The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

In this vaguely awkward silence, Shen Heyun slowly and weakly leaned back on the haystack.

"He's better than I remember, I fell into it without realizing it, I'm cheap," Shen Heyun's eyes showed slumped, "So, are you satisfied?"

No, that's just because you fell in love with the second person.

Jiang Mian endured it, but didn't say this out of his mouth.

But this time the matter is very obvious. Now Shen Heyun really wants to rob his wife, and he is also being sentimental, thinking that everything can develop as in the previous life.

His rebirth was almost a rebirth of loneliness.

Why don't you know how to use some predictability... Jiang Mian thought for a while, and suddenly understood what was wrong.

Shen Heyun has really changed. He is still a love brain, but he is more paranoid and even wants to rebel.

Then contact the confession written by Taoist He Fang. In the original text, General Shen must have experienced a lot of lobbying for the great cause of slaying the dragon, and for some reason he chose to give up, and Shen Heyun may know about it.

So this time he left Beijing early, besides waiting for Yan Qingyun to "recognize his mistake" as he remembered, he might also want to find Taoist He Fang.

With Shen Heyun's current distorted mentality, in order to get Yan Qingyun, maybe he will really do things that ordinary people can't understand.

Jiang Mian looked at him condescendingly: "So for a man, you don't hesitate to let the Hulu enter the customs again, you don't hesitate to let Xia Guo's blood flow into rivers, and you don't hesitate to commit the capital crime that almost implicates the nine clans."

These words are actually just Jiang Mian's speculation.

"...I have no other way," but Shen Heyun didn't deny it. His face was stiff, his fingers were tightly clutching hay, and he suddenly raised his head after a while, "What about you? How much better are you than me? Qingyun clearly I don't care about you, heh, I'm afraid you used some sorcery, maybe..."

Jiang Mian didn't care about such meaningless accusations. He lowered his eyes and said unhurriedly, "Which Taoist are you talking about? He's already dead, and that beloved dragon-slaying technique has long been turned into ashes in the fire."

Hearing this, Shen Heyun's eyes widened suddenly: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, the Taoist priest has a supernatural body, and he is absolutely extraordinary, how could you have the ability..."

"I heard from my husband that his death was quite tragic, and it's hard to rest in peace." Jiang Mian slowly raised the corners of her lips, breaking his last hope, "Happy New Year."

It was crazy enough for Shen Heyun to poison Yan Qingyun in order to get him.If it ends here, Jiang Mian can still think of him as an overly pure love brain.

But he has reached such a point that even if the circumstances were justifiable, he has now become a heinous crime.

Adding crime to crime is not only conspiracy, he even wants to use the power of Hulu to achieve his wish, even if this choice will have endless troubles.

If Shen Heyun really succeeds, then he will definitely be regarded as cast aside by all people and beyond words.

The scourge of the Hulu has been carried through the dynasties, and there are countless crimes of wanton burning, killing, looting, and massacre of frontier people.

Fortunately, Xia Kingdom is prosperous and prosperous, with strong soldiers and strong horses, and is not afraid of resisting foreign enemies. Even if they are ambitious, they still have to choose to submit.

Even the three-year-old on the street knew that Hu Lu's ambition had never faded, but Shen Heyun was able to ignore it in order to have a twisted relationship.

He went from being barely a poor reborn person to a downright hateful person.

And Jiang Mian's mission is almost over.

He successfully unlocked the clue of rebirth, and the system gave him 5000 extra points, which is really bloody money.

Ignoring Shen Heyun's desperate questioning, Jiang Mian smiled and shook the bell given to him by the jailer.

Not long after, the solid iron gate of the sky prison was pulled open again.

Hearing Shen Heyun shouting something hissingly, Yan Qingyun frowned, just wanted to bring Jiang Mian out of this filthy place as soon as possible.

He didn't understand Shen Heyun, and he didn't want to.

This brother is very thoughtful, he didn't like it at all, not to mention that Shen Heyun had misunderstood his Mianmian for a long time...

The disgust was so obvious that Shen Heyun could not help but tremble all over.

He didn't even want to say a word to himself.

Shen Heyun walked to the edge of the cell on his knees, and stretched out his hand beyond the iron fence regardless, trying to touch the priceless apricot yellow hem, but he could only watch it gradually move away.

"Qingyun, Qingyun, listen to my explanation! This person, the Crown Princess, has bad intentions! He is...he is a reborn person, and he must have used some kind of black magic to seduce you early on...you listen to my explanation!" Shen Heyun even started talking nonsense.

Jiang Mian bent her eyes, let Shen Heyun continue talking, handed Yan Qingyun her hand, and he held it firmly without hesitation.

"Noisy." Yan Qingyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he led Jiang Mian away from the prison without looking back.

The sun shone, dispelling the coldness in the prison.

And the jailer who followed Yan Qingyun was scared out of his wits long ago.

He stood there with his head down, and waited until the noble carriage drove away, then slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and returned to the prison with a dark face and aggression, and directly blocked Shen Heyun's mouth.

"What a lunatic, do you want to make me lose my head together! Ah?!"

And on the carriage back to the East Palace, Yan Qingyun took out a brand new heater that was prepared in advance, and took away the one that Jiang Mian was carrying.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Mian blinked.

"Too dirty," Yan Qingyun said softly, "Mianmian, hand over to Gu."

"Oh."

Jiang Mian stretched out her hand obediently, and let Yan Qingyun hold her, and he wiped it off bit by bit with a warm wet kerchief.

Whatever Yan Qingyun asked him to do, he would do.Jiang Mian just sat there quietly, looking at Yan Qingyun with bright eyes.

Such a reaction was actually beyond Yan Qingyun's expectations.

He pondered for a moment, stroked Jiang Mian's soft fingertips, and called out, "Mianmian..."

"Ok?"

"Aren't you mad at being lonely?"

"No." Jiang Mian said softly with an innocent face.

It seems that Yan Qingyun had to coax him for a long time before... There are other people.

Jiang Mian is really in a good mood today.

Because of Shen Heyun's already almost crazy performance, it brought out the charm and excellence of his wife even more.

His vision for finding a wife is so good that no one else can compare.

Seeing that Yan Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Mian couldn't help but curled up her lips, and rubbed against his shoulder: "In comparison, husband, don't you want to ask me what happened to my rebirth?"

Yan Qingyun replied without hesitation: "Fake."

"I hate it, you really seem to be fascinated by a witchcraft." Jiang Mian's eyes were bent, and he asked deliberately, "But my husband, what if? If there is a past life, you really married Shen Heyun... ..."

"There's no chance, Gu has never thought about others," Yan Qingyun calmly interrupted, lowering his head and kissing Jiang Mian's eyes, "What's more, since there is only one life memory, Gu will only admit the experience of this life. Others have nothing to do with Gu."

If this passage is placed in the kind of wife chasing crematorium where the real protagonist is reborn, it can even be regarded as a scumbag quotation.

My wife is too good.

And Jiang Mian was kissed obediently with her head up, and continued to ask: "Not enough, give me another kiss."

When Taoist He Fang was dealt with, because he really possessed strange powers, even the emperor said that this matter should not be announced.

But Shen Heyun was different. He was imprisoned in prison to wait for his trial in the next year. Although he was no different from a death row prisoner on the surface, he also attracted the attention of more people in the court.

According to the customs and conventions, the beginning of spring cannot be punished, and the execution will not be executed until after autumn at the earliest.Now even if the emperor is so angry that he wants to kill someone, his courtiers will try their best to dissuade him.

On the contrary, Yan Qingyun said to Jiang Mian calmly, "If you want, Gu also has a way to make him die in prison immediately."

He no longer tried every means to hide his hostility.

Jiang Mian paused, then turned her head and stared at him lightly: "Say something scary, lawless. Alright, come and help me paste the couplet."

As long as Shen Heyun's verdict is finalized, Jiang Mian's mission will be officially completed, so why bother.

He just wanted to enjoy Xia Guo's new year, rolled up his sleeves, and pasted up couplets and blessings himself, but the little maid couldn't help, so she was sent to make dumplings.

But Jiang Mian suddenly found that he couldn't reach the eaves of the door.

Yan Qingyun lowered his eyes and smiled, and easily supported Jiang Mian's leg with one hand, letting him sit on his shoulder.

"Wow--!"

"Is it enough?"

"Just right!"

Jiang Mian carefully pasted the couplet firmly, smoothed the corners of the red paper, and looked back into the distance.

White snow fell on the palace wall, plum blossoms were in full bloom, and red lanterns were hung high, giving a wide view.

"Unexpectedly, I can also sit on the head of a dragon. It's so enjoyable." Jiang Mian fell back into his arms happily, and whispered in the same lawless way.

"Why is the lonely princess still as light as nothing?" Yan Qingyun weighed the weight of the person in his arms, sighed in a low voice, and asked, "Do you want to sit again?"

"What if someone sees you?"

"Just look at it." Yan Qingyun looked calm.

"Okay."

And the little maid who brought the dumplings with great interest retreated silently upon seeing this.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is here.

On New Year's Eve, the East Palace is brightly lit, and it looks very lively at first glance.

The red lanterns that had already been hung up were all lit, fruit plates symbolizing auspiciousness were placed on the table, and all the palaces were pasted with festive window grilles, some of which were quite crooked, which Jiang Mian learned to cut.

Earlier, Jiang Mian had also received a letter of blessing written by the emperor himself, and on the cinnabar paper was the unique golden dragon dark pattern of the imperial gift.In addition, the queen also sealed him a red envelope, which was full of gold leaves.

Of course, the reunion dinner on New Year's Eve in the palace has nothing to do with the prince. The emperor and the concubines in the harem eat together, which makes Jiang Mian feel clean and doesn't need to dress up today.

A few rounds of firecrackers went off, and when the night sky was illuminated by fireworks and moonlight, Jiang Mian came to the courtyard in the spirit of drunkenness, and asked the palace staff to bring out the brazier as well.

It is rare to stay up all night to watch the old age, so he naturally wants to play something new.

The sweet potatoes have been thrown into the charcoal fire early, and now there is a faint aroma.

Jiang Mian wore a red coat, brushed the sauce on the cleaned whole chicken with his own hands, wrapped layers of lard and lotus leaves, and asked the palace servants to help wrap the yellow mud, put it into the bottom of the brazier and simmer slowly with.

Yan Qingyun couldn't understand why Jiang Mian would want to make food like "beggar's chicken", but he still allowed him to toss with great interest for a long time, and then helped him wipe his hands carefully.

Perhaps... this is the unique preference of foxes.Yan Qingyun thought to himself, and didn't intend to speak out to confirm it, so as not to ask for trouble.

What's more, Jiang Mian drank a lot of Tusu wine tonight, which was not low.

The side of his face felt slightly hot, and the tails of his eyes were flushed, which could almost compete with the bright red and festive auspicious clothes.

The fine snow was flying, but the charcoal fire was burning more and more vigorously.

It wasn't until he was full again that Jiang Mian became a little more peaceful.

Yan Qingyun arranged the white jade porcelain cups neatly, scalded them carefully with hot water, and made tea for him.

Compared with the initial appearance of being alienated from everything under the moonlight, his brows and eyes are already much gentler.

The mellow and strong tea fragrance rises slowly.

Jiang Mian couldn't tell the difference between good tea and bad tea, but as long as it was brewed by Yan Qingyun, the taste would not be bad.

So he drank several cups comfortably, chatted with Yan Qingyun without saying a word, and his whole body became warmer.

He wanted to take off the jacket, but Yan Qingyun raised his eyes and put it back obediently.

Almost forgot, Yan Qingyun hated him catching a cold the most.

After thinking silently for a moment, Jiang Mian turned to look at the gradually thickening snow.

He suddenly became interested, asked the little maid to light up with a lantern, and began to build a snowman with his own hands.

With the brazier burning vigorously at the side, Jiang Mian hardly felt the slightest chill.

But when the snowman's chubby belly first took shape, Jiang Mian was stopped by Yan Qingyun's frowning, and his hand, which was faintly red with cold, was put into his cuff and held firmly.

So warm.

"I still want to play." Jiang Mian seemed reluctant.

"No."

Jiang Mian fell into his arms and said coquettishly, "Husband..."

"obedient."

"Oh."

His wife is fierce, he likes it very much.

Although he thought so in his heart, Jiang Mian still intentionally appeared aggrieved.He looked at Yan Qingyun, his beautiful eyes, still full of alcohol, fogged up.

He was hugged and coaxed softly, but Yan Qingyun still didn't continue to build a snowman for him.

very bad.

Halfway through the hour, the sound of firecrackers from all over the palace resounded through the sky.

Jiang Mian waited until the system's precise clock reached zero before softly saying, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

They looked at each other for a moment, and exchanged a deep and long kiss in unison.

Jiang Mian gasped lightly, hooked Yan Qingyun's fingertips, bent her lips and asked, "Husband, what is your New Year's wish?"

"Hope everything goes well with Mianmian."

Yan Qingyun's answer was thoughtless.

The corners of Jiang Mian's lips widened, "No, change to another one."

"Okay," Yan Qingyun thought for a moment, then hesitated, "Can you become a little fox?"

Hearing this, Jiang Mian's face blushed slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "...you scoundrel, you are a disciple."

"It was you who wanted to change one wish alone." Yan Qingyun said with a faint smile.

He is used to Jiang Mian's angry accusations.

But Jiang Mian blushed and continued to play tricks: "No, I don't want it, just get another one."

If Jiang Mian had to tell the truth, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't change it.

He really won't change!

When Jiang Mian entered the small world, his physique would temporarily merge with that of the original owner, but he had never played a role like a monster before, and had no experience.The physical condition became so out of control that even he couldn't figure it out.

Because the tail popped out uncontrollably a few times before, now Jiang Mian can barely grasp some feeling to make the tail pop out.

Just changing the tail, Jiang Mian has tried several times, very tired.If his wife didn't like it, he wouldn't bother to bother.

And Yan Qingyun was silent for a while, then suddenly picked up Jiang Mian and strode back to the bedroom.

"... Husband?"

Jiang Mian sat on the bed in a daze, and Yan Qingyun unbuttoned his robes one by one, vaguely feeling that this formation was slightly familiar.

He saw Yan Qingyun knelt down on one knee like before, pressing his leg warmly and forcefully with his palm.

Jiang Mian knew what was going on, he took a breath: "Yan Qingyun, you..."

"Don't refuse, this is Gu's wish." Yan Qingyun looked at him with deep eyes and said in a low voice.

But except when Yan Qingyun forced each other to test the bottom line at the beginning... After that, Jiang Mian never asked him to do this kind of thing again.

Not only because Jiang Mian felt a little too exciting, but also because he believed that happiness should be two-way.

Yan Qingyun choked on the last time.There is really no need for this.

So every time Yan Qingyun proposed it before, Jiang Mian quickly refused with a puffy face.

But, I just wanted to make a good New Year's wish, why did Yan Qingyun swear not to give up!

It is true that he is a disciple.

Jiang Mian bit her lip lightly, clenched the quilt tightly.

The corners of his eyes became more and more red, his mind went blank, and he simply softened his strength and let Yan Qingyun do what he did.

How can anyone do such a thing on New Year's Eve...

The lively firecrackers and fireworks were in full swing outside, but Yan Qingyun only thought about eating something that shouldn't be eaten.

Then she hugged him and rubbed his tail boldly.

A tingling itch surged up his spine.

Jiang Mian was almost out of breath, turned over uncontrollably and held him firmly.

The only sound left in my ears was the ripping of robes.

Someone is asking for trouble.