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

After repeating it countless times, he fainted.

Ying Chengan's condition at this time is not good either.

The eyes were bloodshot and red.

This is only the first day and it is already so tortured. I don’t know what will happen in the remaining six days.

Fortunately, the first day passed without incident.

The fragrance in the room gradually dissipated, and Ying Chengan stood up and walked out.

"Go get some food."

Ying Chengan's voice was hoarse, "Have you found the second kind of strange flower?"

The subordinate did not dare to raise his head and only responded: "Found it."

Ying Chengan took the food, ordered his subordinates to bring the second kind of strange flower, and then returned to the room.

The little eunuch was still unconscious.

Ying Chengan fed him some water and then leaned aside to take a nap.

I don't know how long it took before Song Chuyi woke up.

He sat up in a daze and found that there were different flowers placed next to him than yesterday.

But the difference is that they all taste good.

Today's fragrance is like cedar, with a bit of coldness, but also faintly mixed with charming sweetness.

A very complex smell, but still quite pleasant.

Song Chuyi could still have some sense at this time. Seeing that there was food on the table, he got up and ate by himself.

As soon as he was half full, Ying Chengan walked out from behind the screen.

He changed his clothes. Different from his usual meticulous brocade clothes, today he wore extremely loose clothes.

The kind of looseness that exposes the chest with a slight tug.

Ying Chengan saw him eating and calmly walked to him and sat down.

Song Chuyi ate for a while and then asked: "Didn't your Excellency go to the morning court?"

"I won't go to court early these days." Seeing that he had almost eaten, Ying Cheng'an bent down and picked him up.

He walked to the bed in a few steps and put him down.

"You should take a good rest here."

Song Chuyi also knew that he was injured and should take a good rest, but he also felt that Ying Chengan's attitude was a bit strange.

He seemed to have forgotten something important.

It seems to be related to his injury.

The little eunuch seems to be rational, but in fact his memory has begun to become confused due to the effects of the poison.

He completely forgot about the poisoning and the antidote he heard yesterday.

The cold floral fragrance penetrated into my nose, and the "treatment" that came a little slower than yesterday gradually took effect.

Song Chuyi felt that his body was a little hot and a little cold.

He seemed to need a warm yet cold embrace.

He looked at Ying Chengan and bit his lip.

"grown ups."

There were tears at the end of his eyes. This feeling of ice and fire tortured him beyond control.

Ying Chengan hugged him and patted his back.

"I'm here."

Although he was not poisoned, he was still affected by this strange flower.

Different from yesterday's turbulence, the effect brought by today's strange flowers is slow and gentle.

It was as if a highly skilled trainer was kissing her gently, gradually igniting her body.

Irresistible.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he felt that there were countless ants crawling slowly in his body.

They seem to be looking for some delicious food, regularly but aimlessly.

Compared with yesterday's surge that could be suppressed, today's torture is even more unbearable.

Song Chuyi bit his lip tightly, the tip of his nose turning red.

He was held in Ying Chengan's arms, and his hands tightly grasped the clothes on his chest.

There seemed to be a voice in my head saying "tear it apart" and "tear it apart".

He could get what he wanted by tearing the clothes apart.

The voice was neither fierce nor urgent, like a gentle lover, whispering and comforting.

Song Chuyi stared blankly at the clothes he grabbed, and with a little force, he tore them open.

That hideous and even ugly scar came into view.

The scar that penetrated the entire heart was so impactful that it suppressed the itch in the body.

Song Chuyi's fingertips caressed the scar and asked, "Where did it come from?"

Ying Chengan let him touch the hideous scar with a calm voice.

"Left from the previous war."

A few years ago, the world was not as peaceful as it is now.

Today's peace was achieved by the young Eighth Prince leading his troops into battle again and again and narrowly escaping death.

The emperor was still alive at that time. Although he was mediocre and inactive, he was also considerate of the people and could be regarded as an emperor with no merits or demerits.

After the emperor died suddenly due to illness, the young emperor was still young and there was no one available in the court. He could only promise that An could take charge of the overall situation, so he took the position of regent.

This sitting lasted five years.

Everyone thought that even his subordinates thought that he wanted to take sole power and sit in a high position above ten thousand people.

But if he wanted to do it, he would have had ten thousand ways to kill the little emperor.

He holds military power, and most of the ministers in the court are his colleagues. As long as he gives an order, they can support him in power.

But what good is the emperor?

Ying Chengan still hasn't thought about this problem until now.

Now we can take advantage of this strange flower to make people less clear and talk nonsense.

Ying Cheng'an chuckled, "Does Ah Chu want to be emperor?"

Song Chuyi shook his head, "I don't want to."

"Why?" Ying Chengan asked.

Everyone in this world wants to sit in that high position, as if only that high position can satisfy their inflated ambitions.

Although some people say they are unwilling, their eyes betray them.

But the eyes of the little eunuch in his arms were confused, but also clear.

He really didn't want to be the emperor, so he asked more questions.

"Because I'm very tired." Song Chuyi lay softly on Ying Chengan's chest.

"The little emperor has to deal with many memorials every day."

"There's no time to go out and play."

The reason was very simple, not too roundabout, and so straightforward that Ying Chengan couldn't help but laugh.

"Achu has no ambition?"

"Yes!" Speaking of this, Song Chuyi managed to cheer up a little.

His eyes were slightly bright, and he looked at Ying Chengan with a little more sparkle.

“My ambition is that everyone likes drinking coffee!”

After saying that, he slowly rubbed Ying Chengan's fingertips.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it."

"Just don't slander."

This is his greatest ambition.

It was an ambition that he had never told anyone.

Song Chuyi was thinking randomly in his mind and giggled again.

"What is your lord's ambition?"

Ying Chengan gently stroked the little eunuch's cheek with a calm voice.

"In the past, the world was peaceful and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment."

"I will go down in history and my name will last forever."

He said, pressing his thumb lightly on Song Chuyi's lips.

Then he suddenly let go, and the pink lips were dyed with a touch of rose color.

His eyes darkened, "It has changed now."

Song Chuyi took advantage of the situation and asked: "What has become now?"

Ying Chengan stared at Song Chuyi's face without saying a word.

The fragrance of the flowers became more and more intense, and the cold floral fragrance eventually turned into a fanatical wind.

Ying Chengan's voice was no longer calm, but revealed a color of desire that was not usually present.

The thin lips parted slightly, revealing the inflated ambition rising from the depths of his soul.

"Gan... I'll kill you."