Let me eat a soft meal

Ye Ling was scorched by plum blossoms, and was kicked and cried directly. She was so painful that she couldn't even speak for a long time.

The surrounding eunuchs and maids rushed forward, helping the master, pulling the reins, and pleading guilty...there was a panic.

The white horse snorted and neighed angrily, and waved its hands left and right to break free from the shackles of the rein. It moved so violently that the two eunuchs couldn't hold it back, and blood and sweat floated on its skin faintly.

Ye Xuan immediately came back to his senses, unquestionably twisted his wrists and broke away from Xie Yushu's embrace. Amid Xie Yushu's astonishment and Jiang He's exclamation, he stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the rein from the eunuch's hand, and supported the horse's back. He quickly got on his horse.

Xie Yushu's phoenix eyes widened: Ye Ling was able to mount the horse without stirrups because the other party was taught by a martial artist since childhood like him. Still no problem.

But His Royal Highness?

Xie Yushu thought of the awkwardness that Ye Xuan gave him before, pursed the corners of his lips, and looked at Ye Xuan pulling the rein with a complicated expression, which made the crazy Meihualao turn around.

While running, Ye Xuan leaned over and stretched out his hand to pat Plum Blossom's neck, and then smoothed its mane. The gentle internal force calmed its restless emotions.

He regretted breaking the silver needle, otherwise he could have calmed it down by probing the acupoints as before.

But now he can only be patient, and tirelessly say in Baima's ear, "Mei Hualuo, I'm here, don't be afraid, calm down, be good."

Baima felt the familiar atmosphere and gradually calmed down his anxiety.

Ye Xuan rode it around the racecourse before stopping. Seeing Xie Yushu and Jiang He's puzzled and amazed expressions, Ye Xuan changed from a brave young man before the battle to a weak and helpless Seventh Highness in seconds.

He was half lying on the horse's back, as if he had reacted belatedly, his feet were helpless and stiff, he looked down at his feet without stirrups, his eyes were wide open, not knowing what to do.

He even forced out a cold sweat with his internal strength, stared at his feet dizzily with a pale face, even the color of his lips faded, and pretended to be shy when he wanted to muster up the courage to go down but was afraid of heights.

Ye Xuan's performance was very obvious, Jiang He saw it at a glance, he was about to step forward immediately, but was held back by Xie Yushu.

Xie Yushu shook his head almost invisibly, signaling to take another look.

Finally, Ye Xuan seemed to have made up his mind, bit his lips tightly, and awkwardly got off his horse.

Suddenly he slipped his hand, and suddenly let out a trembling and artificial scream, which startled Mei Huabao.

"Ah!" Ye Xuan yelled shortly, and was caught by the boy's not thick but powerful arms, and pulled them face to face into his arms.

Ye Xuan clasped his shoulder firmly while still in shock, her eyelashes trembling in shock.

"I, my legs are weak, let me slow down..." He murmured, not letting go of the strength in his hands.

Xie Yushu paused, and maintained the posture of hugging him as he wished. He deliberately teased, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince is so afraid of heights and still rushes forward. It seems that he likes this horse very much."

Ye Xuan raised his head and turned his pale face to him with a soft and cute smile, and replied softly and firmly: "I like it."

Like a pure white flower that emerges from the mud without staining.

Xie Yushu was taken aback, and was shaken by the smile again, her heart softened.

He sighed in his heart, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to inquire.

Whether it is true or false, it is always wronged.

Xie Yushu put Ye Xuan down properly, and when he stood still, he immediately withdrew and left like a gentleman. He cupped his hands, "His Royal Highness, wait a moment."

Ye Xuan nodded in confusion, and watched him walk towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling had recovered and was losing his temper. Zhong Mingyu kept talking, so she didn't let her come over immediately.

She was probably a little afraid of Xie Yushu, seeing the man stop in front of her, she flinched involuntarily.

"Third Young Master, please be safe." Zhong Mingyu took the lead and bowed.

Xie Yushu waved his hand, and he took a few steps back and forth wisely, leaving room for them to talk.

Ye Ling shouted reluctantly, "...Uncle Third Cousin."

"Nonsense." Xie Yushu frowned and put on a serious face. He was obviously only two years older, but his gentle face showed a bit of the majesty of an elder.

He lowered his voice, and listed them word by word, "First, you are a princess, representing the face of the royal family, not to mention being gentle, you should have some etiquette, so how can you have the dignity that a princess should have? "

"Secondly, your mother's empress is a daughter of the middle palace. If it is reported to the Holy Master at this time, you must think that the empress has lost morals and is not strict in teaching, and it will hurt your parents."

"Thirdly, you are the sister of His Highness Seventh—"

"Who is his sister, I am not!" Ye Ling raised his voice by eight degrees and gave the person a hard look.

Ye Xuan was stared at by Ye Ling, and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.Originally, he didn't know what the two of them were talking about, so he planned to ask Tai'an to find out, but the other party's voice was in vain. After thinking about it for a while, he figured out seven or eight points of their conversation.

"I just want a horse. This is what I set my sights on first. If I want to kill it, I have to bear it. No one should talk about it!"

Ye Ling's sharp words fell into his ears, testifying Ye Xuan's conjecture.

But anyway, there is no one princess.

Xie Yushu was admonishing Ye Ling, but it was a pity that judging from the other party's expression, he just didn't cooperate very much.

In the end, Ye Ling shook his sleeves and left angrily. Xie Yushu pressed his eyebrows helplessly before coming over and bowing to Ye Xuan.

"I made an apology to His Highness the Seventh Highness for Ling'er about the matter just now."

"..."

Ye Xuan looked at his loose hair, feeling inexplicably upset.

After all, it is still the queen's faction, so it is natural to protect it.Ye Xuan sneered in his heart, blaming Ye Ling and the queen for the discomfort.

Ye Xuan felt a little downhearted, and soon left and went back to Wenyuan Hall.

At night, when Qinglan made the bed, she was very careful, she didn't even dare to cast her eyes over the side, and she would go down immediately after throwing herself.

Ye Xuan called her to stop, took off the yellow grasshopper on the bed and threw it on the ground, "You like it? I reward you."

That calm and breezy posture is not at all like losing his temper because someone touched it in the morning.

Qinglan raised her head in panic, thinking it was some kind of punishment for playing hard to get, but she saw that the master was reading with his back to her under the layers of veils, propping his head and holding a scroll.

"I lost it." Tai'an said.

Qinglan tilted her head and looked at him hesitantly, thinking that she had heard wrongly, she twirled the grasshopper under his signal, bowed and retreated.

Faintly heard the master order Tai'an, "Turn out the lights."

Tai'an quietly walked to the lamp, and within a moment, the inner hall was darkened.

The little eunuch who was watching the night was a little surprised, and asked in a low voice, "Why did the master go to bed so early today? Are you tired?"

Qinglan shook her head, her eyes still a little dazed.

The little eunuch saw what she was carrying, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Isn't this from the master's house? You—"

"What are you talking about here? Watch your mouth carefully." Mother Chen, who came to look for the little dumb girl, scolded in a cold voice, and the entrance of the hall finally fell silent.

It was still early when Ye Xuan arrived at the Guozijian. He thought that there would be no one in the room, but when he entered, he saw Xie Yushu, who was dressed in green, sitting on the head seat, fiddling with scrolls.

Ye Xuan didn't expect someone to come so early, and Xie Yushu didn't expect him to come.

Both were stunned.

Xie Yushu immediately got up and packed his luggage, "Your Highness Seventh."

Ye Xuan returned the gift, "Thank you San... Thank you Master."

"It's too early for your Highness to come down, and there are still two quarters of an hour before the class starts. Please find a place to sit, Your Highness."

Ye Xuan looked at it, asked where he should sit, and just said, "Thank you Master..."

"In the Imperial College, you and I are teachers and students, and His Highness calls me Mr." Xie Yushu said.

Ye Xuan looked at the reddened ears under the seriousness, and a bad taste arose in his heart, and said, "Xie Zhuangyuan is only fifteen years old, and he is also a young man. He should be called Mr. Xiao."

"Xiao Mister is well." He smiled and shouted deliberately in a childish voice.

Xie Yushu's face was flushed with embarrassment.

The author has something to say: I call you Mr. at ordinary times, but Mr. in bed, it’s wonderful! (JPG added for odd pose.)

Ye Xuan (smiling): My little Mr.

Xie Yushu (cool): You have a fever.