I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 351: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (21)

"No."

Ye Zhao loosened his hand holding the teapot and took the gift box under his shining eyes.

Then, throw it out.

The movements were done in one go, and he smiled back heartlessly.

The veins on the back of Lan Yingshuang's hand, which was holding the teapot handle, appeared, but she still chose to gently put down the teapot.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Zhao Zhao, I'll come see you another day."

After saying that, he drifted away.

"Lan Yingshuang!"

Ye Zhao threw a teacup out and turned his back to sulk.

My mind was spinning rapidly.

This time, he would run into Xiao Yu when he went out, right?

From then on, a shocking and extraordinary love story was written, which shocked the world and made ghosts cry.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, but he still had to pretend to be furious and regret it afterwards.

He ran out in a hurry, rushed to the gate, and broke out of the protection of the magic circle to seek death.

After taking only two steps, he saw Lan Yingshuang coming back and was stunned.

"I didn't come out to look for you."

Ye Zhao felt the need to explain.

But it would have been better if he didn't say it. The more he talked, the more it seemed like he was trying to cover up something.

Lan Yingshuang, "I know."

"Ah."

With a sneer, Ye Zhao walked out with his hands behind his back.

But before he took two steps, someone hooked his belt from behind.

He had no choice but to retreat under the force, his shoulders slumped, and a pair of hands wrapped around his, "Zhao Zhao, I'm so sleepy..."

Before he could finish, someone fell towards him.

Lan Fang Pavilion.

Lan Yingshuang opened her eyes and found a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

I subconsciously touched the outside of the bed and it was cold.

He propped himself up and stood up, the thin blanket slipped off, revealing that he was only wearing a set of underwear.

The remaining robes were hung on the rack.

Her long black hair fell on her chest, adding a touch of laziness for no reason.

Ye Zhao pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing that he had woken up, he said harshly, "Aren't you going to leave? Why are you back?"

Seeing him appear, Lan Yingshuang was helpless, "Yes, there is something very important that I didn't take."

"Is this something I threw away?" Ye Zhao gestured, "Here, it's there."

Lan Yingshuang put on her boots and walked over.

"Take it and leave quickly."

Ye Zhao was not forgiving with his words.

Lan Yingshuang stood in front of him with a serious look.

Ye Zhao felt uneasy, his hair standing on end.

Lan Yingshuang has returned to her usual gentle and jade-like appearance.

Seeing that he was not mad at him to death like in the original story, Ye Zhao was about to make another effort when he lifted his feet off the ground.

By the time he reacted, the person had been placed on the couch.

Lan Yingshuang leaned over and rested her head on his legs.

Ye Zhao didn't dare to move.

Lan Yingshuang adjusted her sitting position and faced him.

Her hand hooked the hair on his chest and entwined it with her fingertips, "Zhao Zhao, my good cousin, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"You ignored me, and I felt so lost. Why didn't you send me a letter? You didn't even smile when you saw me come back. Did you wear the jade pendant I gave you?"

When she said the second half of the sentence, Lan Yingshuang stood up and hooked her fingertips around the red rope that was exposed outside his neck.

Ye Zhao held him down, not allowing him to look. "Who are you talking to me as? Prince? Cousin?"

Lan Yingshuang blinked at him with a gentle expression, "When I'm away from home, my identity depends entirely on Zhao Zhao."

Why do you say something different from the original?

Ye Zhao was numb.

"Zhao Zhao, I didn't have time to go back home, so I came to see you right away. I have to go back to the palace to report later." Lan Yingshuang yawned, covering her lips with her hands. "Please have pity on me. Don't be angry. Please care about me a little bit."

Ye Zhao ignored him, holding his face and looking him up and down.

Even though he hid it well, the bruises under his eyes could not be hidden, and bloodshot could be seen in his eyes when one looked closely.

"Are you going to the palace to discuss the drought in Ancheng?"

Ye Zhao knew that the way to deal with these things was to open the granaries to release grain, provide relief to the victims, transport grain to the soup kitchens, and find water sources.

As the crown prince of a country, he had to offer sacrifices to heaven and pray for rain.

How could this possibly stump him?

Lan Yingshuang took his hand in hers. "Exactly. We've dealt with it almost completely over the past month. Next, we'll reduce taxes and labor service."

"You, let go."

Realizing that their behavior was ambiguous, Ye Zhao hurriedly reminded him.

Lan Yingshuang tactfully let go and said, "Sorry."

Ye Zhao remembered something and stood up to look at him. "Cousin, would you like to stay here tonight?"

……

Lan Yingshuang walked down the stairs and met Xiao Yu who was coming towards her as she passed the corridor.

Not forgetting his identity, Xiao Yu bowed and saluted.

Lan Yingshuang smiled back politely, and the two passed each other.

After walking a few steps, Lan Yingshuang remembered that this person did not look like a rich lady in Shengjing, nor did she look like a maid in a marquis's mansion.

She called out to a maid holding a pot of orchids, "Excuse me, whose family is this girl?"

Looking in the direction he pointed, the maid said, "Everyone calls her Miss Xiao, but she's actually the Crown Prince's concubine."

The person holding the folding fan and clapping his palms suddenly became disordered.

Lan Yingshuang was absent-minded.

In those few seconds, he thought a lot, but it seemed like he was thinking nothing.

The maid was new in the mansion and didn't know his identity. When she wanted to say something, she saw that he had already walked away.

She didn't know if she was dazzled, but it seemed that the young man bumped into the osmanthus tree outside the yard while walking.

Xiao Yu rushed to Nianyi Pavilion where Ye Zhao was, looking confused and uneasy.

Logically speaking, the moment he saw Lan Yingshuang, he should have pretended to faint as planned and proceeded slowly.

But the moment they passed each other, he gave up.

My mind is a mess.

But what he was thinking about was that Lan Yingshuang, whom Ye Zhao loved so much, was back. Is he very happy now?

This philandering man actually likes two people.

No, he can only choose one.

He had to ask.

After everyone left, Ye Zhao couldn't wait to find Xiao Yu.

Seeing him looking radiant and smiling, I secretly felt that people are in high spirits when they are happy.

Xiao Yu knew nothing about it and bowed, "My Lord."

Are you finally willing to come find him?

devil.

After persisting for seven days, I finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Hahaha.

Soon, he stopped laughing.

Ye Zhao was afraid that he would not pay attention, so he gave him a sense of crisis, "Xiao Yu'er, two hours ago, the Crown Prince cousin came to see me. He was very gentle to me, even better than before."

"What!" Xiao Yu gritted his teeth.

Ye Zhao clenched his fist silently, "Thank you so much."

"Damn!" Xiao Yu was incredulous.

He wouldn't do something like this... Wait!

"Your method is really effective. This prince gave the Crown Prince cousin the cold shoulder for seven days, and the effect was immediate."

Ye Zhao stroked the dragon-patterned jade pendant around his waist.

Xiao Yu's eyes went dark and he almost vomited blood.

"Last time when we were flying the kite, what did the prince ask about that had something to do with the Crown Prince?"

Ye Zhao said unhappily, "What else?"

“…”Xiao Yu.

Great!

Ye Zhao patted his shoulder and said, "Xiao Yu'er, the prince will come again tonight, you must serve him well."

Xiao Yu suddenly stood up, with thick mist in his eyes.

Listen, is this what people say?

"Xiao Yu?"

Seeing his incredible expression and the hurt in his eyes, a “?” slowly appeared in Ye Zhao’s forehead.

"You...Young Master, are you serious?" Xiao Yu clenched his sleeves.