The reborn bastard is respected

Li Moran just walked out of An Guo Gong's mansion, and saw Duan Li with a ruddy face waiting at the door, and seeing his expression, he knew that he had really trotted all the way here.

"Brother Moran." Looking at Li Moran with bright eyes, it was like a puppy seeing its master.

Li Moran stepped on the footstool and got into the carriage: "Brother Duan, I will run back to school after hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

The carriage drove towards the Guozijian: "Slow down." Li Moran ordered the groom, then lifted the curtain at the back, and watched Duan Li running behind: Brother Duan, it's really hard work.

Li Moran looked at Duanli with warm eyes, which was not seen in other people. He was sensible and polite since he was a child, but he didn't know that he was alienating everyone in his heart. Only the unintelligent young master of Duanfu made him Treat each other with sincerity.

When they arrived at the Imperial College, Duan Li was already dripping with sweat. Li Moran took the kettle and said, "Drink." The water in it was hot.

Duan Li drank most of it in one gulp. Although he was tired from running, he felt very comfortable after running.

Li Moran took out the handkerchief to help Duanli wipe off his sweat, and then stuffed the handkerchief into his arms: "Remember to wash it when you go back at night."

"Okay." Duan Li smiled foolishly, "I'll bring it back to you tomorrow."

"No, I don't like it." Li Moran showed no expression.

"Then I will use it myself." Duan Li has long been used to his uncertainty, and he has used this veil for the rest of his life.

"Mr. Li is really kind to Mr. Duan." A gentle and unfamiliar voice came.

The two turned their heads and saw that it was Prince Gong's son Zhao Yuanhao coming.

"Morning Mr. Zhao." Duan Li greeted warmly.

"Where is it good? I'm afraid of leaving me, this kid is so stupid." Li Moran snorted.Li Moran should be close to Duanli. Although the other eight people in the school are all students of Duanlei, Li Moran is the only closed disciple in the true sense. He knew Duanli when he was three years old, and they are so-called childhood sweethearts. "Why did Prince Zhao come so early?"

"I am the prince's attendant. It will be ugly if you fall behind the prince. Mr. Duan and Mr. Li, there are so many princes of Zhao in the Dazhao Kingdom. How old are the two of you? If you don't mind, I will call you two." Duan Xiandi, Li Xiandi, you two can call me elder brother, how about it?"

"Brother Zhao." Li Moran was not polite.

"Brother Zhao." The etiquette has always been dominated by Li Moran.

Zhao Yuanchong came from far and near, and he heard Zhao Yuanhao's words clearly. Yesterday's politeness made him feel stuck, and today's Zhao Yuanhao's words made him feel stuck again.Li Moran, who was crying that day, is no longer seen, and now Mr. Li, who is smiling, always feels different from that day.

"Moran." Although the three of them gathered together, there was only one person watching in their eyes.Zhao Yuanchong was thinking in his heart again, is it because of her beauty that misleads others, or the impression that the baby cried that day was too deep.

"See Prince."

The three made a simple salute.

"No." Zhao Yuanchong walked up to Li Moran, covered Li Moran's face with his hands, "Did you bring a heater today?" His face was still a little cold.

Li Moran smiled, his folded bright eyes were really pretty, he shook his head, and asked very bluntly, "Did Brother Prince bring it for me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanchong raised his eyebrows with a smile, "What a smart kid." His eyebrows were raised, and he had the air of a future king of a country.Then he stuffed the small heater in his hand into Li Moran's arms.Then took his other hand, "Didn't you say yesterday that the food in the palace is delicious? Let someone bring it today, let's eat together at noon?"

"Okay." The soft and waxy voice is very nice.

In Zhao Yuanchong's heart, Li Moran was the child who cried in front of him that day and needed his care, not the genius who could compose poems at the age of three and compose songs at the age of four in the eyes of everyone.

When they walked into the school, Jing Wang's department was already there.

"See the prince." Several people saluted.

"No." Zhao Yuanchong led Li Moran into the room, seeing Zhao Yuanxian looking at them, he felt a little proud.I robbed him yesterday, and see if he still robs today.Zhao Yuanchong thought again, if he robs again, he will not be spared when Zhao Yuanxian salutes in the future.