Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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The prince said the three words urgently and excitedly, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

A bit of shame flashed across Nan Ruo's heart, he was sure that at this time, the prince would agree to whatever he said...

Unconsciously, the voice slowed down: "During this period, I will try to make myself work hard to get close to His Highness, Your Highness, don't be impatient, okay?"

The slightly stiff hand also relaxed, holding it back, and gently rubbing the prince's fingers with his thumb comfortingly.

The prince licked his lips: "I'm not in a hurry."

Nan Ruo is noncommittal, everyone is a man, no one knows who, unless a man hangs on the wall, there are few real sages, who can persist in exercising until death, even if they feel powerless, they will not give up their "will".

Even when he said that he was a straight man, he had daydreams in the dead of night. After all, the prince's appearance is very online. When a man is "ruthless", he can kill even a sow, and he always has a fresh and exploratory spirit.

If Nan didn't deny his bad nature, and wouldn't look at the prince as pure, he still had to be vaccinated.

"Your Highness can think so, I am very grateful." His voice became softer, "I promise that I will not get married until Your Highness gets tired of it, and I will only be with His Highness..."

Before he finished speaking, his fingers were tightened again. The prince's chest heaved violently, and the light in his eyes was compelling, as if he wanted to melt and swallow people. He took a few deep breaths, leaned over impatiently, and rested his forehead on the hands of the two, Holding his chest hard, struggling and roaring, he thought of the evil beast that came out.

Nan Ruo couldn't help stretching out his hand to comfort him. Although he was mature beyond his years when he first met the prince, and he was not as good as him in some things, but he lived ten years longer than him. In the previous life, the prince didn't call him uncle. At least call me brother.

But just as the fingertip touched his back, it felt inappropriate, so he retracted it.

He only joked: "Why, Your Highness disagrees?"

"No!" The prince raised his head hastily, "I am the same, I will not marry a wife, and I will only be with you, let alone get bored."

Fearing that Nan Ruo would not believe it, he turned his head to Empress Fu's memorial tablet: "I swear in front of the queen mother that everything is true and there is no lie."

Nan Ruo's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly said Thaksin, and brought this topic up. He actually had selfish intentions in saying this, and wanted to use the crown prince to help him block the marriage, and how long he could delay it.

As for whether the prince will get married or not, if he wants to, it is not something he can stop.

"I'll go find something to eat." He wanted to shake his hand.

"I'm not hungry." The prince didn't want to let go.

Nan Ruo thought to herself that if Fu Zhuo hadn't said that you haven't eaten well for three days, I would have believed you, and said, "I'm hungry."

The crown prince still didn't want to let go, he was afraid that once he let go, Brother Gu would not let him hold him anymore: "I asked someone to bring some food, what do you want to eat?"

Nan Ruo didn't have to go, after thinking about it, he ordered a plain hot pot, which is simple and time-saving to make.

While Liu Duan was preparing, he and the prince burned the paper money at hand.

Nan Ruo kept saying sorry three times in his heart while burning, he was not completely materialistic in his previous life, and now he has personally experienced time travel, so he would rather believe it.

I hope that Empress Fu will understand that he has no bad intentions, nor is he telling lies. He promised to talk to the prince and he will have a good talk. Be a good boyfriend.

After burning a few cards, the prince would turn his head to look at the people around him, as if he was afraid that the people would disappear in the blink of an eye, even if he held hands, he was not at ease.

After a while, Fu Zhuo came in with a wad of paper money: "The food is ready, it's in the side hall, you go and eat, and I'll take care of it."

Nan Ruo got up, moved the tightly held hands, signaling to let go or go together, the prince immediately followed.

Fu Zhuo groaned in his heart, pretending he couldn't see it.

When we arrived at the side hall, the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks had already been set up. Because it was a meal-sharing system, a hot pot was placed on the left and right, and six small dishes of side dishes were placed on each side.

Being in the imperial tomb in such a short period of time, it is very good to be able to buy these.

"Your Highness." Nan Ruo signaled, it's time to let go of his hand, but it's cold winter, if it's Xia Tian holding it like this, he'd already be sweating.

But the prince stepped forward and pulled the chairs that were facing each other over and put them together.

Nan Ruo: "..."

Some helplessly looked at the clasped hands: "Your Highness, can you hold chopsticks with your left hand?"

The prince was silent, then reluctantly let go of his right hand, and decided to turn around and practice his left hand.

Seeing his expression, Nan Ruo felt happy, and felt that the prince was a little cute.

Since he said he wanted to be a qualified boyfriend, Nan Ruo acted on the experience of his previous life - although he hadn't had a formal talk with him, he had also chased after someone, and he knew how to take care of each other when eating.

The prince's chair moved over, and he was far away from the hot pot on the opposite side. He stood up and picked some dishes into the bowl with his serving chopsticks. He didn't forget to pour the soup and put them in front of the prince: "I remember that your highness likes to eat these dishes. .”

At this time, I was very fortunate that he had the habit of paying attention to his boss's preferences when dining at the same table, but he didn't expect this to be the case when he used it.

The prince was stunned for a moment, as if he was flattered.

Brother Gu actually remembers what he likes to eat!This is something he wouldn't even dare to think about on weekdays!

It really is a dream.

That's right, it must be, it's been a dream since Gu Ge'er came in, and only in a dream, Gu Ge'er will come as he expected.

"Fake..." He murmured, and couldn't help biting his wrist.

It seems a little neurotic.

Startled, Nan Ruo called him immediately: "Your Highness! Xia Houzhi!"

The prince's eyes brightened.

Nan Ruo's heart sank slightly, and there was no professional medicine to suppress and alleviate it. If there was any stimulation, the prince's illness would only get worse.

He said softly: "What was your Highness thinking just now?" Seeing him in a daze, the corner of his mouth drooped, "Can't you tell me?"

The innocent face frowns slightly, showing grievances.

The prince panicked, and hurriedly said: "I thought it was fake, it was a dream, I didn't expect you to know what I like to eat..."

Nan Ruo was startled.

"It's not a dream." He said, his throat was a little stiff for no reason, and he leaned forward, "Your Highness, look at me."

The crown prince looked at him obediently, with embarrassment still on his face, he actually let Gu Geer see him again when he had a seizure.

Irritability, pain, and viciousness floated alternately in my heart, clamoring to rush out, but they disappeared without a trace when they touched Gu Ge'er's eyes.

Nan Ruowen said, "It's not a dream, it's real."

He understands that people want to maintain the best posture in front of the person they like, but he doesn't think the prince's illness is a shortcoming.

To be honest, if someone he doesn’t know, he knows that this person has such a disease. Although he will express sympathy and kindness on his lips, he will also seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and try to avoid dealing with them as little as possible. After all, the law stipulates that they are not responsible for harming others .

But he knows the prince well, knows that he can't, and can't look at him with the eyes of a mental patient, so he thinks that the prince has nothing to fear from his specialness.

He raised his hand to show the prince the red string on his wrist, "Since I came today, I have made a decision. Does your Highness think that I am a casual person, or that what I say is not trustworthy?"

The prince immediately shook his head.

Inexplicably, a wolfdog wagging its tail at him appeared in Nan Ruo's mind, and his hands were itchy for a while, and he wanted to rub them.

"Since that's the case, what else is there to doubt, Your Highness?" He said, "If Your Highness insists on insisting that it's a dream, then it's just as if nothing happened before, and I won't be here today."

Before the end of the sound, the prince said: "You have been here."

The three words are extremely firm.

Nan Ruo couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "Does Your Highness still think it's a dream?"

"No." The prince said in a muffled voice, completely awake now.

Nan Ruo said softly: "So, stop thinking about it, Your Highness, and have a meal first, okay?"

The crown prince raised his thick eyebrows: "I am not a child."

He doesn't like Gu Ge'er's tone of coaxing children, he knows that Gu Ge'er has many siblings in his family, maybe it's just a habit, but he doesn't want to be one of them.

"Yes, yes, I know you are not..." Nan Ruo was about to agree, but realized that he was still coaxing the child, and immediately corrected, "I am just used to it, and it is not aimed at His Highness. Not so."

In fact, it is not completely impossible...

The prince was a little regretful again, he was actually a little happy when Gu Geer coaxed him, forget it, it would be better if he coaxed Gu Geer more in the future.

Stop talking for now, the two picked up chopsticks to eat.

Nan Ruo was really hungry after rushing all the way to the imperial mausoleum, and he ate a pot of vegetarian dishes with rice.

The prince wanted to secretly write down what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat, but there is only an empty pot left, and nothing can be seen.

After dinner, Nan Ruo accompanied the prince to continue burning papers. After all, it was her death anniversary in front of Empress Fu's memorial tablet. The two didn't talk too much about their relationship, and only added Fu Zhuo to chat about court affairs.

In a blink of an eye, the zero o'clock chime sounded, and Nan Ruo had to leave.

He shouldn't be here at all, and he has to go to the palace tomorrow to get some advice. The imperial mausoleum is half a day's journey away from the capital, and with the slow travel at night, midnight is already a bit late.

"You go back with him." The prince told Fu Zhuo.

After the initial surprise, knowing that it was not a dream, he finally regained his usual composure. Although his heart was still excited, at least he appeared to be normal.

If Nan Ruo wanted to refuse, the prince looked at him: "I'm worried."

He tentatively held Nan Ruo's hand, and seeing that he didn't shake it off, nor was he bored, he felt a little joy in his heart, and squeezed it lightly: "I don't know when I will be alone again next time, at least let me know that you are safe." nothing."

He leaned over and said in a low voice, "Accept me, okay?"

The unique incense that belongs to the prince lingers on the nose, Nan Ruo is a little awkward, it's not aimed at the prince, but just not used to being so close to people, but thinking that the prince's words are a dream, hold back.

"it is good."

The prince really wanted to send him to the gate of the imperial mausoleum, but he was afraid that someone would find out that he would cause trouble to Nan Ruo, so he could only let go reluctantly and watched him and Fu Zhuo leave.

It wasn't until he could no longer see anyone that he returned to the memorial tablet and knelt down again, stretching out his hand to the edge of the brazier, a burst of burning pain hit him, it turned out that it was really not a dream!

The dark red in his eyes sank.

Immediately withdraw your hand, no, you can't leave a scar, or Gu Geer will definitely be angry when he sees it.

He stared at his fingers for a moment, and he was relieved after making sure that there was no major problem. Then he caressed the bracelet on his wrist obsessively.

On the carriage, Nan Ruo asked Fu Zhuo the question he had always wanted to know: "How did His Highness get sick?"

Fu Zhuo first had the expression that you finally asked, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and then said with a complicated expression: "Actually, it has something to do with my aunt."

Empress Fu?

Nan Ruo frowned.

Fu Zhuo shook his head: "It's not what you think, when my aunt went, my cousin was watching with his own eyes, and stayed with her corpse for a whole night..."