I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

"Interesting..." The corners of his lips rose to the highest point, and his rosy red lips whispered two words. His voice was no longer as gentle as before, but was deep and full of magnetism that was unique to men, and it was filled with the gloating he felt when watching a show.

The next day, Xiao Yu arrived as scheduled and waited outside the study.

In the study, the charcoal fire was burning brightly. Although the temperature was so high that ordinary people would feel hot, Ye Zhao still felt cold.

At this time, he was dealing with the accounts of the Marquis' Mansion when Cuiwei came in to report.

After he nodded, he went out to convey the message.

Ye Zhao closed the account book in his hand, put it aside, and placed the brush in his hand on the inkstone.

These are not the real things. The real thing is to quickly send the protagonist Xiao Yu to another protagonist.

Xiao Yu came in and bowed across the neatly arranged white jade bead curtain.

Ye Zhao picked up the teacup, opened the lid, brushed off the tea foam floating in the cup, and took a sip.

The hot tea went down his throat, and the aroma of the tea filled his mouth. He then said, "Sit down."

He handed the teacup to Cuiwei, then stood up and walked out.

Luqiao pushed aside the layers of pearl curtains that were emitting a warm glow and followed him.

Sitting down at the round table, Ye Zhao supported his chin with his hand, looking very handsome. As he raised his hand, his sleeves playfully slid down to his arms, revealing a white wrist that was extremely tempting, making people's mouths dry.

The person involved has no self-awareness, is lazy and lacks motivation.

Maintaining this more comfortable position, he got straight to the point, "I've had someone make a special booklet about the Crown Prince's preferences and sent it to you. Have you memorized it all?"

"My Lord, I've made a note of it." Xiao Yu stood up and replied, "Do you want me to recite it to you?"

Ye Zhao actually didn't want to listen at all, but his personality was such that he cared about this matter very much, so he nodded.

Xiao Yu memorized it all without taking a breath, without even making a single mistake.

The more Ye Zhao listened, the more satisfied he became, but the more he listened, the more dissatisfied he became.

It was right that he decided to send a woman to the prince, but the other party behaved so well, and he was afraid that the prince would fall in love with "her", so it was hard for him not to feel a sense of crisis.

After he finished reciting, Ye Zhao's mood changed, "You remember it carefully."

Xiao Yu's face turned pale, not knowing what he had done wrong, and subconsciously looked at Luqiao and Cuiwei.

He hoped they would answer his questions and resolve his doubts, but he was destined to be disappointed. They were never on the same side as him and had no such obligation.

"Whatever the prince asks me to do, I will do my best and will not let you down. I don't know what I did wrong." Xiao Yu stood there trembling like a piece of wood.

It was naturally impossible for Ye Zhao to tell his true feelings to a lowly servant, even if it was his personal maid.

Therefore, I laughed coldly and reluctantly believed his words. Even if I didn't believe it, it didn't matter as long as my goal was achieved.

"Since you have met my standards and have been chosen by me, it won't be a problem for you to gain the Crown Prince's favor. However, there is something very important. The Crown Prince is good at music. Are you?"

"I only know a little bit, but compared with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I am nothing..." Xiao Yu hesitated, and the silk handkerchief in his hand was almost torn to pieces.

Ye Zhao's heart sank.

The piano room is elegantly decorated. Famous artists' evergreen ink paintings of pines and cypresses hang on the walls, exquisite blue and white porcelain vases are placed on the walls, and the floor is covered with soft wool carpets.

After washing his hands and burning incense, Xiao Yu sat upright in front of the piano table. Under Ye Zhao's sharp gaze, he took a deep breath and lightly touched the strings with his fingers.

He had a glimmer of expectation, but when the piano sounded, the rhythm was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, stuttering, and chaotic. Ye Zhao frowned and found it difficult to indulge in it.

Ah, this.

So how did he capture the prince in the original novel?

What happened to relying on music?

That's it?

Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Zhao was furious and immediately shouted, "Stop, stop playing, it's hurting my ears."

Xiao Yu felt ashamed and fidgeted. "Please forgive me, my lord. I will learn and practice more until I become proficient."

"Three days, are you dreaming?" Ye Zhao hit him coldly, "You're not unfamiliar with this, you're clearly not understanding it."

Xiao Yu blushed and didn't know what to do.

Seeing him like this made Ye Zhao feel upset, and he blurted out, "You can still pass the test set by this prince like this, it must be a ghost or a monster."

Xiao Yu said nothing, tugging at the corner of his clothes in self-blame, as if he was also very upset about his own uselessness.

Ye Zhao was brainstorming and weighing the pros and cons, whether to throw him away like trash or help him get away with it. In the end, he concluded that it was the latter.

There is no guarantee that those people will not have other shortcomings if we get them back, so it is better to make do with them.

"Play it a few more times," he ordered.

Xiao Yu felt as if he had been pardoned and continued to pluck the strings of the zither.

Ye Zhao washed her hands and walked slowly to his side. After struggling for a long time, she made up her mind. Her fingers, as white as scallions, gently covered his slightly clumsy hand.

"Relax, follow me, and slowly feel the strength and rhythm."

Xiao Yu's hands trembled even more violently, and his whole body became extremely stiff. He inhaled all the extra breath beside him and the strange fragrance surrounding him into his lungs, greedily wanting to absorb more.

My mind was in a mess, and I turned my head to see his beautiful profile. He was staring at the strings intently, with a faint glow on his cheeks, like pearls bathed in the sun.

As for what he said, Xiao Yu didn't hear a single word and was frequently distracted.

Staring at his lips opening and closing, his breath as sweet as orchid, and the mysterious fragrance emanating from his neck, I couldn't help but move closer.

Ye Zhao taught him patiently at first, but got no response. Puzzled, he turned around and felt something warm touching his sensitive neck.

Ye Zhao retreated as if pricked by a needle, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. A storm was raging in his eyes, all obscured by the shadows cast by his long eyelashes, but his voice was so gentle that it dripped with water. "What are you doing?"

Unaware of the impending danger, Xiao Yu had already been bewitched. He spoke without thinking, yet answered every question, "Your Highness smells so good..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish the rest of his words, a hurricane-like slap hit his cheek. The burning pain made him come back to his senses quickly and become furious.

But he didn't know that he would hit Ye Zhao's pupils which were powerful enough to crush everything.

what!

Just now...

The most terrifying thing is not forgetting what you did, but remembering it when you don’t want to remember it.

After Xiao Yu recalled it, he tried to explain that he just wanted to ask what kind of fragrance was applied...

But Ye Zhao didn't give him this opportunity. He felt deeply offended and teased, and was disgusted.

He couldn't help but think of the letter he received this morning from that scoundrel harassing him.

At this moment, the dissatisfaction of the two people overlapped with each other. He raised his hand and wiped the place where he was kissed with his sleeve. He kicked over the table and rolled it down with the piano.

It’s time for the plot to start!

"Somebody come!"