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

Song Chuyi wanted to take his hand back, but Ying Chengan grabbed it suddenly.

"Want to escape?"

Ying Chengan stared at him with dark eyes, "Ah Chu is so cruel."

Song Chu's ears turned red and he was laughing.

"I didn't want to run away, haha, I just didn't expect that the adults would suddenly say this."

He quickly changed the subject.

"The murderer is not someone sent by the emperor, is he?"

Ying Cheng'an drew circles on the little eunuch's palm with his fingertips and replied casually:

"People from Prime Minister Zuo."

"His son was severely sentenced by the young emperor, and his power was weakened, so he resorted to this trick of borrowing a knife to kill someone."

Song Chuyi: "Then how did you find out?"

Ying Chengan poked the soft flesh on his palm and said with a smile, "Just think about it with your head and you will know."

"Although this poison is strange, it is not difficult to find an antidote with my power."

"It's nothing more than some torture."

"The murderer didn't want to kill me, he just wanted to poison me."

Such a strange and unbearable poison, with his pride, if he knew that it was the little emperor who had done it, he would definitely not protect the little emperor again.

He is very likely to take action against the little emperor, but he has no name, and in the end he can only cultivate power for the little emperor.

These predictions are recorded in the "story book".

If the little eunuch hadn't been there, given his temperament, he would have done what he did in the storybook.

This is beyond doubt.

The murderer he investigated at the beginning was indeed the little emperor.

Prime Minister Zuo has been an official for a long time and has trained many people in secret.

He did this move cleanly and beautifully.

If he hadn't become suspicious and spent some time asking someone to investigate carefully, he would have fallen into Prime Minister Zuo's scheme.

Ying Cheng'an thought of the torture of the past few days and couldn't help pinching Song Chuyi's face.

It feels good and he likes it.

When Song Chu saw that Ying Chengan's attitude towards the little emperor seemed to be different, he spoke curiously.

"What are you going to do after that?"

Speaking of this, Ying Chengan frowned.

"I want to train the little emperor well."

"He's growing too slowly now."

With this growth rate, when will he be able to delegate his power and go back to the countryside to drink coffee with Ah Chu in a foreign country?

Although the taste of the coffee is indeed not what he likes, as Ah Chu said, it might be good to add some honey.

He was going to try.

"The little emperor is ambitious, capable, and loves the people. He will be a good emperor in the future."

Ying Chengan's lips curled up slightly.

"As long as Ah Chu helps me, he can grow up in just one year."

Song Chuyi became interested.

"How to help?"

Ying Chengan tapped his forehead lightly, "You just need to pass on my news to the little emperor."

"In a few days, I will find a teacher for him and let him teach him the way to be an emperor."

Song Chuyi agreed.

He could completely predict what kind of good emperor the little emperor would grow into in the future.

Although he still doesn't know what the background of the story is, it seems that he doesn't need it now.

After all, as the main villain, Ying Chengan's current ambition has changed from being famous throughout the ages to... well, it's related to him anyway.

Song Chuyi's ears turned redder when he thought of what he heard a few days ago.

The heat in his body continued to hit his body.

He gasped for breath.

After slowing down his breathing speed, he could communicate with Ying Chengan normally.

He looked up at Ying Chengan and saw that his face was calm, as if he was not affected by the strange flower.

"My lord, you..."

He paused.

"Don't you feel it?"

Ying Chengan naturally knew what the little eunuch was asking.

He seemed calm, but in fact he had already thought of many postures in his mind.

Seeing the little eunuch asking this, a dark meaning flashed in his eyes.

"Have."

"In a quarter of an hour it will be the eighth day."

"Achu, are you ready?"

Song Chuyi's body suddenly trembled.

If he wasn't ready, Ying Cheng'an couldn't have said it was over, right?

And...he actually, um...had the same idea as him.

Song Chuyi, who thought he was in good health, patted his chest confidently.

"Get ready!"

"one day one Night!"

For just one day, he can do it!

Ying Chengan did not correct the young eunuch.

If the little eunuch is so confident, why should he attack him?

As the bell rang outside the door, Ying Chengan lowered his head and kissed Song Chuyi's lips.

Then it was like a raging fire that set a prairie fire, without stopping.

----

The little emperor has been very uncomfortable these days.

The regent has not been to the morning court for seven days, citing health reasons.

The little emperor originally thought that he could take the opportunity to win over the ministers when the regent was away, but he did not expect that all of these old ministers in the court were cunning and cunning.

His interactions with them did not go well.

The memorial that had been sent to the Prince Regent was also sent to him because of his illness.

In the past, the little emperor could only see the humorous memorials of his ministers. For the first time, he came into contact with a memorial full of the suffering of the people.

The floods in Yicheng require relief, the plague in Baicheng requires treatment, bandits are infested outside Jiangcheng, and there are constant minor disturbances on the border.

These complicated things gave the little emperor a headache.

For the first time, he admired Uncle Wang.

It was difficult for him to just criticize these memorials, let alone solve the problem, send people to deal with the problem, etc.

In the past, he only had to correct memorials until dusk, but these days he has to correct them until late at night.

Even so, there will still be difficulties due to various things in the morning.

Moreover, Prime Minister Zuo repeatedly made excuses not to cooperate because of his son's affairs, which made him embarrassed.

The little emperor actually began to miss Uncle Wang who could suppress these stubborn people.

He would send someone to ask Uncle Wang how he was every day, and for several days in a row the answer was that he was still ill.

It wasn't until the fifteenth day, that is, half a month later, that Ying Cheng'an finally went to the morning court.

The morning of this day was extremely long.

As soon as Ying Chengan appeared, he solved all the problems that had accumulated in the past few days.

The so-called morning dynasty did not end until noon.

The little emperor left him alone and asked about his health.

Ying Chengan replied: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am in good health."

The little eunuch, on the other hand, is probably still sleeping at the moment.

Hmm... maybe I was still scolding him in my dream.

Ying Chengan chuckled lightly, "If nothing happens to the emperor, I will leave."

He saluted and turned to leave.

The little emperor looked at Ying Chengan's back, thoughtfully.

I always felt that the emperor's uncle was in a very good mood.

Ying Cheng'an was naturally in a good mood, after all, he had tortured the little eunuch thoroughly in the past few days.

The little eunuch gradually changed from "adult" to "husband-in-law" at the beginning, and later became a "bastard" and "bad guy".

Very cute.

Ying Cheng'an returned to Tai'an Mansion and learned that the young eunuch was still asleep, so he walked lightly to the bedside.

On the bed, Song Chuyi had red marks even behind his ears.

Ying Chengan lowered his head and kissed the end of his eyes.

"Ah Chu, I helped the little emperor solve a lot of troubles today."

"So do you want to reward me, huh?"

Song Chuyi:zz~