Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

After receiving the memory, Ning Huaimian lay on the ground with wounds all over his body, and said expressionlessly: [Xiao Hei, you are really my little baby. Did you choose this time so that I can prepare to die right from the start? ]

Bai Jihei cried: [Wuwuwu... Master, are you in pain? I just realized that I can't choose a time period now, so I can only come in randomly. ]

Ning Huaimian just wanted to tease him, so he wasn't angry: [What can I do now that I'm in this miserable state? ]

Bai Jihei was stunned: [I will transfer some demonic power to the master, so that the master can recover, and then go back to Beijing and slap Yan Lin's face? ]

Ning Huaimian said with a smile: [That’s fine, but I can’t just go back like this. How can I slap him in the face when I go back without any power or authority?]

[You don't need to help me recover completely, just let me be able to move. ]

Bai Jihei was puzzled but obeyed: [Good master.]

After a while, Chi Jing, who was able to move, walked to the middle of the road and lay down, closing his eyes, like a salted fish that could not turn over.

Bai Jihei was curious: [Master, what are you doing? ]

Ning Huaimian said leisurely: [To catch a golden turtle son-in-law, climb a high branch. 】

Bai Jihei was very confused: [There is no one here, let alone a rich son-in-law, where did he come from? Master, don't joke. ]

Ning Huaimian spoke in a casual tone, quite nonchalantly: [The carriage that appeared in Ning Huaimian's memory before his death was not simple at first glance, it should be some high-ranking official. ]

【Wait, then. 】

Half an hour later, just when Ning Huaimian was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of horse hooves and the creaking of wheels.

Mo Yuan, who was driving, saw a wounded man lying in the middle of the road, and quickly pulled the reins to stop the carriage.

The Lord of Yan, who was sitting inside, put down the book in his hand and asked, "Why did you stop? What happened?"

Mo Yuan: "Master, there is a person lying in the middle of the road, I don't know if he is dead or alive."

"Mo Bai, go and take a look."

A voice came from the darkness: "Yes, Master."

Mo Bai approached Ning Huaimian cautiously, looked him up and down quickly, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he squatted down and tried to check Ning Huaimian's breathing.

After he finished the examination, he returned to report: "Master, this is a weak man, and his injuries are very serious. It looks like he was beaten with a stick."

Yan Zhijun lifted his eyelids nonchalantly, picked up the book again and flipped through it: "Take it back."

He didn't believe it was that simple.

Mo Bai: "Yes, Master."

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It was two days later that Ning Huaimian woke up again.

He endured the pain in his body and sat up from the bed.

The servant who heard the noise quickly supported him and said, "Master, be careful."

Ning Huaimian looked at the residence that exuded an air of luxury and asked with a frown, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

Just as the servant was about to answer, footsteps were heard outside the door.

"Click"

The door was opened from the outside.

A handsome man with a tall figure walked in.

He was dressed in white, which should have given him a sense of elegance and grace, but his whole body revealed an irresistible majesty.

This is a man who looks very complicated. He seems lazy and casual, but in fact he is extremely cold and indifferent.

Yan Zhijun's eyes fell on Ning Huaimian, his thin lips slightly raised, with a vague sense of alienation: "Awake."

Ning Huaimian came back to his senses and asked, "Did you save me, young master?"

Lord Yan waved his hand to signal his servants to go out.

For a moment, they were the only two people in the room.

Yan Zhijun approached Ning Huaimian and said, "I saved you."

"The most beautiful woman in the capital?"

He looked at Ning Huaimian carefully for a moment: "It really lives up to his reputation. He really deserves this title."

Ning Huaimian was surprised: "You know me?"

Yan Zhijun smiled and said, "Of course I know you. You are very famous in the capital. I can find out who you are just by asking."

"It's a pity that you were plucked by Chen Wang Yan Lin before you could fully bloom, and now you have come to such a tragic end."

After a pause, he suddenly leaned in front of Ning Huaimian and asked softly, "Do you hate it?"

When Ning Huaimian heard Yan Lin's name again, hatred instantly rolled in his eyes: "What can hatred do? I am just a small person with nothing to rely on."

He clenched his hands on the bed into fists, but eventually he loosened them powerlessly.

He knew very well that he was nothing in the face of power.

Lord Yan saw all of Ning Huaimian's reactions.

He lifted up Ning Huaimian's face and smiled with interest: "No, your face is a great support."

Ning Huaimian lowered his eyes and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Yan Zhijun withdrew his hand, and the nonchalance on his face disappeared, becoming mysterious: "You are very smart."

Ning Huaimian pursed her lips and said nothing.

I don’t know whether he was really praising him or mocking him. If he was smart, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.

"Take good care of your injuries, and you will know when the time comes."

The King of Yan left this sentence and left in a happy mood.

Ning Huaimian looked at Yan Zhijun's back as he left, raised his hand and touched his face, muttering, "No matter what the price is, I'm willing..."

Even if it meant selling his soul.

For several days, Ning Huaimian lay in bed recuperating, but Yan Zhijun never showed up again.

He also asked the servants, but they spoke very cautiously, so he didn't get any information.

Just when Ning Huaimian went from being full of expectations to being completely disappointed, Yan Zhijun appeared.

He still had that fake gentle, smiling face, and a guard in black followed behind him.

"But have you been waiting for so long? I'm really sorry that I've been busy these past few days."

Lord Yan smiled.

Ning Huaimian is now able to stand up.

When he saw Yan Zhijun, he walked slowly towards him and said in an accusing tone: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The boy had waist-length black hair, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and skin whiter than snow. He was so beautiful that he didn't look like a real person.

When he said this to the King of Yan, it actually made people feel intimate but not offensive.

Is this the advantage of having a good-looking face?

And the tone of his voice, as if he was talking to his lover, made Yan Zhijun smile even more deeply.

He is indeed a smart man. Knowing that I like his face, he tried his best to make the best use of his advantages.

A glimmer flashed across Yan Zhijun's eyes. He picked up Ning Huaimian and said with a smile, "It's time to come back with me, my beauty."

The wound caused Ning Huaimian to let out a cry of surprise, but he held it back the next second and lay quietly in Yan Zhijun's arms.

Yan Zhijun looked down at him and said with a half-smile, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Huaimian endured the pain and said, "It doesn't hurt, but it's not as bad as it was then."

Yan Zhijun snorted softly, "Remember this feeling well, and don't get carried away."

At this time, Ning Huaimian didn't know what he meant until he returned to the palace.

Mo Yuan, who was following behind Yan Zhijun, looked at them in a daze for a moment before catching up.

I thought, it turns out that the master doesn't like women because he likes men.

No wonder, no wonder.