Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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Fu Zhuo was a little surprised to see the two people coming out, and looked at Nan Ruo inquiringly: so fast?

Nanruo: ...

Nanruo didn't get a response and looked at the prince again: Cousin, don't you want to say something?This is out?

The crown prince cast a glance, and he immediately straightened his face: "I'll go and open the door, you guys chat slowly."

He quickly turned around and went up the steps.

Nan Ruo avoided the crown prince's hesitant gaze, and raised his hand to lead the way: "Your Highness, it's time to go out. If someone finds out that the prince is not in the palace, it's better to go back as soon as possible."

The prince closed his eyes and stepped up the steps.

Nan Ruo followed.

The two went up the steps one after the other, the surroundings were quiet, the burning candles reflected the shadows of the two on the wall, they were closer than real people, and they merged and merged together at the moment of turning the corner.

Walking up two steps, the shadows gradually parted.

The prince stopped suddenly, turned around and went down a step, and stood on the same floor as Nan Ruo, and took a step forward as if he couldn't restrain himself.

"Your Highness!" Nan Ruo raised his hand to hold the minister's salute, blocking his step by half, and pressed the back of his hand against his chest.

The prince stretched out his hand and stopped in the air, his fingertips trembling slightly, it was extremely suppressed pain.

"I just……"

It's just a moment of involuntary love.

But it is clear that you can't say it out loud, if you say it out loud, I'm afraid Brother Gu will hide from him in the future and never see him again.

It was his fault. He didn't want to reveal it so quickly. During the day, he lost control and had an epileptic attack. He couldn't help shaking his hand. He was already unconscious at that time, and there was only one thought in his mind: can't Let him go, the grandmother has abandoned him, he can't let Gu Geer leave him.

Later, when he came back to his senses, he himself was frightened and didn't know how to face it, let alone Gu Geer.

"Feel sorry."

He said he was sorry, but he was reluctant to back away. He was greedy to be so close to the other party, and the place where his chest was pressed by the other party's hand was burning. Even though he knew it was a gesture of rejection, he still couldn't restrain his joy.

By candlelight, he painted the eyebrows and eyes of the young Yingxiu with his eyes almost greedily, as if it was about to be imprinted in his heart.

If he wanted to reach out and touch it, he could only hold back. This kind of patience was too painful, and the muscles on his face showed a bit ferocious due to the suppression.

Endured it again and again, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his eyes flickered, and when he came back to his senses, he heard himself say: "I just thought of getting out of here, and I'm afraid that it will be difficult to be alone with you in the future, so I will find it difficult to restrain myself..."

He hastily remedied: "I'm definitely not forcing you to do something, and I don't want to bring you troubles, as long as it's the same as before..."

Lie, when he said it, he had already brought troubles to Gu Geer, he didn't want to just pretend nothing happened, he despicably hoped that Gu Geer would think about him, even if it was bored and helpless, it would be better Don't think about it.

Nan Ruo lowered his eyebrows and maintained a respectful posture: "Your Highness, Liu Banban should be waiting in a hurry."

Answering the question is already the answer.

The prince took half a step back.

Air condensation.

Nan Ruo remained motionless while holding the ceremony.

In the silence, the prince said: "Look at me..."

Nan Ruo was startled by his almost begging tone, looked up, and bumped into a pair of deep red eyes, without concealing, the deeply buried emotions were completely revealed, Nan Ruo felt like drowning in an instant of suffocation.

The prince looked at him without speaking, his expression and gaze had already expressed very clearly.

Nan Ruo suddenly felt a surge of fear, and couldn't help but took a step back, forgetting that there was a wall behind him, and made a loud bang.

The prince immediately stretched out his hand to support him, but retracted when he touched the fabric of the clothes, only cast worried and concerned eyes, and a little bit panicked.

Nan Ruo seemed to be scalded, and quickly looked away.

He was frightened, and was touched by the prince's turbulent tsunami-like feelings.

It's ridiculous to say that in his previous life, he was a screenwriter who was famous for writing love and creating CP, but he didn't believe in love, especially what only taught people to make promises between life and death.

He has seen all the vigorous and affectionate love on TV since he was a child. In reality, he has never seen such love at all. Most of the elders live by fire. Even the grandparents who are praised by everyone have had twists and turns when they were young. , It's just that they cuddle up to each other when they are old, but they are labeled as love in the eyes of young people.

Most of the people of his generation fell into the chaos of life and death after marriage, especially in his circle, a good man has become a kind of persona, waiting for marketing.

In the fast-paced era, what Nanruo sees is love at first sight (feeling love at first sight), and a relationship comes and ends quickly. The Internet is full of scumbag men and women Green Tea Neptune, and more and more people choose to be celibate or unmarried.

He does not deny that among the billions of people there must be couples who are together because of love, but he didn't see it. Home, lovers before and after each other looking for playmates, lovelorn hugging his hysterically crying assistant, a few days later he was radiant and started a new relationship.

And this is the place where people are contradictory. They don't believe it but they have expectations. It's just that Nan Ruo puts this expectation in his own script and gives it to the characters in his pen to help him realize it.

But now, the prince told him that there was, and spread it out for him to see.

So intense and so hot that his first reaction was fear.

The devil locked in the bottle wanted to grant a wish to the person who saved him for ten years, immortality for a hundred years, Jinshan for a thousand years, but only wanted to eat him for ten thousand years.

Nan Ruo, who had been waiting for too long, didn't want to eat people, but was timid, and wished he could hide far away, so that no one would try to "harm" him.

There is also a trace of unbelievable flattery: such feelings really exist, and they really landed on me!

A deep regret flashed in the prince's eyes, he shouldn't have said it, and Gu Geer really hated him, a huge pain hit his whole body, his clenched hands trembled, and he clenched his teeth, not letting himself attack.

A hoarse voice squeezed out from between the teeth: "You just treat me as having an epileptic seizure, and my mind is not clear..."

Before he finished speaking, he bit his hand, and his tall body bowed in pain.

Startled, Nan Ruo immediately stepped forward to look at his hand, and pressed his teeth before biting them: "Let go, quick, let go."

Not only did the teeth not loosen, but he even took a bite of the finger he stuffed in. This time it was much harder than before, and Nan Ruo couldn't help hissing.

The jaw was loosened in an instant, and the prince's eyes returned to clarity. Looking at the bite marks on Nan Ruo's fingers, a trace of panic passed over his face, and he took his hand: "Does it hurt?"

Carefully rubbing it: "Does it still hurt?"

After he reacted, he shook the other person's hand, and then quickly let go, afraid of seeing hatred in those almond eyes.

When did Nan Ruo see the prince showing such a posture, the person who was half a head taller than him squatted in front of him uncomfortably, raised his head and wanted to see him but was afraid to look at him, like a child who has done something wrong and is at a loss.

An uncontrollable pity welled up in my heart.

Nan Ruo is soft but not hard, and he can't stand beauty and misery the most. In his previous life, he wrote the best characters of this kind, and they are found in almost every script.

The man's bad nature: to persuade the wind and dust to be good, to pull Liang's family into the water, he is partial to the former, he watched too many animations about saving the world when he was young, and he has a heroic complex of saving people from fire and water, so much so that he can't control his heart when he sees the prince's cautious appearance softened down.

I couldn't help sighing.

The prince immediately shifted his gaze to his face.

Nan Ruo knelt down and tried to keep his tone calm: "Give me some time, what happened today is too sudden, Your Highness must let me think about it."

The prince seemed to be stunned in disbelief, and then he seemed to come back to life, and said hoarsely: "Okay."

"Let's go out first. Your Highness will have to keep watch tomorrow, so you need to rest early to recharge your batteries."

The prince nodded immediately.

Nan Ruo heaved a sigh of relief, helped him stand up, and stepped back, signaling the prince to go first.

The prince was a little disappointed, but he didn't dare to annoy him, and the two left the basement one after the other.

It was pitch black outside, and once the cabinet door was closed, they could only see each other's silhouettes by the moonlight.

Nan Ruo pretended not to feel the prince's dark but substantial gaze, and said, "It's inconvenient for me to show up with His Highness, so I'll go back first."

Fu Zhuo came over: "Do you remember the way? I'll take you out."

"No, I remember." Nan Ruo refused, bid farewell to the two, and walked out of the palace along the way.

The prince looked at his back until he could not see him at all, then looked back, staggered on his feet, and supported his throbbing head.

"Cousin!" Fu Zhuo rushed to help him, then turned his head to call Nan Ruo back, but the prince clamped his arms.

"Don't bark, it will be fine in a while."

Fu Zhuo avoided the injury on his arm and helped him to sit on the chair.

The prince pressed his temples, rejoicing, but suddenly regretted it, he shouldn't have said, what could he do for Gu Geer, instead it became his hindrance, without him, Gu Geer would have had a better life Well, especially thinking that maybe one day he will hurt him, a huge sense of powerlessness hits him, and his face floats down.

Wrong, wrong, he shouldn't point it out.

Pain surged up like a tide.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps, but it was Nan Ruo who turned back again, and walked in front of the prince facing the dazed gaze.

"Maybe His Highness will be caught by the gang of speech officers before his death. I will find a way to stay in Funing Palace in the next few days and wait for His Highness to call at any time, Your Highness?"

The prince looked at him without blinking.

Nan Ruo had no choice but to tell Fu Zhuo: "If something is wrong, come to me in time."

Fu Zhuo looked back and forth between him and the prince, and said: "Understood, if it wasn't for fear of being discovered, I wish I could let you replace me."

Nan Ruo looked at the prince again, leaned slightly, and looked straight into his eyes: "Your Highness, do you remember what I just said inside?"

Do you regret it?

The prince was nervous: "Remember."

Nan Ruo stretched out her hand to smooth the creases on his shoulders: "Before I think about it, please take care of yourself, Your Highness."

The prince immediately said: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Nan Ruo then turned and left.

Fu Zhuo rolled his eyes and moved closer to the prince: "What did Nangong say? He agreed to you?"

But seeing that my cousin seemed to have taken a magic medicine, his energy improved instantly, and he regained his usual calmness. He stood up and answered the irrelevant question: "Let's go, lest Liu Duan wait in a hurry."

Still mysterious, Fu Zhuo curled his lips, planning to go back and ask Nangong.

The crown prince closed his eyes, suppressed the joy in his eyes, and walked with ease.