Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao, let's go now, shall we?

Fu Ling really wanted to say that.Just looking down into Xie Zhao's clear eyes full of joy, he still didn't say this out.

He would not say anything that would embarrass Xie Zhao.

The moonlight was like water, Fu Ling put his arms around Xie Zhao's waist, and pressed a very light and gentle kiss on Xie Zhao's lips.

He looked at Xie Zhao with soft eyes, and asked with a soft smile, "Azhao, do you want to put up lotus lanterns this year?"

The boat swayed slightly along the waves, and Xie Zhao felt his heart swaying along with it.

He took the initiative to hold Fu Ling's hand, scratched the other's palm playfully, and then said with a smile in the other's indulgent eyes: "Has Your Highness prepared a lotus lantern for me?"

The palm is sensitive, and Xie Zhao gently scratched it, as if being gently scratched by a cat's paw.

Fu Ling felt a little itchy, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously.He shook Xie Zhao's hand lightly and said, "Don't mess around."

But the rebuke was by no means threatening.

Xie Zhaohui held his hand and continued to ask with a smile, "Has Your Highness prepared a lotus lantern for me?"

The tone is firm, as if he is sure that the other party will definitely prepare things.

Fu Ling hummed lightly, and took out an unlit lotus lantern from a corner of the small boat.

He handed the lotus lantern to Xie Zhao, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Girls in the capital don't put lotus lanterns." He teased: "So this year, Mr. Xie's wish will definitely come true—what wish will Mr. Xie make?"

"His Royal Highness can appear in front of me again safe and sound, and my greatest wish has come true."

Xie Zhao took the fire pack from Fu Ling and lit the wick on the lotus lantern. After the fire went out two or three times, the originally dark lotus lantern was lit by a small candle, stretching and blooming in the night.

Xie Zhao squatted on the small boat, watched the lotus lantern gradually drifting away along the water waves, and smiled unconsciously: "...this lotus lantern is for His Highness."

If the legends are to be believed, and if the gods have spirits, then this wish belonging to His Highness will definitely come true, right?

Fu Ling stood beside Xie Zhao, following Xie Zhao's gaze to look at the lotus lantern.

That lotus lantern was only the size of two palms, floating on the deep river, looking small and warm.A gust of night wind blew by, causing ripples on the river surface, causing the lotus lanterns to tremble a bit. Compared with the wide river surface, it looked even more fragile.

Fu Ling couldn't help wondering: Can this lotus lantern really float out of the city?Can the wish carried by the lotus lantern really come true?

The movement of Xie Zhao beside him interrupted Fu Ling's thoughts.

He was a little surprised to see Xie Zhao standing up, leaning over to pick up the oars on the boat.The oars were a bit heavy, Xie Zhao felt the weight, and then put the oars into the water with unfamiliar movements.

Seeing that Xie Zhao seemed to be rowing away to follow the lotus lantern, Fu Ling quickly held Xie Zhao's arm and asked, "Xie Zhao, where are you going rowing?"

"I think a gust of wind could blow it away."

Xie Zhao pointed to the lotus lantern and said worriedly, "I have to watch it float out of the city myself."

Forget about my own wish, but this is His Highness's wish, and Xie Zhao hopes it will come true.

"Dangtang serves the imperial censor from the sixth grade, and now he wants to personally escort a lotus lantern?"

Fu Ling let out a muffled laugh.He stopped Xie Zhao from paddling, and coaxed Xie Zhao in a low voice: "It depends on God's will, don't force it."

When he said this, he obviously didn't remember that he also pushed on Xie Zhao's lotus lantern at this time last year.

Xie Zhao still held the paddle and refused to let go, hesitantly watching the lotus lantern drifting further and further away.

Fu Ling took off his bamboo hat, and got two masks from nowhere.He put one of the masks on Xie Zhao's face, and smiled lowly: "Stop looking at it, and listen to me playing the piano, okay?"

This really hit Xie Zhao's weakness.

Xie Zhaoren asked Fu Ling to help him put on the mask.He looked at the lotus lantern, then at Fu Ling in front of him, his face hidden under the mask was full of struggles.

He wanted to look at the lotus lantern, but also wanted to listen to His Highness playing the piano...he couldn't make a choice.

Seeing that Xie Zhao was still standing still holding the paddle, Fu Ling was helpless.

He patted Xie Zhao's head lightly, and finally said: "Xie Zhao, you have to be good."

Xie Zhao, you have to be good.

The last time I said that was my grandfather.

Xie Zhao finally put down the oars.While rubbing his red ears, he took the mask in Fu Ling's hand and put it on for him.When the other party's handsome face was completely covered by the mask, Xie Zhao said regretfully, "It's a pity."

Such a pretty face should be shown.

Fu Ling glanced at him with a smile, took him ashore with his hand, and walked towards the house on Xueya Street.

Although it was already night and Qin Houde had brought a group of officials to leave the capital, it was always right to be cautious.It is very rare to be able to see Xie Zhao until this night, and Fu Ling does not want anyone to disturb his time with Xie Zhao.

The streets are crowded with people.

Xie Zhao was led by Fu Ling to walk among the crowd, completely lost the loneliness and depression when he came here.The other party's cool body temperature came down the palm, Xie Zhao held his hand tightly, thinking: Even if everything is just a big dream, he is willing to indulge in it.

It is good to have the dream of His Highness for a lifetime.

The two returned to the house on Xueya Street.

After Fu Ling left, Xie Zhao asked Bingwen to bring someone back to clean it regularly, so even though Fu Ling had been away for several months, the house was still completely new and free of dust.

With his chin resting on his arm, Xie Zhao quietly listened to Fu Ling playing one piece after another.

First is the high mountains and flowing water, and then the phoenix and phoenix.

Transformation as the relationship between them.

Xie Zhao was fascinated by what he heard, and his gaze crossed his brows and eyes, his slender neck, and finally landed on his left chest, and he couldn't look away.

right there...

It was there that he got hurt for him.

That rainy night eventually became Xie Zhao's nightmare.

Fu Ling could no longer ignore Xie Zhao's burning gaze, and stopped playing the piano.

He sat opposite Xie Zhao, looked at Xie Zhao silently for a long while, finally lost the battle, held Xie Zhao's wrist, and led his hand to cover the coat on his chest.

"That injury looks terrible, but it's actually not worth mentioning."

Fu Ling looked into Xie Zhao's eyes, tried to put on a relaxed expression, and joked like Xie Zhao usually did: "Why don't you press it? I will never frown."

Xie Zhao's hands trembled, and he subconsciously moved away.

He was in a daze for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "...a lie. It must be very painful."

Fu Ling corrected him: "It doesn't hurt."

Xie Zhao turned his head and pursed his lips tightly, refusing to believe it: "It just hurts."

This time and again, no one can tell the other.

Fu Ling looked at Xie Zhao's stubborn side face, and suddenly wanted to laugh.He got up and looked at the already dark sky outside the window, not wanting to waste too much time on things that hurt or not.

He said to Xie Zhao, "It's late at night, you should go to sleep."

Xie Zhaohao raised his head, and said in disbelief: "Won't Your Highness talk to me by candlelight at night?"

After finally meeting, how could he waste his sleep, he still has a lot to say to His Highness!

Fu Ling looked down at Xie Zhao, and was just about to say something, but Xie Zhao suddenly played a rogue, holding his hand but not letting go: "Since we can't talk at night by candlelight, we should just fall asleep on our feet."

He plausibly said: "Your Highness was still playing the high mountains and flowing water just now, and other confidants can rest on their feet. The relationship between me and Your Highness is far beyond that of ordinary confidants, why not?"

Fu Ling was speechless, and could only let Xie Zhao go to bed, and "fall asleep" with him.

The candles were extinguished, the room was dark, and the moonlight slanted down through the window lattice, printing mottled patterns on the ground.

The constant chirping of cicadas on summer nights disturbs people's hearts.

Fu Ling rubbed the center of his brows, noticing Xie Zhao who was squirming a little bit closer, and unconsciously leaned back.He didn't know that he had no way to retreat until his back was pressed against the cold wall.

Xie Zhao's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Your Highness, did you come to see me on the night of the River God Festival?"

Fu Ling said softly: "Yes."

"You came for me?"

"..."

Fu Ling had no choice but to reply after a while: "Xie Zhao, don't ask questions knowingly."

"I know the answer."

In the night, Fu Ling couldn't see Xie Zhao's face.He could only notice that Xie Zhao lifted his upper body, resting on the bed with one hand and watching him intently.

Xie Zhao's strands of black hair flowed down, wiped his face and slid down, causing the temperature of the skin on his face to rise suddenly.

Just as Fu Ling wanted to ask Xie Zhao what he was doing, he felt a soft touch on his forehead.

——It was Xie Zhao's kiss that landed on his forehead.

Xie Zhao repeated again: "Your Highness, I know the answer."

After a pause, he smiled: "But, I want to hear it from you."

With the wall behind him, Fu Ling had no way out.

If there is no way out, then don't retreat.

Xie Zhao suddenly heard a soft sigh.

Before he could react, the world was spinning, and he was already lying on his back on the bed again.

The familiar smell of medicine hit, and Fu Ling put his left palm on the back of Xie Zhao's head, put his head on Xie Zhao's right shoulder, and admitted as if surrendering: "...Come here for you. Xie Zhao, I am here for you." here."

This is really the most beautiful love story in the world.

In the darkness, undercurrents surge, and affection grows like vines.

The two were so close that the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

Nobody moved.

After a long silence, it was Xie Zhao who spoke first.

He asked in a low voice: "...Your Highness, can I see your wound?"

He...does he even know what he's talking about?

Fu Ling's ears were also red.

"...Don't look, the scars are ugly."

He said in a low voice.

Xie Zhao let out a sigh of disappointment. He thought it was over, but Fu Ling put his head on his shoulder, and brought his hand to his chest with one hand.

This time, of course, it wasn't through the clothes.

Fu Ling's voice couldn't be lower, as if praying.

"Xie Zhao, scars are ugly...you can't be afraid of them."

How can you be afraid?

A few months passed, the wound had already scabbed, and the slight undulations on the smooth skin could not be ignored at all.Xie Zhao carefully stroked his wound with his fingertips, thinking of the pale face and half-closed eyes of this man leaning on the tree that night, he felt full of fear.

Fortunately... Fortunately, he was fine.

Xie Zhao's fingertips were slightly cold, and suddenly touched the scar on the warm chest, Fu Ling couldn't hold back his body trembling.

He held back a groan that was about to escape.

This can no longer be the case.

Fu Ling managed to regain his senses, straightened up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xie Zhao, you should go to sleep."

Unexpectedly, Xie Zhao said, "I won't sleep anymore."

His hands touched Fu Ling's slender neck, and he lay on his shoulder like a young animal and whispered: "I won't sleep, Your Highness, I won't sleep tonight."

Does he know that he said something terrible?

Fu Ling endured: "...Xie Zhao, you may regret it."

Xie Zhao kissed his chin: "I don't regret it."

Fu Ling's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and finally followed his heart, leaning over and kissing Xie Zhao.

The moon rises on the branches and sets again.

The sound of cicadas came and went outside the window, blocking out all the romance in the house.

The author has something to say: This should be no problem... scratching my head.

This week, I was a bit overwhelmed at work, and I had a headache during the meeting... and there was a small problem in the place I was in charge of. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep well, so I didn't care about the text, so I bowed and apologized.