If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi didn't understand what Ying Cheng'an on the other side meant.

Logically speaking, Ying Chengan should hate the little emperor.

By the way, Ying Cheng'an received the story of Xiao Tong's misunderstanding.

That's even more wrong.

Although he did not receive the background of the story, with the villain's temperament, he would definitely not be able to deal with the little emperor.

If that's the case, then why does Ying Cheng'an still ask for his opinion?

Several thoughts flashed through Song Chuyi's mind. He lowered his head and quickly replied: "Sir, I am just a little slave and I cannot be the master."

Ying Chengan looked at the little eunuch with interest.

She said that she was just a little slave, but she dared to call herself "I" in front of him. She was really spoiled.

No wonder, in the strange "story book", his little nephew actually disturbed the peace of his Tai'an mansion for a little eunuch.

Ying Cheng'an's eyes narrowed slightly, and an intimidating aura weighed heavily on Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi's face suddenly turned pale.

"Can't decide?" Ying Chengan said with a smile, "What a person who can't decide."

"If that's the case, then go back and tell your master that this winter hunt..."

Before he finished speaking, the little eunuch with red lips and white teeth suddenly looked up at him.

There was a little pleading in those beautiful eyes.

The words that came to my lips somehow became, "I'll participate."

After he finished speaking, Ying Chengan realized what he had said. His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous look flashed through his eyes.

"But there's a condition."

Song Chu's eyes brightened slightly, "What are the conditions?"

Ying Chengan tapped his index finger on the heater in his palm and pondered for two seconds, as if he thought of something interesting, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"From today on, you have to come to my Tai'an Mansion to pay my respects every day. How about that?"

Song Chuyi:...

Although this condition is quite annoying, it is convenient for him!

He is worried that he can't find a reason to contact the villain. If he doesn't fall asleep, will someone give him a pillow?

Song Chuyi suppressed the joy in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be frightened and responded: "Okay, sir."

Ying Chengan was satisfied and waved his hand, "You can go back and resume your life."

Song Chu bowed, turned around and walked out.

The pain coming from his ankle made him subconsciously not want to use his left foot, and he seemed to be limping when he walked.

After taking just two steps, he was stopped by Ying Chengan.

"stop."

Song Chuyi looked back at him, with a bit of confusion on his face.

"Is there anything else, sir?"

Ying Chengan's eyes fell on Song Chuyi's left calf, "What's wrong with the leg?"

"I accidentally twisted it on the way here." Song Chuyi explained.

Ying Chengan glanced at the embarrassed look on the little eunuch's body, "The little emperor loves you so much that he can't even let you sit in the sedan chair?"

The Yangxin Palace was far away from his Tai'an Mansion, so the little eunuch walked there on foot. No wonder something happened to the little eunuch in the storybook.

Song Chuyi's long eyelashes trembled and he whispered: "I'm just a slave."

In fact, the little emperor has no money at all!

Everything in the palace is simple. Although there are sedan bearers, there is no sedan chair.

The only sedan was the emperor's sedan used when he went to worship his ancestors. With his original identity, it was impossible for him to sit in that sedan.

When Ying Chengan heard this, he felt a hint of unhappiness in his heart.

“You want to walk back even if your foot is injured?”

He called his subordinates, "Get a bottle of blood-removing ointment for Xiao Chuzi, and send him back safely in a sedan."

The subordinates quickly followed the order and made a "please" gesture to Song Chuyi.

When Song Chu saw that he didn't have to leave by himself, he smiled brightly at Ying Cheng'an.

"Thank you, sir."

After saying that, he turned around and left with Ying Chengan's subordinates.

Ying Chengan was alone in the study, tapping the heater with his fingertips.

After a while, he suddenly chuckled.

"You look pretty good when you smile."

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In the sedan chair back to Yangxin Hall, Song Chuyi took the blood-stasis removing ointment and applied it to himself.

Not to mention, this medicine is quite effective, and the pain disappears immediately after applying it.

He collected the remaining ointment and arrived at the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart amidst the slight jolts of the sedan chair.

There were only two guards guarding outside the Yangxin Hall. When they saw him coming back, they saluted him.

As the most favored little eunuch around the little emperor, these guards were naturally very polite to him.

It was the first time for Song Chuyi to be a eunuch, and he was a little uncomfortable with his current status.

When he saw the guards saluting, he nodded to them and returned the salute.

The two guards were obviously stunned.

Song Chuyi didn't care about that, pushed open the door of Yangxin Hall and walked in.

After closing the door, the little emperor rushed over with an anxious look on his face.

"How about it?"

Song Chuyi gave him an "OK" gesture.

The little emperor imitated his gesture and gestured "OK", "Little Chuzi, what does this mean?"

Song Chuyi coughed slightly, "My lord, I agreed."

The little emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little Chuzi takes action, one can stand up to two!"

"Late night snack and meal."

The little emperor was very happy and ordered the imperial kitchen to make a supper tonight.

Song Chuyi looked at the little emperor in front of him, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looking handsome.

Xu is still young, with a hint of childishness on the little emperor's face, but sitting in this high position, he has a maturity that is not among his peers.

Compared with Ying Chengan, who had a restrained and incomprehensible aura, the little emperor in front of him was really easy to understand.

The ministers in this court are all human beings, and they don't know how to coax the little emperor in private.

"Why does little Chuzi look at me like this?"

The little emperor asked in confusion, "What did the Prince Regent say to you?"

He said this with clear concern on his face.

The young emperor knew very well how powerful the regent was in the court now.

There is no one available around him, only the little Chuzi who grew up with him can be trusted.

If even the young son turned over to the regent, then he would really have no one around him to use.

When he thought of this, the little emperor's eyes became a little gloomier.

Song Chuyi had a clear view of the little emperor's expression.

"Although the regent agreed to participate in the winter hunting, there is a condition."

The little emperor was shocked and asked hurriedly: "What are the conditions?"

"He asked me to go to Tai'an Mansion every day to ask for his blessing." Song Chuyi also stated the conditions for accepting the promise.

The little emperor's face turned pale, "Little Chuzi, even you want..."

Song Chuyi said quickly: "Your Majesty, I will not betray you."

"I think the regent is just bored and wants to play with me."

"Don't worry, I can just say hello to him every day."

"After all, I am yours, the emperor. On the surface, he doesn't dare to do anything to me."

The little emperor was comforted and his complexion gradually improved.

"Thank you for your hard work, little Chuzi."

He knew that the regent was ruthless, and he didn't know how he would torture the little Chuzi.

"Little Chuzi, if the regent goes too far, please report my name."

"It will probably make him hesitate for a few seconds."

Song Chu smiled and said, "Okay."