Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

When Ding Yi woke up, the room was filled with a strong smell of blood and a heavy smell of medicine. The two smells rushed straight into his nose. He couldn't help but sneeze. As expected, his white inner garment was stained with blood again.

"Your Highness, someone come quickly, the prince has woken up, call Doctor Wang." A sharp female voice shouted loudly, like a broken voice.

Before I could see her face clearly, she had already walked to the bed and suddenly hugged Ding Yi's head, burying it in her surging chest. She held Ding Yi so tightly that he couldn't breathe. When he struggled, he was held down tightly, pulling at his wound. Ding Yi tried to push her away, but found that he was too weak.

Ding Yi fell on his back, spitting out blood, his vision blurred, and he fell down again.

Before he fainted, Ding Yi thought, "My life is over." Could this be his subordinate? Help, he didn't want such a stupid subordinate. Enemy? Where are the others? Where did they go? Help!

When he woke up again, his wound had been re-bandaged. He heard someone sobbing in his ear. From the voice, he knew that this person was the culprit who caused him secondary injury. Even with his eyes closed, he could smell the unique, rich, and motionless scent of green tea.

"Your Highness, it's all Qingqing's fault. If it weren't for saving Qingqing, Your Highness wouldn't have been so badly injured. Qingqing knows Your Highness's intentions. Your Highness, rest assured. Qingqing will stay by Your side in the future, never leave you, and accompany you through life and death."

Ding Yi closed his eyes tightly, remained motionless, and began to accept the plot in his mind.

First, the plot is so grand, but in fact it is just a simple paragraph: Wen Chengyue, the King of Chaocheng Dynasty, the ninth son of the previous emperor, the younger brother of the current emperor, the Grand Marshal of the Dynasty Army, with 200,000 soldiers in his hands, is the guardian of the Dynasty border. The crying woman beside the bed is Qian Muqing, the eldest daughter of the Minister of Rites. Qian Muqing's biological mother died early, and the Minister Qian's backyard was in charge. She was not loved by her father and mother, and she was a reborn person.

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, and then again. What did this have to do with him? At the critical moment, he still had to rely on himself. It was useless and useless.

Continue to search for useful clues in the original body's memory.

Wen Chengyue, that is, his original self, is now 25 years old. He has a noble status and great strength. He is the dream of countless girls in the Chaocheng Dynasty and the ideal son-in-law for all civil and military ministers.

The fact that he was still unmarried at the age of 25 did not reduce Wen Chengyue's charm. Wen Chengyue originally had a fiancée, but she was a beautiful woman with a tragic fate. Before the wedding, she accidentally caught a cold and fell ill. The young girl in her prime completely withered.

That year, Wen Chengyue was fifteen years old and his fiancée was thirteen years old.

Later, Wen Chengyue refused the marriage proposal from his emperor brother and joined the army. He started as a soldier and in just seven or eight years, he grew into the patron saint of Chaocheng Dynasty.

The emperor was very pleased and ordered Wen Chengyue to return to Beijing and reward him.

Wen Chengyue knew that the emperor's brother had become suspicious of him. With 200,000 frontier troops at his disposal, he only recognized the prince and not the emperor. The emperor was uneasy sitting on the throne, fearing that Wen Chengyue would rebel one day and pull him off the throne. Even if Wen Chengyue did not rebel, the age difference between the two brothers was quite large. If he accidentally passed away and Wen Chengyue happened to be in his prime, his sons would not be able to suppress a powerful marshal prince and his own uncle.

People who sit in high positions, especially those who sit in that chair, are always suspicious. The current one is also like this. He doesn't trust anyone and just wants to keep power firmly in his own hands. Even if it is his younger brother, he will also threaten his position and rule, and he will ruthlessly kill him in the cradle.

On his way back to Beijing, Wen Chengyue encountered no less than ten waves of assassinations. Now they are still 300 kilometers away from the capital, and there are less than fifteen people left with Wen Chengyue. He himself was also seriously injured and had to change his appearance and move to another place to recuperate.

This is Wen Chengyue's memory, and the memory stops here. Ding Yi is confused and feels strange.

"It doesn't say when Wen Chengyue died, could it be these few days?" Ding Yi complained in his heart, frowned slightly, and was discovered by the green tea girl. Ding Yi felt a gust of wind blowing, and the smell of powder almost sent him away. He quickly stopped breathing, afraid that he would sneeze the next moment and let the green tea girl find out that he was awake.

Ding Yi had a hard time enduring it, especially with that pair of bold hands, which kept touching his face. As expected, they moved down, but fortunately, they finally stopped at his abdominal muscles.

"Your Highness, Qingqing will protect you and will never let you die. I will ensure that you ascend to that position smoothly. I believe in Qingqing. As long as you don't let Qingqing down, Qingqing will do her best to satisfy Your Highness's wish."

What a pretentious voice! Ding Yi almost vomited.

"Get lost! Who needs your help? The biggest help you can give to me is to get lost as far away as possible."

Ding Yi wanted to suddenly jump up and throw this woman out as far as he could.

Reason told him to hold it in, he must hold it in.

Ding Yi stayed awake in bed for two hours, and had to endure the green tea girl's groping and the itching pain from his wounds. But he had a strong will and endured it all, and slowly figured out some things.

After all, the Green Tea Girl's mouth couldn't keep a secret. There was a condescending attitude in her tone, as if everything in the world would come to her as long as she wanted it with a wave of her hand.

Ding Yi had never seen such a person with such legendary self-confidence. The key point was that this person was even more arrogant than him. He could rise to a high position by talking openly and achieve great things by keeping silent.

Two hours later, Ding Yi heard the green tea girl, Qian Muqing, yawning softly, and she gently tucked Ding Yi's quilt and left. When she came closer, Ding Yi smelled the strong smell of powder, and he struggled to endure the discomfort in his nose and the impulse to frown.

Finally left.

Ding Yi continued to lie motionless. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes. The darkness did not block his vision. This was a simple room. Apart from the bed under him, there was a desk by the window with a small teapot on it, but not even a cup.

There were two chairs with the desk, one of which was missing a leg and didn't look like it was meant for sitting.

There was a gray mosquito net on the bed, which looked quite old. Ding Yi guessed that its original color should not be gray, but it turned gray after being used for a long time. Ding Yi could smell dust and dampness on it. He held his breath before because he was afraid of disturbing Qian Muqing. Now he let go of his breath, and suddenly all kinds of smells came to his nose.

For the first time, Ding Yi felt disappointed that his original body had such a sensitive nose. It was really too much suffering.

Calling Yaoyao.

"Yaoyao, what's going on? There's something wrong with this world. Wen Chengyue's memories only go back to when I arrived."

Yaoyao's tone was calm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of gnashing of teeth in her voice, "I know."