Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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"How has your Highness been these past two months?" Nan Ruo asked.

Now that you have come, it is rare to meet, so take the opportunity to chat quickly.

The prince understood what he wanted to know, and said: "I haven't had an episode since you left, I won't lie to you, there is a note you left, every time I feel unwell, I just need to take it out and have a look, and it will get better."

Nan Ruo is skeptical.

The prince turned to look at him: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Liu Duan, Zikang also knows."

There was such a trace of grievance in the voice.

Nan Ruo immediately surrendered: "I believe it, I believe it, I didn't say I don't believe it, it's a blessing that His Highness is getting better."

If it is really effective, it is really a good thing, indicating that his illness can be alleviated.

Turning around, the prince looked at him and said nothing: "What's wrong?"

The prince repeated: "I have never had a seizure."

Ok?

Nan Ruo didn't know why.

The crown prince stared at him and said it again, adding: "Two consecutive months."

"Ah, oh, I remembered." Nan Ruo came to his senses. He once said in a letter that if the crown prince can insist on not having seizures once a month, he can promise him a small request. What happened three months ago, He forgot.

He regretted it for a while, and should have extended the time limit to three months or half a year. At that time, he only said one month when he saw that the prince was seriously ill. He never expected that he would succeed so easily.

Guessing what the prince would ask in his heart: "What does Your Highness want me to do?"

He is willing to bet and admit defeat, he is not a cheater, since he made a promise, he will keep it.

The prince's gaze moved down and landed on his lips.

Nan Ruo's eyelids twitched, and she swallowed, this... a bit too fast.

Just as he was thinking that he was going to take a big risk, the prince had already looked away and said in a low voice, "Can I hug you?" With a cautious request, it seemed that he was afraid that he would refuse.

Nan Ruo's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and her eyes fell into the prince's tender eyes, and she couldn't pull them out for a moment.

The prince was disappointed when he saw that he was silent.

Nan Ruo stretched out his arms immediately: "Yes, yes, come here, you can hug me as you like."

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar incense fell on his face, and his whole body fell into a solid chest. Before he could take his eyes off his eyes, he suddenly fell forward with weightlessness, but it was the prince who held him and fell backwards. Sitting on the bench, they turned sideways, and the two lay down facing each other.

The long seat is only as wide as one person, and this side is almost face-to-face, and the breathing is intertwined.

Nan Ruo was dazed, didn't he say it was easy to hug, why did he lie down instead.

Seeing the face close at hand, the prince's eyes darkened, he didn't dare to look more, and stretched out his arms to hug him: "I'll hug you whatever you want."

Nan Ruo: "..."

Okay, my fault, my fault.

But this position was really uncomfortable, he struggled, but seemed to be misunderstood by the prince, the hands around his waist tightened.

"Your Highness, I can hardly breathe."

The prince let go, released his face from his chest, and replaced him with his head buried in his shoulders and neck.

The skin on the neck was rubbed against the Prince's cheek, Nan Ruo seemed to be scalded, and that piece of skin felt like it was on fire.

The prince was full of joy, not to mention the skin-to-skin contact, just approaching through the clothes like this made his heart tremble with excitement, as if there was a vacancy in his heart that was filled, he wanted to get closer and closer, but his body clamored that it was not enough , I wish I could tear apart the skin and fuse the flesh and blood together.

A contented sigh came out of his heart, and he swallowed it down his throat, afraid that Brother Gu would feel abrupt, and he didn't dare to let him see his expression at the moment, it must be very "ugly".

Nan Ruo's breathing is smooth, but the discomfort of being close to people comes up after a while. He doesn't like to be too close to people. It's probably because of the early death of his parents. Like most elders in that era, they would not be too intimate with children, and since he was a boy, in their opinion, boys should not be bored.

Over time, Nan Ruo got used to keeping a sense of distance from others, and even his best friends maintained a certain sense of propriety. He never participated in the overly intimate fights between boys in school, and of course it was the same as what he felt at that time. The behavior is too stupid to relate.

In his previous life, he had never been so close to anyone except for a polite hug and handshake. For a while, his body was as stiff as a stone, and the outer hand was stretched dry in the air, not knowing where to put it.

Bad, almost.

The prince suddenly said, "Yushitai and the Ministry of Officials impeached you for what you did in the south of the Yangtze River. Although the father suppressed it, in order to appease the officials, I may impose a small punishment on you."

If Nan was not surprised, he did go too far in Jiangnan, especially when he slapped a Confucian scholar in the face. For an official from Jiangnan, it must not be easy.

"It doesn't matter." He said, "I thought about today when I went."

"Father still wants to use you, and he will tell you to go back and reflect on yourself. You should rest and recuperate at home for a while." The prince touched the hand that was frozen in mid-air, held it by his side, and gently rubbed it to comfort him.

Nan Ruo frowned, he hadn't thought about the suspension, what he thought was to take the initiative to plead guilty and get a few punishments, and when he went back to take care of him, this matter would be over and over again.

"Don't worry." The prince said, "Father will ask you to reinstate you in a short time."

His voice was full of determination, Nan Ruo thought for a while, and tried: "Tan Ying?"

The crown prince smiled with a hoarse voice: "My brother Gu is really smart."

Nan Ruo choked: "Your Highness!"

Can we talk well, the letter is as nasty as you like, but it's too weird to say it.

The crown prince grinned, he found that Gu Ge'er was surprisingly thin-skinned in this kind of matter, he was the one who made mistakes in public and would come back as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, Brother Gu is not smart."

Nan Ruo: "..."

how old are you?Childish?

Unhappily said: "Yes, His Highness is the smartest, that's fine."

I didn't realize that I was also naive, and I had long forgotten the discomfort of hugging.

The prince let go of his hand, put his arms around his waist again, pulled him closer, pressed his lower half together, buried his head deeply into his neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, Gu Geer is the most important thing in my heart. good."

Nan Ruo froze, subconsciously wanted to back away, but suddenly heard a thumping heartbeat, for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the crown prince or his own, the crown prince's hot breath sprayed on his neck, he trembled, a sudden itchiness rushed rise.

"Your Highness—" the words came out, and the voice was obviously wrong. With a sigh of relief, he immediately cleared his throat, "It's time to get up."

The prince didn't insist, he hugged him hard and then let go, pulled back a little distance, but was still lying down, didn't intend to get up, raised his head and looked at Nan Ruo and said: "Tan Ying has become more and more crazy these years, continue to let go It will only cause more people to be killed by him, I originally wanted to find a chance to deal with him after the Spring Festival, and now it is just right."

Without Tan Ying, father could only hold Gu Geer up.

Nan Ruo suddenly couldn't care less about what he couldn't afford, and frowned, "Is your Highness sure?"

Emperor Yongzhao obviously still wanted to use Tan Ying, if he insisted on favoritism, even if the evidence was conclusive, it would be useless.

The prince's eyes seemed to be glued to his face: "Don't worry, just wait for the news."

Nan Ruo didn't ask any further, the prince must have a reason for not telling him, so he simply said: "Then I will wait for the good news from His Highness."

I don't care about lying down and winning once. His position is a win-win for them. Nowadays, the three-party wrestling between the empress and the prince is more frequent. Only by climbing higher can we play a role in the next competition.

After speaking, he wanted to sit up, but if he didn't get up again, he was afraid that a hole would be stared at his face by the prince.

Just as he raised his arms, the prince said, "Father is taking the elixir."

what?

Nan Ruo stopped moving.

The crown prince helped him straighten his hair crown, but somehow he let it go, and repeated, "It's been three months."