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

Song Chu was startled for a moment and touched his well-bandaged wound.

"You deliberately?"

Deliberately letting the little emperor shoot him?

Ying Cheng'an seemed stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and tapped the little eunuch on the head.

"Am I so bad in your mind?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed his big hand on the little eunuch's forehead.

He rubbed the fair skin until it turned red, and then he took back his hand with satisfaction.

"It was because the little emperor was too impatient and wanted to express himself that he recognized Feng Dong as his prey."

Ying Chengan held his chin with one hand, "Not to mention, your movements are quite like a deer."

Song Chuyi gathered his clothes and said, "Then you said I am disappointed in the emperor."

"Your Majesty is very brave."

Ying Chengan almost laughed angrily.

"Brave?"

"Are you saying that he was brave enough to shoot an arrow without even seeing the prey clearly?"

"If you hadn't reacted quickly, the arrow would have hit your heart."

Ying Chengan tugged at the corner of the little eunuch's mouth.

"So you're still not disappointed in him?"

"If it hadn't been for you today, it would have been someone else's life."

"You still think he's brave?"

Not to mention, when Ying Chengan said this, Song Chuyi really felt that something was wrong with the little emperor.

His expression was slightly relaxed, which was also noticed by Ying Chengan.

"You still have to follow him now, huh?"

Song Chuyi blinked slightly and asked: "If I don't follow the emperor, who can I follow?"

"I am a eunuch. I cannot marry and have children after leaving the palace."

After all, the hardware conditions are not there.

Moreover, he is naturally crooked and does not want to harm other people's good girls.

"At least you can have enough food and clothing by staying with the emperor, and you can still behave like a human being."

He crossed his arms and looked serious.

"At least on the surface, no one dares to bully me."

Ying Chengan narrowed his eyes, "Who bullied you?"

After so many words, he just listened to this sentence.

Song Chuyi coughed lightly, "Not yet, but if I leave the emperor, maybe there will be."

When Ying Chengan heard this, his expression improved.

"Have you ever heard the saying that good birds choose trees to roost in?"

"If you leave the little emperor, you will naturally have a better place to go."

Ying Chengan almost had the words "come to me" written on his face.

However, the little eunuch looked like he was pretending to be stupid, which made Ying Chengan grit his teeth.

"Then the little emperor is so good, huh?"

It's not that Song Chuyi thought the little emperor was good, the main reason was that he didn't understand the background of the story and didn't know if there was anything unusual about the little emperor.

What if there are strange elements in this world, such as a time-traveling woman suddenly appearing next to the little emperor?

What if he follows Ying Chengan every day and misses the plot point?

Seeing the little eunuch's hesitation, Ying Cheng'an felt a little satisfied.

It seems that this greedy little eunuch wants to catch both ends.

No matter, the greedy little guy always needs some time to swing.

He would let him know who would be the good wood.

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The winter hunting day was over, and Song Chuyi returned to the little emperor.

In the Yangxin Hall, the little emperor looked at the little eunuch in front of him, and the scene of Ying Chengan picking him up kept flashing in his mind.

He thought for two seconds and said, "Little Chuzi, would you like to go to Tai'an Mansion?"

Song Chuyi raised his head in surprise, "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"Go to Tai'an Mansion to serve Uncle Wang." The young emperor emphasized, "Come back to get some information when necessary."

Song Chuyi suddenly realized that it seemed that the little emperor wanted him to be a spy.

Yes, the little emperor has been suffering from the regent for a long time.

Ninety percent of the people in this court were Ying Chengan's people.

The little emperor wanted to govern the world, but he was unable to do so.

Before Song Chuyi could answer, the little emperor had already sent someone to take him to Tai'an Mansion.

In front of Tai'an Mansion, the housekeeper personally received him.

"Your Excellency has been waiting for a long time."

The housekeeper led him to Ying Chengan's study.

In the study, Ying Chengan discussed border defense matters with several subordinates.

Hearing footsteps, he waved away his subordinates.

Song Chuyi stood at the door and watched the tall and powerful generals leaving the study.

They still had a chilling blood about them, as if they had just returned from the battlefield.

"Still not coming in?"

Ying Cheng'an's slightly cold voice sounded in Song Chuyi's ears.

As soon as Song Chu came to his senses, he walked in and closed the study door.

Ying Chengan looked at him with a faint smile, "Are you disappointed with the little emperor this time?"

Song Chuyi walked over quickly, put one hand on the table, and spoke with a smile.

"No, I think the emperor is even more powerful."

"He saw how much you care about me, so he sent me as a spy."

Song Chuyi didn't believe that Ying Cheng'an didn't know that the emperor sent him to be a spy.

Instead of waiting for Ying Chengan to go crazy, he might as well confess it himself.

When Ying Chengan heard this, he didn't show any surprise, as if he already knew about the matter.

He pointed at the little eunuch and said, "Come here."

Song Chu walked over obediently, and as soon as he got closer, Ying Chengan grabbed his arm.

Ying Chengan's palm was large and a little hard, and it felt like he was going to crush his arm with just a little force.

"Be gentle." He whispered softly, "It hurts."

Ying Chengan relaxed a little and spoke as if he was a little unhappy.

"You're so young, what will you do next?"

He had some dirty thoughts that he couldn't express clearly, so he whispered.

"Then the little emperor sent you to be a spy next to me, what about you?"

He pulled the person into his arms.

"Did you ever want to bring him good news?"

Song Chuyi was about to answer when he heard Ying Chengan say:

"I have no interest in the throne."

"It's just that the little emperor is still far from being able to take charge of the overall situation, so I am the one who takes charge."

"If you want to send him a message, that's okay."

The smile on Ying Chengan's lips deepened, "It's just that there is a price to pay for this news."

Song Chuyi asked as he expected: "What price?"

Ying Cheng'an tapped Song Chuyi's eyebrows, "You need to realize it yourself."

"When you realize it and understand it, the news will be automatically delivered to you."

"Understand?"

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

As expected of an ancient man, he speaks in convoluted ways!

Can't you be more straightforward?

Song Chuyi complained bitterly in his heart and responded slowly: "Oh."

He didn't realize it and was anxious to death.

But since Ying Chengan has no intention of usurping the throne, he shouldn't have usurped the throne in the background of the story, right?

After all, he hasn't had time to do anything yet, and Ying Chengan won't change his mentality because of his greetings in the past few days.

This can only show that Ying Chengan did not usurp the throne.

So how did he become the villain who destroyed the world?

Song Chuyi didn't know at this time that it was already a miracle for Ying Cheng'an that the little eunuch didn't die.

From the moment he opened his eyes on the snow, his fate had been reversed.

In the study room, Ying Chengan saw that the young eunuch looked like he couldn't react, so he pinched his cheek again.

After following the little emperor for so long, I still can't figure out his thoughts.

So stupid.