The prince is no longer a man

In the East Palace, Chang Bin showed joy and walked quickly into the hall: "Prince, the emperor ordered someone to reward you with something."

"Oh?" Duan Jingxun was picking up a pen and practicing calligraphy, and asked lightly, "What is it?"

"Call someone to bring things up."

After Chang Bin finished giving orders to the palace servants, he said to Duan Jingxun, "Back to the prince, it's lychees. Lychees are extremely rare in this season!"

Looking at the rosy and plump lychees on the table, Duan Jingxun also stopped writing and nodded: "It's really rare."

Chang Bin hurriedly folded it over: "Prince, you can try it."

"Pretend it all," Duan Jingxun only took a look, and continued to write and practice calligraphy, "Send someone to Shun Wangfu."

"Send it to Prince Shun's Mansion?"

"Pei Rong is gluttonous and likes to eat lychees the most. When you send someone to deliver it, remember to speak smartly."

Speaking of Duan Jingxun's movements in his hands, he didn't know what to think of, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chang Bin looked at it and couldn't help but said: "The fifth prince was banned from Baohua Palace, and the emperor specially rewarded him with something. The servant looked at it and was happy for the prince."

Duan Jingxun only responded in a low voice and didn't say anything more. He suddenly remembered something and asked aloud, "It's been so many days, and the fifth younger brother is still copying scriptures in Baohua Palace?"

Chang Bin's eyes seemed to have deep meaning, and he shook his head: "The servant also finds it strange, Prince, do you think it is..."

Duan Jingxun waved his hand, Chang Bin immediately fell silent, and said in a low voice, "It's a slave who talks too much."

Duan Jingxun pondered for a while, then said slowly: "After the lychee is delivered, send someone to tell me that I will go to Shun Palace."

Chang Bin: "?"

Didn't you just say the Fifth Prince?

In Baohua Hall, there is a tall golden Buddha statue in the main hall, with benevolent brows and kind eyes, lifelike. With his eyes half closed, he looked at the young man kneeling on the ground copying scriptures.

This boy is Duan Yueli.

In Baohua Hall, sandalwood was bursting, and soft futons were spread on the floor, but he knelt on the cold and stiff ground, and there were copied scriptures beside him, which were half a foot high.

There was an abnormal blush on his pale skin, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly. Xiao Anzi, who was waiting by the side, watched all this with a blank expression.

"Fifth prince, you can't make mistakes in copying anymore. The empress said that you were asked to copy on your knees to show your sincerity. If you make mistakes frequently, the Buddha will be unhappy."

Duan Yueli's long and narrow eyes swept over lightly, neither sad nor happy, it seemed that he didn't take it to heart at all for the hardships he suffered these days.

Xiao Anzi looked away, looked up at the huge Buddha statue, and said without any fluctuation: "This is what the empress ordered, fifth prince, the servant dare not disobey the empress."

When he said this, the little mole on the corner of his mouth rose and fell with his movements.

Watching all this, the gloom in Duan Yueli's eyes was instantly exposed, and then his Adam's apple rolled, and when he looked closely, there was a smile in his eyes.

"I understand that I will not disappoint my mother's good intentions. After I finish copying, I will go to my mother's mother to admit my mistake."

Only then did Xiao Anzi's expression change a bit. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the Fifth Prince who was kneeling on the ground. After sizing him up for a while, he nodded inaudibly.

"The fifth prince understands as long as he understands it. The slave belongs to the fifth prince, so he naturally hopes that the fifth prince will be well."

"Little prince! Little prince!"

Hearing Sixi's shout, Pei Rong held his forehead with a headache: "What's wrong?"

"The crown prince sent someone to bring the lychee, they said, this is the crown prince's special order to give it to you!"

When Pei Rong heard this, the expression on his face instantly became unnatural.

Sixi was still asking: "Xiao Shizi, don't you like eating lychees the most?"

Pei Rong: No, he dare not eat it.

What if I ate someone else's lychees today, and what the crown prince wants to eat next time is persimmons!

"I don't want to eat!" Pei Rong raised his head and ordered loudly: "Sixi, clean up, this son is going out!"

The two sat by the window of the teahouse, Pei Rong propped his chin, watching the people coming and going on the street downstairs, and he didn't take a sip when the tea on the table was cold.

Sixi wondered, "Little Shizi, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Rong didn't move, and replied lazily: "I'm fine."

"Little prince, don't try to hide it from me," Sixi said, "The prince came out of your room that day and you were like this. What happened?"

What happened in the end?

Hearing this, Pei Rong sneered, and stared at Sixi sullenly: "You still have the face to ask me!"

Speaking of which, Pei Rong picked up the folding fan and knocked on it: "You are from Shun Palace! Why do you listen to the prince so much! Close the door as soon as you are told!"

"I'm wronged!" Pei Rong's strength was very small, and Sixi still held her head in pain, "The crown prince said, you belong to him, and I will listen to him from now on... "

Pei Rong was even angrier: "Who belongs to him now!"

The two fought for a while, Pei Rong was tired, and glared at Sixi, drinking two cups of tea in a row before calming down.

Sixi smiled flatteringly: "It turns out that Xiao Shizi is wearing a fan today because he is afraid that his hands will hurt..."

"I want to cover my face! In case you accidentally bump into the prince, you can still..."

Pei Rong's voice stopped suddenly, and Sixi couldn't help asking: "What else can I do?"

Can still prevent the prince from kissing himself...

Pei Rong only thought of this in his heart, but couldn't say it out. He was spinning the cup absently, but he couldn't help but think of the matter of him and Duan Jingxun in the room.

The day was very bright, Duan Jingxun pulled down the bed curtain, and the light and shadow became softer.

Pei Rong stiffened his body, looked at Duan Jingxun with a smile on his lips, his gentle eyes made people almost addicted to it, he heard himself stammering and asking: "What... what little prince?"

The smile in the corner of Duan Jingxun's eyes gradually deepened, and he said in a deep voice, "Of course it's a small persimmon that can be eaten."

Pei Rong swallowed, and said nervously: "You can't eat Xiao Shizi."

"Of course you can eat it. Wash it before eating it, then peel off the outer layer to expose the meat inside, and then..."

Pei Rong couldn't listen to the rest of the words, and said in surprise on the spot: "Impossible!"

Duan Jingxun held back his smile and deliberately asked him, "Why not?"

"I...I can't eat it!"

Duan Jingxun approached him, and whispered in Pei Rong's ear: "I'm not eating you, but eating persimmons that can be used to make persimmons, little persimmons."

"So it's this..." Pei Rong awkwardly gestured back and forth between himself and Duan Jingxun: "I thought the prince was talking about me..."

"Really?" Duan Jingxun suddenly realized: "If you don't tell me, I'll forget it, but you can eat it too."

Pei Rong: "..."

Duan Jingxun suddenly approached him, their foreheads were pressed against each other, he gently rubbed the corner of Pei Rong's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Pei Rong, is it okay?"

"No...no way!"

Duan Jingxun's implication was too obvious, Pei Rong couldn't pretend he didn't know, he tried his best to refuse firmly, but in reality, his voice was trembling.

Duan Jingxun's eyes did not let go of any subtle expression on Pei Rong's face, he asked in a deep voice: "Really?"

"of course it's true!"

Seeing Pei Rong unconsciously biting his lip, Duan Jingxun's eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "But I think...it's okay."

Pei Rong: "Well—"

Last time, Pei Rong couldn't stand still. This time, Pei Rong found that he would fall backwards even when sitting. At some point, Pei Rong fell on the bed. The curtain of the bed fell down, covering the kissing two people.

"Pei Rong, why did you become soft when you kissed him?" Duan Jingxun pecked his lips, and brushed the small scar at the end of his eye with his fingertips: "It's a good thing I hugged you and sat on the bed, otherwise you would stand up again." Can't stop."

Pei Rong gasped slightly: "You agreed to just talk..."

"Aren't we talking?"

"That's not what you said," Pei Rong said obsessively, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I've already told you the answer."

Duan Jingxun refused to tell himself. Pei Rong was about to say a few words when he suddenly noticed something, his face darkened, and he pushed Duan Jingxun: "Get up."

"No," Duan Jingxun actually played with his temper, "I like it like this."

Pei Rong looked at the sky speechlessly: "But you are pestering me."

Duan Jingxun: "..."

Who would have thought that Duan Jingxun would run away after that?

Pei Rong pinched the cup tightly angrily, very angry!

Seeing that Pei Rong was really unhappy, Sixi couldn't help but panic: "Little son, you..."

Before Sixi finished speaking, there was a sudden "wow", interrupting Sixi's voice.

Ning Shiqing was waving a folding fan, Shi Shiran came over: "Young Master Rong, long time no see."

"Ning Shiqing?" Pei Rong was surprised, "Why did you come out?"

Ning Shiqing asked back: "It's strange for me to say what the son of Yirong said?"

Since Ning Shiqing is a well-known young master in Beijing, news about him must have been widely spread, even Pei Rong has heard of it.

Because Ning Shiqing hadn't appeared for a long time, many people in Beijing were talking about it. The most outrageous thing was that some people said that this white-clothed young man had gone out of his way to become a monk.

Ning Shiqing sat down and poured a cup of tea on his own, and said with a smile: "Look at Shizi Rong's expression, let me guess, maybe someone said I was a monk?"

Pei Rong smiled: "You are really smart."

"I met Rong Shizi as soon as I came out, it really made me feel good."

When Pei Rong heard this, he looked around and asked in a low voice, "Are you really back from the temple?"

"Hahaha--"

Ning Shiqing shook his fan and chuckled, he leaned closer, the folding fan covered half of his face, and said mysteriously: "Yes, but the days of vegetarianism are not suitable for me, so I came here to have fun, I see Rong Shizi's mood Not good, why don't we go together?"

Pei Rong also thought a little bit, and asked politely: "Where are you going?"

This scene is different in Sixi's eyes. No matter how you look at it, Ning Shiqing, who is full of thoughts, is trying to spoil their young prince. Sixi anxiously dissuades: "Little prince, don't trust others!"

Pei Rong looked over quietly: "The one I trust most is you, what about you?"

Sixi cried and went back to the palace, and when she saw Princess Shun, she started howling: "Princess, little son...he doesn't want me anymore!"

"Pei Rong doesn't want you anymore? What do you mean by that?" Before Princess Shun could ask, Duan Jingxun asked the question first, and Sixi cried so sadly that he didn't find that Duan Jingxun was there. I hurried back and left with Ning Shiqing!"