Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

The light in the hall was dim, leaving only the wisps of light from the moonlight outside. The light penetrated through the bedside gauze, and only a little light was left.

He Lan rested on Zhao Xuan's arm and gradually fell asleep. After a stick of incense, he felt that the people around him were breathing evenly and should have fallen asleep.

He turned his head slightly, and gradually took out the dagger hidden in the quilt, pulled out the blade, pointed it downwards, and pointed it at Zhao Xuan's chest.

After holding on for a long time, He Lanxi still didn't make a move. In the darkness, he could vaguely see the outline of Zhao Xuan's profile.

The sleeping Zhao Xuan is really good-looking, with picturesque features and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. These eight words can't be overstated when applied to him.

God gave Zhao Xuan the most ruthless and vicious heart, but also gave him an elegant face that no one can hate.

Just looking at his face, who would have guessed that he was the kind of despicable person who would stab people in the back and change his stance again and again!

The tip of He Lanxi's knife had long been aimed at Zhao Xuan's chest, but no one in the darkness could see that his hand holding the dagger was trembling slightly.

Zhao Xuan opened his eyes instantly.

"Your Highness, don't be soft-hearted when killing people. Either kill with one knife, cleanly, or don't do it." He sighed softly, which seemed to be a sigh but also seemed to be regretful.

When He Lanxi heard this, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he aimed at Zhao Xuan's chest and planned to stab him.

Taking advantage of the dark night, no one would see his reddish eyes and the inexplicable depressed heartache.

"Your Highness, I told you that when you are not sure, it is best to be patient and not let others notice your intentions, otherwise..."

Zhao Xuan stepped aside, and He Lanxi thrust his knife into the bed. As for the person who was originally lying there, he quickly sat up and quickly snatched the dagger from He Lanxi's hand.

"It will be like now. The knife will fall into the hands of other people. Next time, the person the knife point is pointed at will not be me, but you."

In short - shooting yourself in the foot.

His movements were very neat and fast. He Lanxi had practiced martial arts, but he was still defeated by Zhao Xuan. When Zhao Xuan took action, he clicked on the acupuncture point on his hand, causing him to lose the initiative.

"Your Highness was hesitant just now. Could it be that he fell in love with me?" Zhao Xuan dodged He Lanxi's heart-breaking palm with ease. At the same time, he took the person into his arms and teased him with a smile.

The black hair of the two of them is entangled together regardless of yours and mine, just like their fate, unconsciously, is also tightly entangled together.

He Lanxi looked coldly at Zhao Xuan, who was always teasing him, "You're talking nonsense."

The four words "cold" seemed to be mocking Zhao Xuan's daydreaming in disguise.

Zhao Xuan was not angry, and kissed him with a smile, "Your Highness, duplicity is not a good habit. Let's make a bet. I bet you will fall in love with me sooner or later. If not, I will let you do whatever you want."

He Lanxi once again expressed his disdain and disapproval with a sneer.

Zhao Xuan found He Lanxi's attitude more and more cute. He Lanxi had been pretending too well during this period, like a dummy, unwilling to show any real emotions.

On the contrary, when the lights were turned off today, in the darkness, He Lanxi finally revealed some of his true attitude.

The more disdainful he was, the more deliberately Zhao Xuan made him angry, lowering his head several times to kiss the side of He Lanxi's face.

"Tsk, my dear Your Highness, you don't know, I just like to see your duplicity."

Compared to He Lanxi, who was criticized like crazy, Zhao Xuan often behaved abnormally.

Faced with this situation where the person next to him wants to kill him all the time, Zhao Xuan can still express joy, which shows that his brain circuit is different from ordinary people.

"..." The brain is sick.

He Lan breathed out and ruthlessly raised his hand to wipe the area where Zhao Xuan had kissed him several times.

The disgust is self-evident.

Although there was no direct answer, both of them knew that the bet was done.

"The knife is a good knife, but His Highness's hand has not been healed yet. Are you sure you want to use such a sharp dagger to kill a doctor who is closely related to your fate and can heal your hand?"

Zhao Xuan always speaks so out of tune, and his words are arrogant and can make people jump.

He Lanxi's eyes were in the darkness, and he no longer needed to pretend as usual. He said in a cold tone, "My life is controlled by you. How is it different from a puppet?"

Zhao Xuan didn't even need to listen to him to hear another meaning from his sneer - doctor, does a bed crawler like you deserve to be called a doctor?

He smiled lightly, returned the dagger to He Lanxi, and lay down slowly, "What your Highness said is serious. How can you be a puppet? My life is also tied to Your Highness. As far as I am concerned, Your Highness is A unique treasure.”

Well, a "treasure" that can only be returned after completing the mission.

No matter who you kill, you can't kill him!

Otherwise, he will be talked about by that old guy, King of Hell, when he goes back.

Zhao Xuan, who said this, did not know how easily his words could be misunderstood.

He Lanxi's fingers trembled, he closed the dagger and silently hid it under the sheets in the corner. Zhao Xuan's words kept echoing in his ears.

A treasure?

Oh, is there anyone who betrays the treasure and throws it into the dust?

He Lanxi closed his eyes and tried to tell himself not to be deceived by Zhao Xuan's "sweet words". People who betrayed you once will not betray you only once.

Only when you no longer give the other person a shred of trust will others have the opportunity to continue to hurt him.

Zhao Xuan, leave those sweet words of yours to other idiots, he will never believe them in his life.

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The next day, the abandoned palace welcomed a group of "uninvited guests".

Now He Lanxi is no longer the gentle and jade-like Crown Prince before, but an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory.

This was the thought that came to his mind subconsciously when Eunuch Zhang, who was next to His Majesty, saw this.

Eunuch Zhang arrived suddenly, but luckily Zhao Xuan had been building relationships during this period. Before the other party came in, he helped He Lanxi put on makeup. With a pale face, no one believed him even if he said he was not terminally ill.

Naturally, Eunuch Zhang would not believe He Lanxi's words that he was terminally ill just because of his pale face. Instead, he asked the accompanying imperial doctor to quickly step forward and take his pulse.

After the imperial doctor took Helan's pulse, he nodded quietly to Eunuch Zhang.

Eunuch Zhang no longer had the slightest guard against He Lanxi. He clapped his hands and let the palace maids and eunuchs waiting outside come in. These people were carrying many things in their hands.

There are rare treasures, century-old ginseng, and some medicinal materials.

The important thing is not these things, but that Eunuch Zhang, as a close confidant of His Majesty, bringing people here is His Majesty's public attitude.

He Lanxi has not been completely given up, and he may still make a comeback.