I was not reborn to be a substitute

Lu Chenan didn't come back in a hurry until it was lunch time. He brought all vegetarian food, and there was nowhere to find even a little bit of oil.

Fu Huai frowned slightly looking at the clear soup and little water.

"Hurry up and eat, Your Excellency."

Sitting beside him, Lu Chen'an had suppressed the discomfort and strong sense of inferiority that surged up in his heart just now, and now he became calm when facing Fu Huai.

He can even play tricks on him intentionally.

After all, he always felt that he could not be completely restrained by the pain of the past and affect his current life.

The man on the bed didn't show any displeasure. Ever since recalling the memories of this life, Fu Huai seemed to have changed his composure.

Fu Huai picked up the chopsticks carved from ivory and said with certainty after picking up a piece:

"You did it yourself."

Lu Chen'an did not deny it, and was still flipping through the classics beside him. There was a reason why he did it himself.

Just now I went to see my teacher at the musician's place and played a tune.

Fu Huai taught him to play the guqin at the beginning, but now that he is not around and listening to it, Lu Chenan feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But even if he doesn't adapt, so what, Fu Huai has a little respect for him, but he still doesn't know what Fu Huai thinks and does every day, such as why he pretends to be unconscious.

And saying that you can't help yourself... are all excuses for prevarication.Even so, thinking of Fu Huai's patience when he was teaching him when he was a child, Lu Chenan still made the food himself.

Flipping through to the back, Lu Chenan finally couldn't hold back the irritability in his heart: "I want to go out of the palace to pay a private visit on Weifu."

"Stop reading those picture novels."

Although advocating not talking when eating or sleeping, Fu Huai stopped what he was doing and replied.

"Ming Jun will go to the people to see the sufferings of the people, and then he will work hard and work hard when he comes back, and he will do his best and die."

Fu Huai couldn't help laughing at the fact that his little prince used idioms indiscriminately. He was clearly the one who taught the child at the beginning, so why didn't he inherit any of his talents.

Sure enough, the former emperor was too stupid, which affected Lu Chenan's character.

But he just loves little things like that.

Fu Huai put down his chopsticks, and wiped his lips with a brocade handkerchief in a very elegant manner: "You are already a wise king."

"..."

Lu Chen'an had nothing to say when he was refuted by Fu Huai's bland response, and was a little annoyed thinking that he could choke on Fu Huai's words.

However, at this moment, a cold arrow pierced through the window paper and shot straight at the back of his head. Fu Huai instinctively moved forward and pressed Lu Chenan to the ground forcefully, even overturning the desk in front of him because of the excessive range of motion. .

"What's wrong?" Lu Chenan asked Fu Huai at a loss as he was crushed under him.

"No problem."

Fu Huai patted the man in his arms on the back, and the arrow was pinned on his shoulder blade impartially. The pain it caused was self-evident, but he felt relieved when he saw that his little prince was fine. .

It was because he underestimated the enemy too much, never thought that those people could hurt people in the palace.

Without knowing it, Lu Chenan stretched out his hands that had nowhere to place them and caressed Fu Huai's back. The hot feeling near the arrow feathers almost burned his heart.

"Because of me?"

"I'm fine." Fu Huai slowly let go of Lu Chenan, his voice was still casual and calm, as if the arrow didn't hit him.

Only the dense cold sweat on the forehead showed the master's pain.

For a while, Lu Chenan couldn't care less about looking for an imperial doctor. Unable to restrain his emotions, he couldn't help but lay down in Fu Huai's arms, tears hitting Fu Huai's shoulders uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: The next chapter should be an accident (?﹏?).Indulging in the fifth personality, it's too late to update the article.