There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

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The garden was quiet again, but this time everyone was scared by the sudden appearance of the teenager and Ye Zhizhou who didn't know what was being smashed.

"I don't want to?" The boy slowly retracted his hand and lowered his head slightly. The black hair fell from his back over his shoulder and fell into his chest. He was immersed in the gold-colored black robe. "Dean, push me."

The ordinary middle-aged **** should be, and he should be slowly pushed to Ye Zhizhou.

Before the other party was slightly blocked by the flowers and trees, I still don't think that the danger is getting worse now when people come to the front. Ye Zhizhou instinctively tightened his back, and his hands did not consciously grip, causing the rattle to make a dull knock.

The black robes's gaze moved to his hand, the long eyelashes moved, and the hand on the lap was lifted again, but in the direction of his hand, the wide sleeves of the action slid down, revealing a pale and fine Thin wrist, "This little drum..." The long, thin fingers of the white man put on the back of his hand and pressed it slightly. "Give it to me?"

The place where the back of the hand was held down was cool, and the place that the other party looked at was also somewhat cool. He couldn't help but move, but he didn't completely pull it away. His eyes swept over the golden crowns of the teenager's hair and the complex golden dark lines on his belt. He pressed the creeps in his head and whispered, "Eight Emperors?"

"Is this not given?" The boy slowly retracted his hand and looked straight at him. Suddenly he stood up with his hands on the wheelchair armrest. The delicate face did not know when to bring a morbid blush. "You Why not come?"

Ye Zhizhou is simply going to be scared by this weird boy. It is obviously the spring blossoming weather. The scenery in the garden is also a good one. The air even carries a scent of warm air, but this person’s His eyes and tone were so hard that he felt that he was in the lake after the winter snow. The scenery was cold, the wind was cold, the air was cold, and even people were cold.

The teenager who stood up became more and more eye-catching. It was obviously thick and heavy to the black band of black robes. He wore him with a soft feeling that could not be grasped by lightness. One step, one step further, he slowly walked to Ye Zhizhou, and the black eyeball looked at him without moving, raised his hand, clasped his shoulder, and then slowly leaned over, leaning his head on his heart. Close your eyes. "Catch you, you are mine."

What the hell!

Some guessed the identity of the other party, Ye Zhizhou did not dare to move, only stood stiff, because the nervous spirit began to wander around the body, "That... you want this rattle? You withdraw a little, I send You." The other party is obviously a young boy who is half a head shorter than himself. The strange momentum of this week has made him unconsciously weak and shameful! Too shameful!

The force on the shoulders is slightly increased, and then slowly moved toward the neck.

...how to hold tighter! A faint medicinal fragrance came from the young man, and then floated into the nose along the warm air. He uncomfortably squinted his neck and looked at the middle-aged **** standing in the wheelchair. "Dean Gonggong, your master. ......"

Suddenly there was a slight tingling sensation in the back neck. After the brain swelled and the body was soft, the mental strength surrounding the body gradually stopped. "You..." He looked down in his arms and looked at him. The young boy, his body slowly softened, and then he was black, and he didn’t know anything.

The other teenagers in the garden watched Ye Zhizhou get fainted, and they were hugged by the black robe and sat in a large wheelchair. Then they were pushed by the **** who had been silent and followed the path full of flowers, stupid.

"Ah! Ah! An Chengle was taken away by the monster!" Liu Gongzi, who had ridiculed Ye Zhizhou before, suddenly screamed and broke the strange calm in the garden. Other teenagers have returned to God, looked at each other with horror, and their faces were full of sorrow and overwhelmed.

A gray-haired **** suddenly entered the garden with a large group of black robe guards and announced, "Today's banquet is over. Please leave with the guards. The reward of the emperor has been sent to the house, remember, no Don't say anything about it, otherwise..."

The teenagers who had no experience in life were frightened by his meaningful tone and the strange smile that suddenly appeared. They bowed their heads and screamed like a shackle in a nest.

The **** satisfactorily smiled, waved his hand at the guard behind him, and turned to chase in the direction of the juvenile leaving.

When Ye Zhizhou woke up, she found that she had arrived at home. Mrs. Zheng Guogong was sitting at his bed and crying silently. A tall man stood beside the bed a few steps away. The bed account obscured the line of sight and made him unable to see each other. Look.

"Yan Er, it’s not my heart. Now that the sacred decree is down, there is nothing to be done for the husband."

Lou Guoqi, the wife of Zhen Guogong, wiped her tears, and she was scared in the voice. "Is there really no other way? Leer is coming back to the palace and lying back in the day. If he lives in the palace..." ..."

"If it can't be done..." Zhenguo public security Wenhua looked at the wife who was crying and swollen. She sighed and sighed forward, grabbed her back and appeased and said, "I will ask for it tomorrow." The emperor can see if he can change his companionship. Cheng Jie is much better than Le Le in terms of literary talent. It should be..."

Ok? Change candidate? !

"No! Cough and cough..." The speech was too urgent, and the sad reminder was caught by the saliva. He sat up and down, and said in a hurry, "I am willing to be accompanied by the Eight Emperors, my father must not defy the imperial edict for me!" Do not change the protagonist, the seven emperors can still be in the palace. !

Lou Yanqi distressed and helped him to go down the smooth, and the words were uneasy and anxious. "What is your child's strength, and where is the reading, so much better, this time the Eight Emperors asked the companion to live in In the palace, it’s your temper. Today, I’m just lying back, later, and later...” As he said, he choked again and his tears fell.

"Mother." He said with a serious expression, holding her hand and seriously, "The Eight Emperors are eccentric, and we rushed to ask for a substitution. It is likely to provoke him to be unhappy. The Emperor now pays so much attention to the Eight Emperors, if we reverse the Emperor The heart of the child... Father, mother, just after the spring, just test the temple, I can't drag the big brother at this time."

Lou Yanqi heard it, and An Wenhua looked at him with amazement. The serious expression softened a lot, raised his hand and touched his head, and exclaimed, "Lee grew up and knew about it for the family. To eight It is not an easy task for the emperor to accompany him. Can you think about it?"

"Thinking, I will try my best." He solemnly promised, then looked at Lou Yanqi and pulled her hand. "Mother, you will follow me..."

Lou Yanqi leaned over and hugged him, crying more and more sad, "You silly boy..."

Finally, she walked away from the crying mother and a serious father. He lay down on the bed, rolled his sleeve and wiped his face, and turned over to the pillow and touched it. "Tongtian?"

A purse with a black embroidered gold thread suddenly shocked. He smashed it and took the purse out to open it. Seeing that Tongtian was lying inside, there was a small note next to it. A faint scent of ink mixed with the medicinal scent came over, and his brow moved and took out the note.

"When I wake up, you have to be. Ming Yong."

Yan Mingyong, Emperor Hachiko, the last son of the emperor, the mother is Huiyi, born with poison, has been in poor health, and at the age of eleven, he accidentally drank the rebels to the emperor, although he saved a Little life, but turned into a super sick scorpion that winds down. The emperor was very pampered by him, and he was almost responsive, and he was one of the few noble people in the palace who could not offend.

A super sick scorpion that has been blown down by the wind, the drug is very skilled.

"Yan, Ming, Yong." He sullenly grinds his teeth, raises his hand and touches the neck where the neck is stabbed. His eyes flashed a trace of cold light. "Thirteen-year-old dressed like a 33-year-old, dare to scare people. Waiting for you to enter the palace, you will wait for me!"

After returning to Tian’an Chengsheng’s return, he rushed to the courtyard of Ye Zhizhou as soon as he arrived, and all the bags packed by the little ones were put back into the cabinet, and he said, “I am not going to use my brother’s life. Change! Let me stop!"

Ye Zhizhou looked at the cheaper brother of this handsome and gentleman. It was impossible to substitute him with the full face of concern at this time into the cold-blooded brother who wanted the protagonist regardless of his brother's life.

"Big Brother." He gestured to Changshun Changfu to go out, and An Chengsheng, who took the anger from the front step, pressed down to the chair and sat down. He poured a cup of tea and pushed it over. He said, "There is nothing in the reading." There is room for change, Big Brother, you are calm."

"You want me to calm down!" Hate and smack the table, An Chengsheng's face is full of anxiety. "Lele, you don't know, the Eight Emperor Yan Mingyong is not so simple on the surface, before he rarely appeared in front of people and Not all because the body is too bad to get out of bed, but --"

The door slammed open and the black robes in the wheelchair looked straight into the direction of An Chengsheng, and the eyes were rolling with unknown emotions. "What is it? An Shizi."

An Chengsheng suddenly changed his face, and reached out and grabbed an arm of Ye Zhizhou to pull the person behind him. The warm and gentle breath of his body sank and became fierce. "His Royal Highness of the Eight Emperors, don't come innocent."

"Don't come innocent." Yan Mingyong stood up in the wheelchair armrest and stood up, his face slowly showing a smile, "Jiangnan fraud case, Huainan private salt case, criminal department Fangtong, 吏部文潜, Hubu Yuan Chunyi, West Army Zuo Ying Yang has talents... Are these enough?"

An Chengsheng’s body was shocked, and his eyes were already in his eyes, his body was tight, his hands were mastered, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. How can these hidden things and the emperor buried in the various departments of the dark pile eight emperors know? ! Do you have traitors in your own people?

The more I listened to the more confused Ye Zhizhou side stepped out, slightly frowning, "What are you talking about?" What fraudulent case of private salt case, he does not remember the system mentioned? Is it that Tongtian has begun to collapse?

[Please trust the system. ]

He ignored the light screen and looked at Yan Mingyong outside the door. He smiled with a bad smell of water and kissed his relatives. "His Royal Highness of the Eight Emperors, are you listening to the story?"

Yan Mingyong looked at his smile, his eyes flashed, slowly stepping through the steps, did not take two steps and suddenly stopped bending down and coughed, then one hand rubbed the lip and held the door frame, slowly fell to the ground.

Ye Zhizhou's face was a little stiff, and he saw a weak look that was about to return to the West. He was busy with his bells and rushed to kneel down to help him. "What happened to you? Where is it uncomfortable?" Don't hang it now! If you hang on this emperor, you must not destroy the town government!

After a shallow cough, Yan Mingyong took the pouting hand and suddenly grabbed his arm and leaned over to lean over. The corner of his mouth was still bloody, but his face was a very satisfying smile. It’s up to you... you are mine, mine.”

The medicinal fragrance began to drill into the nose again. He looked down at the blood stains on his sleeves, and then looked at the pale, pale face of the ghost and the bloodshot of the corner of his mouth. What to do, the Eight Emperors are a neuropathy, with what to read, is he still regretting it now?