After the Destiny Child was reborn

The two came back with a lot of firewood in their arms, and the dead branches were drenched in the rain, so it was a waste of effort to make a fire.

The flames fluttered up and down, recalling the sound of beeping firewood burning in the cave.

Liang Jingzhan took out a warm purple hair band from his arms, even the hair band exuded the smell of lilac.

The flames reflected Liang Jingzhan's face more tenderly, and every casual smile and small movement carried a wonderful feeling in Fu Yanning's eyes.

Seeing Liang Jingzhan approaching him with a hair band and sitting down behind him, Fu Yanning moved his body and tried to refuse: "Don't bother Your Highness, I can take care of my own affairs."

The people behind him probably didn't listen to him again, Fu Yanning felt that a hand had already touched his head, and his fingers wrapped around his hair round and round.

He heard the people behind him sneer: "Your hair is wet, why tie it up? I'll tie it up for you tomorrow morning."

In the sound of flames, Liang Jingzhan's voice seemed to have a warm temperature, and every word sounded like brewed wine, with intoxicating tenderness.

Fu Yanning looked at the flames, half-closed his eyes, in a daze, he was really almost intoxicated by it.

A stone was thrown at him and rolled to his feet.

The person who threw the stone was sitting opposite him, on the other side of the flame, with a look of resentment that the concubine of the harem had been left out in the cold.

He didn't say anything, Liang Jingzhan, who was wiping Fu Yanning's hair behind him, lowered his tone and called out in a dark voice, "Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Nian reluctantly took another stone and drew circles on the ground.

Fu Yanning was blocked by his sleeve, her hair wasn't much wet, and it was almost dry after a while.

Liang Jingzhan straightened his soft black hair, walked around to Fu Yanning's side from behind, and sat down next to him.

Fu Yanning beside him moved and sat a little further away from him.

Liang Jingzhan laughed at his simplicity.

Fu Yanning had already yawned several times since he lit the fire, and he probably couldn't stand the sleepiness long ago, and was about to fall asleep soon.

It's not too late to wait.

Liang Jingzhan leisurely added firewood to the fire, humming a song to help him fall asleep.

When the temperature is warm enough and a person feels comfortable, he will definitely feel sleepy.

Liang Jingzhan didn't wait too long, he just went out to collect firewood, and when he came back, Fu Yanning had already fallen asleep with his head on the rock wall.

He smiled triumphantly, tiptoed to Fu Yanning and sat down next to him, leaning his head on Fu Yanning's shoulder, and fell asleep with the sound of the flames beating.

After sleeping for a while, Liang Jingzhan vaguely felt that someone was taking off his clothes, and those little hands were stroking around his arms, which was not good at all.

In a daze, he raised his eyelids, and the person in front of him was Fu Yanning.

It's nothing, but what's terrible is that Fu Yanning's coat seems to have been taken off, leaving only a snow-white middle coat.

Wait, am I dreaming?

This kind of thing that is not as good as a beast is not done by this king.

How could this king be so rampant, and how could Fu Yanning approach him so actively?

Fu Yanning's expression faltered as soon as he opened his eyes, and the movement of picking his jade belt seemed even more awkward.

Liang Jingzhan leaned against the rock wall, his bright eyes opened and then half closed again.

He still couldn't believe that he would have such a dream.

too frightening.

The jade belt around his waist was loose, and his clothes were already open. Fu Yanning stretched out his hands to undress him, but those cool hands kept brushing against his Adam's apple...

This is very uncomfortable.

Liang Jingzhan snorted, grabbed Fu Yanning's disorganized hand, and pulled him down.

Anyway, it was in a dream, and it was nothing.

In the dream, Fu Yanning panicked on his face and pushed his hands on his chest, but this aroused the desire in his eyes even more.

Liang Jingzhan lowered his head and slowly approached Fu Yanning's ear, spraying his breath indiscriminately on him, tearing at his middle coat with one hand indiscriminately, revealing a piece of snow-white chest. Covering the ground, it looks more attractive.

"It smells so good..." Liang Jingzhan seemed to be able to smell the scent of lilac from his neck, and said in a daze.

Fu Yanning gradually became quiet, and the little hands supporting his chest did not resist, and stared at him stupidly with open eyes.

Liang Jingzhan could clearly see from his eyes that his appearance was reflected in those eyes.

It's so real in the dream.

It would be nice if it wasn't in a dream.

Fu Yanning watched Liang Jingzhan getting closer and closer to him, and the haziness in his eyes became more and more serious. Fortunately, he still had the last trace of consciousness.

Fu Yanning went around to the back of his head and knocked hard.

Suddenly there was a weight on his shoulders.

Liang Jingzhan's head fell directly on his shoulder.

But at last it stopped and sank to death.

He was really... terrified.

Fu Yanning let him lie down for a while, blinked and looked at Liang Jingzhan's profile, and took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood.

Seeing that he had no movement, Fu Yanning struggled to get out from under him.

With a straight face, Fu Yanning tidied up the messed up clothes, raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

After resting for a while, he looked down at Liang Jingzhan and rolled over his body.

Fu Yanning slowly took off his clothes, and put them on the wooden rack set aside to bake.

His clothes were also next to him. Fu Yanning squeezed Liang Jingzhan's clothes, which were heavy and wet, and a few puddles of water could be squeezed out with just a twist, but his clothes were as if they hadn't been drenched in rain at all. .

Fu Yanning pursed her lips, her face full of disgust.

This man still likes to be brave, and it's still in front of him.

Is it because he looks like that Qingqing?

What does that have to do with me.

Fu Yanning drove the messy thoughts out of her mind, returned to sleep next to Liang Jingzhan.

The next day, Zhongshu Province.

"I just saw Fu Shizhong and Rong Wang coming through the palace gate together!" The speaker couldn't hide his surprise in his tone.

This sentence is like cold water pouring into a hot pot, causing layers of waves at once.

"It's like looking for hoofprints in the heavy snow, which is rare! Are you sure that the two of them are walking together?"

"Really? Are the two arguing fiercely?" The man's enthusiasm for watching the excitement rushed to his head.

"Although Fu Shizhong is fierce, he shouldn't be able to quarrel with King Rong."

"how do you know?"

Someone agreed with him: "It seems so."

"Isn't it? Fu Shizhong satirized King Rong's thick-skinned appearance no less than a hundred times all day long. Have you ever seen him get angry?"

Several people nodded at the same time, "There is no excitement to watch, so be busy."

They each returned to their desks and got busy with the matter at hand.

Hearing footsteps, all the colleagues in the palace looked up and saw Liang Jingzhan and Fu Yanning walking in one after the other.

Liang Jingzhan was in the front, triumphant.

Fu Yanning was behind, sullen.

In addition, they also saw Fu Shizhong's attire today, but it was very strange, especially the hair, the long hair was loosely tied with a purple headband, as if it was about to fall off at any time.

But Rong Wang, who always dressed casually, was meticulously dressed.

The two of them seemed to have changed bodies.

After seeing Fu Yanning's colder and more solemn expression than usual, his colleagues all lowered their heads in unison, as quiet as a chicken.

Liang Jingzhan sat down in front of his desk, his head felt dizzy when he saw the thick documents, and his head hurt even more.

I don't know what happened last night. The back of my head hurts all morning, and it still hurts now.

Liang Jingzhan's thoughts turned back and forth, and he returned to this morning.

Thinking of the dream-like scene last night, he raised his head with a playful smile on his lips, stroked his chin and looked at the person opposite.

When I woke up this morning, I turned around and saw Fu Yanning sleeping on his left hand side. Fortunately, Fu Yanning's clothes were still on, which showed that he hadn't done anything wicked.

What made him feel that what happened last night might not be a dream was that Fu Yanning was originally on his right hand side, but changed his position as soon as he woke up.

What's more, Fu Yanning's earlobe would be strangely red this morning as long as he set eyes with him, and his eyes blinked like a little girl seeing her lover, and she almost lowered her head as soon as she raised her eyes.

But he still thought it was just a simple dream.

On the way into the palace, Fu Yanning's expression was as serious as before, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating, as if nothing happened.

He purposely leaned over to say a word to Fu Yanning, and Fu Yanning sneered back at him, his voice full of sarcasm.

In his dream, he still remembered that when he was about to kiss Fu Yanning, Fu Yanning pushed him away and sat down on his left.

Then...Fu Yanning in the dream started to cry.

Looking at that face again, Liang Jingzhan was even more sure that it was a dream.

With a cold and unapproachable face, an indifferent expression, and a harsh tone of voice, how could such a person cry, even if he was killed, he would not be able to imagine what it was like.

forget about it.

Liang Jingzhan shook his head, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and began to concentrate on drafting an edict.

"It turns out that Your Highness really didn't lie to me!" Liang Jingzhan wrote seriously, and there was a familiar voice next to him: "It will really come back by itself."

Liang Jingzhan smiled sullenly, and when he looked up, it was the junior official who was in charge of the supervisor of ceremonies.

The little official was holding a scale, and there was an official seal on the scale plate. When he saw the scale on it, he almost burst into laughter.

"I've already said it, and I'm here, so why panic?" Liang Jingzhan patted the official seal in the box, "How about it, you're not short of weight, right?"

The little official smiled, with admiration in his eyes: "No more, no less, enough. Your Highness is really amazing. Now I don't have to lose my head. If it weren't for His Highness, I would have been scared to death."

"Then you have to thank Fu Shizhong. Without Fu Shizhong's help, the seal will not come back." Liang Jingzhan took the box from the scale and took out the official seal.

"Fu...Fu Shizhong?" The little official was astonished, as if he didn't believe it, "Fu Shizhong...he...would help His Highness find the official seal?"

"Of course, when you go to thank him, you can pass along a word for me." Liang Jingzhan waved his hand, motioning for him to come over.

The little official listened to him in a daze, but never dared to walk towards the person opposite.

The little official looked at him begging for help, wondering: "Chen...can I not go? Fu...Fu waits for him...he is not good at talking..."

Liang Jingzhan put down his pen, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What do you think?"

The little official swallowed his saliva, and with a heartbroken heart, he walked to the opposite side with shaky footsteps. He didn't even remember how he summoned up the courage to walk over.

The person before the case was still reviewing the documents with his head down, looking from the side, he looked serious and not tacky, but it was hard to get close to him.

"Fu...Old Fu Xiaoge."

Liang Jingzhan snickered on the opposite side, "Speak as you speak, what are you bragging about Fu Shizhong?"

The mouth is like dew.

Seeing that Xiaoguan's lips trembled in fright, Liang Jingzhan didn't tease him any more, and didn't say anything after that.

Fu Yanning put down his pen.

The little official hastily lowered his head, speechless: "Your Highness said that thanks to Mr. Fu Xiaoge's help, the official seal...was recovered, and my head grew back. Your Highness asked me to personally thank Mr. Fu Xiaoge."

"No need." Fu Yanning picked up the pen again and wrote seriously on the paper.

Liang Jingzhan saw that the little official was confused, he was speechless, and moved a few steps, as if he wanted to leave.

Liang Jingzhan rubbed his chin, squinted his eyes and reminded with a smile, "I haven't brought my words yet."

"Hmm." The officer returned to Fu Yanning in despair, "His Royal Highness...His Royal Highness asked the minister to send a message to Elder Fu Ge."

Fu Yanning stopped writing, and was finally willing to look up at him.

After just looking at it, he lowered his head again.

Liang Jingzhan snorted and stopped writing at all, looking at him lazily with his head propped up.

The little official had a weird and tangled expression, and it was hard to tell. After thinking about it several times, he finally said it out, "His Royal Highness said Fu Sizhong wanted..."

The little official coughed, and the two words quickly slipped from the tip of his tongue, "...His Highness will personally send it to Fu Shizhong's residence tonight."

"What?" Fu Yanning didn't understand what the two words he slid over, so he put down his pen and asked.

The author has something to say: Liang Jingzhan: It would be great if I could lie in Fu Shizhong's arms and sleep.

Fu Yanning: Delusion!