I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 224 Prime Minister, Don't You Hate Me?

Ning Zhe stared at him, and said a word lightly, "No."

No. 67 will never know what he has relied on to survive until now.

What can be easily denied in this person's eyes is the only life-saving straw in his hands.

Hearing his refusal, No. 67's eyes instantly froze, and something black and terrifying surged inside, as if a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was about to come out of its eyes.

He and Ning Zhe looked at each other, neither would let the other.

The wind is still, the trees are silent, the birdsong gradually disappears, and time is stretched at this moment.

for a long time.

"...Okay." No. 67 clenched his hands, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't force you."

After he finished speaking, his figure turned into green smoke and disappeared quickly.

Almost at the same time, several footsteps came from the entrance of the hall.

In the next moment, the door was pushed open vigorously, and a long blue figure strode in against the light.

The strong wind blew up a burst of elegant orchid fragrance, but it was not as gentle and plain as before, but instead carried a faint attacking will.

He hurried in, met Ning Zhe who was on the couch, and paused.

"Hey, Mr. Prime Minister, you can't enter..."

The waiter then hurried in.

When he saw Ning Zhi who was unconscious on the ground, his voice suddenly stopped as if he had been choked.

"Prime Minister, this... this..." He took a few steps back and fell to the ground, staring with panic and panic.

Qin Shen turned his eyes and looked at him indifferently.

"Forgive me... Prime Minister, please forgive me! I, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!" The servant screamed and ran out of the palace.

The guards outside the hall noticed something strange and wanted to come in to investigate the situation, but Qin Shen flatly refused the door.

He stood there for a moment, then walked towards Ningzhe, "Your Majesty."

Ning Zhe sat on the couch, looked up at him indifferently.

Qin Shen touched his thin cheeks with cold fingers, "I heard people say that the emperor was sent to the palace. His Majesty was furious and wanted to use the emperor for surgery."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

Qin Shen's fingertips slipped from his cheeks, across his jaw and collarbone, pinched the hem of his shirt that Ning Zhi had ripped open, and helped him tighten it.

"Let's go with my minister, Your Majesty."

He repeated this sentence again.

This is the third time he said to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe glanced at Ning Zhi who was lying aside, and lowered his eyes, "I want Yunlan's life."

Qin Shen didn't hesitate, "I'll give it to you."

Ning Zhe moved his eyelashes, fell silent for a moment, raised his arms around Qin Shen's neck, and buried his face on his shoulder.

Qin Shen took off his dark green cloak and wrapped it around him, picked him up and carried him out of the palace.

Although he has only been the prime minister for only one year, his methods are unmatched by anyone. The power attributed to him is so intricate that even Ning Zhi can't touch him easily. Even if he is rampant in the palace now, no one dares to stop him.

"The emperor fainted!"

"Come on, send the imperial physician!"

Before the two of them left the palace, they heard the sharp shouts from the servants behind them, and there was a riot in the palace.

Ning Zhe obediently lay on Qin Shen's shoulder, listening to the restless voice behind him, turned his head to look at Qin Shen's elegant and handsome profile.

"Prime Minister Qin."

"Xuanhe."

"......what?"

Qin Shen looked at him sideways, there was no wave in the ancient well at the bottom of his eyes, his brows and eyes were breezy and bright, like a fine brushwork, the breeze was blowing, and the blue air was faint.

He said softly: "The emperor used to call Chen Xuanhe."

okay.

Ning Zhe blinked, and Wen Shun called him: "Xuanhe."

He didn't know Qin Shen before, and the few meetings he had had were not pleasant.

Perhaps the emperor had called him that way before, but Ning Zhe didn't care, and called again, "Xuanhe."

Qin Shen gave a faint "hmm".

"Don't you ask me what happened to Ning Zhi?"

Qin Shen's expression remained unchanged: "When the emperor wants to speak, he will speak."

"If I never tell."

"The minister will not ask."

Ning Zhe stared at him for a while, then buried his head again, and stopped talking.

The scenery in the Prime Minister's Mansion is elegant and quiet, as elegant and dignified as Qin Shen.

The steward came up to meet him, bowed his waist respectfully, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is welcome back to the residence, and Madam is welcome back to the residence."

"......?"lady?

Ning Zhe blinked and looked at Qin Shen.

Qin Shen looked at the steward, "Uncle Zhuang, he is Ning Zhe, not Madam."

"Hey, this old slave understands." Uncle Zhuang nodded hurriedly, and then looked at Ning Zhe kindly, "Madam's life is really good, we adults will be blessed in the future."

Ning Zhe: "..."

He pursed his lips, hugged Qin Shen's neck tightly, and buried himself in his arms without saying a word.

As soon as Qin Shen lowered his head, he saw his two exposed red ear tips, which were round and cute, making one want to bite into his mouth and swallow.

His eyes darkened a little, he tightened the soft cloak on Ning Zhe, and led him into the master bedroom.

Ning Zhe's body was covered with dirty blood, and his skin was also covered with shallow scars. His face was mixed with tears and blood, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Qin Shen ordered someone to fetch water, carried Ning Zhe into the bucket, washed him clean, and carried him to the couch.

Ning Zhe didn't know how many times he was washed, and he didn't resist. When Qin Shen took off his clothes, he didn't even move his eyebrows.

"I have ordered someone to investigate the situation of the Xingxing Pavilion. After killing Yunlan, I will take the emperor out of here."

Qin Shen said while helping him dry his long wet hair with a large dry towel.

Ning Zhe sat obediently, raised his head and asked him, "Leave here, where are you going?"

"Shengong." Qin Shen said concisely.

It is rumored that the Shrine is the residence of the God, located at the end of the transition between day and night, and after the fall of the God, the Shrine also disappeared.

No one has ever seen the Jingu, and no one even knows whether this place really exists.

But now Qin Shen said that he was going to the shrine, no matter how you looked at it, it was surprising.

But Ning Zhe didn't care about this, instead he talked about another thing: "I don't want you to kill him, I want to see Yunlan and kill him with my own hands."

Qin Shen stopped what he was doing, glanced at him, "Yes."

Ning Zhe was satisfied.

Once the requirements are met, his character will be docile and appear very good.

No matter what Qin Shen asked him to do, he was obedient and obedient, so that no one could find a single fault.

During the day, she followed Qin Shen closely, never leaving her. Even when he was dealing with official business, she would lie beside him, or sleep quietly, or read with a book in her hand, and sometimes she would grind ink for Qin Shen.

Uncle Zhuang said with relief: "My lord has finally found someone who cares about himself. If the master has a spirit in heaven, he will be happy too."

Ning Zhe was keenly aware that when Uncle Zhuang finished speaking, Qin Shen lowered his eyes and his interest faded, as if he didn't want to bring up these things.

At night, when Qin Shen was about to leave after coaxing him to sleep, Ning Zhe grabbed his hem and asked him to stay.

Qin Shen rubbed his fingers, hesitated for a long time, then lay down with his clothes on, and slept quietly on the outside.

Ning Zhe turned over and hugged his arm, pillowed on his shoulder, softly said: "Xuanhe."

Qin Shen froze for a moment, then quickly closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, it's late at night, let's go to bed."

Ning Zhe asked about his family, "Why is there no one in the century-old scholarly family of the Qin Mansion?" In the two days since he came, he hadn't seen anyone else except Uncle Zhuang and a few servants.

"They're all dead."

Ning frowned.

He remembered that when Qin Shen had just assumed the position of prime minister, the Qin family was at a time when the population was thriving, and it also prospered because of Qin Shen's attack from the dragon, but in less than a year, how could they all die? ?

"When the demons invaded, my father, brother and relatives all went to the front line, unfortunately buried in the belly of the demons."

Qin Shen turned over and looked at Ning Zhe, "My mother couldn't bear the blow, so she went with my father. There are also women in the clan who died in love or remarried. Not long ago, the Qin clan was attacked by a high-level demon clan. The massacre, everyone is gone."

Ning Zhe didn't expect it to be because of this.

He looked straight at Qin Shen, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Qin Shen stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, and said in a quiet and pleasant voice, "Stop talking about this, Your Majesty, let's rest."

Ning Zhe's throat was dry, unable to speak, he could only nod his head.

He was buried in Qin Shen's arms, smelling the orchid fragrance on his body with the tip of his nose, his eyes were open and he was not sleepy.

After a long time, he raised his eyes lightly, looked at Qin Shen who had closed his eyes, and asked softly, "Prime Minister, don't you hate me?"

Everyone in Dai Viet hated him.

It was he who made Dayue fall into the sea of ​​misery, and he brought the demons into the world, and Qin Shen's family also died because of him.

"I hate it." Qin Shen closed his eyes, and his voice was very calm, "Sometimes I hate to the extreme, and I would like to let the emperor die."

He opened his eyes and looked fixedly at the young man in his arms, "But the emperor cannot die. If the emperor dies, the world will be in chaos."

Ning Zhe didn't understand this sentence, but Qin Shen didn't intend to explain further.

There was no words all night, and the sky broke dawn.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, and turned to look at the young man beside him, "Xuanhe."

Qin Shen raised his palm and kissed him lightly.

This is a habit of Qin Shen.

He would give Ning Zhe a hand kiss every morning.

Ning Zhe knows that this is Fanbang's etiquette, which means cherishing, loving and respecting.

But Qin Shen obviously didn't have these emotions towards him, he mechanically repeated these actions day after day as if he was completing a task.

Even though Qin Shen never insulted or scolded him in the past few days, and his attitude towards him could be said to be caring and loving, but Ning Zhe could feel that this was not the real Qin Shen.

Qin Shen still vividly remembered the scene when Qin Shen stripped him naked and tied him up in a dark room, and made him kneel and crawl over to eat.

The coldness and darkness in his eyes had penetrated deeply into Ning Zhe's bones, making Ning Zhe never forget those few days.

After a few days of peace, news came from the palace that Ning Zhi woke up.

The imperial guards of Wangcheng surrounded the prime minister's mansion, and Yang Yan personally led the troops to ask Qin Shen to hand over the murderer.

Qin Shen stood in front of Ning Zhe, his figure was like a bamboo, his eyes were clear, and he said calmly: "Your Majesty was knocked out by me, it has nothing to do with others."

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes, "This is a serious crime of killing the king, the prime minister should think it over before we talk about it."

"That's all it is." Qin Shen slowly opened Ning Zhe's hand that was holding onto his sleeve, and pushed him to Uncle Zhuang, "Master Yang wants to catch him, so come and catch him."