground not far away.He turned his head, and it turned out that a wooden barrel in the hand of a servant fell to the ground.There was a lot of water in it, probably because he was out of strength for a while so he couldn't lift it.

Zhuoxi walked over to help the other party, and said, "Are you okay? How about I help you carry it over."

The servant had Zhang Fangfang's face, about 30 years old, and said embarrassedly, "I don't know what's wrong today, it may be because I accidentally caught a cold in the past two nights, so I'm not in good spirits... No, no, no , Young Master Zhuo, you don't have to be so polite."

Even though he said that, Zhuoxi saw that his face was indeed a bit grim, so he decided to help him share and carry the water over together.

The servant was very grateful and quickly said thank you a few times.

When following the other party to the destination, Zhuoxi realized that this was not an ordinary hall, there was not much furniture inside, only a few memorial tablets placed in the center.

The servant smiled at him and said, "This is the ancestral hall, and the small ones have to come and clean it every three to five times."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhuoxi clasped his palms together and silently paid respects to those tablets.

Although he doesn't know him, he still has to be polite.

He identified it and found that the tablet at the front seemed to belong to Yan Xuan's mother.

There was already a light layer of dust on the altar table, and the servants took a cloth and wiped it carefully.

He didn't dare to touch those memorial tablets, it was a taboo, every time he came to clean them, he had to be very careful not to offend the deceased.

Just as he was about to finish wiping, there was a sudden sound of a wheelchair rolling outside the door, and the owner of the palace appeared at the door.

Yan Xuan's face was cold, and he cast his eyes on the two of them.

The servant turned pale with astonishment, he didn't expect King Lin'an to come over suddenly, his hand subconsciously moved, but accidentally touched one of the tablets.

The tablet shook and fell straight to the ground.

"!"

The air seemed to freeze, and the servant felt the imminent death.In front of the lord, he actually knocked over the tablet of the lord's biological mother, oh my god...

At the moment when the atmosphere was tense, a pair of hands caught the tablet.

Zhuoxi gently put the tablet back to its original position, and bowed again.

"Sorry...offended."

The servant hurriedly knelt down towards Yan Xuan, panicked and said: "My lord, I didn't do it on purpose... I beg your lord to spare me!"

Yan Xuan looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at a dead object.

"What's wrong?" An Fu, who was attracted by the voice, ran over, "What happened..."

The servant tremblingly explained what happened just now.

An Fu's scalp became numb when he heard this, and he didn't dare to intercede with the other party, because although he was the prince's personal attendant, he didn't have much power.

Zhuoxi thought for a while, but didn't speak.

He thought that he was not qualified to decide for Yan Xuan how to deal with this kind of matter, after all, it involved the other party's deceased mother.

However, speaking of Yan Xuan's mother, a man with such an excellent appearance must also be a very beautiful woman.

I don't know if Yan Xuan's mother will feel distressed when she sees the other party's current state...

Thinking of this, he glanced at the tablet that he put back just now.

This glance was caught by Yan Xuan.

He took Zhuoxi's movements into his eyes, and his expression was cold.

"go out."

Several people were stunned.

An Fu came to his senses and quickly dragged the servant out.Zhuoxi was a little surprised that the man just asked them to go out.Realizing that the other party wanted to be quiet for himself, he also withdrew, leaving this place to the other party.

After leaving here, Anfu sent the servant away, told him to collect this month's wages and leave the palace, and then said to Zhuoxi:

"...The prince should be, he doesn't want to kill in front of Concubine Yue."

Zhuoxi thinks that this is probably the reason.

It seems that although the man has a cold temper, the affection between him and his mother is not fake.

An Fu continued: "Fortunately, Mr. Zhuo, you caught the tablet... Otherwise, Huang San's life would really be lost today. Mr. Zhuo, your reaction is really fast."

Zhuo Xi smiled and shook his head.

"It's just a subconscious reaction." To be honest, it was true. After just now, he realized that his skills were so good.

"Anfu, what is your prince doing in the ancestral hall?" He was a little curious.

An Fu replied: "My lord... Occasionally, he would spend most of the day alone in the ancestral hall like this."

Listening to the other party's description, Zhuo Xi couldn't help but see the lonely back of the man in his mind.When he looked at the memorial tablet, what was he thinking?

***

In the early morning, when the genius was dim, the man woke up.

There seemed to be something pressing on his chest, he squinted his eyes and saw a small mass nestled on his body, rising and falling slowly with his breathing.

"..." When he got up, Zhuo Xi rolled down with a grunt and woke up.

The sleepy-looking teenager sat by the bed and yawned.

"Morning."

The man's expression is slightly gloomy.

Zhuo Xi was not afraid of him at all, instead he smiled and said, "Are you going to the palace today, I will accompany you."

Yesterday, an old eunuch came to the palace and tremblingly announced an order.The general idea is to let King Lin'an go into the palace today to discuss some matters with the court.

When the old eunuch saw Zhuoxi, his wrinkled face was full of doubts.But he didn't ask who he was. After reading the decree, he climbed into the carriage and went back to the palace.

Yan Xuan took a look at him, moved himself into the wheelchair, picked up the washing utensils prepared at the side, and after washing, he pushed himself to the front of the bronze mirror.

The slender fingers were about to grab the wooden comb in front of them, but the other hand grabbed it first.Zhuo Xi took the comb over, smiled and said, "Let me help you."

"..." Yan Xuan glanced at him again in the bronze mirror, but slowly closed his eyes without saying a word.

Zhuoxi observed in the past few days and knew that the other party usually washes and dresses by himself.He wanted to do something for the man, but couldn't find the opportunity.

The other party completely ignored his existence, as if nothing in this world could affect him.

Even if he knew that Zhuoxi was not a human being, to Yan Xuan, it was just an extra talking and moving creature in the mansion.

Zhuoxi didn't know whether she should be happy or unhappy.

The long black hair in the hand looks good in the hand.He thought to himself, the man did not refuse this time.

Just comb your hair, it should be quite simple.

Ten minutes later, he looked at the slightly crooked bun under his hands and fell into deep thought.

Well - it's still a bit difficult.

The system mocked him with an electronic voice: "Host, didn't you really come to make trouble?"

Zhuoxi: "...Why does a man still have to comb his hair in a bun and wear a crown? Don't they bother them?"

Like his own long hair, he tied it casually behind his head, how simple and rude.If he didn't want to look too unique, he would have wanted to cut his hair short, because long hair was too inconvenient.

013 said: "People in this era are very particular about the etiquette of a gentleman."

Fine.

Zhuoxi gave up.

He let go of the bun he had done, and put the comb back.

Yan Xuan opened his eyes and looked at him in the mirror.

Zhuoxi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Well, you should do it yourself."

Yan Xuan didn't look at him again.

Witnessing that the other party combed his hair neatly, Zhuo Xi watched the whole process curiously.

"So that's how it is..."

But he felt that his eyes knew it, but his hands still couldn't.

Seeing that the other party was about to go out, he put his hands on the wheelchair, intending to help him push.Almost the next moment, his wrist was grabbed by the man.

"Zhuo, Xi." Yan Xuan said every word in a gloomy tone.

In the past few days, the mansion occasionally heard servants calling the young man "Little Master Zhuoxi", so Yan Xuan naturally knew his name.

These two words were uttered by him with a chilling coldness.

"..." Zhuoxi looked at the hand around his wrist, struggled, and flattered him: "I know, I know."

Only then did the hand let go.

However, a conspicuous red mark was left on his wrist.

Zhuoxi: ... What did this person grow up on, and he has such great strength.

He found that Yan Xuan's self-esteem was really strong.

But that's right, the inability to walk with both legs should be the deepest pain in the other party's heart.

"Thirteen, is there a way to cure Yan Xuan's leg?" Zhuo Xi tapped the system.

"No." The system paused, "Host, my number is 013, not thirteen."

Zhuoxi: "It's almost the same."

013:"……"

"There are no props to make him stand up?" Zhuo Xi continued his efforts, "Thirteen, don't be so stingy."

"I have already answered you just now, no." The system is an honest and good system, no matter what the host says, no is no.

"By the way, the host, the progress of the strategy has increased by one percent." The system said.

Zhuoxi was a little happy, it turned out that it still worked.

But, why did it rise so much.

Better than nothing, he consoled himself.

He followed behind the man, and saw An Fu waiting at the gate leading the carriage.

"My lord." The attendant looked at his master's expression, and then at the young man who followed him persistently, hesitating a little.

"Master Zhuo, do you want to go too?" He scratched his head.

Zhuoxi: "Yes."

Yan Xuan looked at the young man who got into the carriage, his eyes darkened slightly.

"Go down."

"No." The young man folded his arms around his chest and pursed his lips, "I haven't seen what the palace looks like yet, just let me go and see."

An Fu sat outside, hesitating with a whip in his hand, Mr. Zhuo won't be kicked out by his prince.

As for Yan Xuan, it was still those two words:

"Go down."

Zhuo Xi: "I heard that the imperial palace is magnificent, I'm just curious."

In order to attack Yan Xuan, he had to take the initiative to understand some things.It is naturally the best thing to go to the palace with him.

The atmosphere is a little condensed.

The man closed his eyes and suddenly said coldly:

"That's not a good place."

"It's not a good place, so I want to go with you." The young man said seriously, "I haven't repaid my favor yet, what if I lose you?"

An Fu listened a little strangely outside: Mr. Zhuo said this, his prince is so big, how could he lose it all when he entered the palace?

But Mr. Zhuo really has perseverance.He had never seen anyone who dared to be so clingy to King Lin'an.Although the prince is cold to him, Zhuoxi doesn't care at all.

Just two words, admire!

At the same time, he was a little apprehensive, always feeling that if Zhuoxi continued like this, he would anger the prince one day.The first thing An Fu does when he wakes up every day is to confirm whether Mr. Zhuo is still in the mansion well.

I'm afraid that one day, this person will suddenly disappear.

Yan Xuan and the young man looked at each other for a while.

In the end, Zhuo Xi was defeated, his eyes were a little sore.

An Fu just watched him get out of the carriage, jumped to the ground, and patted the hem of his clothes.

"Okay, I won't go." Anyway, there will be more opportunities in the future.

A man's low voice came from the carriage: "Go."

An Fu quickly nodded to Zhuo Xi, then raised his whip.

"drive--!"

Zhuoxi watched the carriage leave and touched his nose.

"Hey." He sighed, "It's really hard."

The system encouraged him without emotion: "Come on."

Zhuoxi: "Thirteen, the information you gave me before seems a bit too simple now...can you give me more specific information."

013: "Host, no. You need to find out more details by yourself, otherwise it would be difficult."

Zhuoxi: "...He has no conscience."

013 said: "Host, I have no heart."

Inside the carriage, the man who closed his eyes and meditated suddenly opened his eyes.