I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

The little eunuch who followed behind watched his nose, nose, and heart, not even daring to breathe.

Walking to the front of the sleeping hall, He Yang carried the little emperor into the door, lightly moved around his heels, and the hall door shut him out with a "bang".

The little eunuch looked tangled, hesitated for a while outside the palace door, quietly put his ears to it, and heard rustling noises and voices coming from inside.

"Ji Xiao, stop and let me go."

There was a little tired struggle in the little emperor's voice, and his feeble voice didn't seem to be refusal, but rather seductive.

"Why, besides this sentence, does Tzuyu have any other love words to say to me?"

Before He Yang could finish his sentence, the little eunuch stared wide-eyed, took two steps back in horror, stumbled with his left foot and fell to his right foot, and squatted on his buttocks. In the next second, he rolled and crawled to escape from this place of right and wrong.

He Yang carried the little emperor to the side of the bed, lifted the red curtain with one hand, and put the person on the bed, without making any further moves, he just looked at it inch by inch with his eyes.

If he stared at someone like this on weekdays, it would definitely make people feel intimidated, but at this moment, his sharp eyebrows are drooping, and his thick eyelashes hide all the coldness in his eyes, leaving only infinite gentleness, like a swamp, sinking into it. I can't get away anymore.

Chu Ziyu was addicted to this when he was young and couldn't extricate himself. Unfortunately, he is no longer what he used to be now.

In He Yang's eyes, his eyes are rational and clear-headed, and his clear eyes are lightly facing He Yang, giving rise to a sense of tension for no reason.

"If I don't come today, are you really going to have a wedding with someone else?" He Yang's voice was very soft, with no ups and downs in his tone. If he wasn't paying attention, he might not be able to tell what he said, as if he mentioned it casually.

The little emperor's eyes froze, and an inexplicable chill appeared on his back. It was obvious that He Yang's expression was the same as usual, but he was keenly aware of a trace of danger, and stared at He Yang vigilantly, not daring to move.

Da Hongxi's clothes made his skin whiter than snow, and his dark eyes were like deep pools of water. He Yang lightly brushed the little emperor's eyes, and several ripples appeared, disturbing the silence of the pool: "Ziyu, are you here?" Are you scared?"

"What is there to be afraid of?" The little emperor's teeth chattered, and he placed his hands on He Yang's chest. The gesture of resistance made people laugh.

He Yang easily grabbed his wrist, his eyes were teasing, and his tone agreed: "I think so too. When Ziyu secretly kissed me in the middle of the night, he was very courageous."

"You, you woke up at that time!" The little emperor's pupils trembled, his whole body stiffened on the spot, then he raised his head furiously, and asked, "Ji Xiao, you're deliberately playing tricks on me."

"Hush." ​​He Yang's slender index finger rested on the little emperor's lips, tracing the soft lines meticulously. The place where the fingertips passed brought a tingling tingle, which caused the little emperor to purse his lips involuntarily.

However, in the next second, his eyes widened suddenly, and He Yang's handsome facial features were magnified several times before his eyes, and their lips and teeth were entangled. It was a silent robbery.

The blood flow speed is gradually accelerating, the rationality is screaming crazily, and the breath becomes hot between breaths.

Something has quietly broken through the ground and is growing wildly in an uncontrollable direction. In the panic, someone's lip was bitten, and the tip of the tongue was filled with a bloody smell.

He Yang frowned with a "hiss", and the little emperor took advantage of the gap to quickly turn his head to calm down his chaotic breathing.

He rested his arms on He Yang's chest in a defensive posture, but there was a long-lasting old wound there, and he dared not use force.However, He Yang bullied him regardless, staring at the little emperor's misty eyes, his eyes were frivolous: "Ziyu, are you saying you want to refuse?"

"You—" The little emperor looked ashamed and angry, his red lips trembled slightly, his voice was choked in his throat, his eyes fell on the blood beads on the corner of He Yang's lips, which was bitten by him in a panic, with great force , the wound is still bleeding.

He Yang didn't seem to notice it, he instinctively licked the wound, and the tip of his tongue deftly swept away the blood beads, creating a bit of charm out of thin air, the little emperor's eyelashes trembled twice, he didn't dare to look again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ji Xiao, You're taking revenge on me, aren't you?"

He Yang froze for a moment. This was the first time Chu Ziyu let go of the emperor's airs in front of him. Although it was just a change of title, the hidden meaning behind it was extremely profound. He was a little dazed for a moment, not sure about Ji Xiao. What kind of attitude should it be, so he smiled inexplicably, and said casually: "How could it be?"

The little emperor was silent for a moment, and asked blankly, "Can you tell me, is it Chu Ziyu or the emperor sitting on the dragon chair that you hate?"

He didn't raise his eyes, but tears rolled down from under the eyelashes silently, along the corners of his eyes, across his cheeks and hidden in his black hair.

Six years passed quickly with a drop of tears, and those shattered memories were like pieces of sharp glass, the more you chase them desperately, the more bloody they will be.

Chu Ziyu ran alone on the long corridor, leaving a trail of dark red blood along the way.

He had just turned 16 that year, and when he learned from the Taifu that Ji Xiao had been imprisoned for treason, he accidentally broke the jade pendant he was going to give to Ji Xiao.

In the cloudy afternoon, he was clutching the fragments all the way, his palm was dripping with blood, and despite the dissuasion of the palace people outside the door, he insisted on breaking into the imperial study and asked his father for an explanation.

At that time, several ministers in the court were there. As the prince of a country, he lost his composure so much that the emperor was furious and punished him to return to the palace and confine his feet.

But this is not so much a punishment as a kind of protection to keep him out, but he insisted on going his own way, kneeling outside the imperial study from afternoon to late night, from heavy rain to bright moon and stars, no matter who came to persuade him during the period , he only had one sentence: "Ji Xiao can't possibly have the intention of treason."

The crown prince's biological mother died young, and the emperor was so devoted that he never allowed anyone else to do so. Chu Ziyu's kneeling finally softened the emperor's heart. Knowing that it was useless to say anything, he just sighed quietly and asked, "What do you want?"

At that time, Chu Ziyu was innocent and kind-hearted, he didn't have time to understand the cause and effect of the matter, he acted on his own will, kneeling on the cold and wet stone steps and begging: "I beg my father to let Ji Xiao go."

"I won't kill him." The emperor's temples were gray, his voice was old, and there was a sense of decadence all over his body, but his sharp eyes could vaguely show his heroic appearance back then. He sat on the dragon chair and looked at Chu Ziyu, His face remained unmoved: "But the imperial city...can't keep him."

"What?" Chu Ziyu was drenched in heavy rain, and his lips turned pale at the moment, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the old emperor's words.

"From now on, Ji Xiao will be exiled outside the customs as a crime, and the prison car escorting him has already left the city gate..."

"Father! How could you—"

Chu Ziyu burst into tears, stood up suddenly, stumbled and ran out the door.

One autumn rain and one cold, under the moonlight Ji Xiao looked back at the imperial city, but none of the Ji family came.

When Chu Ziyu arrived, there was only darkness left on the tower, and a group of eunuchs and guards followed behind him, conveying the emperor's orders, but he turned a deaf ear to them. After a while, Chu Ziyu lowered his eyelashes and ordered in a cold voice: "Prepare the horse."

Fate crossed at the moment he made a choice, and the memory came to an abrupt end. The little emperor couldn't help but tremble all over, as if he had fallen into a boundless nightmare.

He Yang hadn't figured out the answer to that question, but in a blink of an eye, he found that the little emperor's condition was abnormal, but before he had time to check, Chu Ziyu suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, this action caused He Yang to be surprised for a while.

But when he regained consciousness, the little emperor's hand had already grasped the dagger at his waist, He Yang was defenseless, his whole body was exposed to the blade.

This was an excellent opportunity to kill him with one blow, and even the system secretly sweated for him.

Unexpectedly, a cold light flashed in front of He Yang's eyes, and finally hit Chu Ziyu's chest. His eyes were blood red, and he handed the handle of the knife to He Yang's hand, saying hoarsely, "Ji Xiao, kill me. Otherwise I will definitely kill you."

When the fingertips touched, He Yang was forced to take the dagger, and the tip of the knife touched the red wedding dress, like the fusion of ice and flames, as long as his fingertips exerted a little force, the wedding dress would become more and more beautiful bloody.

The system was urging in his mind, like a devil's whisper.

【Come on, what are you waiting for? 】

[Could it be that you don't want to complete the task? 】

[This is an excellent opportunity to unlock the plot. 】

He Yang's eyes shone slightly, and his fingers tightened inch by inch. He looked into Chu Ziyu's eyes, and his chest throbbed violently. Time flowed slowly. Suddenly, he tensed his arms, and the dagger dexterously turned Circle, firmly retract the waist.

The little emperor's eyes widened in shock, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "You will regret it, after today I will not be merciful again."

He Yang put away the dagger, and then threw it far away. When he heard the little emperor say that, he smiled unscrupulously, leaned into his ear and said, "I'll wait and see."

【Why don't you do it? 】

He Yang: System 2.0, don't you think you have exceeded the authority of the system?

[Sorry, I'm just a little confused. 】

He Yang: Put away your doubts.Remember, it is not your turn to control my actions.

【You misunderstood...】

He Yang interrupted: Also, turn on screen blocking.

【why? 】

He Yang didn't answer, his eyes fell on a pair of wedding candles that were about to burn out, the system didn't dare to ask any more questions, so it had to obey the order.

Under a thick mosaic, Chu Ziyu's exclamation came clearly: "Ji Xiao, what are you doing?"

"I said today is our bridal chamber wedding night, Tzuyu, I always do what I say."

"You... ah!"

The hoarse voice was gradually replaced by sobs, which continued endlessly.

In the virtual form of System 2.0, he spread his hands and put on an expression of listening to a good show.

[This has nothing to do with me, I have already turned on screen blocking. 】