Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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"Don't move..." Fu Zhuo said anxiously.

Nan Ruo's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the psychiatric hospital that he went to in his previous life to collect materials. Some patients became ill and refused to recognize their relatives and were extremely aggressive. There is no sedative at the moment.

His fingers froze and remained motionless, for fear of irritating people and causing a tragedy.

Fortunately, the prince didn't bite down hard, as if he had grabbed the toy he wanted, the tips of his teeth were itchy and unbearable. There was pain, but it was within the tolerable range.

Nan Ruo observed his expression and called softly, "Your Highness?"

Fu Zhuo: "It's useless, he will be unconscious and won't wake up, but don't resist, the more you resist him, the more fierce you will be."

Nan Ruo called again, although the prince responded to his voice, but he was obviously silent in his own consciousness, not fully awake, but he didn't shed any more tears, just biting him.

"How long has your Highness been like this?"

Fu Zhuo sighed and said, "It's not long since he's been like this. In the past, he only hurt himself, or beat and beat to get his anger out. It's become more and more serious in the past two years, and he can't hold it back when he attacks, and it's getting worse and worse. frequently……"

Nan Ruo frowned. Based on his understanding of this aspect, this kind of situation should be treated with medicine, but there is no such medicine in this era.

Fu Zhuo wiped off the sweat: "Don't look at him being merciful to you, it's someone else, even if it's me, believe it or not, my cousin would bite it hard, the bleeding from the skin is light..."

He slumped down beside the bed and tapped his shoulders: "You don't know how hard it took to tie him up, but I'm exhausted."

Nan Ruo was surprised: "You alone?"

With the crown prince's skill, how could Fu Zhuo alone be able to control the denial of the six relatives.

"Of course not." Fu Zhuo said, "There is also Liu Duan and his two godsons, they will stand guard at the front, and outside they will faint in grief like princes."

Seeing that Nan Ruo had been squatting, he got up and pulled the curtain behind his buttocks: "Sit and wait."

Nan Ruo frowned: "Just wait like this?"

Do something to relieve?

Fu Zhuo simply sat down beside him: "It's useless, we've tried everything we can do, and nothing—huh?"

The prince stopped talking abruptly, and stared straight at him.

Nan Ruo and Fu Zhuo turned their heads to follow his gaze, and saw Fu Zhuo's arm on his shoulder.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Fu Zhuo quickly put down his hand, and moved to the side, trying to keep some distance between him and Nan Ruo.

The prince withdrew his gaze, and Nan Ruo took the opportunity to pull out his finger, but failed, so he could only try to change one.

"Ask you one thing, do you know why the prince..."

While speaking, he glanced at the prince, and his eyelids twitched. He didn't pay attention when he changed his fingers. After the change, he realized that the prince changed from biting horizontally to vertically, but he also changed to the middle finger. Moist tongue sweeps...

A pile of waste that had been suppressed in the depths of his mind surged up.

I rely on, there is a picture.

"Why what?" Fu Zhuo asked.

"Why..." Nan Ruo's Adam's apple slipped, and he turned his eyes away, "Why me?"

This is not a good thing about the abundance of network disk resources. It is yellow in color when viewed horizontally.

Looking at Fu Zhuo again, he couldn't bear to look directly at him, oh, I forgot that this is a practical person.

"What are you? Oh, you said that your cousin treats you..." Fu Zhuo coughed dryly and turned his eyes away, "Isn't this a matter between you, how do I know."

Nan Ruo was expressionless.

You don't know what month old you are?Are you bored?

"Maybe it's fate." Fu Zhuo said sincerely, "You and your cousin are childhood sweethearts, ah no, they know each other well and share the same interests..."

Nan Ruo looked at him and said nothing.

Fu Zhuo stopped talking nonsense, sighed helplessly, and said, "He didn't tell me what my cousin thinks, I saw it myself, not to mention love, how can others explain it clearly, you look like Changle, she likes it Everyone in Sun Heli's capital city doesn't read jokes, but she just likes..." Glancing at the prince, she hurriedly said, "Of course my cousin and you are not a joke, you make a pair every other day."

Nan Ruo: "..."

His finger was suddenly bitten hard, he didn't care, and wanted to continue to ask Fu Zhuo, but the force of the bite increased, Nan Ruo suffered from pain, turned his head to face the dissatisfied prince, his eyes were gloomy and full of aggressiveness, as if he was going to kill him. His fingers clicked, cracked and swallowed.

"Understood, I don't look at him." Nan Ruo ground his teeth, and he wanted to bite someone too.

Without further ado, Fu Zhuo turned around and left his back to them, covering his ears: "Just pretend I don't exist."

Nan Ruo was speechless, and could only stare at the prince with big eyes and small eyes, facing the imaginative picture directly, trying to let him bite with his fingers, moving his fingers and pressing the pulp until it was soft and wet, the picture rushed to his face, and he stopped immediately action.

But the prince was startled by him, stopped grinding his teeth, curled his tongue up and licked his fingertips a few times.

Nan Ruo touched her lower teeth with the tip of her tongue, wanting a cigarette very much.

In his previous life, he was used to coffee and cigarettes. Although he completely quit physically after time travelling, he still remembers it mentally. He hasn't completely stopped thinking about it for almost five years. At this moment, he especially wants to smoke.

I can't smoke anymore, so I can only recite the "Heart Sutra" silently in my heart to divert my attention:

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time...

After reading it twice, he gradually calmed down. After thinking about it, he decided to try to see if he could wake up the prince.

"Your Highness." He found the prince's hand tied behind him, took the initiative to hold it, and observed his expression, "Can you hear what I said?"

Fu Zhuo covered his ears: "It's useless, he can't hear."

Nan Ruo didn't give up, and called out a few more times, but the prince was still indifferent, he hesitated for a moment, and licked his lips: "Xia Houzhi."

Fu Zhuo quickly turned his head.

Nan Ruo didn't pay attention to his eyes, and focused on the prince wholeheartedly. Seeing his eyelids tremble, the force of biting him eased a bit.

"Xiahouzhi." He called again, but this time there was no response, he paused, and changed his name, "Xiangbai?"

Xianghaier is the prince's baby name, originally it was Xiang, not Xiang, and most men's baby names in this world are feminine. When the prince grew up to three years old, he thought Xianghaier was not majestic enough, so he changed it to Xiang, and Emperor Yongzhao and Empress Fu followed him. Xianghaier became Xianghaier.

The prince was in a trance and loosened his teeth.

Nan Ruo immediately withdrew his hand, looked at Fu Zhuo, called him together, and called him a few times, gradually the gloom between the crown prince's eyebrows dissipated, and he no longer struggled irritablely.

"If you can hear me, follow me, inhale, then exhale slowly..." Nan Ruo guided him to adjust his breathing to ease his emotions.

The prince ordered and moved one by one, and slowly, his eyes became enlightened.

Nan Ruo instantly changed back to His Highness, while Fu Zhuo was still calling her baby name.

"Xiangbaixiang—cousin?" Fu Zhuo reacted slowly, met the crown prince's clear eyes, and straightened up decisively, "It's good if you wake up, you guys talk, I'll go and watch!"

Quickly dodge away.

Nan Ruo: "..."

With a sigh in my heart, I had to bite the bullet and face the prince.

The prince looked around, he probably understood what happened, his expression froze, as if he didn't know how to deal with it, and suddenly thought of something, he quickly looked at Nan Ruo: "Did I hurt you?"

Nan Ruo subconsciously retracted her teeth-marked fingers into her sleeves: "No, His Highness was bound by Fu Zhuo when I came—"

Realizing that the rope was still tied, he hurried forward to untie it for the prince.

When the rope was being pulled, the prince suddenly grabbed his hand, Nan Ruo almost reflexively threw it away, pulled the rope and took a step back.

The atmosphere froze.

The prince curled up his hands that were frozen in mid-air, his eyelids drooped to hide the emotion in his eyes, and said, "But I bit you? I was just so delirious that I couldn't remember, sorry."

Nan Ruo answered almost immediately: "It's just a little mark, it's okay, it will disappear in a moment."

The prince's five fingers tightened, no matter what he did not expect such a situation to appear, the messy clothes and hair showed how embarrassed and miserable he was just now.

"Go out." He lowered his head and said, maintaining his usual calm tone, "Go outside first, and Gu will come out slowly."

Nan Ruo glanced at the back of his hand with bulging veins, and sighed in his heart, forget it, who told him to soften his heart.

Take the outer shirt that was hung on the corner of the bed: "Serve Your Highness."

"No need!" The prince almost snatched it in his hand, with a bit of haste, "I'll do it myself."

"Your Highness." Nan Ruo took the initiative to grab his arm and pulled back his clothes when he froze, "Your Highness Lao got up."

The prince raised his eyelids to look at him, as if he was sure that he was sincere, so he got off the bed and stood still.

Nan Ruo signaled him to stretch out his hand, put on his coat, and said, "His Highness Lao, sit down again."

The prince sat down immediately.

"Turn your back against the minister."

The prince turned his back to him.

The obedient appearance made Nan Ruo want to praise him for being good, but he just thought about it. He reached out to untie the crown prince's hair and combed his messy hair with his hands.

The prince was stunned.

Nan Ruo slowed down and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, I won't say anything about today's affairs."

The prince did not hesitate: "I believe in you."

Nan Ruo said in her heart that I don't believe in myself, but you have confidence in me, and said: "I will definitely live up to Your Highness's trust."

The corners of the prince's lips pursed into a straight line.

Nan Ruo combed his hair, and helped him tie it up in twos and twos, then stepped back to the side, observing the etiquette of the emperor and his ministers, and said: "It is heartbreaking to pass away the Queen Mother, but please take care of your health, Your Majesty and the Queen Mother have a deep relationship. , will definitely be depressed for a period of time, His Highness can't follow suit, and he has to lean on His Highness both inside and out."

When the queen mother was mentioned, the prince's breath became heavy, and his whole body was shrouded in haze, as if he was about to lose control again.

Nan Ruo was startled, took a step forward and held his arm first, in case he had an attack and stopped him immediately: "Look at me, breathe in with me..."

Guide the prince to breathe rhythmically.

The prince locked his eyes on him.

Nan Ruo's heart skipped a beat, and he diverted his attention by speaking: "I have heard someone say a word before, but I don't know if Your Highness has heard it before."

Prince: "What are you talking about?"

Nan Ruo: "Someone is born, and people don't know his future, but they say congratulations; someone passes away, and people don't know what the world will be like after death, but they say it's a pity."

"We who are alive don't know what will happen after death. Maybe the Empress Dowager has arrived in the underworld at this moment and is reunited with the late Emperor and Empress. If she knows that His Highness is so sad, it will make her worry."

The prince sighed: "Is it like this after death?"

Nan Ruo's eyelids twitched, and said: "This is what I guess, but I don't know what the truth is. Birth, old age, sickness and death, you will do it when the time comes, and you will know when you should know."

He lowered his head, and could feel the prince's real gaze, and said to himself don't say it, don't say it.

The prince seemed to hear his heart, but he didn't say anything after all.

The two reached a silent tacit understanding at this moment, as if as long as they didn't say it, the handshake during the day would not have happened, it was still the same as before, but it was clearly different.