[Arrogant in appearance but innocent in nature, he is attacked by a sinister, ruthless, sick and weak person in a wheelchair]
#enemyliterature #rivalsturnedlovers #confrontationroad
It is expected to be published in 2026.06
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After Xiao Hang died in a school bus accident, he transformed into a mentally retarded little good-for-nothing prince.
On the day he first arrived, before he could figure out anything, he accidentally caused Jingyuan Marquis Xie Yan, who was suffering from a chronic illness and was unable to walk, to fall into the lake.
Xie Yan was the minister of Dali Temple at that time and was the number one traitor in Daye.
Taking advantage of his position, he formed cliques for personal gain, harmed loyal people, and used endless ruthless methods to try cases and propose punishments.
People always see the sinister sick figure sitting in a wheelchair, running over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with white bones underneath.
When he was rescued, Xie Yan vomited out a cold blood mist, and the water droplets condensed into ice on the tips of his hair.
He stared at Xiao Hang, his cold eyes seemed to be like an endless hell, thousands of sharp swords were tempered, and if any of them flew out, they would see blood and seal their throats.
Just when Xiao Hang thought he was about to burp and catch a cold, the voice of heaven suddenly sounded:
Well done!
Granted you a time-traveling mission—Xie Yan is so angry.
As long as Xiao Hang can be so angry that Xie Yan vomits three liters of blood in total, the God of Time Travel will send him back to modern times to prevent the tragedy and save the lives of all the teachers and students in the car.
Xiao Hang: Not only can I go back to save people, but I can also eradicate the cancer in Daye. How can such a good thing be possible? Do it, must do it!
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So Xiao Hang began to think about Xie Yan every day, and always acted as a follower when Xie Yan investigated the case. His tricks included but were not limited to:
Organize Xie Yan's underworld marriage with the dead; use corpse oil to cook vegetables for Xie Yan; lead Xie Yan to see the treasure graveyard he selected for him, and dig the soil with his own hands...
The government and the public in Daye are in turmoil, and mysterious crimes occur frequently.
Demons suck marrow, ghosts seduce souls, red and white collide with evil spirits, snake babies cannibalize...
Xiaohang Kuku caused trouble.
Xie Yan vomited blood.
The puzzle... Can the puzzle be solved easily?
All the courtiers were deeply worried about Xiao Hang:
The dim-witted Seventh Prince wouldn't really think that Marquis Jingyuan spared his life because of his face that arouses all the love and makes people reluctant to kill him, right?
That is obviously because every time he behaves abstractly, Jingyuan Hou can unlock the key ideas of the case.
As the wheelchair rolled past everyone, Xie Yan's tone could be as cruel and cruel as possible:
"My lords are right, I want to give the Seventh Prince a life on credit so that he can be tortured slowly in the future."
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No one expected:
That year, it was the "sycophant" Xie Yan who overturned the old injustice and eradicated the evil forces;
That year, it was the "idiot" Xiao Hang who took over the crown prince's treasure and restored peace to the world.
The nine heavens closed the palace, and all the nations wore their hats and worshiped them.
The two of them stepped out of the imperial court, each throwing a dagger of thunder and fire, as if they could devour the other alive.
When the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty saw this, their hearts became cold:
It's over, it's over, Daye has welcomed Haiyanheqing, why can't Marquis Jingyuan and the Crown Prince still let each other go?
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No one knows that Xiao Hang and Xie Yan met at a private garden on the outskirts of Beijing that night.
... On the bed.
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the candle shadows are shaking red.
Xiao Hang stared at the statistics of Xie Yan's vomited blood on the intracranial light screen, and prepared to implement the final plan.
"Isn't it possible that Mr. Hou's body is not good enough?"
He lay on his side on the bed, arrogantly provocative.
Xie Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, supported his body inch by inch with his legs, and pushed Xiao Hang under him with his backhand. His long fingers opened his clothes and roamed his chest.
Xiao Hang was aroused by the touch of Xie Yan's cold fingertips. His eyes unconsciously avoided the giant shadow that covered his body, and his eyelashes trembled slightly:
"... Hou, Master Hou, what are you doing?"
Xie Yan almost kissed the tip of Xiao Hang's thin red ear, blowing a wisp of his sweet and cold breath, and the brilliance in his eyes was three points sharp and five points charming:
"Whether it works or not, Your Highness will know after trying it."
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# I want the Dharma to be as clear as a mirror in this vast universe #
# I want this clear world, justice shines in the sky #
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Recipient: Xiao Hang (Xiao Lingchuan)
Attack: Xie Yan (Xie Zangzhou) Yanyǎn; Tibetan cáng
Everyone looks good regardless of whether they are attacked or received, and they will all be condensed.
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[Food Guide + Mine Clearance]
①This article should be regarded as my return to my comfort zone... Right?
The plot is a unit case with a slightly weird atmosphere, supplemented by a very, very slight power struggle in the court (in fact, it is doubtful whether the author's IQ is capable of this);
Emotionally speaking, this is a common routine in #enemyliterature # rivals turn into lovers, and you will be very favored by the attacker in the later stage;
② At the beginning, he will be paralyzed and cannot walk at all. Later, through unremitting rehabilitation, he will recover a little. He can stand up and walk slowly, but he will not fully recover. Most of the time, he still has to rely on a wheelchair;
③ There seems to be nothing else to exclude, except that the subject matter is still relatively cold. I hope that the CP emotional model of this article will be more mainstream...
Intention: I have good intentions, even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets
