Yan Zhantian really wanted to have close contact with Jiang You, but when he actually came into contact, he was stiff and his hands and feet were not in control.
His mind went blank, and he carried the ginger on his back and walked awkwardly, as if he had just learned to walk.
Such an innocent appearance piqued the sexual preferences of the audience in the live broadcast room, and they started teasing her with sarcastic remarks, followed by a wave of rewards.
[Sexy Little Spider]: I don’t want to rush, but his ears are red!
[The Wife of the Soul Pawn Shop]: There are such innocent men in ancient romance novels. I have found a treasure and can be trained well.
[I am a native dog and I love dog blood]: Swing up the little leather whip
Jiang You had become accustomed to the virtues of this group of spectators, and he lay comfortably on Yan Zhantian's back, admiring the ten-step view of Prince Zhan's palace.
The War Prince's Mansion was not only large, but also very luxurious. It had carved jade railings and coral and jade trees. Just picking out a brick from the ground was enough for ordinary people to live a prosperous life. This shows the War Prince's meritorious service and the emperor's favor.
However, the more honor and favor Yan Zhantian continues to receive now, the more miserable his death will be in the future when the emperor liquidates him.
Of course, as the protagonist, Yan Zhantian will not die. But the emperor's temptations and assassinations will never be less. His life in the future will definitely be exciting.
Jiang You had been around a lot in the modern world before, and they were all stories about torture because of illogical logic. This was her first exposure to ancient power schemes, and she became a little excited.
Regarding the matter of substitute marriage, it was actually not important at all. The emperor didn't care who married Yan Zhantian, so pointing Jiang Xueer to him was meant to be humiliating.
If he knew that the Jiang family secretly tricked Chen Cang and sent a slave to a sedan chair, he would be even happier.
And Yan Zhantian didn't care who he married. Perhaps in his plan, the princess was just a dispensable decoration. He would keep her in the backyard for peace of mind. If she was used by the emperor, she would be killed directly.
He and people like him will not be manipulated at all.
It's just that the heroine was an accident, maybe it was love at first sight, or maybe it was love that lasted for a long time. In short, when love came, there was no way to stop it. Yan Zhantian's old house was on fire, and he took the heroine under his wings.
The issue of substitute marriage is just the selling point of this book. The heroine is the first point of view. Readers will naturally take on the role of the heroine and look at the world from the heroine's perspective. They want to see how the heroine plans a counterattack when she is treated unfairly.
Massacre in all directions.
Jiang You habitually analyzes from multiple angles. According to the routine of romance novels, the heroine should first fight against the Jiang family, and then join hands with the hero to overthrow the emperor, ascend the throne as empress, and dominate the world.
Of course, the routine is this kind of routine, but the details are different. The framework has been set, but the flesh and blood has to be slowly filled and carved.
"Your Majesty, Princess." While Jiang You was distracted by his thoughts, Yan Zhantian had already carried her outside the hospital.
"Princess, what's wrong? What's wrong with you?" The maid hurriedly came up to interrupt Jiang You's thoughts.
Jiang regained his composure, and after being put down by Yan Zhantian, he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just that the shoes don't fit."
She sat on the chair and kicked her shoes lightly, and the shoes fell off her feet.
Yan Zhantian couldn't help but look at her feet, and saw a jade foot sticking out from the skirt. It was small, exquisite, and white in color.
She wasn't even wearing socks!
Yan Zhantian looked at the exquisite white soles of the feet and the lovely shiny toes. His eyes were inexplicably hot. He couldn't help but half-knelt on the ground, picked up the foot and held it in his palm.
Jiang subconsciously twitched again, but Yan Zhantian's grip was tight, and she couldn't pull away. She tilted her head and asked silent questions.
"Please come to Xiu Niang." Yan Zhantian turned his back to the servant and ordered.