"Who are you?" Long Yaoyang took a deep breath and suppressed his excitement.
Long Yize carried Xunmi to the top of the steps and sat down, carefully holding her in his arms.
In order to make her sit more comfortable, he observed her expression all the time, for fear that she would be dissatisfied or wronged.
Long Hanyang's eyes darkened when he saw how careful he was.
As a man, how could he not understand what he meant? He must love her very much to be able to do this for a woman.
However, he also liked that woman. If it were him, he would be able to do the same.
"Oh … You're really the son of Long Zhao. You don't even know your own uncle."
Long Yize was deeply hostile to Long Hanyang. If he could suppress Long Hanyang by ten points, he would definitely not suppress him by nine points.
Who asked Long Hanyang to compete with him? This was enough for him to blacklist him and never pull him out.
"Uncle?" Long Hanyang's face changed. He quickly searched his memory. He had transmigrated for a few years. How could he not know that he had an uncle?
When he desperately pulled out a small piece of memory about his uncle from the corner of his memory, Long Hanyang did not know how to react.
His uncle, who was supposed to inherit the throne, willfully ran away and threw the supreme position to his father. Just this point alone was enough to make him angry.
Now that he recalled his father's sigh at that time, he felt so helpless and even a little scared. It must be because of this person.
To be able to live without scruples until now, especially looking so carefree, he would not believe that he did not have a backup plan.
Those TV dramas and novels were all like this. Hidden princes and princes were either big bosses or protagonists.
According to the definition of a transmigrated protagonist, he should be the protagonist, she should be the female protagonist, and this person should be the big boss villain who was competing with him for the female protagonist.
However, if that was not the case, it might be the other way around. He would be the cannon fodder or the big villain who was competing with the protagonist for the female protagonist.
Because before he came, this body was not much liked by his father.
Long Hanyang was in a dilemma. He did not know which was right. Was he the protagonist or himself the protagonist?
Should he take a gamble, or should he endure it for now? But he was really unwilling to give up.
After all, he came from the future and was much more advanced than these ancient people. How could he retreat before doing anything?
But what if he was really just a cannon fodder villain who was here to deliver points to the protagonist?
He didn't come to this world to seek death. He still wanted to dominate the world.
Long Hanyang, who was in a dilemma, did not notice Su Xiaosu's sympathetic gaze.
The cannon fodder Ninth Prince appeared. He was quite handsome, had an imposing appearance, and had an extraordinary air of nobility. Unfortunately, he couldn't think straight and tried to steal the female lead from the male lead. In the end, he was destroyed by the male lead along with his country.
The atmosphere in the hall was inexplicably strange. Xunmi looked happy on the surface, but she was speechless on the inside.
Was this guy from another world not planning to follow the script?
Speaking of which, ever since the transmigration girl's death, it seemed like the plot had collapsed so much that her parents couldn't even recognize her anymore - _ - | |
"Are you really Imperial Uncle Long Yize?" Long Hanyang, who couldn't think of anything after thinking for a long time, decided to wait and see. Actually, even if he wanted to do something, he didn't have the strength to do so.
His men and horses were in the hands of the other party, and he was still in the mountain village. Under such circumstances, what else could he do? Argue?
Long Yize glanced at Long Hanyang with contempt. "As expected of the son taught by Long Zhao. You're really not likable."
Long Hanyang was speechless. Damn it, was there a need to talk about the son taught by Long Zhao? This wasn't how hatred was drawn.
Wasn't this forcing him to be irritable? To be honest, one day he might be forced to do something even if he didn't want to.
Xunmi's mouth twitched. Her husband was indeed ferocious. With just a few words, he made the guy from another world want to explode on the spot.
If this happened a few more times, he would probably revolt.
Could it be that in the original plot, her husband fought with the guy from another world like this?
Then he deserved it. ~ (̄ Д ̄) ̄
"Imperial Uncle." Long Hanyang squeezed out the words from between his teeth. He endured it. After all, he was temporarily living under someone else's roof.
Long Yize's face was still sour, and his tone was unpleasant. "There's still Imperial Aunt."
Long Hanyang was speechless. He really didn't want to care whether he was the male lead or the cannon fodder or the villain. He just wanted to fight with this guy who was drawing hatred everywhere.
If he died, he would be lucky. If he lost, he would be unlucky.
He gritted his teeth and tried hard to spit out those two words, but he really couldn't.
Once his wife became his aunt, damn it. He was already very good-tempered that he hadn't flipped the table until now, okay?
But this elder didn't know how to understand his miserable nephew at all and kept hurting him like this. He would become evil.
"What, you don't want to?" Long Yize narrowed his eyes dangerously, and a murderous aura slowly brewed.
Did this thing have improper thoughts about Xunxun? How could that be? Drag him out and behead him.
Long Hanyang nodded wildly in his heart. He just didn't want to, but on the surface, he was so sullen that he couldn't do anything.
He liked her, and he still liked her, but after all, it was just a one-time encounter. Besides, a series of things just now had stimulated his nerves, and he felt that something had changed.
He couldn't tell exactly what had changed, but he felt that something was wrong.
"Imperial Uncle, I'm not ready yet." He took a deep breath. Even if he felt wrong, he couldn't lie to himself, and he couldn't give in because his heart told him that he couldn't do it.
He lowered his head, hiding the complicated feelings in his eyes and the emotions that he didn't understand.
Xunmi silently pinched her husband's waist. What a beautiful hand. She gave him 200 points because her husband was already in heaven.
"Ah … ouch, madam, madam, gentler, gentler."
What did it mean to be domineering? This was it. The domineering aura leaked out before it reached the end.
Long Yize's straight face also changed in a second. He stared at the person with a somewhat scary smile, silently wondering if he had done something bad again.
Why did he always feel that he had been reflecting on the same problem all this time? It was really too illogical.
He was so well-behaved and obedient. Sigh.
Xunmi pinched again. Usually, when her husband said that it hurt, it didn't hurt anymore.
"Madam, does your hand hurt? What if it hurts? If you're angry, whip it. Don't use your hand. It hurts me."
Long Yize took the mischievous little hand from his waist and looked at it in front of his eyes with a worried face.
She knew it. She gracefully rolled her eyes. She was immune to her husband's words.
What did he mean by whip? Once he saw her whip, he didn't know who it was. Haha!
The scene that he couldn't bear to look at and the words that he couldn't hear made Long Hanyang almost think that there was something wrong with his eyes and ears.
Oh my god, was this still the arrogant man just now?
He was going blind.
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