The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

As the high priest of the Qing Dynasty, Wei Shengyin has always maintained an attitude of avoiding the world. He practiced in the Shen Xin Pavilion all year round. It is said that since he came to the palace, he has never stepped out of the Shen Xin Pavilion.

When Qiu Zhiruo came to Shenxin Pavilion, Wei Shengyin sat in the corner like he did every time he came to Shenxin Pavilion to discuss matters, flipping through ancient books with a blank face, his eyes were silent and unwavering, like lifeless broken ice.

"High Priest, do you know that your younger brother is in the palace recently?" Wei Shengyin didn't say anything, but Qiu Zhiruo was sure he must know.Qiu Zhiruo said unhurriedly, "I don't know if the high priest knows that the Ninth Prince asked the emperor for a marriage, and is willing to stay in the Qing Dynasty as the princess of the East Palace?"

Ripples suddenly appeared in the silver eyes that had not moved for a long time, Wei Shengyin turned his head mechanically, opened his lips silently, and said nothing, but the curled knuckles revealed his mood.

"Your Highness... Where?"

Has His Highness agreed?

Wei Shengyin, who hadn't spoken for a long time, found it extremely difficult to speak, his voice was not unpleasant, but his enunciation was a bit difficult due to stumbling.

Chou Zhiruo just said: "Your Highness doesn't hate him."

If you don't hate it, you like it. Even if you don't agree now, you will still agree in the future, but it depends on the length of time.

Wei Shengyin suddenly looked into the distance in a trance, his temperament was like an orchid in an empty valley, and he had a natural sense of alienation.

Should have thought of it earlier, shouldn't it?

The prince was only interested in him for a while, saying that he was taking a numerology class, but the prince only listened to a few classes and never came again.There was no fate between them, it was the fruit of his force.

"It's unfair, isn't it?"

"Obviously it was born of one mother, one is the lucky star of the kingdom, and the other is the child of disaster for the country. You are obviously the nine princes, but you were snatched away by your younger brother."

Qiu Zhiruo looked pitifully, "High Priest, since you have feelings for Your Highness, why bother to suppress it. Your Highness is a person who values ​​affection and righteousness. If he knows that you have deep affection for him, he will definitely not let you down, and he will give you the best of both worlds." You have a title."

lie.

For a prince of a country, it is enough to keep a few male pets, but what is it like to keep the high priest in the harem?

If the prince really dares to do this, then he will definitely be punished by all people, and the position of prince will be taken away sooner or later.

Wei Shengyin didn't speak, but his eyes fixed on the strong handwriting in front of him - not to enter the world of mortals.

He was born a disaster, his father hated him, and his mother raised him secretly. He was kept like a dog in a small dark room, not allowed to go out, not allowed to see anyone.

There is guilt in him.

This is the most common comment Wei Shengyin hears. When people mention him, they always look disgusted and disdainful, as if his name is a disgusting and dirty bedbug, and mentioning him will pollute themselves.

And when he is mentioned, people always mention his younger brother.Different from him, Wei Shengmo is a born lucky star, Wei Shengmo possesses everything that is admired in the Western Regions, black skin, black eyes, black hair, everything is a symbol of nobility.

Wei Shengmo was born to be a prince, and he was only worthy of dying, a life worse than a dog.

It wasn't until the master took him away that his life improved.Having not seen the sun for a long time, his eyes were stabbed bloodshot, but he held back the pain and looked greedily at the vast and bright sky.

It turns out that the world is like this.

The master had warned him that life is born with a destiny, and everything is predestined.If he wants to take the road of practice well, he needs to keep in mind four words - not to enter the world of mortals.

He also did this very well, cut off contact with anyone around him, and stayed in Shen Xin Pavilion for more than ten years.

Not communicating with others, not making eye contact with others, gradually losing speech ability, unable to communicate normally with others.

Not into the world of mortals.

He thought bitterly, in the world of mortals, how can he not enter, he is already in the world of mortals.

The palace held a large banquet to welcome the guests from afar, talking and laughing before the banquet, singing and dancing, and the music was melodious.

"Your Highness, this is our special wine from the Western Regions, would you like to have a sip?"

Wei Shengmo specifically asked the emperor for a favor, hoping to sit next to the prince. This was the first time the emperor encountered such a situation, and he readily agreed.

"Don't drink alone."

Yu Qing turned his head away, because his lips and chin formed a small dimple, which also made the lines of his profile have a hint of fierce delicacy.

Wei Shengmo couldn't help being a little dazed, the prince was born too superior, to be so eye-catching even when he loses his temper.He poured another cup of tea and handed it over flatteringly: "What about the tea? This tea..."

"Are you annoying?" Yu Qing didn't give him a good look, and looked up coldly. The dark-skinned man immediately lowered his head, showing a pitiful and listless look.

"Your Highness, I just want to please you."

"Don't do these meaningless things. I have no appetite and don't want to talk."

Recently, Yu Qing started to lose his appetite again.

The bloated and overflowing situation has improved, but... But he is particularly prone to itching, and this kind of itching does not stay on the surface, and it cannot be overcome simply by scratching.

Several times he wanted to reach in and scratch, his fingertips were about to touch the itchy skin, his face flushed quickly, and he retracted his fingers tremblingly.

Although he doesn't care about this kind of thing and has done it, it doesn't mean that he can do it alone. The face-saving little prince thinks it's strange and shameful at the same time.

He was already extremely irritable, and Wei Shengmo was still chattering away. After he suppressed the discomfort, he finally calmed down.

Under the desk, his legs kept coming together, his knees pressed hard, and he moved slightly.It was hot at noon, and soon his snow-white face was flushed, and some water color appeared in his eyes.

No, it can't go on like this.

He hurriedly got up and left the table, planning to find an empty corner, and then called out Canghe to help.He walked in a hurry, he didn't notice that just as he was leaving, the prince of the Western Regions wearing a golden necklace followed.

This road is the imperial palace path, secluded and remote, and few people usually set foot on it.

Yu Qing was worried, and poked his head out to take a look again, found an absolutely hidden location, and hurriedly called Canghe.

He yelled and tugged on his neckline, it's too hot!

Maybe it was because of the hot weather, the itchy parts of his body became more and more restless, and all the sensory experiences were concentrated in one place. The itching like ten thousand ants gnawing on him made his legs go limp, and his hands were powerless to support the rockery.

The rough rockery surface rubbed against the palm, causing a slight pain, and the slight pain was accompanied by a trace of inexplicable pleasure. The little prince could no longer bear the pain and sobbed softly, and continued to call the secret guard in a crying voice.

Nobody cares.

He pursed his lips, and slowly raised his exquisite and gorgeous little face, which clearly meant that he was wronged.

With no one to help him, he could only support himself. After peeling off, one small hand was weakly pressed on the rockery surface, and a beautiful and soft arc was formed on the back of his waist.

The other little hand was trembling, and his legs were shaking as if he couldn't stand still. The more dull and clumsy he was, the more he lost the point.

The palm slid down the rockery surface several times, and he couldn't help but yelled softly a few times in pain, and after he finished yelling, his small face was sluggish, as if he had been bullied.

The back was clinging to the snow-white underclothes, and the beautiful flesh color was faintly revealed after being exposed to the sun. The little prince in front stood on tiptoe, his heels trembling.

He shook his head slightly, and the hair bound by the jade hairpin instantly spread like water, and his face and body were covered with a faint golden light, causing the pupils of the viewers to tremble violently.

Wei Shengmo just wanted to see what the prince was going to do, and he didn't expect to see such a scene by accident.

The prince looked very uncomfortable, a ball of milk-like whiteness overflowed from the gap between his fingers, and was soon reddened by the sun, as if he had been slapped hard.

The fingers are thin and white, but due to the excessive white color, the side is more red, and the red and white intertwined picture makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Wei Shengmo's throat moved slightly, and when he was hesitating whether to show up, the little prince suddenly screamed.

He could hardly see the little prince's fingers, only a small part of the fingertips could be seen, and the little prince still remained the same, but his expression was painful, as if he was suffering some kind of torture.

It's a pity that the little prince was born too delicate, his fingers were thin and white, and the small face in front of him felt a little wronged because he couldn't achieve his goal, so he could only add more pitifully.

The summer meadow exudes a faint fragrance of green grass, mixed with frankincense and inexplicable sweet and greasy smell. Microbial, which grew up in the desert

Mo was suddenly afraid of the heat, and his whole body was scalding, as if he had been scorched by a raging fire.

Are all Chinese people like this?

How come everything is so beautiful.

The color is light, the skin is fair, but it is extremely tender, and even a little rubbing will reveal powder marks.

When Wei Shengmo rolled in his throat for unknown times, a large cold white palm wrapped around the swinging little hand, and slowly sucked the back of the hand into the palm.

The little prince's fingers touched the man's bones with clear bones, which were obviously slender and stronger, and his expression froze.

The voice is ethereal and flat, but the breathing is hot.

"Let me help you."