My old enemy always wants to kiss me [Entertainment Circle Ancient Times]

In a daze, Song Yicen felt that something grabbed him.Then, with a light body, a large amount of fresh air was poured into the nasal cavity.It's like the mute button is cancelled, and the world has sound again.

Someone was talking around him, the voice was so loud and urgent that he couldn't hear clearly.

Eyelids are heavy, too heavy to lift.

His calf was so painful that he passed out directly from the pain.

Song Yicen had a long and long dream.

In the dream, he was still the little prince of Yan country that no one cared about.

His father is the monarch of Yan Kingdom, although he is stupid, he is the king of ten thousand chariots.The mother is the lowest maid in the Pixiang Palace.

Just like the most clichéd story in the storybook, he is the product of King Yan's drunkenness.King Yan woke up from his drunkenness, and was thrown into his arms by Yingying Yanyan, who was in the palace. He didn't remember the maid who cleaned the palace.

There is no Jin seal, but no Zitang is given.There are no concubines in Pixiang Palace, and the maid in charge is kind-hearted, and she takes good care of this unlucky maid.

Originally, when he was born, the nanny was going to report to the King of Yan, but it happened that the Queen Mother passed away and closed the palace to mourn.

So in a daze, he grew up in Pixiang Palace until he was seven years old.

When he was seven years old, his mother died, and she told him before she died that he was the emperor's son.The child had just lost his mother, and knew the biological father whom he had longed for for many years. With mixed emotions of sadness and happiness, he cried and went to find his father regardless of the mother's repeated obstruction.

Stumbling all the way while running and crying, knocking over the prince who played truant to catch grasshoppers by the roadside, I don't know where he got so much strength at that time.

The prince slammed his forehead on the stone until his face was covered with blood.

The trouble went to the King of Yan, and it was only then that the King of Yan learned that he had such a young son who was only a few months younger than the crown prince.

Prince Yan's heirs are weak, and up to now he only has a lame elder son, a prince, three princesses, and such a cheap younger son who just appeared suddenly today.So even though he had no affection for this son, King Yan still raised him well.

He was only enlightened at the age of seven, and he was not born very smart, and his homework progressed slowly, which was not liked by King Yan, so he gave people with ulterior motives a chance to take advantage of it, and almost died several times.

The mother felt sorry for him, and persuaded him that it is good to be an idle prince for a lifetime.He thought about it and thought it was not bad.Then he will be a rich prince.

From then on, he fights cocks and dogs all day long, sneaks out of the palace, spends days and nights, becomes more and more lax in his homework, and uses rich clothes and fine food to make him a dandy who loves leisure, hates work, and fears the hardest.

But even so, the queen was still worried about him and wanted to get rid of him wholeheartedly.

At the age of 12, Qiu Lie lost his way alone in the forest, was shot in the calf by an arrow, and fell off his horse.If he hadn't dodged in time, he might have died on the spot.

The man drew the bow and shot again, but was shot in the heart by an arrow.

It was the first time in his life that he saw someone kill someone, and he was so frightened that he hugged his injured and painful leg and forgot that he should cry a lot.

The man who had killed the man walked up to him.

The man was tall and big, standing in front of him, covered the sun above his head, and covered a piece of shade.

He raised his head, and the life in front of him was beautiful, his facial features were clearly engraved, his figure was strong and handsome, his temperament was clear and cold, as if he was always trying to keep people away thousands of miles away.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Lin Cong." With two concise words, the man's voice was like cutting ice.

He knew about the young general Lin Cong.

Lin Cong was born in Baiding, his parents died since he was a child, he was tumbling among beggars, and he grew up eating a variety of food. He went to the battlefield at the age of 12, and made military achievements at the age of 13. He was brave and good at fighting, and made outstanding achievements repeatedly.Now he will be 17 years old, and he has been worshiped as a general of hussars.On the battlefield, a single shot made the enemy fearful and kept the border safe and peaceful.

Over the years, he almost grew up listening to Lin Cong's glorious deeds.

The palace people said that Lin Cong had four heads, eight pairs of eyes, and eight arms, and could defend against enemies from all directions on the battlefield.They also said that Lin Cong was so bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty that he drank Sanhai bowl of boy's blood every day when he didn't go to the battlefield to kill people.They finally concluded that Lin Cong was the Shifang Yama who crawled out of hell.

He blinked.It can be seen that the palace people are deceiving people again. How can there be such a beautiful Yan Luo in this world.

The pretty Lin Cong bent down, rubbed his head, and sighed, "It's so pitiful."

He tilted his head.

Poor?no.Although it was a bit hard, compared to before, he was already living a very good life as a prince.

Lin Cong suddenly stretched out his hand: "Do you want to be King Yan?"

He was taken aback.

Want to be Yan Wang?

Want to?

Actually don't want to...

It is already very good to be an idle rich prince...

The following dreams were loose and messy. He dreamed of his father's death, dreamed of the prince's assassination, dreamed of himself becoming a great treasure, and dreamed of Lin Cong saying, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you to the throne." You abdicate", dreamed of Lin Cong drinking the cup of poisoned wine, dreamed of Lin Cong's eyes full of hatred, pain, unwillingness and some emotions he could not understand when he fell in front of him, dreamed of I was shot into the water by an arrow in the chest...

He is surrounded by water, endless water that fills the sky...

Coughing painfully, he had severe chest pains.

Coughing and coughing, he opened his eyes.

The person in front of him was patting his chest.

The man looked at him.

Those were a pair of eyes he was familiar with, very much like the eyes in the dream that were full of hatred, pain, unwillingness and some emotions he couldn't understand.

"It's you!" He screamed, "Lin Cong, why are you still alive? What do you want to do to me?"

He was terrified, twisted his body to avoid Lin Cong's hand, slapped the bed, and called loudly: "Come on! Come on!"

The door slammed open, slammed against the wall, and bounced back.

The woman who rushed in from the door pushed Lin Cong away, threw herself in front of his bed, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? What's the matter? Is it because the leg hurts badly?"

Song Yicen stared at her for a long time.

It was Song Changan.The haggard Song Changan with dark circles under his eyes.his sister.

The memory came back to mind.

He is Song Yicen, not the monarch of the Yan Kingdom, but a young artist from another world in another time and space.

"I'm fine." He looked at Song Changan, who was about to cry in worry, and pulled the corners of his mouth into a blunt smile, "I had a nightmare, and I was frightened."

Then he looked at Lin Cong, who was standing stiffly with an unclear expression.

This is the screenwriter Lin Cong, the anchor Lin Cong, and the game master Lin Cong. They have nothing in common with the Hussar general Lin Cong and the regent Lin Cong.

Thinking of the indiscriminate words just now, he was a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin," he pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes to look at Lin Cong, "I seemed to be talking nonsense to you just now."