I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

There was an overjoyed smile on Rong Huai's face: "Please hurry up."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves and boarded the sedan chair, looking down at Qin Liangqi who was still sitting in a wheelchair: "Go one step ahead, and you follow quickly."

Qin Liangqi responded with a stiff face.

After returning to Weiyang Palace, Rong Huai dismissed the palace staff and went out, the system asked: "Host, are you going to see that doctor? He is in the main hall, not in this direction."

"Go to the theater." Rong Huai said.

Qin Liangqi's residence is in Tingzhuxuan in the side courtyard separated from Weiyang Palace by a wall, and there is a small door in the middle connecting it. He can enter the side courtyard without disturbing the guards by opening the door.

Although it is a partial courtyard, every scene is built by skilled craftsmen with tolerance. Countermeasures.

The personal servant also knows that once the fake disability is exposed, the whole court, including himself, will be implicated, so he is anxious like ants on a hot pot: "Young master, the matter has come to an end, why don't you drag your majesty away, and I will find ways to bribe you." The doctor?"

"It's too late," Qin Liangqi hadn't thought of this method, but Rong Huai might have seen the doctor at this time, and if he went to rush there by then, wouldn't he be throwing himself into a trap?

"Then, what should I do?" The valet turned pale in panic, thinking of what the tyrant would do in a fit of anger, his calf became weak with fright.

Qin Liangqi sat for a while, finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "Get a stick."

The personal servant went to the office room to find a thick and sturdy wooden stick, and was at a loss: "My lord, what do you want a stick for?"

"The tyrant is not terminally ill now, so I must not expose it at this time," Qin Liangqi almost gritted his back molars to bleed: "This is the only way to do it. Look at the place and hit my leg. -"

The personal servant was stunned: "My lord, my lord..."

"Hurry up!" Qin Liangqi gritted his teeth: "If you wait any longer, it will be too late!"

The personal servant was also afraid of going on, fearing that the entire courtyard would fall to the ground, so he wiped the hot sweat from his brow, held a wooden stick and pointed it at Qin Liangqi's knee and hammered it down heavily.

"Ah——" Although Qin Liangqi was already mentally prepared, the spoiler swept through his nerve endings in an instant, and he closed his eyes and yelled in pain.

The system gasped: "Hiss, it hurts just looking at it."

"A family needs to be neat and tidy," Rong Huai smiled slowly when he heard Qin Liangqi's screams seemed to him to be a fairy music to purify his soul.

System: "...do you sit in a wheelchair neatly?"

The personal servant had never done this kind of thing before, let alone committing the crime below. Although the stick looked painful, it did not break the bones. Qin Liangqi was trembling with pain, with several blue veins stretched out on his forehead, pointing to the kneecap and said: "You hit me!" Be more accurate! Be heavier! Have you eaten yet!"

"You face here—" Qin Liangqi pointed to his knees: "Strength!"

The personal servant took a deep breath and swung the stick with all his strength, and swung it out heavily. The wooden sticks were all broken, Qin Liangqi seemed to have ascended to heaven, and a heart-piercing roar burst out from his throat: " Roar--"

"Crack," both of them heard the sound of bones breaking clearly from inside.

The personal servant swallowed in horror, his face turned pale, Qin Liangqi's cold sweat dripped down his chin, and his entire clothes were soaked in just a moment, his whole body was shaking like chaff in pain, if his eyes were not still open, he would have been paralyzed. In the wheelchair, the pain was so painful that he almost died on the spot.

"There's still one leg," Rong Huai chuckled, "I'm afraid he's thinking now, man, why do you have two legs?"

The system trembled in fright.

Rong Huai didn't listen any more, turned around and went back to Weiyang Palace, the eunuch came up to report and said: "The doctor who received the imperial list is waiting for His Majesty in the main hall."

"Give him a reward and send him back," Rong Huai said.

The eunuch was taken aback for a moment, but he was already used to being moody, so he immediately bowed and agreed.

After more than half an hour, Rong Huai waited in Weiyang Palace for Qin Liangqi, who was slumped in a wheelchair and pushed by his personal servant. Qin Liangqi obviously hadn't slowed down yet. He changed his clothes and his face was pale and weak, as if a breeze could blow him away. Push over directly.

"What's the matter?" Rong Huai pretended to be concerned, but in fact he didn't even straighten up, still lazily leaning on the soft couch.Because of the severe pain, Qin Liangqi's whole brain was almost paralyzed, and he didn't find any abnormality: "Go back to Your Majesty, I just accidentally fell down."

"How do these servants serve you?" Rong Huai raised his eyelids, "All of them were dragged out by Gu."

The valet knelt on the ground in horror and confessed.

Qin Liangqi only felt that every time he spoke a word, his muscles were throbbing. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, it's none of their business...I fell it myself."

He was really afraid that if Rong Huai continued to chat with him, he would faint from the pain, so he went straight to the topic: "Your Majesty, where is the doctor who revealed the imperial list..."

Rong Huai rubbed the center of his brows: "Oh, I just took the school exam and found that he is just a half-baked guy with ostentatious appearance. He has already been kicked out of the palace. Kui Gu placed such high expectations, but I didn't expect it to be in vain. Have a good time."

Qin Liangqi was stunned: "..."

Sometimes the mental collapse is only in an instant.

The personal servant also had the same expression as him. Qin Liangqi broke both of his legs just now, enduring the severe pain cruelly. Now that Rong Huai told him that the doctor is not coming, he was dumbfounded and dazed.

"I'll change the waiters in your yard to some more careful ones. Be careful when you go out in the future, don't fall again." Rong Huai said with a smile.

The people in Qin Liangqi's courtyard were finally subdued by him, and Rong Huai wanted to replace them, he should have refused, but now he was under a great shock, and he couldn't react for a moment.

After leaving Weiyang Palace, the personal servant saw that Qin Liangqi hadn't spoken for a long time, lowered his head, and looked at the wheelchair.

Qin Liangqi was so angry that he passed out.

The system sighed: "Host, you are really murderous, Qin Liangqi is not crazy, he is going crazy after being tormented by you like this."

Rong Huai casually flipped through the memorial: "This is where we are."

The system stopped talking and went to the backstage to secretly observe Qin Liangqi's movements.After returning to the courtyard, Qin Liangqi woke up leisurely. He really was about to go mad with rage, and smashed the things in the house to the ground, his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and his nostrils were breathing like a cow. .

He has been plotting secretly, boasting that he played with the foolish king in the applause, and has never fallen into such a big hole.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go get the imperial doctor!?" Qin Liangqi yelled.

The personal servant hurriedly brought the imperial doctor back, and he didn't calm down slightly until the imperial doctor told him that the leg bones were not completely broken, and that he could recover if he recuperated properly.

After returning to his senses, Qin Liangqi recalled today's events, and it was not completely fruitless, at least the tyrant and Yan Zhuo were in public with swords drawn and their faces torn apart.

Although Jiuli's injury was not what he wanted, it was very important to promote the confrontation between the two.

These two people will definitely not die in the future, he just needs to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Dayue seems calm and stable now, but with King Nie and Yan Zhuo sitting inside and outside, the tyrant blatantly turned against Yan Zhuo under the watchful eyes of everyone, and now the news must be spreading all over the city. Can the dragon chair under the tyrant's ass still be safe?

"Heh," Qin Liangqi twisted his face and let out a creepy sneer.

Seeing his expression, the servant couldn't help shivering.

—

into the night.

As night fell, Rong Huai was ready to go to bed after dinner in the bedroom. It was already early spring, and the earth dragon was still burning in the bedroom, making it feel warm and comfortable, with smoke curling up from the incense burner in the corner.

Rong Huai had just come out of the bath, his hair was slightly damp and hadn't been wiped dry yet, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his boots. The incense altar in the corner was burning with an elegant tranquilizing incense, and suddenly Hearing a commotion outside, the inner eunuch's hurried voice came to the eardrums: "General Yan, please remove the knife! You can only enter after the servants inform His Majesty."

"Get out!" Yan Zhuo didn't pay attention to the guards at all, and broke into the bedroom directly.

He was striding forward alone like the wind, and the guards at the back followed behind. After breaking into the palace, Ning Shenxiang hit his face, and what caught his eye was Rong Huai who was covered in a thin obscene garment, There is a loose belt around the waist, and the obscene clothes are loose and loose, with the front of the clothes open to reveal the jade white chest.

The guard knelt down tremblingly, with his forehead firmly pressed against the ground, not even breathing.

Rong Huai sent them out, raised his head, and raised the corner of his mouth: "The general picks the time every time?"

Yan Zhuo didn't deliberately choose the time when Ronghuai was about to rest, but after Yan Jiuli broke his leg, he developed a high fever. He asked the imperial doctor to take care of him, and only rushed to the palace overnight after finishing everything.

"It's not as bold as Your Majesty," Yan Zhuo walked over step by step, his tone was extremely cold, but his chest was burning with raging anger: "Is it because your Majesty sent everyone away, is it because I dare not do anything to you?"

Rong Huai kicked off his boots, stepped on the carpet, and stood up. The light-colored blood vessels on the back of his white and slender feet were like thin blue haze, and his toes were round and bright, shining like jade in the dim light.

Yan Zhuo glanced at it, then looked away, he pulled out the knife at his waist and pressed it against Rong Huai's neck, Rong Huai glanced at the blade that cut iron like mud, it was sharp and sharp, just a little force could cut off his vitality , he bent his lips: "Are you going to kill the king?"

"Since your majesty wants to get rid of the minister quickly, why not strike first?" Yan Zhuo's fiery breath sprayed behind his ears.

The anger surging in Yan Zhuo's chest was not purely because of Yan Jiuli, but more because the stupid king clearly wanted to get rid of him, but pretended to be dependent on him, which caused him to waver for several days, even I also have some unsightly dreams.

Ridiculous, insulting.

Yan Zhuo felt that he was completely teased.

"I didn't want to get rid of you quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo interrupted him rudely: "I don't believe it." Rong Huai repeatedly teased him, even if the debt was not mentioned, since Rong Huai had already murdered him, he should have taken Rong Huai one step ahead of time. kill.

Rong Huai still wanted to speak, but Yan Zhuo exerted a little force on the palms that held him, and the palms were so hot that they pressed against the side of his neck as if they could burn through the thin layer of skin.

"Um……"

He snorted softly, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and the loose obscene clothes on his shoulders fell to his waist.

The light and shadow of the lamp in the bedroom flickered, and the graceful candlelight was reflected on the body in front of him like a trembling lake, outlining a beautiful line. In such a quiet environment, Yan Zhuo could even hear his heart beating violently.

Turning his cheeks slightly, Rong Huai asked softly to break the quiet atmosphere: "Why don't you do it?"

Yan Zhuo was in a daze, before he could react, Rong Huai suddenly tilted his head and fell on Yan Zhuo's knife, and he retracted the blade hastily almost subconsciously.

In a hurry, the sharp blade even cut through his tiger's mouth, but Yan Zhuo didn't care about the wound on his hand, but lowered his head to check the side of Rong Huai's neck, and he let go of his tense heartstrings only when he couldn't find the wound.

And then I feel ridiculous.

Why should he care about the life and death of this tyrant?

Rong Huai fell on the bed, his drug addiction broke out again.

He vaguely saw Yan Zhuo standing on the bedside for a while, and then left abruptly.

Yan Zhuo broke open the door of the bedroom and walked out, his face was covered with a layer of frost, just like Luo Xiu, the king of hell, as dark as someone owed him 10,000+ taels of silver.

After all, Yan Jiuli was his adoptive son whom he had raised for ten years. He wanted to express his anger for Yan Jiuli, but when things came to an end, he couldn't do anything to that faint king.

Seeing that his face was so ugly, the maids and guards avoided him one after another, not daring to collide with him.

After overcoming the drug addiction, the sky was already dimly lit, and Rong Huai was drowsy in the bath, "Yan Zhuo has such a temper."

System: "...Host, after all, you have crippled his son, and if he didn't kill you, you are already true love first, okay?",