After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

Chapter 2

喜帕

The man immediately showed a flattered look.

He quickly took Su Yangjiao's arm, and said to the maid who was kneeling next to him: "The fourth prince is getting married today, and he is in a good mood. I don't care about you like you, so thank you soon."

Fourth prince?

All of this is inexplicably familiar, and for a while, I can't think of where I have seen it.

Su Yangjiao suddenly felt a little uneasy. He walked slowly with the man, and at the same time began to recall, Fahua Temple, getting married, not going to the wedding...the fourth prince...

All kinds of clues were quickly threaded together in his mind. Although Su Yangjiao didn't want to believe it, he could only ask tentatively: "The one you put by the bed just now is the Buddhist scriptures copied by Fahua Temple in Nanshan?"

The man replied respectfully: "It is the Sutra hand-copied by Master Yi Xin, the abbot of Fahua Temple, specially for you, the Fourth Prince, to pray for blessings."

Nanshan...Master Yixin...

Su Yangjiao walked numbly, his eyes were empty.

If he remembers correctly, this is the plot in his recently updated Tanmei novel.

Slowing down, he turned his head to look at the man beside him, and decided to make sure again.

"Yunle?" He tentatively called out.

"Master, do you have any orders?"

He took a light breath and felt the beating heart in his chest. This time, not only his lungs hurt, but his heart hurts too...

Seeing that he called the other party's name correctly, Su Yangjiao was sure. He transmigrated into the book he wrote at this moment, and became the cannon fodder male with the same name and surname as the fourth prince. He would die between himself and "" in a short time. Marriage bed of husband and wife.

Anyone who knows that he will not live until tomorrow morning will not be happy.

At the beginning, Su Yangjiao wrote a cannon fodder male supporting role in the novel by accident, who is the younger brother of the male protagonist.

But he is extravagant and promiscuous and commits no evil. He is the devil king known to everyone in Jiang country. He fell in love with Jing country's proton Wei Nanxun at first sight on New Year's Eve, and insisted on marrying him into the mansion.

But Wei Nanxun swore to die, so Su Yangjiao rewarded him with a bowl of poison. After poisoning him blind, he was forced to be tied up and put on wedding clothes, and sent to Huawu Mansion by force.

That night, Su Yangjiao humiliated Wei Nanxun, and after he fell asleep, Wei Nanxun took out a dagger from the sole of his boot and stabbed him hard in the heart.

Su Yangjiao was thinking about the plots that would happen next, and his heart fluttered for a while. What kind of enmity and grievances are there? Why do you want to write such a cannon fodder supporting role with the same name and surname?

But he also knows that it's useless to think about those things. It's better to think about how to deal with the next thing.

Su Yangjiao slowly calmed down, and it took a long time to let out a breath, and calmly asked the people around him: "Are there any vacant rooms in the mansion that can live in?"

"Master, there is still a bedroom vacant in the Luoxue Pavilion in the backyard, and there will be no people living in the other courtyards for a while." Yun Le replied after thinking for a while.

Su Yangjiao thought for a while and said, "Then arrange for him to live in Luoxue Pavilion."

Yun Le was stunned for a while, but still didn't react, and asked, "Master, who are you talking about?"

"It's the lady who will come in later."

"Hmm." Yun Le felt that something was wrong after walking two steps, raised her head and asked, "Master, didn't you say that you want to send the new wife to the dust-free yard?"

Su Yangjiao glanced at him, pretending to be calm and said leisurely: "Wuchenyuan is where I live. Since he is like my mansion, he must have his own place."

If you want your master to live a few more days, don't send him to the dust-free yard.

Besides, he didn't really want to have a "bridal chamber" with a man.

How can a woman hold such a hard man so fragrant and soft.

Now that he's worn out, he has no choice but to take a step forward. First of all, he wants to save his own life, so Wei Nanxun will never dare to move.

After walking for a while, the group stopped at the gate.

There are bright red lanterns hanging on the gate, and under the halo, there are pieces of firecrackers all over the place, which is very prosperous and festive.

Outside the gate, a sedan chair landed on the street, and some servants were waiting in front of the sedan chair, and when they saw Su Yangjiao they all knelt down and saluted.He waved his hand casually, and as soon as his fingertips came out of the cloak, he felt unbearably cold, and retracted them again, only saying "hmm".

A bride came up from the crowd to greet her, bent down and saluted, "Congratulations to the fourth prince, please raise the curtain of the sedan chair to welcome your wife to get off the sedan chair."

Su Yangjiao nodded, resisting the cold feeling coming from the exposed fingertips, gritted his teeth and opened the car curtain.His movements are calm, as if everything is well planned, in the eyes of others, he is so calm, quite royal.

Only he knows in his heart that whether he can escape tonight's catastrophe depends on his own performance at this time.No one knows better than him what kind of person Wei Nanxun is.

After all, he is the male protagonist in his own writing, so how can he hide his exquisite thoughts from Su Yangjiao.

His hands that opened the car curtain began to tremble a little due to the cold, and a gap was exposed in the cloak. Su Yangjiao began to feel his throat itching again when gusts of cold wind blew by. In order to maintain his respectful attitude, Su Yangjiao tried his best to hold back cough.

But the cold wind pierced in, and he finally couldn't help it, his hands trembled and he coughed.

This frightened the servants who were waiting next to him. Seeing that the fourth prince was coughing, his face was flushed, as if he could cough up his lungs at any time.

Especially Yun Le, with a look of fear, hurried up to support his master, covered his cloak, and lifted the car curtain for Su Yangjiao, and said to the inside with some impoliteness: "Madam, come down quickly , it will be bad if the auspicious time is missed.”

Su Yangjie blushed, and gave Yunle a hard look, if you don't want to die, don't take your master with you!With a rough glance from the corner of his eyes, he saw the maid next to him holding a pill and a water glass. He took the pill without thinking too much, and swallowed it with warm water. Only then did he feel that his throat felt better, and he pushed The Yun Le beside him, who seemed not very sensible, said into the sedan chair, "Wei Qiaozi, I'm here to pick you up from the car."

This remark was normal, but it made the servants at the side a little at a loss. The Fourth Prince, who was always moody and tyrannical, was so gentle and considerate?Everyone didn't dare to say a word, and they could only blame it on the fact that he got married today and was in a good mood.

At this time, a person slowly stepped down from the sedan chair.

He was dressed in red, tall and tall, with long legs and broad shoulders, and a hipa embroidered with a square phoenix on his head. His slender and bony fingers rested on the wrists of the accompanying servants.

The servant led him to Su Yangjiao, and the big hand was put on the back of his hand.Su Yangjiao felt that the man's hand was full of scorching heat, which made the cold wind warm.

Unknowingly, Su Yangjie followed that hand forward, stepped over the brazier, stepped over the gate, and followed the nanny who led the way to Luoxue Pavilion.

After finally placing the person on the bed in the wing room, the servants in the mansion hurriedly transferred all the items that were originally placed in the clean yard, and the crowd walked back and forth in disorder.

However, Su Yangjiao kept staring at the man's hand, and saw that the meridians on the back of the hand were protruding. It looked like a person who often wields swords and swords. The thin calluses on the fingertips seemed to tell that its owner had once How chic and sharp.

Yes, those are a pair of hands holding a sword, and a pair of hands riding horses and whips on the battlefield.

Wei Nanxun was originally the prince of Jing Guo. He held the military power and once commanded an army of 30 to wipe out the nomads on the Mobei grassland. He fought so hard that he didn't dare to step into Jialing Pass for five years in the Northern Liao Dynasty. The country's mountains and rivers are also Jiang's last line of defense.

But with such hands, such a brave and resourceful person is now blind and has lost all his martial arts, so he can only commit himself to this small Huawu mansion, enduring the endless humiliation from the enemy country.

What kind of person should he be?

While in a trance, Xi Niang came in and put a piece of red silk into Su Yangjiao's hand, and the other end into Wei Nanxun's hand. She smiled and said, "A piece of red silk is in the hands of two people. Hold on, three births, one moon and one old age, the husband and wife will grow old together!"

After speaking, he asked the maid behind him to serve two glasses of wine, and handed them to the two of them.

Xi Niang said: "Take off the hijab, the newlyweds have a cup of wine!"

Su Yangjiao looked at Wei Nanxun's embroidered phoenix hijab fixedly. He was stunned for a while, and just about to reach out to lift the hijab, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he squinted his eyes and said to the bride: "I didn't mean to avoid getting married. Li? What are you doing now?"

The fourth prince was always quite tempered, and would get angry if he didn't like it at all. Xi Niang saw that he was in a good mood just now and wanted to finish the etiquette, so as to give Jing Guo some face.

Unexpectedly, Su Yangjiao showed anger as soon as he entered the bedroom, and several people hurriedly evacuated in fear of hurting themselves.

"Yes, the fourth prince knows his mistake, so he will leave now."

Several people walked out of the house while talking, Su Yangjie waved his hands pretending to be impatient, and after seeing that everyone had gone out, he took a few breaths to ease his mind.

That hand grabbed the corner of Hipa, and he hesitated.

At that moment, Su Yangjiao really wanted to lift the hijab to see what the hero in his own writing looked like.

But the next plot was that he forcibly occupied Wei Nanxun and humiliated him on the bed for a whole night.

So the male lead, who couldn't bear it anymore, took out the sharp knife that had been hidden long ago from the sole of his boot, and stabbed fiercely into the fourth prince's heart.

Su Yangjiao's fingers stopped there, he didn't know what to do.

There is even a sliver of expectation in his heart, if he is killed like this, will he open his eyes again, and he will return to the world that originally belonged to him?

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips twitched playfully, and the finger pinching the corner of Xipa also fell down.

If he could really die here and return to the original world, his transmigration would be too perfunctory!

Why did you write such a cannon fodder character in the first place?

Just write it, why do you have to have the same name and surname as yourself? I knew that I would wear it, so I wrote this cannon fodder as an idle prince. When the two male protagonists are happy together, maybe they can even reward a piece of land. How nice it is to live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

In the end, he has to work hard to find a way out!

I don't know if he was in a daze for too long, but when he came back to his senses, he heard a voice coming from Wei Nanxun's throat.

"Are you thirsty?" Su Yangjiao saw his throat rolling, although the movement was very subtle, but he was very close, and his eyes just happened to fall on the pretty Adam's apple of the other party, so he naturally moved These came into view.

Wei Nanxun didn't speak, but moved his head covered with Xipa, Su Yangjiao turned his head and saw the teacup on the table, and hurriedly got up to pour tea for him, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy. Hei, his legs were so weak that he could only reach out to support the things around him. It wasn't until he got better and stood up again that he realized that the things he was holding were a little warm.

When I saw it, I felt cold sweat.

What he supported was nothing but the male lead's shoulder.

Su Yangjiao, Su Yangjiao, you probably feel that your death is too slow, and you want to go faster.

He hastily withdrew his palm, smiled flatteringly and said, "Guozi Wei, I'm a little weak, I'm really sorry!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for an answer, he went to the table and grabbed the teapot to pour tea, only to realize that the teapot was just a decoration, and it was empty inside, and said cautiously: "Wei Zhizi, I'll find some hot water, how about Drinking hot water is good for your health."

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Wei Nanxun couldn't see, but he could clearly remember the man's voice.

He was the one who poured a bowl of extremely bitter soup into his mouth that day, and from that day on he could no longer see, and he couldn't use his original internal strength.

It was this man who made him useless.

When Wei Nan found Jiang Guo, he knew how much he had made them fear before, and how much they would humiliate him now.

The enemy will always turn his fear into harm. It was poison that day, but what will it be today?

No matter what it is, as long as he, Wei Nanxun, still has his breath, these people will die without a place to bury them.

Wei Nanxun clenched his palm, feeling the hard sensation from the sole of his left foot. It was the tip of the sharpest dagger in the world. He hid it quietly in the bottom of his boot, as long as that person dared to touch him...