Gold medal cosplayer in fast time travel

"You...you..." Mr. Wang, who was named, was so angry that he couldn't speak, and the atmosphere in the hall became more and more dignified.Clinker, Yongsi smiles.This light smile seemed to dilute the strong atmosphere a lot, but it concealed a mystery.His voice rose suddenly.No longer as warm and moist as jade, each word sounded like a drum beating on my heart, "Did Mr. Wang know that the envoys of the Liang Kingdom had premeditated, or Mr. Wang knew that there were people with bad intentions in the inner palace, or Mr. Wang already knew that there were people with bad intentions?" Trying to collude with the enemy and betray the country, and reveal the secret to others?"

The loudness of his voice also increased, little by little, as if gradually testing the limits of the eardrum.

"In that case," the voice suddenly fell, and everyone who was used to loud decibels felt uncomfortable.It is obviously extremely comfortable and gentle, but it makes people feel like the hoarseness from hell, "Why didn't Mr. Wang know about it?"

With one mouthful of Mr. Wang, the pressure on Mr. Wang is also doubled.

"You...you...I...I..." Mr. Wang was really out of breath.His thin fingers trembled, pointing at Yong Si.The scene in front of him was finally blurred, and the sky was spinning. Qi Chu's face seemed to be close at hand, and his face was full of disdainful smiles.

"Master Wang fainted!"

The surroundings became a mess, and the figures who pointed out the country were buzzing and making noise.Only Yong Si, wearing a bright red official robe, stood there upright, independent of the world.It seemed that the chaotic pot of porridge in the hall had nothing to do with him.Among a group of chaotic ants, he became more and more eye-catching.

"Silent!" Wei Xiuqi cleared the room, "Tell the imperial physician."

The emperor spoke, and the scene naturally calmed down.Everyone was still in shock, their eyes and noses were watching their hearts, and they didn't even dare to cast their eyes on the prime minister.I was afraid that if I glanced at it, I would be the next to faint.Mr. Wang's tragic situation is vivid in his mind, like a key that opens the floodgate of memory.

Yeah, how could they forget?How could he forget the young prime minister ten years ago?

Qi Chu has been quiet for ten years, not pursuing those innocuous rumors.Qi Chu has been cultivating himself for ten years, and has turned a blind eye to their sporadic prying for the past ten years.Could it be, could it be that they really thought that Qi Chu had that soft temperament?

Qi Chu ten years ago was a sword born out of the world.That sword had been cut with blood.It was a sharp weapon, a heavy weapon... a country's most important weapon.Ten years later, Qi Chu has restrained his edge and become an invisible sword.He doesn't care about gossip, and he doesn't care about his own reputation.He doesn't care, are they relying on his indifference to make things worse?They have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!

People don't have a long memory, and the ministers who suffered from amnesia broke out in a cold sweat.There was a sword hanging in their hearts, and the courtiers didn't dare to talk about it anymore.The report was played very efficiently, and the morning court ended very quickly.

At the end of the morning court, Yongsi was also preparing to follow the flow of people back home.However, when he turned around and was about to leave, a father-in-law trotted over, "Master Prime Minister, Your Majesty has something important to discuss, please move to the Imperial Study Room."

The place where Wei Xiuqi met courtiers in private was the Imperial Study Room.Qi Chu has been to this place many times, but it is the first time for Yongsi.Along the way, it became more and more silent.When you walk out of the Golden Luan Hall, you can still hear the chirping of birds and insects, or the sound of palace people walking and cleaning.However, the closer it was to the imperial study room, the sound gradually disappeared.In the end, it seemed that he could not even hear his own footsteps.

Once in the acting state, Yong Si became Qi Chu.Will Qi Chu be afraid?Won't.So Yongsi will not be afraid.

The imperial study room is not big, and there is a special library for the royal family's collection of books. There are tens of thousands of books in it, which are guarded by special personnel.This imperial study room is just a place where the emperor handles official duties and takes a rest.Opening the door, Yongsi walked in alone.With a creak, the door closed.After the door was closed, the entire space became extremely dark.Not to mention resplendent and magnificent, there is not even light.

Yongsi didn't move, he stood at the door in an orderly manner, "Your Majesty, my humble minister has arrived."

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Faintly lit a lamp, the flame was very small, flickering in the lampshade.Wei Xiuqi stood beside the lamp with an indescribably strange expression on his face.The light illuminated half of his face, and the other half of his face and whole body were hidden in the darkness.

"I don't know what is your Majesty's call to come here?" Yongsi bowed his head respectfully.

"Hehe." Wei Xiuqi's voice was cold.At this moment, the icy voice seemed a little damp and slippery, fluctuating in the air, clinging to the body. "Ah Chu, come here."

It is obvious that the Qi of the real dragon is the Qi of grandeur, which is immune to all poisons and does not disturb any ghosts.Unfortunately, Wei Xiuqi himself is like a ghost right now.It's not a ghost, it's not a ghost, it's full of spooky aura.

Qi Chu is not afraid of ghosts, he has [-] dead souls, if he is afraid of ghosts, Qiao Mu will not be able to kill him.

Then, Yong Si will not be afraid of ghosts, because Qi Chu is not afraid of ghosts.

"No." Still bowing his head, he obediently walked towards Wei Xiuqi.

"Go one step further."

The candles became brighter, and the light filled half the room.

If you take another step forward, you will meet Wei Xiuqi.The emperor has orders, but the ministers dare not accept them.Yongsi took another step forward and successfully bumped into Wei Xiuqi.

"Heh." The vibration from the chest did not pass through the air, but directly passed through the flesh to the ears.Different objects are transmitted, and the sound effect is also different.

Wei Xiuqi continued to order: "Raise your head." He did as he said.

Qi Chu and Wei Xiuqi are about the same height, and naturally, Yongsi is also about the same height—even if they are different, Qiao Mu will always find a solution.

Wei Xiuqi stretched out his hand slowly, as an emperor, his hand can be said to be ugly.The skin is fair, but the hands are covered with scars.Scars can be deep or shallow, new or old.This hand slowly approached Yongsi's face, but Yongsi didn't speak or move.He lowered his eyes, out of politeness, he didn't look directly at Wei Xiuqi.The air seemed to stop moving, all sounds amplified, all movements slowed down.The moment the hand touched the skin, it was like throwing a piece of red-hot iron into the water.

——Wei Xiuqi touched the scar.

That scar was caused by Wei Xiuqi hitting Qi Chu's forehead with an inkstone.Naturally, Yongsi also has an identical piece on his head.The scabs had already scabbed over, and black blood scabs were entrenched on his forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

As if some switch was turned on, the whole space returned to normal.

"Go back to Your Majesty, it's... not hurting anymore."

Wei Xiuqi tore open the scar again, and bright red blood seeped out little by little.Yongsi answered without changing his expression that it didn't hurt.

The bright red blood gradually increased and condensed in the wound.A little more, a little more.When the time comes, they will flow down the forehead, flow over the eyes, and slide over the lips just like last time.

"Ah Chu, you're still the same as before." Wei Xiuqi tapped his lips with the finger that tore the scar off, the little blood stains on his finger left an indistinguishable color on his lips, but the smell of blood remained.Not only did they stay, but they stayed in a very natural way.Wei Xiuqi smiled casually, "Same stubborn and disobedient as before."

Yongsi pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Suddenly, Wei Xiuqi grabbed his court uniform and pulled it hard.One side of Dahong's court clothes was ripped off, and half of Yongsi's body was exposed in the air.

"Your Majesty!" He stared straight at Wei Xiuqi with blazing eyes.

"Why do you have to do this, ah—my lord prime minister." Wei Xiuqi stared fixedly at a mole on Yongsi's left shoulder, a very common mole.Wei Xiuqi's voice turned cold all of a sudden, and he said calmly, "Your Excellency is really icy and smooth." He couldn't understand what he meant by that.

Wei Xiuqi's gaffe didn't last long, he put on his smile again, "I just suddenly remembered something from the past, I feel that things are different, and I want the Prime Minister to recall memories with me. It's all right now, Prime Minister, let's go back home."

"...The humble minister will leave."

When Yongsi walked out of the imperial study room, he quickly glanced at Wei Xiuqi in the room.I saw him expressionless, his eyes staring blankly at a certain place in the void.A single light cannot illuminate the entire space, and the darkness behind him enveloped him, as if to swallow him up.

When he came out, the blood on his forehead had gradually dried up, leaving a meandering red on his face.The eunuch who led the way turned a blind eye to the embarrassment, and was only responsible for taking Yongsi out.

As soon as he returned to the prime minister's mansion, Qiao Mu noticed the abnormality on Yongsi's face, and hurriedly brought water and medicine.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer, Yongsi." Qiao Mu wiped away the blood for Yongsi with a distressed face.The old wounds were not healed and new wounds were added, and the torn scars no longer bleed.But Qiao Mu's heart was bleeding.That old injury was added by him himself.The picture of Yongsi crying in pain is still in front of his eyes, and now he is injured again!

Back to Qiao Mu, at this time, it was no longer the Prime Minister of Song Dynasty, Qi Chu, and Yong Si was now Yong Si, pure Yong Si. "It's okay, don't work hard for Mumu." Yongsi's eyes are full of attachment.This attachment, Qiao Mu saw it in his eyes and was moved in his heart.Because of this attachment, Yong Si fell into a quagmire and found it difficult to get ashore.

Sensing the change in Qiao Mu's mood, Yong Si showed a sly smile and looked up at Qiao Mu: "Yong Si hurts, Yong Si wants Mu Mu to blow! Mu Mu blow, pain to fly~"

"Okay, okay." Hearing these childish words, Qiao Mu's heart softened, and he didn't care about his image. Following Yongsi's tone, his brows and eyes were full of affection, "Mu Mu blows, pain flies."

The warm breath sprayed on the forehead, as if it could really take away the pain.Yongsi smiled sweetly, "Yongsi still wants to kiss and hug."

Shaking his head helplessly, Qiao Mu applied the medicine to Yongsi, "Yongsi is good, Mu Mu will give Yongsi the medicine and give him a hug."

"it is good!"