After dressing as a sick and weak villain

"Master Chu is not here now." The guard at the door explained with a pleasant face.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a friendly smiling face. Duan Se was about to cry again for a while, sniffed and said, "Then when will he come back?"

"Uh, I don't know about this villain." The servant opened the door a little, "Why don't you come in and have a seat first with your majesty and your highness. Your lord has ordered that if your majesty comes to look for you, you must take good care of her."

Niangniang.

Duan Se burst into tears.

She has always been the most despicable daughter of a criminal subject, when was she ever called empress.

Hastily brought Jiang Yanchi into the high courtyard.

Jiang Yanchi didn't say anything along the way, the places he passed were all meticulously trimmed flowers and plants, the stone bricks under his feet were all polished evenly, and the vermilion wooden pillars were all freshly painted last year, making them bright and eye-catching.

After the corner, there is another elegant rockery, and the gurgling water behind the mountain meanders into a small bamboo forest behind.

This house located in the center of the imperial city can be built so big.

Jiang Yanchi just thought so, and Duan Se said: "What a big mansion..."

"Oh, this piece of land was not given by His Majesty, but our adults bought it ourselves. It was originally a small piece, but over the years, others bought and sent it to others, and the adults combined a piece of land to repair and incorporate it... I don’t know why. I feel, the mansion is so big." The servant respectfully led the way, "This way."

It was sent by others.

In this place where every inch of land is very expensive, what kind of people can be given away.

His eyes swept away and fell on the koi in the flowing water.

That suit is extremely rare, just one may cost hundreds of baht.

Not to mention anything else, just the young servant who is leading the way in front of him is also wearing the Muyun brocade which is hard to find in the imperial city, and the shoes are all embroidered with gold thread.

Chu Mansion.Chu Xie.

Jiang Yanchi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"arrive."

The servant opened the door, called someone to serve a pot of hot tea, and treated the two of them as guests.

Jiang Yanchi and Duan Se looked at each other.

After living for so long, it was the first time he was cared for so thoughtfully.

"Your highness and empress can take a bath and burn incense first, and then have some lunch. The villain will go and prepare it for you." The servant bowed and exited, closing the door carefully.

When Jiang Yanchi saw the windows on all sides of the house, he found it very strange.Just looking all the way around, I also found that all the houses in the Chu Mansion have a lot of windows.

"It seems that His Highness the Crown Prince really won't be able to leave Zhao Prison..." Duan Se looked at the elegant and expensive ornaments in the room, and couldn't help but get red eyes again, "I never thought that our mother and son could really wait for this day... "

It's too early to be happy.

Jiang Yanchi glanced around the room, frowning almost invisibly.

I'm afraid this place--

It is a thousand times more terrifying than the cold palace.

***

slap——

In the cold and damp dungeon, the painful wailing of the whipped people continued to be heard.

The long whip was swung down mercilessly, and the human voice gradually became weaker and finally disappeared.

The sound of pattering footsteps approached, and at the corner, the jailer rushed over with flattering faces on small steps, prostrated himself at Chu Xie's feet, beat his legs for him, wiped off the blood on his face with a smile, and said, "The palm print, he Dizzy, fainted."

With evenly resting fingers, he picked up the elegantly carved white jade cup, sipped the tea carefully, and asked questions without raising his eyes.

"about to die?"

"Well, that's not the case. Even those who were rich and precious in the past have never been tortured, so they can't bear the pain." The jailer observed the words and expressions, and raised his hands to take the tea in Chu Xie's hand. "The tea is cold, my little one." Somebody go get you a change..."

Chu Xie looked at the blood on his hand, frowned slightly, and did not hand it over.

The jailer withdrew his hand with an embarrassing smile, wiped the blood on his body, and bowed his body: "Why don't you wait outside, so as not to dirty the eyes of the palm print."

The fire in Zhao Prison was dimly lit, casting that handsome silhouette on the wet stone wall.The already thin outline is even more clear, and the eyes are bright.

Chu Xie smiled.

"No, I like to see people cry."

Putting the black fox fur cloak on his body, he walked slowly towards the corner.As he walked further in, a suffocating sense of oppression hit his face, his hands trembled slightly, and his steps inevitably staggered.

"Palmprint!" The little jailer exclaimed.

Crossing the corner, the scarred man tied to the wooden frame came into view.

Chu Xie quickly found the only window in the dark room, fixed his eyes on it, and took a few breaths slowly.

The jailer opened the wooden door, and Chu Xie lowered his head to enter.

The jailer wanted to close the door behind him, Chu Xie immediately raised his hand: "Don't close the door."

"Alas." He touched the bloody wounds, like a jackal sympathizing with a lamb's wound, and scolded: "You guys are too ruthless."

His eyes fell on the fainted face of the man.

He pinched his jaw again and again, and raised his drooping head high.

With a cold voice.

"Wake up."

Half a bucket of cold water was poured down, and the ice water splashed on Chu Xie's shoes.

"Do you understand the rules?" The jailer kicked the pourer down, hurriedly took off his coat, lay down on the ground and carefully wiped Chu Xie's shoes, "Paw prints, newcomer, clumsy. You see Let's make it..."

What a big dog leg.

"It's okay."

Fortunately, Chu Xie seemed to be in a good mood. Before the jailer wiped the shoe surface clean, he stepped on the puddle and walked up to the prisoner. Looking at the prisoner's eyes, they opened eyes that were hazy at first, and then became sharp again in an instant. Like a falcon, wishing he could cut himself into flesh with his eyes.

"Chu Xie castrates the dog!"

"The subordinates don't understand the rules, so they are a bit harsher." He spoke lazily, with a smile on his lips, "His Royal Highness, you can only take more care of yourself."

"You bastard, bastard! Sooner or later, you will be hacked into pieces! Let go of me, you... When I inherit the throne, you..."

The jailer laughed loudly, and slapped the whip on the man, bringing out a little blood: "Your Highness is called by the palm print, don't you just think that you are still that high-ranking prince? The old man Sun Yanqin has been exiled!" , all three clans of your uncle’s family have been implicated, and now that you have no backers, you still want to inherit the throne and dream of your spring and autumn!”

The waste prince was shaking like chaff.

"You dare to touch me, I am the only prince of the kingdom! I am the only son of the emperor!"

Chu Xie smiled faintly: "You are not."

"You forgot, you still have a younger brother."

The deposed prince's face suddenly changed: "You mean Jiang Yanchi, that little bastard? You want to make him emperor? It's ridiculous...it's really ridiculous!"

When the whip came down, he saw blood again, and he couldn't laugh at all.

He cursed viciously: "You bastard without roots! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Chu Xie smiled coldly. After watching enough dramas, he felt that the prison was still too dark, so he quietly tore the neckline open a little, and his head was already dizzy. ,Do not disappoint me."

After walking out of the cold Zhao Prison, Chu Xie finally felt the warm sunshine.

Let out a long breath——

The trembling left hand that had been hidden in the sleeve finally calmed down.

Why did a person like him who is dizzy and has serious psychological problems get such a perverted villain script?

Fuck it.

Seen from afar, this mighty and powerful Master Zhangyin stands alone outside the gate of Zhao Prison. The sun is shining brightly on him, but it can't drive away the coldness enveloping him.

The entourage behind him glanced at him from a distance, bowed and saluted, and then went to fetch the carriage, not daring to slack off at all.

After all, the person he is serving now is the eunuch in charge of the court's ceremonial supervisor, and now the leading person in power in the Great Wei Dynasty——Chu Xie.

Ever since Emperor Changping became seriously ill half a year ago, Chu Xie, as an eunuch with palm prints, passed on the will of the emperor from generation to generation, arbitrarily intervening in politics, causing a bloody storm in the previous court in just six or seven months.

Eliminate dissidents and form cliques for personal gain.

The cruelty and viciousness of the means makes people's expressions change.

Chu Xie looked around and saw that only the hidden guards were hiding in the distance.

Finally alone.

The semi-permanent sneer on his face was finally able to relax, he rubbed the muscles on his cheeks, and relaxed his expression.

The entourage arrived in front of him in a magnificent carriage inlaid with gold and jade. Chu Xie adjusted his expression, raised his chin, and Shi Shiran got into the carriage, and opened the curtains on both sides, which were also half covered.Even so, Chu Xie was still very resistant to riding in a carriage.

"Congratulations to the host, successfully completed the plot of 'Persecution of the Former Prince'."

"Ah."

Pulling the neckline further apart, he breathed in the fresh air vigorously.

"What's the next plot?"

"Let me unlock it... Ah, it's loaded, it's 'First Encounter with the Protagonist'. This plot is simple, without blood, and without a dark room!" The system said happily.

Is it finally time to meet the little protagonist?

As soon as Chu Xie stopped the sedan chair, he heard the report from the government soldiers, saying that Duan Se had brought the child.

On the tall building far away, Chu Xie saw the mother and child sitting inside through the wide open window.

13-year-old Jiang Yanchi.

With red lips and white teeth, she looks cute.

Chu Xie narrowed his eyes slightly.

Is this the fucking dog bizizi who will hold himself in the vegetable market four years later and cut him alive for a hundred and eight dollars?

The boy's pupils were as dark as the sun, and his brows were somewhat handsome, resembling his mother's demeanor when she was young.

The boy seemed to feel something, turned his head suddenly, and met his eyes.

There is a kind of embarrassment of being caught peeping.

Chu Xie was taken aback, could he be found so far away?

Alright, let's get to work.

Continue with the plot.

***

"he came."

Before Jiang Yanchi finished speaking, he heard footsteps outside. First, the servants pushed the door open, and two servants came in with charcoal basins and put down their things.

Then all the windows on all sides were opened, and the wind blew into the room, and Jiang Yanchi smelled a scent of cypress.

Looking up again, he saw that the man had come in.

Dressed in a black fox fur long fur, holding a brocade-covered gold silk stove in his hand, black boots wrapped in thin and long calves and hidden under the long clothes.

The cloak was dotted with vermilion fine velvet, which covered half of his face, like red plums and night snow, making his complexion as white as jade.

This palm print is younger than expected.

And unexpectedly, she was such a beautiful and elegant beauty.

Jiang Yanchi followed Duan Se, before the two could stand up completely, Chu Xie said politely: "Sit down quickly, you two don't need to be polite."

Chu Xie sat on a fur-covered seat, clutched the stove in his hand, and said with concern and regret: "These many years, it's the empress and Your Highness who have suffered."

After hearing this, Duan Se's nose became sour, and tears rolled out unconsciously.

"It's not really hard...it's just Ah Yu, it's really pitiful to follow me..."

Chu Xie frowned a little, and with a wink, the servant handed the clean handkerchief to Duan Se.

"Master Chu is really a good person. In this world, there is almost no one who takes pity on our mother and child... Thank you for being willing to take us out of the cold palace..."

Chu Xie took a sip of tea silently, but looked at the little highness beside him from the corner of his eye.

I was thinking in my heart: I don't know if it is suffering or not, but the protagonist and his mother were raised by the cold palace to be extraordinarily innocent.

Chu Xie made a professional smirk just right, as if empathizing with her: "Oh, my mother's hard life can be regarded as..."

dong dong dong.

Someone knocked on the door, Chu Xie turned around and saw the steward handing over a pleading paper: "It's from Zhao prison."

It was a thick stack of paper, with blood splattered all over it.

Chu Xie took the paper with his white fingers, his fingertips were stained a little red by the wet blood, and he looked carefully at each page without changing his expression.

His movements are graceful as if he were reading a collection of poetry.

Duan Se was startled by the blood.

"Where are people?" After reading it, he asked quietly.

"One leg was broken, and the other end sent a message saying that whether you can survive tonight depends on luck." The steward lowered his voice, Duan Se probably didn't hear it, but Jiang Yanchi heard every word.

"good fortune."

Chu Xie smiled slightly, put the accusation in his hand back neatly, and took a handkerchief to wipe off the blood in his hand.

Smiling: "In my opinion, he doesn't have this kind of luck."

The steward got a hint, glanced at the two in front of Chu Xie, bowed to the three of them, and hurriedly withdrew.

Jiang Yanchi remained calm, but his heart suddenly sank.

He raised his head and looked at Duan Se, who was still not understanding the situation, and said softly, "Mother, I don't want to live here."