Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

He and His Highness the Third Highness are obviously in a pure confidant relationship, but Wan Xu's own dirty mind thinks that he and His Highness have that kind of relationship!

How could they have such an unspeakable relationship...

Xie Zhao returned to Xie's house in a daze.

He was sitting on the slum by the window, full of emotions. All the images of getting along with Fu Ling in the past few months were flooding in his mind. In the end, all these images turned into Wan Xu's sentence today, "I thought thank you." Your lord and the third prince have a deeper relationship than confidantes."

What is a deeper relationship than a confidant?

Xie Zhao and Fu Ling are not related by blood. If the relationship between the two of them is deeper than confidantes, what kind of relationship can it be?

It can only be... it can only be... that kind of relationship...

"I heard that Mr. Xie and the third prince go in and out of each other, and their manners are intimate. Everyone else will be envious when they see it."

"A Jinwu guard told me that Lord Xie and the third prince both fell into the water on the day Lanyin Temple fell into the water. Rescue from adults."

"Oh, by the way, Lord Xie must have asked for the third prince to go to Chengyuan this year, right? Everyone in the capital knows that the Holy Majesty is indifferent to the third prince. If it wasn't for Lord Xie's entreaty, how could he think of going to Chengyuan this year?" The third prince also brought Chengyuan?"

"—Lord Xie and the Third Prince have such a deep friendship, are they just confidants?"

Wan Xu's surprised words sounded in his ears again, Xie Zhao felt the temperature rising sharply on his cheeks, blinked his eyes, and said to himself without confidence: "Can't you get so close if you know yourself... Your Highness treats me like this Well, as the saying goes, if you cast a peach in a tree, you will reward Qiong Yao, so I should be kind to His Highness."

After a pause, he nodded with some guilty conscience: "...well, we are just close friends."

Even though he told himself so, Xie Zhao was still a little lost in thought.

He lay down in front of the window, looking at the magnolia flowers in the yard, trying to divert his attention, trying to forget Wan Xu's words.But some things are always the more I want to forget, the more I want to jump into my mind.

Xie Zhao shook his head, and began to count how many magnolia flowers were on the branches.

One magnolia flower, two magnolia flowers, three magnolia flowers...

——One Your Highness, Two Your Highness, Three Your Highness.

No, start over!One magnolia flower, two magnolia flowers, three magnolia flowers...

——His Highness playing the piano, His Highness with his back on his back, His Highness holding his hand.

Xie Zhao, what are you thinking!This time I will definitely not count forks!

A magnolia flower...

——By the way, on that rainy day, was it on this collapse that he went to snatch the script from His Highness, but fell on His Highness's chest?

It turned out that they used to be so close.

"What am I thinking?"

Xie Zhao's face turned red like a tomato.He jumped down from the collapse, and was so angry that he wanted to jump his feet: "Don't count, don't count! This is a demon flower, this is definitely a demon flower! Looking at Suya, this magnolia flower is actually a demon flower!"

It's getting dark outside.

Just as Bingwen was entering the door with dinner, he saw his young master's distraught look.He put the dishes on the table helplessly: "You are in a bad mood, you are not good, how old you are, why are you still venting your anger?"

Xie Zhao snorted and sat down at the table: "This flower makes me lose my appetite tonight."

After finishing speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of rice: "It must have become a spirit! It already knows how to bully me!"

Isn't this delicious?

Bingwen watched Xie Zhao swallow another mouthful of rice angrily, and said with emotion: "Master, over the years, I admire you the most: no matter how angry you are, you will never treat yourself badly."

He still remembered that when he was young in Jiangnan, the son was teased by the grandpa and Mr. Pei all day long, but no matter how fiercely he was teased by them, the son never cried or refused to eat or drink like other ordinary children .

If he was really angry, instead of threatening himself with a hungry stomach, the young master would prefer to take revenge in other ways - such as eating the meal that Mr. Pei and the grandfather shared, leaving Mr. Pei and the grandfather with nothing to eat.

Xie Zhao swallowed the meal: "No matter how angry I am, I can't starve myself."

He muttered: "I am the only one in our Xie family. Grandpa told me at the beginning that after he left, I must eat enough and wear warm clothes." At this point, he propped his chin with the chopsticks, suddenly Smiling: "Maybe this is the so-called one person is full, the whole family is not worried?"

Xie Zhao said this in an understatement and in an ordinary tone, but Bingwen was taken aback when he heard it.

His eyes were full of tears, and just as he was about to comfort Xie Zhao, he saw Xie Zhao sloppily eating, and suddenly pulled him to sit on a stool beside him, and asked a little shyly, "Bingwen, I want to ask you something."

He groaned, and with a cruel heart, he simply asked directly: "Do you think the way I get along with His Highness is a bit strange?"

Bingwen's newly brewing emotions were suffocated by his strange question, and he was very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Is it strange?"

He barely regained his emotions, pinched his chin and pondered for a while, then nodded affirmatively: "It's a little strange."

Could it be that someone as dull as Bingwen could see something was wrong?

Xie Zhao's heart rose, and he asked with difficulty: "...what's wrong?"

"My lord, you are too clingy to Your Highness."

Bingwen complained: "It's okay to go to the courtyard of someone over the wall to listen to someone playing the piano from time to time, but I don't need to follow up when I go to the temple fair to watch the performance. Even when I go to Chengyuan, I ask the Holy One to bring people with me."

He persuaded Xie Zhao kindly: "Your Highness doesn't have a family right now, so forget about it. If one day someone marries a wife and you climb into his yard again, won't you disturb him?"

marry a wife? !

Xie Zhao was startled by this word, and lost his voice: "Why is Your Highness going to marry a wife?!"

Seeing his reaction, Bingwen gave him a strange look: "Your Highness is 21 this year, and will be [-] next year. If His Majesty doesn't want to care about him anymore, maybe he will point him out for Beiyan's sake." girl."

He sighed, and said to Xie Zhao in an old-fashioned way: "Let's not talk about your Highness, you will be crowned next year, and it's time to think about your own marriage." Speaking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "But you Don't worry, the Holy Majesty loves you so much, and when the time comes, he will definitely appoint a good girl with both talents and looks to play harmoniously with you."

I don't want any harpsichords and sounds!

Xie Zhao shook his neck and shouted: "I won't marry! No one can play the piano better than His Highness!"

But when he thought that he could not marry, but could not prevent Fu Ling from getting married, he felt uncomfortable in his chest.Thinking that he might not be able to approach Fu Ling casually in the future, Xie Zhao lay down on the table in frustration, and whispered, "Your Highness must marry."

Bingwen rolled his eyes: "I would believe that you are only five years old this year."

Seeing that Xie Zhao was so depressed, he put on an old-fashioned look and tried hard to make Xie Zhao recognize the truth: "You and Your Highness are just confidants, you have to understand that His Highness is playing the piano for you now, and he will also play the piano for his wife in the future of."

"With a wife, will His Highness neglect your bosom friend?"

Received a natural answer from Bingwen, Xie Zhao frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "It's better not to be a confidant, just like what Wan Xu said, to be someone else...the other..."

Bingwen was curious: "What?"

Xie Zhao: "...I don't want to say it."

Bingwen asked: "Stop talking halfway, you are trying to kill me."

Xie Zhao pursed his lips a few times, and quickly said a few words in a low voice. Before Bingwen could hear clearly, Xie Zhao got up with a flick of his sleeves: "I'm done talking. It's your own fault if you didn't hear clearly."

Bingwen was anxious: "Why are you doing this!"

Seeing Xie Zhao strode out of the room and quickly disappeared from sight, he frowned and said to himself, "What did you say, sir?"

What Xie Zhao was talking about was, of course, the kind of relationship Wan Xu was talking about.

what relationship?

Brothers Longyang, Fentao, Duanxiu, and Qie, in short, whoever loves who is who, anyway, all of them are better than bosom friends!

Xie Zhao sighed and walked back to the old place unconsciously.Hearing the familiar sound of the zither, he lost the excitement he used to. He slowly climbed up the tree, leaned on the top of the wall, and looked down at Fu Ling who was quietly playing the zither in the next yard.

Without blinking his eyes, he looked at Fu Ling seriously, and thought in his heart: Your Highness is really good-looking, eyes are eyes and noses are noses, not only is he good-looking, he also has a good personality and plays the piano well.

It took Xie Zhao all these years to find this kind of person.

The music stopped.

Fu Ling looked at Xie Zhao who was listlessly lying on the wall, frowned and asked, "Could it be that someone made things difficult for Mr. Xie?" Seeing that Xie Zhao shook his head, Fu Ling could only make him happy in his own way: "...Thank you What music do you like to listen to? I will play it to Mr. Xie."

Xie Zhao said disgruntledly, "Let's play a phoenix."

Does Xie Zhao have someone he likes?

Fu Ling's hand trembled, pressing a broken tone on the strings.He took a deep look at Xie Zhao, feeling heavy in his heart: Xie Zhao is in a bad mood because of this?

The third prince, who has always been good at rhythm, lost his former calmness for the first time when playing the piano.

He didn't move for a long time, Xie Zhao stood on tiptoe on the branch, put his hands on the tiles, and leaned forward: "You don't know this song?"

Fu Ling tried his best to make his expression not so ugly.

He didn't look at Xie Zhao, put his fingers on the strings again, and said lightly: "Of course."

The sound of the piano poured out.

On an autumn night, Xie Zhao gradually relaxed his body amidst the melodious sound of the piano, and lay lazily on the wall again, thinking to himself: His Highness was originally a superb piano player, but he seems to have improved recently. The phoenix is ​​really lingering.

Attracted by the sound of the piano, Xie Zhao couldn't help but want to get closer to Fu Ling.So the sound of the piano ended, and the others unknowingly climbed over the wall again and squatted on the branch of the big tree in Fu Ling's yard again.

After finishing the song, Xie Zhao sighed sincerely: "In Xie Zhao's heart, His Highness's piano sound is unmatched by anyone in the world."

He hesitated and tentatively asked: "... His Highness will play this song for his sweetheart in the future?"

sweetheart?

Fu Ling froze for a moment, looked at Xie Zhao intently, and said in a low voice, "Should be able to play."

I even thought of a song to play for my sweetheart!

Xie Zhao drooped his brows and eyes, and couldn't get any more excited.

Fu Ling came under the tree and stretched out his hand as before, wanting to help Xie Zhao down.

"Master Xie, do you want to sit down?"

It doesn't matter if the face is good-looking, even the hands are good-looking.

Xie Zhao began to lose his mind again, thinking to himself: This kind of hand seems to be able to touch the qin and lift the pen, but it is also this kind of hand that actually had such strength that night that it was able to pull himself out of the water .

That hand was as white as jade, Xie Zhaoming had held it more than once, but at this moment he was about to move, wanting to touch it again.

Out of nowhere, he held out his hand.

Seeing that Xie Zhao was in a daze for a moment, Fu Ling finally stretched out his hand.

The smile on the corners of his lips just spread, but soon froze.

Just before his fingertips were about to touch Fu Ling's palm, Xie Zhao withdrew his hand in a panic. He hurriedly climbed up the wall and said incoherently, "Your Highness, I have some... I have some... Yes, I have some... I'm a little sleepy! I have something to do at Yushitai tomorrow, so I'll go back to sleep first!"

"……it is good."

Fu Ling heard Xie Zhao's hurried footsteps disappearing into the courtyard on the other side of the wall, his eyes gradually turned cold.

He withdrew his hand, suddenly feeling a little cool in the autumn night wind.

Standing in place for a long time, Fu Ling thought about all the strange things about Xie Zhao tonight, and said calmly to Qi Lan who came behind him: "You go to Mr. Zeng, just say that I have something to ask him for help."

Qi Lan asked: "Is it about returning to Beiyan?"

"No." Fu Ling lowered his brows, "Go and check with him, and see if Mr. Xie has met new people recently."

He wanted to know who was so capable that Xie Zhao didn't even want to come to his yard.

The author has something to say: Mr. Xie: It's you, it's you, it's you QAQ

After Master Wan, Bingwen made great assists.

One day Xie Zhao and Fu Ling will be together, none of these people is innocent!

感谢在2020-06-2423:47:15~2020-06-2520:02:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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