The Beauty with Green Tea Disease Just Wants to Be a Salted Fish (Puishu)

Original title: "I'm so tired that I want my villain brother to hold me to sleep" Fu Cheng transformed into the stunning beauty in the Machiavellian novel. Rumor has it that he is as tall as a willow tree and has a beautiful face. Even the ruthless villain Yu Hanzhou and the prince who is bent on seizing power fight endlessly for him. Yu Hanzhou is the villain of a generation of powerful officials. Honest officials hate him and reviled him, corrupt officials fear him and support him, and the aging emperor has to rely on him to stabilize his empire. And Fu Cheng was the prince's childhood sweetheart, and was sent by the prince to Yu Hanzhou as an undercover agent. It is said that Yu Hanzhou fell in love with him at first sight and even if he betrayed him, he would take him to his death. And after the prince gave him to Yu Hanzhou, he thought about it day and night. Seeing his death, he completely became the white moonlight in his heart. The destined-to-die Fu Cheng: "But I don't want to do anything." He is just the ultimate salted fish, a little quilt that can never die and just wants to lie flat. ——The prince asked him to seduce Yu Hanzhou? He transformed into his true form: a soft and warm little quilt, which was attached to Yu Hanzhou every day, in close contact with his eight-pack abdominal muscles, and relied on Yang Qi to "live". ——The prince asked him to deliver the message. He hooked Yu Hanzhou's neck today and said, "I'm so tired. I want my brother to hold me to sleep." Tomorrow, he fainted in Yu Hanzhou's arms and said, "Brother, my heart aches." Then he almost rode on Yu Hanzhou's head to dominate. ——The prince gave an ultimatum. Fu Cheng took the note and burned a corner of it, then deliberately stuffed it under the pillow. That night, Yu Hanzhou clutched the piece of paper and pulled the boneless beauty onto his lap, with a gloomy look on his face: "Throw yourself into a trap?" Fu Cheng yawned and wiped her tears coquettishly: "I am a spy. That stinky thief of the prince is nagging me every day and wants me to do this and that. Why? In this way... Just kill me and avoid future troubles..." Before he finished speaking, Fu Cheng was tightly held in Yu Hanzhou's arms. The man rubbed his lips and threatened: "Don't say angry words, I will send someone to take your place." "..." Unable to seek death, I closed my eyes and slept peacefully, thinking to myself, sooner or later I would have to die for my love. However, Fu Cheng waited and waited, and when it was time to be buried, he discovered... Because he absorbed Yu Hanzhou's yang energy every day, his illness was cured. Jiangshan suddenly changed his surname to Yu. He became a scourge that confused the new emperor, and was hidden in the imperial palace. Yu Hanzhou looked at him like a ball in his eye, and no one could see him. Want to be buried? Let's see how long Yu Hanzhou can live first. ——The following is the attack perspective copy—— No one knows that Yu Hanzhou, who has all the power in the world, actually came from a poor family. It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and as a young boy, he was the top scorer in high school, but he was impersonated again. After throwing random punches, he pinned him down in front of the county government office. He watched helplessly as the corrupt officials and lackeys beat old people passing by to death, but no one dared to come out to seek justice. That was the first time he saw the world clearly. In the dead of night, in the heavy snow, when he was about to freeze to death, a soft and fragrant dumpling ran out of nowhere, plunged it into his arms, and gently touched his little hand to turn it into a familiar corner of the quilt, showing it to him, just to prove that he could keep warm. Yu Hanzhou thought at that time: This is really the stupidest little monster in the world. But, if he could survive, he would definitely take this little quilt demon into his arms, squeeze it into his palms, and never allow him to come out and let others warm him at will. Who would have thought that when I woke up, there would be nothing in my arms. Until one day, when he became the prime minister and served as the chief minister of the cabinet, he saw the quilt that had kept him warm when he was a child next to the prince of the dynasty... A cold, squeamish, sickly beauty, the ultimate salty quilt demon Note: [When Gong was a boy, he was resurrected from death twice, so he was not an ordinary person. He was immortal and kept his youthful form. [Thanks to my treasure~the cover gifted by my gay friend Fox~] ——————The following is the pre-receipt copy—————— "The sick beauty who has survived for thousands of years in the museum begged a lot of money for a cage." Copywriting: ——How to live out this life without contacting human beings? The possessive and gloomy ghost emperor attacks the sick and weak green tea beauty Qiao Fu was sick and taciturn since childhood, but his appearance, talent and reputation were unparalleled in the world. She was a delicate and sick beauty who was famous in the Li Dynasty. Before she could reach her peak, she was imprisoned in the palace by the violent and tyrannical King Li. Many people in the world lamented, but there was nothing they could do. Once King Li died, Qiao Fu was supposed to be buried. The crystal coffin was closed and opened, but he did not die. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the museum thousands of years later and became a living fossil beauty that has not decayed for thousands of years. Beauty is weak and has no owner, so it is natural for others to covet her. However... The proud disciple of an archaeological expert who tried to touch Qiao Fu fell ill with a strange disease on the first day and suffered severe pain in his hands. The boss wanted to make Qiao Fu a superstar, but within two days the company was having troubles... After several accidents like this, the world knew that Qiao Fu was untouchable. People around him are always unlucky because of him. Just like in his previous life, Qiao Fu found a well for himself. He was about to go in and wait for death, but a cold and majestic male voice sounded in his head casually: "The lonely little queen has become sensible. She knows how to reject those crazy bees and butterflies without anyone watching her." Upon hearing this familiar tone, Qiao Fu's hooded eyes trembled, and he lowered his head weakly. But the man was not satisfied yet. In the darkness, cold fingertips covered his eyes, slowly stroking the red silk on them, and the breath of intimacy and danger approached: "Do you want to be alone?" Qiao Fu stopped shaking. His pretty face, which was originally dull, turned red. He gave a small smile and responded softly: "I thought about it." Intention: Even if you are in a desperate situation, you must have hope and move forward.