That lame prince stood up and kissed me

Jiang Xiaoman opened his mouth, not knowing how to react.

Did Rong Ting hear it?Did Rong Ting hear the nonsense he was babbling just now?

Jiang Xiaoman stood up and wanted to run, but he couldn't run, and he couldn't speak with his mouth; but Rong Ting didn't get any better, Rong Ting wanted to pretend to be cold, but he overheard Jiang Xiaoman behind him Praise him, but he can only blush.

The two stood there with their eyes intersecting, unable to utter a word.

"Okay, let's pray to each other." Chen Guiren saw their stupid faces, and snickered, "Don't make me stand still, and go to the bridal chamber after the worship."

The faces of the two blushed again, Rong Ting reached out and pulled Jiang Xiaoman, pulling Jiang Xiaoman away.

"It's like children holding hands." The nobles laughed again.

Rong Ting dragged Jiang Xiaoman all the way to a remote corner in the imperial garden before stopping, where the melted snow and mud were mixed together, and he would slip if he was not careful.

Jiang Xiaoman held up the hem of his clothes and asked nervously, "Bring me here to do it... woo!"

Before he finished speaking, Rong Ting pressed him on the rockery behind and kissed him until he was out of breath.

"Do, what to do!"

"Don't I want to kiss you everywhere alone?"

"I'm talking nonsense, you just pretend you didn't hear it!"

"Are the words behind that true or false?"

"Which sentence?" Jiang Xiaoman was confused by the kiss, he had already forgotten what he said, and only remembered when he saw Rong Ting glaring at him.Seeing that Rong Ting was still blushing, he thought it was amused, and said with a smile: "You would be embarrassed by such a thing!"

"Who told you to say it in front of other people!"

"Who was able to open his mouth in front of the people before, full of flirtatious words?"

"That's different!"

It's so funny, Jiang Xiaoman thought that male protagonists like Rong Ting would have no shame, but he didn't expect Rong Ting to be ashamed because he praised himself in front of others.

How can this cripple be so cute?

how come?

It was the first time for Jiang Xiaoman to experience such a feeling of liking so much that he didn't know what to do. He couldn't hold it back, and leaned over to kiss Rong Ting on his own initiative.Rong Ting was still shy there, his first reaction after being kissed by him was to back off.But Rong Ting stepped back in the mud and slipped.

Rong Ting sat down on the ground, Jiang Xiaoman pointed at Rong Ting and laughed, but even if he was pulled by Rong Ting, he also sat down on the ground, and Rong Ting pointed at him and laughed.

The two laughed at each other mercilessly, and when they couldn't laugh enough, they pinched the snow on the ground and smashed each other, making a fuss.

They didn't want to get up after the fight, they just squatted on the ground and huddled together to pinch the kittens and puppies with snow, and they started to fight again.

"What are you pinching that looks so similar to you?"

"Little pig! This is a little pig!"

"Sure enough, I pinched it according to my own appearance."

"Why is the prince so happy... Immortal?"

The emperor appeared without warning, Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly pulled Rong Ting up.The emperor only heard Rong Ting's voice from a distance, but he didn't expect Jiang Xiaoman to be here.But seeing that their hair was disheveled and their clothes were covered with mud, like two children who had just finished playing wild, the emperor couldn't help laughing again.

"What are you playing? I will also play."

As soon as the emperor's dragon robe was mentioned, he squatted down to look at the small animals they made on the ground without disdain.

Small animals lined up in the snow. The small animals made by Rong Ting were lifelike and decent, but Jiang Xiaoman's ones were not in shape. No matter whether it was a kitten, a dog or a pig, they were paralyzed on the ground without arms or legs. Like a pile of crap.

The emperor laughed when he saw the results of the two of them, grabbed a handful of snow and squeezed it seriously.

Suddenly one more person came in, and the two of them stopped laughing and just watched the emperor pinch the snow quietly.

The emperor pinched for a long time, pinched a strange-shaped little monster and put it in front of them, and asked, "Guess what I pinched?"

That thing is a four-faced thing, with a long body, two small protrusions on its head, and a small tail behind its buttocks.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at it for a long time and didn't know what it was, so he said: "Your Majesty made this...a dragon?"

The emperor smiled and said: "No, the immortal guessed wrong. What did Ting'er guess?"

Rong Ting looked at the four faces with a flat expression, and turned his eyes away to look at Jiang Xiaoman's ugly monster, and said softly: "Deer."

deer?How does this look like a deer?Jiang Xiaoman didn't think it looked like a deer, but he didn't expect the emperor to say: "It's a deer, and the prince understands."

The emperor picked up the four-faced deer and put it next to the animals made by Rong Ting, and said: "The prince is smart, he looks like everything since elementary school, and he can make snowballs so well. How come I always make some four-faced animals. Remember? ? You squeezed this kind of deer when you were young."

Rong Ting nodded lightly, the emperor suddenly recalled the past and started talking to the two of them.

In fact, they were all trivial things, nothing more than Rong Ting was sick when he was a child, the emperor felt sorry for him that he had no mother and concubine to take care of him, so he could only be taken care of by a palace maid, so he made some small things for him with snow to relieve his boredom.But the palace was warm, and those little snowballs melted shortly after entering the palace, and Rong Ting cried because of it.

Rong Ting could still cry, Jiang Xiaoman felt strange, looked at Rong Ting secretly, and saw Rong Ting's expression softened a little, he reached out to touch the deer lightly.

"Speaking of which, your mother and concubine just like deer. There was a hunt in the palace..." The emperor talked about Concubine Xian's life, and Rong Ting listened attentively.

His mother passed away before Rong Ting could remember, and the few impressions he had of his mother came from what the emperor told him.It's a pity that the father and son didn't get along for a long time, and they didn't have many opportunities to listen.Therefore, whenever he had the opportunity to listen, he always listened very carefully.

"She saw the doe with the fawn, and said that she would not allow everyone to draw their arrows. Usually, she is such a gentle woman, but she started to scold people. There are also a few officials in the group, who are usually poisonous. Really, I couldn't beat her at that time."

The emperor laughed when he said this, and Jiang Xiaoman laughed too.He had wondered before, Rong Ting didn't like to talk since he was a child, and no one in the palace chatted with him, where did those flirtatious words come from.Looking at it now, it turned out that it was inherited from his mother.

Rong Ting also laughed.The emperor had always loved and feared the eldest son who had always been indifferent. Now that he was willing to smile, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a few children laughed and shouted, and a few little princes ran to the corner and found the three of them, laughing and shouting: "Father!" "I found the father!"

The emperor laughed again when he saw a few little princes coming over, and said, "Come out to play? The immortal and your brother are still here!"

"Hello Immortal and Emperor Brother!"

Those little princes were only six or seven years old, and they were not afraid of Rong Ting at all, and they didn't care that Rong Ting was next to them, they jumped up and wanted to be hugged by the emperor.

Several children rushed like rockets and almost bumped into Jiang Xiaoman, but Rong Ting hurriedly stood in front of Jiang Xiaoman.

The child ran back and forth, and immediately crushed the little snowballs on the ground, leaving nothing behind.

The author has something to say: cold knowledge: the emperor gave birth to a lame man, and the emperor is 36 this year.