I'm too tired to be in the Shura field every day

Chong Yan sat at the table, twirling the ink-colored porcelain cup with his fingers, he lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He had already restrained his expression, but he still found that the guard was looking at him hesitantly.

He put down the porcelain cup and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The guard opened his mouth, then closed it again, a little awkwardly.

Chong Yan asked: "What do you want to say?"

The personal guard couldn't help but said: "The general's mood is quite different from the past."

Chong Yan put away the last bit of lightness on his face, and now his face completely disappeared.

This act of concealment made the guard emboldened, and he stepped forward and asked, "Is it what the sage said to the general last night that made the general feel so comfortable?"

You know, every festival that can't wait for the condolences from the palace, the face of the general will be very stinky, and the monarch and his ministers are in love, and they don't want to do otherwise.

It's just that there are too many rumors, so they can't help but be cautious.

Chong Yan pondered for a while, then said: "Actually, we misunderstood him."

Thinking of the man's show of affection last night, he frankly showed him admiration, asking him to be intimate with him, those eyes could see clear even in the dark, Chongan's heart twitched, and he said: "He He actually cares about me."

Qin Wei's eyes lit up

Chong Yan said: "We got together last night, I can feel that they cherish me and want me to help them by their side."

The corner of the guard's mouth raised, "General, it's such a great thing. Being a minister and a general is to hope for the stability of the country and the protection of the sage."

Chong Yan also smiled, but it was so fast that it was hard to catch, just for a moment, his face was hazy and solemn again, and he said: "If I guess correctly, he should send someone here soon."

They met under such circumstances, if he cherished him a little bit, he should send someone to mediate after he deliberately distanced himself.

"Great." The straight man's personal guard didn't pay attention to why the master called "he" to the emperor, but was very happy with this development, and was rejoicing when he suddenly heard someone report from outside: "General, there are people in the palace." .”

"General! Someone is coming from the palace!" The guard repeated.

Chong Yan was still sitting quietly, but there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he said as usual: "Please come to the main hall, you step back."

This elder sister of the palace lady is the female official next to Beiyu, because the young emperor said to keep a low profile, she came wearing a lotus-colored cloak, waiting in the main hall, and heard steady footsteps after a while.

Turning around, I saw the regent coming over with a cold and serious attitude.

This person has the coldness and sharpness painted by the war, giving people a sense of oppression that is hard to breathe. He is tall and extraordinary, and the deep eyebrows make people feel majestic and cold. Rao, countless old people in the palace feel a little bit Shocked, I wondered how His Majesty managed to have a long talk with this person all night.

Although she had many thoughts, she reacted when Chong Yan walked within a certain range, saluted gracefully, and then invited Beiyu to invite Chong Yan to a small banquet, and said something about Chong Yan's cleansing.

After listening to the banquet invitation, Chong Yan looked at the female officer and said, "Your Majesty has something else to tell me."

The female officer smiled, "My lord is a god."

She took out the light feather silk from her sleeve and handed it to Chongyan, because she remembered Beiyu's order and said in a low voice: "I heard that your lord has written a wonderful painting, and the sage ordered you to draw the scene of the heart-to-heart exchange between the monarch and his ministers last night, and write it tomorrow night." Bring it to the banquet."

Chong Yan held the tissue paper, his fingertips trembled, and he opened his eyes slightly, "He really said that?"

The female officer nodded, "It's absolutely true."

A puff of hot air burned from his neck.

He, he actually asked for such a thing. They were in bed last night. Although they were not naked, they were also intimate, but he was extremely open-minded and wanted to leave a picture as a souvenir.

Chong hated Guan Fengxue's tempered face, and couldn't help feeling hot.

The female official said again: "This silk paper is the light feather silk treasured by the Holy King. It can be seen that the Holy King is very concerned about the Lord, and the Lord should understand His Majesty's mind."

To defend the country well, the North Kingdom needs a loyal general.

No matter what the female officer said, it would be like this even if he was bored, he kept the demeanor and took the tissue paper, and sent the female officer away.

The light feather silk was spread out on the table, the warm white tone was similar to that pampered nobleman, if one wrote pen on this silk paper...

Heavy tired to find a good position, the pen tip falls.

Bei Yu saw the female officer coming in to reply, and quickly asked, "How is it?"

The female officer smiled: "The adult accepted it."

Bei Yu asked, "Is he angry?"

Bei Yu knew that the prime minister was still conservative, and he was afraid that he would get angry.

The female officer recalled: "It seemed to be surprised, but her face was serious, and she didn't say much."

The Prince Regent's face made it difficult to guess his intentions.

Beiyu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

The Prime Minister is very dignified, just being surprised and displeased is a tacit consent.

The Prime Minister gave him another chance!He had to take good care of it, he straightened his shoulders and said: "I arrange this banquet myself!"

Beiyu has been immersed in the palace for a long time, and its aesthetics are also at the top.

He filled the emptiness of the palace with corals of various colors, and moved the seats of the monarch and his ministers very close to each other beyond the norm.

He scented every corner of the palace with homemade spices, and took out a small lime from the wine storage room.

The small lime was brewed by himself, and it tastes clear and sweet, similar to modern cocktails.

Open the altar and seal that the aroma of the wine is already tangy, and when you smell it close, your bones are sore and limp.

He held up the altar and asked the court lady: "How about this altar?"

This court lady is a newcomer Xiao Fang, she is very agile and lively, she has helped him a lot in the past few days, she replied: "It is not an exaggeration to say a word of immortality."

Bei Yu then happily filled the two wine jugs with small limes, and the night banquet was almost here after all the work.

As the night gradually fell and the galaxy shone brightly, Beiyu changed into the most beautiful palace attire, combed her hair to look like an adult, and arrived at her seat one step ahead of the prime minister.

The prime minister waited for him last time, so this time he should wait for the prime minister.

Sitting but a little anxious in his heart, Bei Yu began to practice the question and answer with the prime minister later.

"Prime Minister, you are here."

"Prime Minister, please sit down quickly."

"Tonight is a small banquet between me and the prime minister, can I sit face to face with the prime minister?"

"The palace has been incensed, but the prime minister is wearing an ink scroll, which gives him a sense of tranquility, which is exactly what I want."

"Is this the prime minister's painting? Can I open it and have a look."

"Prime Minister, the Prime Minister is willing to paint this painting, does it mean that the Prime Minister does not dislike me?"

"Prime Minister, in fact, I also... woo woo woo."

Bei Yu covered his face, flushed by his own fantasy.

Thinking that the person might be arriving soon, he cleared his throat like holding his respect, and asked loudly, "Have the guests arrived yet?"

The servants who served him were a little far away, so he dared to devote himself like this. The female officer said in a clear voice: "Not yet...ah, Your Majesty, it's here!"

Then I heard the small broken steps of the palace servants, walking around someone in a hurry.

Beiyu's original anticipation added a layer of tension, and he adjusted his buttocks several times on the seat.

"Fish, hold on tight," he said to himself, "this is the opportunity the prime minister gave you, you have to seize it, do what you have to do, ask what you have to ask, don't be anticlimactic like last time, okay , first use the most calm gesture to welcome the prime minister in."

He smiled.

I have to say that a beautiful skin can always bring out all kinds of perfect masks.

Although Bei Yu was panicked in his heart, he looked as calm as a fan.

He sat upright with the best posture.

He listened for footsteps outside.

Mind silently.

Close, very close, three meters.

two meters.

one meter!

he came!

coming!

"Wait, who is this?"

Beiyu tilted his head, and the deer's eyes were round.

The man who stepped in was dazzlingly cold and tall, and he was clearly standing below, but he gave Bei Yu a feeling of being oppressed.

This man is a tall and cool guy that he has never seen before, and his whole body looks more like a king than him. As soon as he came in, the palace people on both sides lowered their heads deeply, as if they dare not look directly at this majesty. The prime minister forgot, tried his best to raise his upper body and asked the female officer, "Who is this?"

The female officer looked at him suspiciously and said, "Your Majesty, this is the Regent."

"Prince Regent!" Bei Yu whispered, slapping his butt and falling heavily to the ground.

"Your Majesty, I'm tired of participating." The deep and heavy voice pierced through the eardrums, that cool brother, no, Wei Guang, who is already a reserve of the throne, said to him as the protagonist.

Beiyu couldn't bear it, and Beiyu was panicked.

When he saw that person's eyes just now, he was very cold and serious. He thought it was a kind of temperament, but now that he thought about it, it was a kind of displeased scrutiny, cold contempt!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Boss Zhong looking up again, his eyes were colder than before.

Beiyu gasped, the skin of the body he saw hurt.

Probably because of the agility trained in the military for a long time, Chong Yan felt that something was wrong.

An eerie, spider-thread-thin danger was almost perfectly camouflaged beneath the sweet air of the palace.

His plate is an irregular odd number, and there is one less palace on the left than on the right.

He couldn't help frowning, and looked up at the tall man.

The man's deer-like eyes were fixed on him, and his shoulders shrank when they looked at each other.

He is nervous?

"You don't need to be too polite!" Bei Yu hurriedly asked Boss Zhong to put down his bowing hands.

How dare he let the protagonist salute him.

"Aiqing, please sit down, don't pour wine for Aiqing yet." Bei Yu ordered the palace servants, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the system deserted.

Didn't you tell the regent to notify him if he collided with the prime minister?

The female official knocked on the gong for the banquet, and Bei Yu asked, "Is there something you want to do when Qing is here this time?"

Chongyan heard Beiyu's unfamiliar question and blinked his eyes.

He said: "I have something that I want to present to Your Majesty."

He stood up suddenly, and Beiyu trembled for a moment.

Boss Chong is too tall, and his 1.9-meter figure gives people a sense of oppression. Coupled with his calm aura, Beiyu couldn't help but rub his back.

"Your Majesty." Boss Zhong knelt down softly. Even half-kneeling, he was very tall. Beiyu could see the deltoid muscles on his neck and the strong muscles under the fabric.

He swallowed his throat and squeezed out a voice from the tip of his nose: "Huh?"

Boss Jian Zhong lowered his eyes and searched for something from his sleeve.

Beiyu grabbed the seat cushion with his fingers, thinking that according to the military process that was reported a month ago, coupled with his obstruction, the heavy boss would arrive at least a few days later, but now he came here non-stop, why?

The real dragon cushion under the buttocks is getting hotter and hotter, as if he shouldn't be sitting in this position!

Finally saw what Boss Zhong took out, it was a picture scroll.

The picture scroll, the emperor, and the rebellious minister, a few key words became a fuse, and Beiyu's mind exploded, and he exclaimed:

"Jing Ke stabbed Qin!"

Also at this time, there was a sharp and breaking wind from below, and the three palace servants pulled out their soft swords from their skirts and said sharply: "The Northern Emperor must die!"

"Ah!" Seeing that their companions had suddenly turned into assassins, the other palace people screamed and fled, "Hurry up and protect Your Majesty!" When the female officer shouted, the three of them raised their swords and attacked.

The guards outside the door hurried in. At this speed, Bei Yu would be stabbed to death by this little three traitors before they even touched their clothes.

system!The protagonist is going to kill me!

Bei Yu shouted inwardly, but there was no answer.

The palace maid with cinnabar between her eyebrows was the fastest and had already approached the table. She sent her sharp sword forward. Bei Yu saw the cold light on the tip of the sword, and her whole body stiffened. Pushed away by a strong internal force, Beiyu limp on the corner of the table like a collapsed building block.

"Your Majesty, go!" The female officer said at the right time. Bei Yu didn't have time to verify who the person who rescued him was. His strong sense of survival made him tremble. He propped up the table, passed through the messy guards, and ran out quickly.

"Don't move around, stay here!" Chong Yan stopped nervously, but the man ran as fast as a deer.

I don't know if it will be more dangerous outside, Chong Yan was anxious and broke off the arm in his hand, all three assassins were dealt with, and he also rushed out anxiously.

I haven't forced to love the prime minister yet, I can't die!

"System!" Bei Yu ran away in dismay, and a familiar court lady approached him, "Xiao Fang!"

"Your Majesty!" Seeing Bei Yu like this, the palace maid hurried over, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Bei Yu grabbed her arm and said, "There is an assassin in the palace who pretends to be a court lady and uses a different sword to assassinate me. Quickly help me find..."

Just as he was talking, he heard the palace maid interrupt: "Your Majesty, is this the kind of sword you are talking about?"

The thin sword as soft as a snake swayed in front of Beiyu, and the sword body reflected the paler and paler cheeks of the young emperor.

"……Help!"

Beiyu turned around and ran, when the sound of breaking wind came from behind him, Beiyu raised his hand reflexively to block it, and his forearm was cut.

"Ah!" The pain made his right hand hang down weakly, a few stabs forced him to the pillar, there was no way to retreat, the assassin raised his head with a hideous face, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his heart.

"Don't blame me, blame you if you didn't have the life to be an emperor!" Bei Yu sent the sword fiercely, and Bei Yu turned his cheek in fear.

But he felt that soft and powerful force protecting him again, and the sword fell on someone else's flesh.

Bei Yu looked up in surprise, and saw that the stern man's right hand was still bleeding, and he had already grabbed Xiao Fang's hand and let her put the sword into her heart.

Bei Yu's little face that had just cleared up became slumped again: "Prince Regent?"

The regent looked solemn, glanced at his forearm, then tore off his sleeve, wrapping up his wound.

Seeing his actions, Bei Yu trembled in his heart. Could it be that Boss Chong and those assassins were not on the same team, and Boss Chong didn't want to kill him yet?

"Does it hurt?" Boss Zhong asked him.

"It hurts..." Bei Yu mumbled back, he was too nervous just now and couldn't keep up with it, now it hurts so much.

Thinking of it this way, a sharp pain suddenly spread all over his body.

"Wait, it hurts." His small face was as white as sandpaper, and his shoulders tensed up.

Heavy tiredness eased his strength, but as soon as the cloth covered Beiyu, he couldn't help but yelled, "Don't touch it, it hurts!"

"What's wrong?" Chong Yan began to feel that something was wrong.

Bei Yushi clenched his right wrist, his forehead began to sweat, "I don't know, my arm hurts...it hurts!" His brain was numb from the pain, and when the pain exceeded the limit, he couldn't help crying, "Ah. "

"Why does it hurt so much?" Seeing that he was so impatient, he couldn't help but stepped forward, so he accidentally kicked the dead body's elbow, and the soft sword made a slight sound. When he heard the sound, he suddenly felt bad. Premonition, looking back.

On the soft sword as thin as light wings, there was a layer of faint poisonous juice glowing.

Chong Yan immediately pulled off the wrapped bandage, this action made Bei Yu almost cry, then he knew that he might be poisoned, so he held back and didn't make a sound, the heavy boss tore off the bandage, and a strange smell couldn't be concealed , exuded intensely.

"What is this?" Beiyu asked.

"Bone Grass." Heavy disgust frowned.

"Bone Grass!" Bei Yu was about to cry.

For a while, Bei Yu was picked up by Chong Yan, and rushed to the palace. At this time, the bone grass occupied Bei Yu's mind, and he didn't feel whether this posture was ambiguous.

He murmured words, carrying his knowledge of pharmacology: "WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOs,, love-eat-meat-and-drink-blood-eat-meat-meat-will-gnaw-on-human-skin-meat-meat-like-compatible-plant-can-produce-complicated-toxicological-effects" ..."

Behind his back, he suddenly thought of something, and said to Chong Yan: "Put me down!"

Chong Yan said, "You don't have the strength to walk."

Bei Yu said, "No, no, please let me down."

Chong Yan hugged his legs and shoulders tightly, pretending to scold him: "Don't make trouble."

Bei Yu said, "If you don't let me down, I'm going to fall later!"

Chong Yan said: "Pseudomonas only reacts with acidic plants, and today's food does not have this taste."

Beiyu asked: "Then have you been drinking?"

Chongan: "Drink it."

After he finished speaking, he paused, his face slowly changed, and suddenly Bei Yu swayed on his body, which made him conditioned to hug Chong Yan tightly in reflex.

Chongyan immediately softened and lost all his strength, but he still remembered that he hugged Beiyu and slammed his back against the wall with all his strength. Beiyu didn't fall, but slowly slid down against the wall with him.

Bei Yu slid off Chong Yan's body, Boss Chong couldn't speak anymore, only a pair of long-lasting ice-like eyes were left looking at him.

Bei Yu propped his hands on the ground, choked up as if he was worried about his own fate, and said, "I'm sorry, but today's fruit wine is actually made by me. .”

Chongyan sighed inwardly.

I was confused by him again, really his style.

The author has something to say: Beiyu: 555 Heavy Boss, don't kill me! !

Chongan: His expression is so pitiful, I think...