After dressing as a sick and weak villain

Jiang Yanchi vaguely heard the chirping of birds and the cold wind blowing on his face.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he found himself lying by the lake again, his head hurting, and everything blurred in front of him gradually became clear.The familiar scene made him feel confused.

In late autumn, beside the lake, there are palace people hurrying to and fro.

Climbing to the lakeside again, this is myself at the age of thirteen or fourteen.Looking at his tiny palm, he once again fell into deep confusion.

Jiang Yanchi got up and heard a court lady recognized him and saluted him: "Your Highness."

He was born again.

Um, again?Why again?

Shaking his head vigorously, his thoughts seemed to become very unclear.

When I sorted out my chaotic thoughts, there was only one sentence left in my mind.

All over again, everything can be over again.In her previous life, Chu Xie passed away early, and died so tragically in her arms.

Hurry up, this time he must save him!

He shook his head vigorously, staggered two steps, stood firmly, and walked towards the cold palace. When standing at the door of the cold palace, a gust of cold wind brushed his sleeves, and when he looked up, he saw a dark cloud covering the bright sunshine.

The familiar yet unfamiliar Leng Gong suddenly became gloomy.

With a creak, he pushed the door open.

In front of the half-open door, under the dry pear tree, the familiar figure stands solemnly.Jiang Yanchi's heart softened a little, and he pushed the door open completely.

Under the trunk of a pear tree, leaning against a snow-white and slender body.

The black blood at the corner of Duan Se's mouth had just solidified, her deep purple thin lips were still bitten tightly, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and she was still in extreme pain before she died, her eyes were not even closed, and her pupils were already dilated.

Auntie is dead.

This time it is true.

how is this possible.

Jiang Yanchi's pupils trembled violently, his whole body trembled, his knees suddenly softened and he almost fell to the ground, he managed to hold on to the door, his fingernails pinching the old rotten wood, and bright red blood dripped from his fingers.

"Chu... rest."

Jiang Yanchi murmured, stretching out his bloody hand, "Impossible, absolutely impossible...impossible..."

Covering his head with his hands, he took several steps back.

How could Ah Xie kill his mother.This is absolutely impossible!

"Huh?" The lazy, rising nasal voice came to the ear through the cold wind, and it sounded loose and cold, "I see."

Seeing that Chu Xie kicked it lightly, he kicked the vermilion porcelain bottle to Duan Se's hand, and said slowly, "Why did I see it?"

The casual glance was full of hunting-like cruelty.

With some bloodthirsty brutality.

"Yeah." He seemed to be very sorry, "He is the last prince. If you die again, it will be very troublesome to support the son of the clan."

His tone was not good, and he was tinged with uncontrollable depression, and his eyes were as sharp as a flensor when he turned again.

It seemed that Jiang Yanchi had caused him great trouble.

After a while, he made up his mind and slowly took out a small knife from his sleeve, "But there seems to be no other way."

Before Jiang Yanchi could react, several hidden guards around him suddenly appeared and held him down in the mud—with almost no resistance, Jiang Yanchi was trembling, and when he looked up, he could see the redness in his eyes. With this confusion and pain, "Chu Xie..."

"Be obedient."

Chu Xie approached, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and put the knife in front of his left eyeball, "Otherwise it will hurt."

Looking at the eyes, the movements froze.

Chu Xie seemed surprised.

He was obviously so scared that he was crying, and the tears fell down one by one, full of disbelief and excruciating pain.

But the Second Highness didn't blink his eyes.

There is a slight difference in the eyes, and there are sharp knife points printed on them.

Chu Xie narrowed his eyes a little bit, as if he had discovered something interesting, he didn't kill him with a single knife, but played with the knife in his hand, and cut an inch-long wound on his cheek, blood and tears mixed together, dripping from his chin.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me." He said with a half-smile, "Then why are you crying?"

"Why did you kill my mother?" Jiang Yanchi trembled all over, his eyes gradually became sharper, as if looking at a stranger, he asked in a low growl, "Why, why did you kill her!"

The man's Qingjun eyebrows and eyes were full of playful dark light. Seeing Jiang Yanchi's resistance and anger, he put away the knife in his hand with great interest.

A backhand grabbed his neck.

He drew his fingers together, skillfully forcing him out of breath, before releasing them leisurely.

When Jiang Yanchi was about to speak, he drew back again.

After repeating this several times, the 13-year-old child in front of him has dim eyes and confused consciousness.

Only then did Chu Xie slowly take out the handkerchief in his sleeve, and gently wiped the blood off Jiang Yanchi's face, saying, "My dear child, you can only become emperor after she dies."

"Using a woman's life can change the position of the crown prince of Wei. This is an opportunity that many people can't ask for. You should kneel on the ground and kowtow to me to thank you."

A ruthless cold light shot from the bottom of his eyes, the pair of eyes overlooking him were so strange.

"like this."

Lifting his feet, he stepped on his head in the dirt, his forehead touched the ground, and his shoulder blades were tightly suppressed, unable to break free for a while.

Chu Xie?

No, this man.

he--

who is it.

The long eyelashes blinked slowly, and he rolled up his sleeves freely, retracted that foot and squatted down.

"I wanted to stab her in the heart with a knife. But, she had dirty Yueshi's blood on her body, and I was afraid that my sleeves would be stained. So I changed it to killing with poison, wasting an extra stick of time. I didn't expect to be seen by you, if I want to complain, I will blame your bad luck."

He smiled lowly, his gloomy eyes were extremely fierce.

"But what to do, the poison is used up." He pressed the knife to Jiang Yanchi's heart, pushing it in bit by bit.

The tip of the knife pierces the skin, bringing a cold touch.

It was like a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up.

The feeling of suffocation hit his face, making it unbearable for him.

After Jiang Yanchi struggled vigorously, he knocked down the man in black on the right. Chu Xie's eyes flashed darkly, and before he could take a few steps back, he was slapped on the heart and spit out blood, "You who is it?!"

This person is not Chu Xie.

What about Chu Xie?

He didn't seem to have expected that this child would have such good kung fu at such a young age.

But after all, he was just a 13-year-old kid.Soon got caught again.

This time, Chu Xie stepped on the bone of his right hand decisively first, with a click.

Only then did he wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, and sneered, "Huh? Since I was born in the cold palace, I have lived on my last breath for 13 years. You still have such good skills, boy, you are not easy."

Pushing the short dagger into Jiang Yanchi's chest without hesitation, he looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"How can it be a kind person. Fortunately, it was smashed today."

Blood gushed out and splashed on that familiar face.But he didn't even blink.

"It also prevents you from being betrayed and calculated after you are promoted to the throne of God."

no.Chu Xie is afraid of blood.

What he fears most is killing people with a dagger.

Every time he was fierce, he was fierce and soft inside.He has never used ruthless means like the person in front of him, and after a moment of deliberation, he chooses the most decisive way to kill people decisively.

Rather kill by mistake, don't let it go.

This is not Chu Xie's way of doing things.

what happened.

What about Chu Xie?

where is he.

A mouthful of blood was vomited out of his mouth, and he heard the man's low sarcasm.

He is going to die.

The one who just came back to life, why——died so easily.

He hasn't, hasn't rescued Ah Xie yet, so why did he drag A Niang in again.

The body fell and fell to the ground.

It's a dream.

This must be a dream.

Jiang Yanchi's eyes were gradually covered by icy darkness.

Woke up again, only to find that I was lying in someone's arms, and the room was filled with the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine.The quilt covering his body was warm and familiar, and the faint scent of cypress reassured him.

But it also instantly reminded him of the terrifying eyes in the dream, and immediately turned over, but his head was groggy, and his eyes were black.

Duan Se was coming in with the medicine, put it down quickly, and supported him: "Ayu, what's wrong with Ayu, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

He heard A Niang's voice, and then slowly separated the memory from the too real dream just now.

Yes, he was born again.

He met Ah Xie instead of the strange man in his dream.

Ah Xie, by the way, Ah Xie!

He looked at the person sleeping peacefully in the quilt, his eye feathers were moved by his fuss, and he was slowly opening his eyes.

The eyes were a little confused, and after seeing himself clearly, they turned into a gentle smile, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Well, it seems that the burn is gone."

He took out the coat in front of the bed and put it on, and said coldly, "I won't take you to the night market anymore, I'm still alive, why are you so sick?"

Jiang Yanchi stretched out his hand to grab Chu Xie's slender wrist. The piercing eyes in the dream still lingered in his mind, and he shouted as if confirming, "Chu Xie?"

Immediately, he was tapped hard on the forehead.

"It's not big or small." He straightened his sleeves slowly, looking down at the child on the bed, "Master Chu."

"Master Chu..."

Jiang Yanchi clutched his forehead, and slowly loosened the tight string in his heart.

It's just a dream.Yes, it was because I went to soak in the lake for too long last night that I had such a nightmare.

But how could it be so real.

It was true that after he woke up, he was still anxious, his heart was beating like a drum, and his hairs were standing on end.

It's as troubled as Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly.

"What's the matter, still feeling uncomfortable?" Chu Xie brought him the medicine, and tried his forehead again, "It's not hot anymore."

Jiang Yanchi held those soft fingers, as if grasping a little bit of hope.

Fortunately, what happened just now was a dream.

What is now is his real life.

The eye circles were a little red, and she grabbed the hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and hugged the person in front of her tightly: "I had a terrible dream."

"...?"

Chu Xie frowned delicately.

Have a nightmare and cry like this?

Speechless.

But he was still sick, Chu Xie didn't show any disgust, just tore off his hand and handed the medicine bowl to him.

"Drink the medicine. After drinking the medicine, you will feel comfortable, and you won't have nightmares in the future."

Jiang Yanchi drank the medicine sullenly, and then raised his eyes, only to see a faint smile in Chu Xie's eyes.

This was the Ah Xie he was familiar with.

The uneasiness in Jiang Yanchi's heart dissipated one by one, and he was slowly withdrawn from the absurd and terrifying nightmare just now.

The bone-eating coldness lingering in his heart also went away from him.

It was replaced by gentle warmth.

Jiang Yanchi breathed a sigh of relief, never thought that he would also be drenched in cold sweat because of a nightmare.

That's fake.

It really was just a nightmare, but luckily he woke up.

The magpies outside the window chirped and jumped around on the branches.

Author has something to say: inspired by comments.

Haha feel the difference between Yuan Chu's true ruthlessness and Chu Zai's fake ruthlessness.

By the way, he avenged Yuan Chu a little bit...and asked him to kill Jiang Zai once.