After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Fuyou's gaze was like a torch, and he turned to Qi Jing in a flash: "Your Majesty, are you serious?"

Qi Jing's head was as big as a bucket, and he explained dryly: "Uncle You, things are not what you think, listen to me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the curtains on the bed were pulled apart with a flutter of spiritual power, revealing the people inside——

Yan Zhilan was half leaning against the head of the bed, his temple hair was disheveled, his clothes hung loosely on his body, his jade-like face was slightly flushed, and there was a hint of water in his pair of wind eyes. He glared at Qi Jing, and then his eyes fell on Fu On You's body, a thin lip bumped up and down, and the voice was piercing, almost killing Qi Jing.

He said sneeringly: "I've heard that there is a loyal and unyielding dog leg next to the faint king Qi Jing, and it must be this Lord Fuyou."

After saying this, he pursed his lips tightly and looked at the other party proudly.

In the previous life, he and this Fuyou didn't see eye to eye. When Fuyou saw him, it was like a bloody feud, and he never gave him a good face.However, compared to those who fell into trouble and flattered and asked for credit, Fuyou never hurt himself.Although he didn't want to see Yan Zhilan, he didn't bother to humiliate and hurt Yan Zhilan to claim credit for Qi Jing. Besides, given his status in Qi Jing's heart, he didn't need to use these little tricks to improve his figure.

Although Yan Zhilan's hands, feet, muscles and bones have been connected, it still takes some time to move freely. Now he forced himself to sit up, and it took a lot of effort and strength.He has always paid attention to manners, and he also knows that his appearance is not in line with the rules, but he can no longer care about it.

The piercing pain came continuously from all over the body, all of which gathered in the chest, causing his heart to rush, as if blood would flow out just by opening his mouth, so he pressed his lips tightly after saying those words , forced himself to suppress the tumbling blood, and only looked at the two of them coldly.

Fuyou's complexion was not good when he heard his words, but now that he saw his appearance clearly, his face immediately sank, looked at Qi Jing and scolded: "Your Majesty! How can you be so nonsense!"

Qi Jing's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he must have misunderstood something, he could not argue: "No, Uncle You, listen to me..."

Fuyou didn't give him a chance to explain at all, and said angrily: "You are the king of a country, and it is the right way to give birth to a prince for the big moon as soon as possible. Even if the king doesn't like women, he shouldn't let men climb up like this in such a grand manner. Dragon bed! Even if you like men, there are so many men in the world waiting for your favor, why did you choose him?"

After being taught a lesson by him, Qi Jing suddenly felt dizzy and wanted to cry, "Uncle You, I really didn't..."

Fuyou had a face full of hatred for iron and steel: "Yan Zhilan is related to the family, and the conflict between the family and the monarchy is becoming more and more serious. Now that the power of the emperor is far from the family, it may not be the time to tear apart the face from the family. Besides, this son has a face. You can tell that you have a straight temper at first glance, I am afraid that entering the palace this time is not voluntary. At this moment, your majesty is making things difficult for others, and trapping people in the palace, isn't it an open declaration of breaking with the family?"

Qi Jing was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

He was just saving someone, how could he know that there are so many twists and turns?

Subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Yan Zhilan, Yan Zhilan was leaning against the head of the bed, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had passed out.

Fuyou obviously noticed it too, his face softened a little, he lowered his voice and asked again: "Did you attack Yan Zhilan?"

He saw that although Yan Zhilan's clothes were disheveled, he was clean and tidy, and there were no traces on his exposed skin, so he had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that there would be a chance to save the big mistake before he made it.

Qi Jing misunderstood what he meant. When he passed through, Yan Zhilan had already been tortured. Although he didn't give the order, the black pot was firmly on his back, and he wanted to shake it off. Can't get rid of it either.So he honestly shook his head and replied, "It's moved."

As soon as the words fell, he saw that Fuyou's face changed drastically, as if the sky was about to fall, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and comforted him in a low voice: "Uncle You, don't worry, I have already found the unparalleled master to show him It’s time to apply medicine. Although his injuries look serious, they are all flesh injuries, and he will recover after a period of time, so it doesn’t matter.”

Unexpectedly, it was fine if he didn't say anything, but after he finished speaking, Fuyou's complexion became even worse, as dark as the bottom of a pot.Xin Dao, the situation is worse than he imagined, even the Peerless Master knows about it, and the Peerless Master has a close relationship with the Yan family, I am afraid that it will not be long before all those families will know about Ah Jing forcing Yan Zhilan.

After the confrontation just now, he can already be sure that when Yan Zhilan recovers from his injury, he will not let it go, but... looking at Ah Jing's appearance, it seems that he likes him very much again, and even let him not avoid others. Rehabilitation on the dragon bed is something that has never happened before.

Fuyou is caught in a dilemma.

Qi Jing said anxiously: "Uncle You...did I say something wrong?"

Fuyou patted his hand, and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, tell me the truth——"

Seeing his serious face, Qi Jing couldn't help puffing out his chest: "Uncle You, tell me."

Fuyou said: "Yan Zhilan, do you have any affection for you?"

If Yan Zhilan has feelings for Ah Jing, then this matter is not considered coercion, it is just a matter of mutual affection, it is so good and everyone is happy.I'm afraid that this time is just Ah Jing's unilateral wishful thinking, and Yan Zhilan doesn't appreciate it.

He was afraid of what would happen, and the next moment he heard Qi Jing smile bitterly: "How is it possible? It's too late for Yan Zhilan to hate me."

Yan Zhilan, a good young talent, was just at the time when he was young and promising, and suddenly his wings were broken and he was thrown into a death row. If he can't live, he can't die. If he can still see him, he can't help but doubt him Is there a tendency to be abused?

Fuyou's face changed again and again, and he finally made up his mind, saying: "Since this is the case, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. You are still young, and you will definitely meet someone you like more in the future. Forget about Yan Zhilan."

Qi Jing was dumbfounded: What do you mean?

Seeing his puzzled face, Fuyou sighed and said earnestly: "I know that your majesty is unwilling to give up. However, a big mistake has already been made. For the current plan, the only way to do it is to kill Yan Zhilan and the unparalleled master. Only by silencing all those who know about this matter can the matter be pressed. When the family asks, the king only needs to explain that the person has been released from the prison. As for where he will go, he has legs and feet, and he can control where he goes. In this way, even if everyone has doubts and no evidence, they can’t openly oppose the king. This is the best way to achieve both.”

Qi Jing was dumbfounded.No, he saved people with great difficulty, why did Fuyou kill people as soon as he came up?

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when there was a slight movement from Yan Zhilan's direction, accompanied by the faint smell of blood.

Qi Jing turned his head, almost scared out of his wits, Yan Zhilan's chest heaved violently, large streams of blood flowed out from his body, his whole body was like a giant blood bag that had been punctured, blood leaked everywhere, blood stains After a while, the bed sheet under him was stained red.

Qi Jing couldn't care less about explaining to Fu You, and shouted tremblingly: "Come here, call Wushuang Sage!"