The son is begging for his life every day [Transmigration Book]

When Qin Guimu opened his eyes, he was at a loss.After all, no one can easily accept that one second they were in a KTV where demons are dancing wildly, and the next second they are in Wenxiang nephrite.

"Your Majesty, come and drink." A woman with a charming face and a coquettish voice leaned towards Qin Guimu's body as if she had no bones. She was holding a white jade cup with her slender fingers. Amber wine, sent straight to his mouth.

Qin Guimu was startled, jumped up immediately, and stared at the startled woman.

Standing up gave Qin Guimu a chance to see where he was.There are tall pavilions and pavilions here, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly, accompanied by the laughter and noise of women and men, and coupled with the rather revealing clothes of the woman in front of him, Qin Guimu can easily guess where it is.What confuses him is that the place in front of him cannot exist in the 21st century at all. After all, the crackdown on crime and pornography is very strict, and no one dares to make trouble in the limelight.

Coupled with this antique arrangement, it made him suspicious, where is this?

"Your Majesty?" The brothel woman who was left behind hesitated for a while, then whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

"My son?" Qin Guimu repeated, looking down at the woman, "Who are you?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed: "Where is this son playing? Let me guess, do you want to play amnesia?"

Probably because he didn't expect that Qin Shizi, who was not easy to enter the building, would be so good at playing, the woman sighed.

"My son wants to play here, you can say hello to me first, so as not to be surprised and let the servant hurt you." The woman said softly.

Qin Guimu was silent. From these few words, he learned that he is now a prince, which doesn't sound too serious.What a headache, what's going on?

"My lord, tell me what kind of amnesia you want to play with Nujia, so I can cooperate with you." The woman stood up and gathered her gauze dress, Qin Guimu squinted her eyes at this graceful figure.

"You can play by yourself." After Qin Guimu said, he passed the woman, walked to the door and opened it.

Two men dressed as servants fell in, Qin Guimu folded his arms and asked with a leisurely smile, "What are you listening to? Is it good?"

The two hurriedly got up from the ground, and smiled awkwardly: "I didn't hear anything, son, you are..."

Qin Guimu stopped when he was asked, and turned his head to look at him: "It's so late, don't you want to go home and sleep?"

Hearing this, the faces of those two people were as weird as possible.One of them boldly asked, "You mean to go home?"

"Is there any other meaning of going home?" Qin Guimu raised his eyebrows and asked.

The boy immediately shook his head, but the expression on his face was very tangled, he looked at the beautiful girl inside, and then at the smiling Qin Guimu, and asked again: "My lord, it's hard for me to come here today, so I just left like this? "

Qin Guimu pointed to the room: "If you don't want to go back, here you go, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he lifted his foot and left, another servant was busy winking, and then kept up with Qin Guimu's footsteps, leading the people downstairs to the carriage. Seeing this, the servant reluctantly went downstairs, procrastinating Pulling to keep up with the carriage, he kept murmuring in his heart: Why is the prince disobedient, he was the one who listened to him the most before, what's going on today.

Qin Guimu followed the boy's movements and got into the carriage. He waited for the carriage to stagger away before he began to sort out the clues he had obtained.

He came to an ancient time, the specific dynasty is not known, he is a son of Qin, with a soft temper, as can be seen from the attitude of the servant just now, he is probably a bit of a bun.Come to the brothel to play, maybe it was instigated by the servant.After going back and forth, Qin Guimu unexpectedly remembered a book about gay men that he had read recently.He didn't remember the name of that book, but he remembered that it was about a soft persimmon named Qin Guimu, who became black after going through all kinds of hardships, and wanted to be the emperor.

In this kind of men's book, if it's not the protagonist, but a male supporting role with more ink and ink, the general end will not be much better, and it will be used as a stepping stone for the male protagonist.Qin Guimu remembered that when this eldest son was about to become the emperor, he was stabbed to death by the sword of Master Yushitai, who had been under him for a long time.To put it bluntly, it's also the fault of Prince Ruan himself, greedy for beauty, playing with broken sleeves for nothing, and ended up playing with himself.

Seeing the miserable son receiving the bento, Qin Guimu sighed.But when he himself became a miserable soft son, his embarrassment turned into distress.

He didn't want to die, even if he was transmigrated into the book, he still wanted to live well, even if his feet were a little bit soft and aggrieved, he was still alive.Qin Guimu racked his brains to recall the contents of that book, and now the plot has just come to the point where the son enters the brothel to seek pleasure, and there is still a thousand miles away from his blackening, there is a chance to save him.

Qin Guimu was relieved, and then raised his heart again.

No, after Ruan Shizi entered the brothel, he was ginsenged by the cold and glamorous Master Yushitai the next day.

There is a regulation in this dynasty, that is, the officials of the current dynasty and the relatives of the emperor are not allowed to seek flowers and ask Liu, if they are discovered, they will be punished.

After Ruan Persimmon was imprisoned, he was fined for something.Qin Guimu thought for a long time, but had no idea, so he could only give up, rubbed his head and began to think about how to protect himself.After much deliberation, he felt that the key to saving his life was that Lord Yushitai. As long as he had a good relationship with people and became familiar with them, calling them brothers and sisters, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to save his life?

"Then, here comes the question, how should I get close to Nalan Jue?"

At dawn the next day, Qin Guimu got up and sat at the gate of the palace, with two maids squatting behind him.

Qin Wang Mansion is said to be a royal mansion, but in fact the population cannot support this title. There are only six people and a dog in total, apart from Prince Qin, there is also an old butler, two servants and two maids.

The attitude of the two maids towards Qin Guimu is quite good, but their words are not very pleasant. Qin Guimu will always be scorned when he asks anything. After two or three sentences, Qin Guimu wants to laugh a little: "You two sisters, what are you talking about?" Be merciful, if I continue, my whole body will hurt."

"Master, yesterday before you went to Xinghualou, I said that you can't go to that place. Take a look, let me make it right?" Mo said that the old prince had chosen this girl for him according to the standard of a concubine, and he hadn't laid hands on anyone until he was married, which made it embarrassing to see the two of them inside and outside the mansion.

"Yes, yes, sister Bixi is right. I won't go there anymore." Qin Guimu agreed with a smile.

"Tch, who is the elder sister called?" Bi Xi blushed again and again, "Don't yell, sir, I am just a little maid, and my life will be shortened if I am called my elder sister."

"Sister is humble." Another maid said crisply, "I, Cuihua, think you are a good sister. The son is right."

Everyone in the Wangfu knows that Cuihua is a fool with a bad brain, and she can keep her temper without being angry, but Bi Xi always feels that Cuihua's words make her feel like a stick in her throat, and she can't speak for a long time Come.

After Cuihua was finished, she turned her head and asked Qin Guimu foolishly: "My lord, it's not even light today, what are we sitting here waiting for?"

"Wait for a punishment." Qin Guimu grabbed the hem of his clothes and answered while pulling the thread out of boredom.

"Ah?" Cuihua was stunned, "What is there to wait for punishment? If it is punishment, shouldn't we run away? Master, have you burnt out your brain just like Cuihua?"

"If you run away, you will be fined more severely." Qin Guimu said in a heavy tone as he stroked a few threads.If escaping punishment can save his life, even if he keeps running, he is willing.

After tossing and turning in the middle of the night last night, Qin Guimu came to the conclusion that the current feasible solution is to follow the development of the plot first, and when the time is right, he will go to make friends with Nalan Jue.Otherwise, Mr. Ruan suddenly came to ask for friendship, it would be really weird and fatal.

"Then why didn't the prince ask for help from the old prince? He loves you so much, and he definitely doesn't want to see you punished." Cuihua affirmed.

Qin Guimu raised his eyelids, threw away the knotted thread, and said lazily: "If the old prince knew, I might die faster."

Cuihua was stunned, Bi Xi immediately thought of what happened last night: "Could it be..."

'Da da da' From the other side of Wangfu Street came the crisp sound of horse hooves, interrupting what Bi Xi was about to say.The sound of horseshoes approached, and the rider gradually revealed his true colors under the dim light of the yellow lanterns hanging high in the palace.

It was a man who was as gorgeous as jade, handsome and extremely indifferent.The man was wearing a navy blue official uniform with peacock embroidered on his chest, and a flower feather on his head. He stopped in front of Qin Guimu expressionlessly, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Nalan Jue, the left deputy capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, ordered Yuan Bo Prince Qin Guimu enters the palace."

The two servant girls standing behind Qin Guimu were a little dazed, they didn't expect to wait for Master Yushitai, who was famous in the capital.

The old god Qin Guimu stood up, patted his buttocks, looked up at the handsome man sitting on the tall horse, and asked with a smile: "Please wait a moment, my lord, I will ask someone to prepare the car."

Nalan Jue nodded indifferently, and watched Qin Guimu lower his head and explain to the servant girl behind him. Under the dim light, his pretty face was even more hazy. Qin Shizi's face was really impeccable, and Nalan Jue squinted. Under the eyes, if there is only one face to see, sometimes it is a good thing.

The carriage came quickly, and the driver was Shumo, who was more obedient. Qin Guimu didn't need Shumo's help, he just put his hands on the carriage frame and jumped up. There is something wrong with this soft son.

"Let's go." Everyone got into the carriage, Nalan Jue gave the order, and the people who came with him turned around and walked towards the palace.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Qin Guimu's face was revealed: "My lord, I don't know why His Majesty wants to see me at this time?"

It's okay not to mention it, but Nalan Jue's face became even colder when he mentioned it, and he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Qin Guimu made a cold face, touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, and sat back in the car honestly.

Nalan Jue, who was outside the car, sneered in his heart: What did I do that I have the nerve to ask? !