The prime minister who wears books is so charming

Chapter 13

Just as Lu Yuanzhi was about to speak, Jiang Yi suddenly heard Jiang Yi continue: "I still had hope for the Prime Minister, but now, I won't pamper you anymore."

"What?" Lu Yuanzhi felt that Jiang Yi was holding his hands harder and squeezing his chest, gradually unable to breathe, "Jiang Yi..."

With a heavy blow to the back of the neck, Lu Yuanzhi became dizzy and fell unconscious.

"Brother Prime Minister, Yi'er was reprimanded again by her husband today."

There was a beam of light in front of him, and Lu Yuanzhi followed the sound, and saw Xiao Jiang Yi standing in the place of light with a small bun tied into his hair, struggling to hold a few books.

He pouted aggrievedly, and there were still wet tears hanging on the small milk fat on both sides of his cheeks, which made Lu Yuan feel distressed. He stepped forward a few steps, trying to hug Xiao Jiang Yi in his arms, but he saw Xiao Jiang Yi step back a few steps , choking with grievances: "Brother doesn't want Yi'er anymore."

"I don't, listen to my brother." Lu Yuanshou knelt down and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Jiang Yi's face: "I never wanted you."

"Really?" Jiang Yi tilted his head, doubtful, and suddenly his face changed, he raised his hand to grab Lu Yuanzhi's neck, and he has grown up, looking at Lu Yuanzhi fiercely: "Then, brother will stay forever Bar."

The suffocation hit again, Lu Yuanzhi struggled desperately, struggling to break the hands around his neck: "Let me go."

A sense of horror filled Lu Yuanzhi's body, and death seemed to be approaching every step of the way. For the first time, Lu Yuanzhi realized how terrible the tyrant described in the original book was.

Suddenly opened his eyes and saw the curtain above his head, Lu Yuanzhi suddenly realized that he had had a dream, even if it was a dream, he was startled into a cold sweat, the sticky sweat stuck his clothes to his body, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Looking down, Lu Yuanzhi saw his environment clearly again. This is his original Shenxiang Palace, which has not changed at all.

But now, it's not the time to sigh, because Lu Yuanzhi also saw a thumb-thick iron chain tied to his feet, and the other end was tied to the bed rail. What does this mean?

"Ah Fu, Ah Fu, explain, what's going on?"

[Wow, bundle-paly?Is this something my male frequency system can see? 】Ah Fu's tone became more perverted, and he giggled after speaking.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm asking you what to do now? Jiang Yi is too moody, I don't even know how to finish my mission."

[Dear user, although the blackening value of the male protagonist has not changed significantly at present, the system has detected that when you touch his body, he has a clear downward trend. Although the magnitude is not large, this is undoubtedly the point to conquer him . ] Ah Fu said.

Lu Yuanzhi thought about it carefully: "In other words, Jiang Yi likes me touching him very much!"

Is it so perverted?Lu Yuanzhi felt hairy all over, and the two men made physical contact?What kind of weird habit is this?

[As a male novel, please rest assured, we don't engage in the drama next door, so you have to believe that the hero is just dependent on you. 】

Ah Fu said swearingly, Lu Yuanyi was stunned when he heard it, and after thinking about it seriously, it is indeed so, does the name "Mad World Tyrant" have a straight-male aura?It seems that I really worry too much.

[Oh, by the way, respected user, I want to return to the factory for an upgrade, it will take about a few months, but don't worry, there will be a temporary system to serve you instead, don't miss me! 】

"Well, I won't miss you." Lu Yuanzhi said disapprovingly.

[Although I have no heart, what you said is really chilling. 】

"Have you finished? Shut up, it's useless, there's a lot of bullshit."

Lu Yuanzhi lay flat on the bed, looked at the curtain above his head, and let out a long breath. Sure enough, books that deviated from the main line were really difficult to understand.

In the past, I used to follow the main line in the book, but this one is good, the development of the main line deviates from the course, and the blackened character of the male protagonist is also hard to figure out. How can a paper man be so stubborn and insist on blackening?

"My lord?" A court lady came in with a tray and called softly. Seeing that Lu Yuanzhi was awake, she smiled and said, "You're awake! Eat quickly."

girl!Lu Yuanzhi, who has been a bachelor for 22 years, couldn't help but see green light in his eyes, excited in his heart, bounced up, sat up, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm here to help you, girl."

The palace lady put the tray with food on the table, covered her mouth shyly: "Where is it, this is what a servant girl should do."

She said while laying out the food on the table: "The back of the young master's neck is bruised, and the servant brought some medicine. Do you want to apply it before or after the meal?"

Hearing what she said, Lu Yuanzhi felt a dull pain in the back of his neck, and said artificially: "It really hurts, so I have to help you apply it now."

As he spoke, he turned his back, untied the clothes rope around his waist, and rolled the collar to his shoulders, secretly jumping for joy.

Feeling the maid behind him approaching, Lu Yuanzhi was still a little shy, his whole body was stiff and unnatural, but there was a smile on his mouth that he hadn't noticed.

The ointment on his fingertips touched the back of Lu Yuanzhi's neck. The cool touch made him tingle, and he said cheaply: "The girl's hands are really soft."

The maid behind her didn't speak, so Lu Yuanzhi didn't feel surprised, she just thought of her as a daughter, shy and embarrassed: "How old is the girl? How many people are there in the family? Why did you enter the palace as a slave?"

"The prime minister is very interesting."

The hand applying the medicine behind him stopped, and this indifferent and familiar voice came, which really startled Lu Yuanzhi.Reflexively, he put on the clothes that had slipped off his shoulders, turned around, and faced Jiang Yi's indifferent face, as if he owed him eight dicks.

"Why are you?" Lu Yuanzhi exclaimed.

Jiang Yi covered the porcelain jar containing the ointment, put it on a side cabinet, and mocked, "Did you disappoint Aiqing?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jiang Yi's current appearance is still somewhat sad, Lu Yuanzhi feels compassion again, and his tone becomes gentle: "I'm not disappointed, is your majesty here to let me go?"

"No." Jiang Yi fumbled for the iron chain on Lu Yuanzhi's hand, and after a long time said slowly: "There is a good show, I want to enjoy it with Ai Qing."

He took the key and opened the chain: "Follow me."

The tone was cold, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart. Lu Yuanzhi hesitated, but Jiang Yi picked him up: "It turns out that Aiqing likes to be hugged by me."

"No, where are we going?"

"You'll know when you go, the prime minister must be very familiar with that place!" Jiang Yi chuckled, and Lu Yuanzhi, who was held in his arms, looked up, and saw his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost. Laugh, belongs to Xiao Yi.

[Attention, attention, the male protagonist's blackening index has been increased, all previous efforts have been wasted, and users need to work harder. 】

A female voice that did not belong to Ah Fu sounded, and Lu Yuanzhi was a little curious: "Are you the substitute system that Ah Fu talked about?"

[Yes, hello, dear user, my name is Xiao Huang, and I am the book-transferring system for Danmei classified novels next door, please give me your advice.I will spend the next three months with you. 】

[The author has something to say]: Jiang Xiaoyi smiled charmingly: "As an invincible, manic and tyrannical tyrant, it's time for me to do something that fits my personality."

A certain gentleman looked adoring: "For example?"

Jiang Xiaoyi thought for a while: "For example, ask my brother to clean up the sheep dung all over the imperial garden."

Xiao Lu crazily kept a small notebook: "Count the stars, pull weeds, pick up sheep dung, author, help me avenge."

A certain gentleman patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me, and torture him to death."

[Small beeping: I still remember the original chapter I wrote. Jiang Yi was called A Yi by Xiao Lu. As a result, I accidentally discovered that the name collided with "Auntie". It’s too late, otherwise it’s so embarrassing, go out and tell people that the essay I wrote is called “Auntie”, is this plausible? 】