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

Xiao Yu's brain buzzed, and the transformed female form disappeared, returning to the handsome appearance and tall and slender figure of a man.

She held his slender waist, locked him in her arms, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Ye Zhao fell on him and responded in a daze.

Countless peonies came from all directions, like woven garlands, spinning around the two of them, romantic and beautiful.

Xiao Yu placed one hand on the back of his head and tilted his head to kiss him.

Ye Zhao's body went limp. He raised his hand to hook his neck, and said in a daze, "...Cousin, I, admire you..."

Those words that could not be expressed in normal times were now said in one go under the influence of alcohol.

Xiao Yu's hand had reached into his back at some point, and when he heard his call, his movements froze.

After reacting, he said with a dark face, "What did you call me?"

Maybe he had heard it wrong, he convinced himself.

The places where Ye Zhao was touched by him became numb and turned into water.

Leaning against his neck, breathing laboredly, "...cousin..."

The hot air hit Xiao Yu's neck. This time, Xiao Yu clearly heard the word "cousin" and laughed out of anger.

Hey, little prince, were you lying about liking him?

She lifted his chin, intending to settle the score with him.

Ye Zhao rubbed his forehead against his Adam's apple, "Xiao Yu'er..."

At this moment, Ye Zhao, who was still diligently following the plot in his dream, pushed Xiao Yu. He had finished his lines and said, "Xiao Yu, hurry up and say your lines."

Xiao Yu snorted coldly, as if he didn't really care. "I knew I couldn't lose to anyone else."

Well, if you ignore his bleeding ear.

"I can't give you the freedom you want in a short time, but I can give you this."

Holding his cold hand, the deep demonic power gradually changed from golden light to warm orange, flowing silently from his hand to Ye Zhao's hand...

The next day, Ye Zhao woke up drunk with a severe headache.

He pressed the area near his temple and carefully recalled what happened last night.

Sorry, I can’t remember.

Lu Qiao came to serve, and after washing up, she found that Xiao Yu was not there.

"Where's Xiao Yu?"

"My Lord, Miss Xiao said that she plans to practice the piano well in the next few days."

Ye Zhao wondered, "Why?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will return to the court in seven days." Luqiao also heard this this morning.

Ye Zhao admired the protagonist's awareness and felt relieved. "Okay, okay, then tell him that he doesn't need to come over during this period of time."

"My Lord, are you really not going to send a letter to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Cuiwei came back with a new letter.

Ye Zhao looked like he was listening to slanderous words, "Xiao Yu is right, we should do the opposite."

Hahaha.

He doesn't want to rack his brains to write letters every day, right?

I'm really bored, playing games, singing and dancing, and appreciating flowers, which one wouldn't be more relaxing than this?

"Will it be useful?" Cuiwei was really worried.

Ye Zhao took the letter from her hand and threw it aside, "It's okay, it's okay."

As long as Xiao Yu and the prince meet, it will be like the meeting of golden wind and jade dew, which is better than countless things in the world.

Then his world will be stable.

But what happened last night?

I just remember that Xiao Yu asked him to drink, but I can't remember the rest.

Moreover, he noticed something strange.

His fear of cold and chills disappeared.

Even the cough has never recurred.

As if they never existed.

Be puzzled.

The doctor also called it a miracle.

Seven days passed in a flash.

Everyone in the mansion knew about it and was overjoyed.

On the day the prince returned to the court, everyone in Shengjing lined the streets to welcome him.

Ye Zhao couldn't get out, and the carriage wouldn't pass by here, so he could only ask someone in the mansion.

Because he was too slow in finding out the truth, they sent a few more people out.

Ye Zhao paced back and forth in the living room, extremely excited.

Luqiao and Cuiwei were almost dizzy from watching so much, and they gently urged him to sit down and rest.

How could Ye Zhao agree to that?

"Your Majesty!"

The servant at the door rushed in for a minute.

Seeing that this was not the servant sent out, Ye Zhao was annoyed and said, "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly."

"There's someone outside asking to see me, saying he's an old friend."

The servant bowed and announced.

Ye Zhao was feeling annoyed. "No."

"But……"

"What? Didn't you hear it?" Ye Zhao glared at him.

The servant shrank his neck.

"Who made our Zhao Zhao angry?"

A dark figure walked up from behind the servant.

She gently waved a folding fan, her brows were smiling, her temperament was noble, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

The moment he saw the person coming, Ye Zhao was overjoyed and walked forward quickly.

"surface……"

"Shh!"

Lan Yingshuang raised her hand and lightly placed the fan between his lips. Her eyes were firm and deep, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were beautifully lined.

Although it was an abrupt action, he did it in an elegant and graceful manner, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze.

The fan didn't touch Ye Zhao's lips. "I don't need you to serve here. Go down."

As soon as the order was given, Cuiwei, Luqiao and the servants in the living room all took their leave.

Now that the annoying person was gone, Ye Zhao put his arm around his and sat down next to him.

"Cousin, shouldn't you bathe, change clothes, and report back to the palace?"

"Isn't it that a young man is mad at me and hasn't written me for several days? I was so anxious that I forgot everything."

Putting down the folding fan, Lan Yingshuang raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Ye Zhao paused while pouring him tea and sat up straight, "This is all your fault. You broke your promise and got fatter."

"Really angry?"

Lan Yingshuang approached, with a smile on her face.

The fragrance of orchids and the overly pleasing eyes and eyebrows hit Ye Zhao, and he loosened his hand.

The teapot fell from his hands.

Seeing it fall into pieces, a slender and flexible hand quickly grabbed it.

Ye Zhao went to take it, but the other party didn't let go.

As the two looked at each other, the handle of the teapot became the object of their dispute.

"Yes, I'm angry."

Lan Yingshuang coaxed him as she did before, "Then I'll smile for you and not be angry anymore, okay?"

"Bah!" Ye Zhao spat, "This trick is useless."

Lan Yingshuang was not annoyed. "You are wearing so little, what if you catch a cold?"

Just as he was about to call Lu Qiao, Ye Zhao interrupted him, "I'm not cold now."

After confirming that what he said was true, Lan Yingshuang changed the subject, "Then let me tell you about the strange things that happened recently?"

"I don't want to hear it." Ye Zhao tried to snatch the teapot away. "You've done great things for the country and the people. You've been praised a lot by people outside. There's no need for me to get involved."

Even the scumbag doesn’t know why he has to compete.

"Zhao Zhao, what should I do with you?" Lan Yingshuang sighed.

Ye Zhao's heart melted when he heard the gentle tone.

wipe!

She is indeed the darling of this world.

Every time I talk to him, I can't hate him at all.

The same goes for getting along with each other. No wonder they are so obsessed with each other.

Do not!

They are scumbags, so they always look for trouble and act unreasonably.

"Then kneel down and apologize to me."

Ye Zhao does what he says.

Lan Yingshuang looked at him intently, "Does it have to be this way?"

"……Um."

Lan Yingshuang produced a box from behind her like a magician, "What about this?"