The entanglement between the cannon fodder and the scheming male protagonist[Transmigration Book]

Yu Yunge laughed softly.

Jing Yuwei clenched his hands tightly into his sleeves, so he should be locked up in Tingzhu Garden, as releasing him would only arouse murderous intent.

"Hasn't Your Highness ever liked anyone?"

Jing Yuwei turned his head to pretend he didn't hear, thinking that this person can't stay long, until the hungry wolves around him are almost killed...

"When you like someone, you can't help but want to get close to him, be close to him, and want more."

"When I see him during the day, I want to engrave his every move in my heart. At night, I lie on the bed alone and savor it carefully. Every time I think about it, my heart is like a deer."

"Sometimes when I see him blushing, I want to see more beautiful scenery that others can't see. Your Highness, Zhuyuan's bed is so hard..."

Yu Yunge's tone was contemptuous, and he looked at Jing Yuwei while talking, very calm and unaffected, like an old monk meditating in a meditation room.

The old monk only thought that he was acting like a slut, and he had no one to tell the truth, and he planned how to use this inconspicuous fairy to catch Jing Zhao.

Seeing that the old monk ignored his words, the goblin became more serious: "I want to know if His Highness's body is as hard as listening to Zhuyuan's bed."

With his hands on the cushion, he swayed and wanted to hook the old monk's knee, but he didn't want to have an extra lancet on the way.

After suffering from this knife, the scar on his neck still hurts.

The goblin curled her lips and sat back honestly. Seeing the old monk retract the knife, she complained in a soft voice: "Your Highness won't even let me touch it. Could it be that the rumors outside are true?"

Jing Yuwei didn't even give him a reaction, which made it boring for him to sing a one-man show. Fortunately, the East Palace was not far from the royal court, and arrived before Jing Yuwei's third murderous intention.

The Wang Ting was built on the mountainside, one step at a time, Yu Yunge looked up, and there were at least a thousand steps to the main hall of the Wang Ting.

This is a small problem for Jing Yuwei who is now in a wheelchair, but when he saw Bu Huan waiting beside him, Yu Yunge knew that he was worrying too much.

Jing Jiangling's loving father is well-known, how could he fail in such a trivial matter?

Zhe Liu helped Jing Yuwei up, and reminded in a low voice, Jing Yuwei frowned slightly, impatiently, this might be the first time he came to the royal court after he was blind and disabled, and his movements were very slow.

Yu Yunge noticed that Youdao's eyes were probing from afar, and it was really annoying to act in his heart, so he leaned over to support Jing Yuwei honestly.

Jing Yuwei raised his arm lightly, trying to break free, but when his ears warmed up, he heard him whispering, "There is someone."

With two short words, Jing Yuwei was stopped, and he stepped forward obediently.

Zhe Liu glanced at him lightly, didn't say anything, helped him to sit inside, and didn't let him out.

Walking is very steady, Yuyun Pavilion is so quiet, entering the royal court is just moving from one mud pit to another.

The person who can call the shots in this mud pit has more power, and if he is not careful, his life can be killed. The so-called misfortune comes from the mouth, which is not bad.

Before finding out what he wanted to know, Yu Yunge held a wait-and-see attitude.

As soon as he calmed down, Jing Yuwei, who was listening to the rambunctious chatter in the carriage, was surprised, just like you have a cat that can't stop, jumping up and down all day to make trouble for you, suddenly it shrank obediently at your feet, You will also wonder if there is something wrong with it.

This idea only existed in his mind for a moment, and Jing Yuwei quickly put it behind him, holding his head and thinking about what Jing Jiangling would say later.

The king of Nanchuan, Jing Jiangling, is still handsome and extraordinary in his fifties. He wears a bright yellow wolf robe and has a domineering posture. , with love in his eyes, he got off the throne and strode towards the door.

"How does my son feel today?" Jing Jiangling first cared about Jing Yuwei, then looked at Yu Yunge, seeing the wound on his neck, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Is Yunge still used to living in the East Palace? I haven't seen your father for a long time, I don't know How is he lately?"

Jing Yuwei said in a cold voice, "It's okay."

After he stopped speaking, Yu Yunge replied naturally: "I'm used to it, I will worry about it, my father, everything is as usual."

Without answering the question about what happened recently, Jing Jiangling didn't show any clues, took the wheelchair from Zheliu and pushed Jing Yuwei into the hall.

"The imperial doctor told me that the cold air is entering the body, and you need to take care of yourself. Earlier, I was worried that you would not be able to take care of yourself, so I wanted to send you two personal servants, but you don't want it. Now that Yunge has also moved into the East Palace, it is time for him to accompany you." There is a caring person to take care of you, more or less at ease, if you wake up from a nightmare at night, you will feel at ease with him."

Yu Yunge thought to himself, if he really slept next to Jing Yuwei, he would not know whose nightmare it was, so how could he feel at ease.

"My son's old illness has not healed, and he is plagued by new illnesses. I don't want to disturb the person next to my pillow to sleep well."

Jing Yuwei pushed back the matter of sharing the same bed under the banner of illness.

I don't know where Jing Jiangling made a mistake, but he started to dig up old accounts: "My son's book a few days ago was not written like this. If it wasn't for fear that you would continue to sleep alone and wake up at night lonely, I wouldn't I'll let you get married hastily."

Yu Yunge looked at Jing Yuwei in surprise, originally thought that he could get married quickly, but it was his insistence that made Jing Jiangling helpless, but Jing Yuwei also urged him.

He couldn't see Jing Yuwei's expression, because the man turned away like a prophet when he heard this.

He is stingy and doesn't even show his face.

Jing Jiangling's words were full of complaints about Jing Yuwei's insistence on getting married, and he said: "Yunge came from Canglai Mountain, put aside the world's prejudices and marry you, just forget about the hasty marriage, you have to remember to treat him in your heart." Alright, don’t trust what other people say, let alone start using it.”

This refers to Yu Yunge's injury, Jing Yuwei didn't say anything, and Yu Yunge didn't explain.

While talking, they had already reached the center of the hall, and the servants moved quickly, setting up a long table with a navy blue tablecloth embroidered with wolf totems, and the dishes and chopsticks were all high-quality blue and white porcelain with carved dragons and painted phoenixes.

Yu Yunge recognized at a glance that this thing came from Lingzhou of Yan State, and his mind became active.

"Sit down first, wait for everyone to arrive before serving dishes."

Jing Jiangling first arranged Jing Yuwei at the first place on the left hand side, which is where the crown prince should sit, and then smiled at Yu Yunge: "Yunge sit on my right, I have something to say to you."

Yu Yunge doesn't have much opinion on where to sit, and he hasn't figured out what medicine is sold in Jing Jiangling's old fox gourd, so it doesn't hurt to follow the trend.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around and was about to leave, Jing Yuwei said displeasedly: "I want to sit with... the Crown Princess."

Jing Jiangling was stunned for a moment, and said heartily: "Okay, okay, let Yunge sit next to you."

Yu Yunge knew that he couldn't see, so when he sat down, he took a special look at him affectionately, and stayed there, not saying a word.

"Listen to what my father said, go back and let Yunge live with you, you can't always let Zheliu serve you, Yunge is your bedside person." Jing Jiangling said.

The tone of impatience urging the two to sleep together is very similar to that of a diabolical mother-in-law who depends on whether she will be popular on the second day of marriage.

Yu Yunge couldn't help wondering, what secrets were hidden in the Guanyun Palace, if Jing Jiangling urged him to go like this, the key point was that he went, what did it have to do with Jing Jiangling?

Everywhere is weird.

Before Yu Yunge could figure it out, the servant brought in two more people.

One of the eyeballs stuck to Yu Yunge's face, and he couldn't tear it off. His voice was loud: "My son, Jing Zhao, has seen my father."

"My son, Jing Zhici, has met my father." Another sloppy male voice followed.

"Sit down. Today's family banquet is all for my own family, so there is no need to be formal." Jing Jiangling's attitude towards the two sons was much colder, and he leaned forward to continue lobbying Jing Yuwei regardless of where the two sat.

"Hey, why did my father call me into the palace for dinner in a hurry today? It turned out that I was accompanying my ninth brother and husband." Jing Zhao said in a strange tone.

Hearing the words, Jing Qianci looked up at Jing Yuwei, who was still blind. When he saw Yu Yunge, his gaze paused for a while, then he turned away as if nothing had happened, and fiddled with the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, like an outsider watching a show.

Jing Jiangling stopped talking at this time, and raised his hand at Eunuch Jiao.

Father-in-law Jiao immediately retreated sensibly.

"Won't Ninth Brother introduce you to the older brothers?" Jing Zhao said again, looking for trouble, "I see this guy looks very familiar, he seems to have known him before."

Yu Yunge glanced at Jing Zhao lightly from the corner of his eyes, with a half-smile, pretending not to know him at this time, acting for the blind?

Besides, the blind man next to him is not really blind, who is he fooling.

Jing Yuwei suddenly took his hand, and put it forward so that the two could see clearly, with a rare soft tone: "Princess Yu Yunge, she is a lonely beggar."

As soon as these words came out, Jing Zhao's face was colorful, and he couldn't understand it. Even Jing Zhici, who was playing with bowls and chopsticks, raised his head and stared at the hands of the two clasped fingers thoughtfully.

"The princess first arrived in Liangxi, and I still want to thank the elder brother for taking care of him so that he didn't feel bored. I have been looking for an opportunity to thank the elder brother for the past few days, but I am not in good health. , let’s say thank you.”

One sentence exposed Jing Zhao's lies to the bottom.

Yu Yunge held back his laughter, what kind of thing is this? I don't understand the relationship between Jing Jiangling and Jing Yuwei, but it's true that he has a bad relationship with Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao's face was like the bottom of a pot, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ninth Brother..."

"How many times have I told you that he is the prince, don't lose your manners." Jing Jiangling interjected leisurely.

Jing Zhao's face became even uglier, and he took a deep breath to suppress his inner dissatisfaction: "Prince, you are welcome. I have been so busy these days that I forgot to meet the princess. I was rude."

Jing Yuwei was indifferent.

At this time, Mr. Jiao passed on Bucai, and the matter stopped here.

After the meal, Jing Jiangling left his three sons to talk, and Yu Yunge went outside the hall first to wait for Jing Yuwei.

Before waiting for someone who wanted to wait, an annoying ghost came first.

"I've seen the princess." Jing Zhao bit the word "Princess" heavily, and stared at his exposed skin unceremoniously. His eyes were sticky and annoying.

Yu Yunge glanced at him lightly: "What's the matter with the eldest prince?"

When Jing Zhao saw that he was belittling him, his whole body was furious, and he blurted out obscene words: "Will that sick man of his make you happy? I've been taking medicine since I was a child, and I'm afraid it won't work anymore."

Yu Yunge curled his lips: "So?"

Jing Zhao stared at his smile, moved his throat, and stepped forward quickly.

The author has something to say:

Yu Yunge: I am so obscene (learned)

Jing Yuwei:?