[Quick Transmigration] It is said that someone is chasing me?

In Shangjing, there is a custom of the whole family eating dumplings together on New Year's Eve.

In a pot of dumplings, there will be a copper plate covered with cleaning. The dumplings will be taken out of the pot and put into a bowl. Everyone sits around and eats. If anyone happens to bite into a dumpling with a copper plate, it means that he will be handed over in a year. good luck.

It was already late at night when the young prince came, after a while, everyone dispersed, the young prince and Liao Wu walked towards the sleeping courtyard, followed by a few servants.When he was walking quickly to the bedroom, the little prince stopped suddenly, his bright almond eyes flashed, and he said that he wanted to cook dumplings indoors, and the servants not far away hurriedly carried the stove into the house.

"This king wants to eat Zichang boiled."

Liao Wuwenyan put down the beads in his hand, rolled up his white cuffs, and said to the servant who was about to get busy, "I'll come."

A few servants put their hands together and said: "It's hard work, Master Wu, so this servant and others will help."

It was past New Year's Eve, and in the middle of the night, the little prince who was used to going to bed early was yawning sleepily, his expression was confused, his eyes were full of water, and he looked very cute and pitiful. He was wrapped in a thick cloak and leaned on the chair, lazy and noble.

Seeing this, the servants of the palace took a step forward, bowed down worriedly and respectfully said: "Master, it's getting late now, this dumpling can be served at any time, but it's not worth it if your body is exhausted. I see it as a slave. It's better for the master to go to rest earlier."

The little prince looked at Liao Wu who was concentrating on cooking the dumplings, and shook his head: "You all step back first, this king makes his own decision."

The servants had no choice but to back down.

Only the young prince and Wu Wu were left in the house, and the braziers beside them were burning hot and full of warmth.The little prince smiled, his eyebrows curved like crescent moons, the corners of his eyes and slender eyelashes were slightly moist from sleepiness, and his face was stained with warm colors under the candlelight.

The little prince rested his chin on one hand, squinted his eyes and watched the unboiled dumplings carefully and intently.It is obvious that what he is doing is cooking smoke in the world, close to the kitchen, but Liaowu has a peerless temperament on his body, and his gestures are graceful and self-sustaining, which is pleasing to the eye.The two looked at each other one by one, and for a while they seemed extremely warm.

"What those benefactors said just now is very true. It's better for benefactor Qin to go to bed earlier." Liao Wutu said.

The little prince was really sleepy, and he said in a daze, "Your dumplings are all in the pot, so I asked the prince to rest."

Liao Wu's bright eyes fixed on his fuzzy face, he came back to his senses for a moment, lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and said nothing.

"Zi Chang, are there copper plates in the dumplings?" Suddenly thinking of this, the little prince was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses and asked immediately.

"nature."

"Sure enough, the elder son is the most reassuring thing for me. If I can eat dumplings with copper plates, I don't know if I will have good luck in the next year. I don't know if it means that my love will be complete..." The little prince felt relieved when he heard the words, and said He kept nodding, and after a while, his eyes were closed again, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, but his mouth was still murmuring.

Not long after, the round, white and fat dumpling belly turned upside down, Liaowu put the dumplings on the table, and when he turned around, he saw the little prince fell asleep with his eyes closed.At this time, the little prince was leaning on the chair, with his cheek resting on one arm, his thin lips slightly parted, his breathing was steady, and he was extremely quiet and lovable.

Liao Wu clasped his palms together, his expression froze for a moment, and he finally stepped forward and softly said "I'm sorry", and picked up the little prince by the waist, intending to hug him on the bed.

Liao Wu frowned faintly, the person in his arms was so thin that it was unimaginable.

Being hugged by someone, the little prince slowly opened his eyes, and found himself in Wu's arms in a daze, his face blushed unexpectedly, his thoughts were not clear yet, but his exquisite face was stained with brilliance, and his eyes shone brightly.

"Are the dumplings cooked?" he asked.

"It's better for the benefactor to rest first."

"Zichang has been cooking for a long time, and this king will definitely eat it."

Liao Wu didn't let the little prince go to the ground, the little prince saw this and said: "Otherwise it's so good - I only eat one dumpling, let's see if I'm so lucky, just one dumpling can be eaten long enough to wrap it in copper plate."

Liao Wubrow looked indifferent, so he put the little prince down and said: "Amitabha, I was rude just now."

The little prince brought the dumplings, picked out one at random, and took a bite. After a while, his dazed expression suddenly disappeared, and joy appeared in his eyes. It turned out that the bitten-off dumpling really contained a cleaned copper plate.

The little prince turned around and handed the bowl to Wu Kan.

"Look, son, you have a very deep fate with this king."

Without saying a word, the little prince curled the corners of his lips, raised his eyebrows in a playful manner, and his eyes sparkled brightly.

"Within one year, you will return to the mansion with me."

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In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the little prince who had not yet woken up struggled to get up early. At the beginning of the year, he had to rush back to the palace to pay his respects to his father.

Liaowu woke up earlier, and the little prince couldn't find him everywhere, so he hurried down the mountain by himself.

It was evening when I came back from the palace, the streets and roads were full of fragments of red firecrackers, mixed with a bit of pungent smell, most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and it was deserted.

When the little prince returned to the palace this time, he told the sage that he had been living in Linghua Temple in Dongshan for the past few months, and his health had improved greatly.Hearing that the emperor's son's bones had improved, the Holy Majesty quickly called the imperial physician for diagnosis and treatment, and found that his physical condition had indeed stabilized a lot.So the saint said that the little prince will live in the temple from now on, and he also said that too many people are forbidden to go to Linghua Temple, so as not to spare the little prince.

At night, the little prince still shared the same bed with Wushui.

Having nothing to do, the little prince always thinks to himself that this prince has been naked several times, and you have seen it all, but you are indifferent, is it not possible?

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the day of Shangyuan Festival.

The Shangyuan Festival is an extremely solemn and grand festival. On this day in Shangjing, there will be a lantern show, and the roads will be covered with exquisite lanterns.There are also small river lanterns in the river. A lover writes a few words on it, and when others pick it up, it often leads to a marriage.Lanterns can guess riddles, and scholars and literati are good at words, carefully deliberating and deliberating over and over again.

In addition, the most eye-catching thing is the oiran's river cruise. All the brothels and Chu houses will select the most beautiful girl or young man in advance to be named the oiran. The maid is also graceful and graceful, with a charming figure. The grand sight, let alone ecstasy, only attracts romantic men from thousands of miles away.

However, all this has nothing to do with the little prince, he talked with Wuzheng for a few days, and wanted him to accompany him down the mountain to the lantern festival, but as expected, he refused every time.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, the poor monk is a monk, he likes to be pure, and does not admire the world of mortals. In such a grand scene, the benefactor must choose another good friend to do well."

Hearing the words, the little prince deliberately said: "A good friend...why can't he be a good man?"

"Beloved, there is nothing wrong with it."

"You!" The little prince was very angry, while thinking about when this elm lump will bloom into a flower bone, he said, "If you don't go down the mountain this time, I won't bring anyone with me."

The little prince has a noble status and is weak and often sick. He has little strength and can't even run. If he goes out alone, something will happen.

So on the evening of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wu Wu went down the mountain.

Little Wang Yele's eyebrows and eyes were curved, he looked at the river lantern in the distance from the corner of his eye, and his pace slightly accelerated.

"Emperor brother!"

At this moment, the little prince heard the voice of someone calling, and he heard the voice familiar, so he turned around and saw the refined and elegant Eighth Prince who always laughed but made him disliked.