I'm a cannon fodder, but I'm actually a heartthrob

Shen Zhaoan was silent for a while, then agreed: "Okay, Rongrong should go back to the palace with me."

Rong Jin's tense heart finally relaxed, and he was led out the door by Shen Zhaoan's hand.

Pei Zhuxing didn't know where he got the strength from, but he wanted to reach out and grab the corner of Rong Jin's clothes, but he missed and caught nothing.

He spat out a mouthful of blood again and said in a weak voice: "Rongrong, Rongrong, don't go... Rongrong..."

Rong Jin heard a little sound and was about to turn back, but the door was quickly closed by Shen Zhaoan.

"I thought I heard something."

Shen Zhaoan said gently: "There was no sound, Rongrong must have heard it wrongly."

On the way out of the house, Rong Jin suddenly remembered something he had forgotten, and he didn't take the notebook.

"Your Majesty, please wait for me."

After saying this, Rong Jin ran to his yard in a hurry, packed some of his favorite things, and ran back to Shen Zhaoan.

"Okay, let's go."

Shen Zhaoan held his hand again.

When the carriage passed through an alley, a group of assassins in black appeared.

Shen Zhaoan was not traveling alone. The secret guards showed up and fought with the group of assassins.

Rong Jin wanted to lift the curtain to take a look, but Shen Zhaoan held his hand and stopped him from moving.

Rong Jin listened carefully to the noise outside.

The curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, and a black-clad assassin appeared in front of Rong Jin.

Shen Zhaoan narrowed his eyes slightly. Rong Jin didn't even see how he attacked. The black-clad assassin had already dodged quickly, but there was still a wound on his arm.

The assassin seemed to want to come in again, but Shen Zhaoan's secret guards had already entangled him, and the assassin had no chance to rush into the carriage again.

After the assassin disappeared from his sight, Rong Jin blinked. His eyesight was pretty good, so how did Shen Zhaoan do it?

Now is not the time to talk about these things. Rong Jin just sat there quietly, not saying anything even though he was curious.

The smell of blood filled the air. Shen Zhaoan embraced Rong Jin, let Rong Jin lie in his arms, and gently covered Rong Jin's mouth and nose.

As the carriage passed through the alley, Shen Zhaoan let go, picked up the pastry that Rong Jin bought for him, and put it next to Rong Jin's mouth.

Rong Jin ate it obediently, not understanding what Shen Zhaoan meant.

But he could feel that Shen Zhaoan was not in a good mood and he spoke very little the whole day.

After Shen Zhaoan sent Rong Jin back to the palace, no one knew where he went.

He could no longer read the storybooks at will. He looked through the five storybooks with great interest, but was still hesitant.

Finally, he closed his eyes and picked up a book called "Palace Secrets: The Affair between the Little Emperor and the Prime Minister".

Rong Jin thought that the little emperor might be a girl dressed as a boy, but she didn't expect that the little emperor was a boy and the prime minister was also a boy.

"Qiqi, this is actually a story with two male protagonists! Was it so open in ancient times?"

[In your world, men can be together, and it is common for men to be married as legal wives.]

Rong Jin was shocked.

[Moreover, they have also developed a drug for fertility. ]

"Give birth to...give birth to what?"

【Medicine for conceiving a baby.】

Rong Jin was stunned. The ancient people were quite creative and even invented a medicine for fertility.

Rong Jin continued to read on.

The plot of this story is half and half of that one, Rong Jin is quite addicted to it.

Seeing that the Prime Minister secretly put the fertility drug into the little emperor's cup, Rong Jin couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahahaha, Qiqi, I somehow brought the little emperor into Shen Zhaoan and the prime minister into that Lord Wei. It's hard to imagine what Shen Zhaoan looks like with a big belly."

Rong Jin smiled and smiled, but the smile froze on his face.

Because Shen Zhaoan was standing behind him. Although he couldn't hear his conversation with the system, he could see the script in his hand.

Rong Jin coughed twice, trying to cover up his mistake, and said, "Your Majesty, are you done with your work?"

As he spoke, he secretly hid the script.

Shen Zhaoan took away the script that he had not yet hidden, raised it and read: "After the Prime Minister gave the little emperor a fertility drug, he coaxed the little emperor at night..."

Rong Jin stood up, blushing, and snatched the script away, lowering his head and saying, "Don't read it..."

Shen Zhaoan chuckled and approached Rong Jin step by step, pushing Rong Jin to the edge of the bed.

"Rongrong, how about we play a little game?"

Rong Jin wants to say what a ghost.

However, seeing that Shen Zhaoan was about to read his other storybooks, Rong Jin quickly agreed: "Okay!"

Shen Zhaoan took the storybook and flipped through a few pages. He pointed to the part where the little emperor was given a fertility drug and said, "Let's just play it here. Rongrong will be the little emperor, okay?"

Rong Jin had no way to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay."

Shen Zhaoan memorized it after just a casual glance. Rong Jin's memory was not as good as his. He put the script aside and read the lines while performing.

The prime minister in white approached the little emperor, and his cold appearance made him look like a devil in the eyes of the little emperor.

The little emperor said timidly...

Rong Jin glanced at the script and read it out with shame: "Prime Minister, can we do it again tomorrow... I am feeling a little unwell."

The prime minister approached the little emperor, stared at his pink lips with his deep eyes, and bit them.

"Since your majesty is feeling unwell, I will help you heal."

Rong Jin's ears were red, and he closed his eyes and said, "Prime Minister, no."

All kinds of messy plots have passed.

Of course, it was impossible for Rong Jin to really agree to act out the story exactly as it was written in the script, only to let Shen Zhaoan take advantage of him.

Now it's time to play the rest of the story.

Rong Jin was lying on the bed in dishevel, and Shen Zhaoan was lying lazily beside him.

The prime minister pressed the little emperor's belly and said, "Your Majesty, I have put a potion for conceiving a child in your cup."

The little emperor was confused.

He is a noble emperor, how could he use fertility medicine, how could he...

The little emperor's eyes instantly turned red: "You've gone too far!"

The prime minister kissed the top of the little emperor's head and stroked his belly: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I want to have a child with Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty has many people to choose from, but your Majesty is the only one I can choose from."

Shen Zhaoan finished reading the last line.

His hands restlessly rubbed Rong Jin's stomach, staring at his belly thoughtfully.

Rong Jin felt his scalp tingling when he saw his eyes. Was Shen Zhaoan trying to give him a drug to help him have a baby?

Rong Jin mustered up the courage to say, "Your Majesty, I don't want to have a baby!"

Shen Zhaoan raised his eyes and looked at Rong Jin: "Life?"

Shen Zhaoan quickly figured out what Rong Jin meant by giving birth. He couldn't help but smile and hugged Rong Jin on his lap, hugging his overly slender waist.

"I don't need Rongrong to bear a child for me, and I won't allow it."

On the night Rong Jin fell into a coma, Shen Zhaoan sent an imperial physician to check on his health. The imperial physician said that Rong Jin's health was not good and he needed to pay more attention to him and take good care of himself.

I also tactfully told him that Rong Jin's body was not suitable for pregnancy.

There is no way Shen Zhaoan would let Rong Jin have a child.

Besides, he had no intention of making Rong Jin pregnant.

Rong Jin asked in confusion: "But the throne..."

Shen Zhaoan stretched out his finger and placed it between Rong Jin's lips, saying: "Rongrong, don't think about these things. Rongrong just needs to be safe and sound."

As for who will inherit the throne in the future...

There was a flash of madness in Shen Zhaoan's eyes.

The Dasheng Dynasty will end with him, and there will be no future.