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dinner time.

Even though every pair of knives and forks was polished and shiny silver, and the hot soup and dishes on the table exuded a rich aroma, there were only a few maids in the dining room empty-handedly preparing tableware and food, and His Highness had not been seen coming out to eat for a long time.

Several maidservants stood stupidly for a long time, and finally someone couldn't help asking Miaoyin to go to the bedroom to shout, so she reluctantly walked to the back room and knocked on the door vigorously. "Your Highness...Your Highness, it's time to eat."

A restless voice came from the room: "Don't eat."

Miaoyin approached the door with a begging voice and said, "Your Highness, if you don't eat, your body will break down." After saying that, the door was opened by Hara——

The little maid almost fell down, but she quickly stood upright while holding on to the wall. Seeing that His Highness was naked, only the lower body was casually wrapped in a thin blue gauze, the muscle lines were fully displayed in front of her eyes, Miaoyin's face brushed She turned red immediately, and she quickly covered half of her face, not daring to say anything.

Haruo twisted the back of her neck to move, her Adam's apple rolled, and said in a low voice, "I want to eat the dim sum made by Fulou."

"what?"

——Floating building?Fulou, the prince of Fulou?Miaoyin's eyes widened. Although I heard that His Royal Highness received a gift of desserts made by Prince Fulou himself, I didn't expect His Highness to make such a request again. Will Prince Fulou give it again?Woo...

"Go and tell him." Haruo rubbed his hair, turned his head away in embarrassment, "That...pretending to be pitiful."

Miaoyin understood what he meant, just like before, His Highness asked her to pretend to be embarrassed and plead in front of Fulou, Prince Fulou would agree to His Highness's capricious request, but, always like this...she would feel very sorry of.Miaoyin hesitated to agree, "Your Highness, will Prince Fulou not believe it now... because you really haven't felt sorry for us for a long time, I have no reason to cry and complain..."

Haruo interrupted her resolutely: "Just say that I have started to embarrass you again, can't you? You can use any excuse, if he doesn't make snacks, call him over, and I will approve you to go back to your hometown to visit relatives when the matter is over."

Miaoyin clasped her hands, her eyes sparkled with surprise, "Ah! Really, Your Highness!"

His Highness gave her special permission this time to return home!Ordinary maidservants would not have such a good opportunity to work in the palace for seven or eight years, so of course she would not hesitate to do so.But... how do you pretend to be pitiful...

After dinner, the sky was gloomy, taking advantage of the transition of moonlight and sunlight, Dasha went out of the house to enjoy the extraordinarily gorgeous sky.After walking a few steps, I saw a person squatting on the lonely corridor, not far from his door. His short body was curled up into a ball, and he seemed to be crying, which was worrying.

Dasha squeezed his hands nervously and approached this person, and the cries of grievance became clearer.

"Woooo, woooooo..."

He took a closer look, and found that this thin figure seemed to be the maid who had been serving Haruo all the time. He often saw her, even though her face was half buried in his knees, Dasha still recognized her appearance, and he didn't know why. , Miaoyin is not happy squatting here, could it be, He Luo...

Dasha also squatted down together, put on Miaoyinhuan's arm in front of her knee, trying to pull her up, "What's wrong? You...why are you crying?"

Miaoyin rubbed her eyes, clasped her hands and lowered her head: "Your Highness Fulou...I..."

She was too guilty to explain, but Prince Fulou really understood her.

Dasha searched quickly, and took out a neatly folded silk scarf, "Come, this handkerchief is clean."

In order to avoid getting his hands dirty, he would bring a handkerchief with him recently, which happened to be able to help Miaoyin. He handed it to Miaoyin's hand, wanting her to wipe away tears. Miaoyin took it embarrassingly, and wiped it at the corner of her eyes pretending to be sad. Mo, "Thank you, thank you...His Royal Highness Fulou."

At this time Dasha pulled her up, and he said with concern: "Aren't you Haruo's maid? I remember your name is Miaoyin. By the way, why are you here?"

Miaoyin thought for a while, then faltered, "Fulou, Prince Fulou, His Highness Haruo is angry again."

Dasha's expression changed, and he was surprised: "How come, what happened?"

Unexpectedly, Miaoyin could no longer make up excuses, she paused, and kept pointing her fingers, "Your Highness, he refuses to take anything away, and wants you to...feed him."

"Feed him?" Obviously - even more surprised, Dasha looked around, but fortunately there was no one around, Miaoyin's request was really strange.

Seeing people's hesitation, Miao Yin added: "Otherwise, otherwise, I will make some snacks for him."

These are all requests made by His Royal Highness Hara, and she is just copying them...

Dasha suddenly suffocated, and Haruo hadn't forgiven him...

"I……"

After a few seconds of stalemate, Miaoyin's voice became softer: "Otherwise, otherwise... just go and stay with him."

"What if I don't go?" A trace of melancholy arose in his heart, and the image of Hara kissing him suddenly flashed in his mind, stimulating his nerves.Wasn't the last apology enough?

Miaoyin sobbed a few times, "Wuuuuuu...His Royal Highness Fulou, he said that if you don't show up, he will make us not eat for two days, wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

After Miaoyin finished speaking, she bent down and was about to kneel on the ground. Dasha quickly supported her shoulders to make her stand still, "Why, hasn't Haruo changed a lot? Why is he punishing you like this again?"

The appearance of Miaoyin begging is really pitiful. Although Dasha has not met many women, he knows the difference between women and men. They are not as strong as men, and they do not have higher status and knowledge. Therefore, Dasha, who was born as a commoner, loves women very much, and does not want the girls who work in the palace to be wronged at all.

"Your Highness Fulou, just go and see him." Miaoyin begged again, and Dasha finally nodded.

"Okay, okay, are you okay now? Would you like something to eat?"

Miaoyin cheered up, smiling all over her face, "No need, I can eat later, you can go to His Royal Highness Hara."

Apparently he didn't see anything wrong with her, so Dasha had no choice but to rush to Haruo's room immediately, and Miaoyin followed happily.Seeing that it is no longer dinner time, he must not have had dinner yet, right?

He has walked this road several times, and when he came to the gate of Haruo's courtyard, the guards let him go when they saw that it was him.Dasha asked the maids sweeping the floor around him, and learned that Hara was still sleeping, so he walked slowly to his bedroom.

Dasha leaned against the door and said softly: "Hara, I heard that you don't eat, are you sick?"

There was no answer inside, so Miaoyin gently opened the door and motioned Dasha to go in and talk.

The quilt on the bed tightly wrapped his body, it seemed... It seemed that Hara was not feeling well?Dasha couldn't help but stepped forward and called him softly, "Hara?"

Miaoyin also followed in short steps, whispering behind Dasha's ear: "Your Highness, he is very ill and doesn't want to eat anything."

How come, Hara, sick?Very serious……

Why didn't Miaoyin tell him just now?

It turned out that he slept under the quilt and didn't eat because he was sick. Dasha complained to himself, he hesitated not to come to see him just now, it's really wrong, but isn't Haruo usually in good health? ?Why are you suddenly sick?Dasha squeezed his fingers tightly into the palm of his hand, and now he couldn't see Haruo's expression, but he was inexplicably worried, so he took another step closer and bent slightly.

"Hara, you didn't eat dinner, are you okay... How do you feel now, are you feeling unwell?"

As if enjoying someone's tension and concern for him, Hara remained motionless in bed, as if he was really sick.

Dasha's palms were sweating, he couldn't help leaning against the bed, and whispered into his ear, "Hara...?"

Miao Yin behind him explained in a low voice: "Prince Fulou, Your Highness suffers from a strange disease. His whole body is cold, but his body temperature is normal. It is difficult to cure. I didn't tell you just now, because I was afraid that you would be frightened... ..."

She spoke in a dignified manner, and her tone was extremely distressed. After all, no one wants His Highness whom they have served for a long time to get sick, even if... it is a faux pas.

Dasha could also hear the seriousness in her tone, and his heartstrings were tensed: "Then what should I do? How can I cure it?...Where is the doctor?"

"Ah! The doctor has already left. He ordered to use the temperature of the human body to warm His Highness. Hold him and he will recover. However, His Highness hasn't been sick for a long time, and he won't let us help him. Now we don't dare to take care of him." ..."

It is really embarrassing to use the body temperature to warm him. Hara doesn't have a concubine, and he doesn't randomly find a maid to serve him. Hara also told him that he won't mess around again. Now... it should be What should I do... However, since it is the temperature of the human body, it means that it is not hopeless, as long as someone is willing to hold him, he will get better.

Dasha froze for a moment, wondering if there was any way to get the best of both worlds.

"I see!" Dasha thumped his palm, which made the person lying on the bed prick up his ears. Haruo swallowed a breath and was ready to listen to his next words.

Unexpectedly, Dasha unhurriedly suggested, "...Do you want to add a few more quilts? It will be warmer for him..."

Covered by the quilt, Haruo almost spit out a mouthful of water. What the hell answer is this? He thought that the other party would take the initiative to go to bed to act as the heat source to warm him, but it turned out to be a waste of fantasy and pretending to be sick.

Hara squeaked through a layer of quilt: "The quilt is too heavy, I will crush it."

Hearing the bewildered voice, Dasha felt a little joy, and immediately bent over to check the situation, "Hara, are you okay?...Don't you want a quilt?"

"Let me hold you." The weak words reached Dasha's ears, and Haruo finally showed his face. He squinted, his long eyelashes drooped down, and his eyebrows were tightly frowned. Although there was nothing wrong, his expression looked genuine. Extremely uncomfortable.

Miaoyin sobbed a few times immediately, and Dasha's heart softened completely. It seemed that he really wanted to help him, but...

Seeing Dasha staying by the bed, Miaoyin sneaked out... When he finished thinking, there were only him and Hara in the room.Hara stretched out his hand from under the bed and grabbed him.

"Come up. You won't, are you thinking about the things in that book?"

Dasha blushed, but immediately retorted: "I, I didn't think about it, you are sick, why would I think about that...I..."

Is it possible to think about it when you are not sick? Haruo smiled evilly in his heart, pulling him and refusing to let go, his expression was desperately conveying the pain of the illness, and he didn't know if it seemed real.Dasha couldn't bear to leave like this, so he pushed himself to gently uncover the quilt.

Suddenly his heartbeat increased, he straightened his clothes, rolled over and climbed onto the bed, and slept next to him with his arms around Hara through the quilt, wondering if this could transmit the temperature, he didn't take off his clothes, so it wasn't suitable for him to enter the quilt.

He could hardly get any closer, and he lay down with his limbs relaxed, and asked lightly, "Is this okay?"

"You don't need to take off your clothes, come under the quilt." Haruo's hands were stirring in the quilt, making Dasha unable to sleep peacefully on the side.

Haruo completely lost his usual arrogance, and he was very gentle when he made the request. He slowly lifted the quilt and settled Dasha by his side very gently.

Following the patient's wishes, Dasha fell asleep leaning on Hara, "Mmm..."

Their upper torsos were almost pressed against each other.

Being so close, their breaths are connected together, how can they think about the problem...

Although he felt embarrassed, Dasha endured the habit.

Does this count as skin-to-skin contact...

Haruo embraced him naturally, Dasha was right on his chest, and put his hands on his chest. Gradually, the lower body came together, and a hard object rubbed against his lower abdomen through the clothes. ... Seeming to find something wrong, Dasha trembled and pushed forward.

Hara stretched out both arms to hug him tightly, fearing that he would escape from his arms, "No, I won't do anything..."

"Why are you not wearing anything!" Dasha couldn't help crying out as his nerves tensed up.

Haruo frowned, and said in a haggard hoarse voice, "I, I'm sick... You let me get up and wear it."

Dasha was startled, and didn't move any more. Instead, he stretched his arms around his back: "Forget it, Hara, you...don't move."

If you move again, the friction will be even stronger, so let's be quiet.

They hugged each other and slept for a while, and Hara also restrained himself and didn't respond, just quietly enjoying this moment, and there were not many chances for him to be hugged obediently, until he slowly reacted , It's not too late to be together again.If he just sleeps until dawn like this, he doesn't need to eat tonight.

Just thinking that it doesn't matter whether you are hungry or not, I heard Dasha whispering on his chest: "Hara, are you hungry? If you feel better, why don't you get up and eat?"

"..." The sleeping position of them touching each other has already caused a little sweat on their backs, and the bed is also stuffy.Now it’s hard to believe the excuse that I’m cold all over now, Hara agreed, “Okay. I’m not feeling well, you feed me.”

"...Huh?" He blinked, but didn't react for a while. "Since your health is much better, why do you need someone to feed you when you eat?"

Didn't he joke before that he didn't know how to eat and asked someone to feed him?

Haruo let him go, and rested comfortably on the soft pillow with his neck on his back, "Then you can make some snacks, I want to eat what you made last time."

"Hey, good." Dasha shook his head helplessly.After getting up, he agreed.It was also because of Haruo's illness that he followed the other party's wishes, with Runrun's clothes clinging to his body, and ran to the dining room before he had time to change.

The mung bean cake I tried to make last time has already taught many maids to learn how to make it. At night, it was time for their servants to eat. When they saw Prince Fulou coming to the dining room, they rushed over to help him.However, in order to make Hara happy, he still took the ingredients and did it himself, and after he was done, he had to steam it for a while.

Back in front of Hara's hall, his "sickness" has recovered to the point where he can walk in the courtyard, and it seems that he is no longer serious. Dasha smiled very comfortably, and called out with a snack: "It's done, you Been waiting for a long time."

After the snacks were baked, it was getting late, and it was almost ten minutes before they usually went to bed.

Hara complained habitually, "Why did you come here?"

Dasha smiled embarrassingly, "It was done slowly."

Haruo doesn't know how to make dim sum, even if he explained it, he might not understand, so Dasha didn't say much, just brought the dim sum into the house.

Looking at his flattering smile, Haruo inexplicably had the idea of ​​teasing him, would people be so obedient and considerate just by pretending to be ill?

He stepped forward and hugged Dasha's waist, "I won't eat."

Almost trembling his hands, he almost failed to put the plate on the table, Dasha turned his head, "What's the matter? I did it with my own hands, it's not what's left today."

"You feed me, or I won't eat." He put his chin on Dasha's shoulder, bent over, and the fresh sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

He hugged so tightly.Dasha twisted his waist, "Stop joking, let's eat."

"Don't move." The simple action is very attractive to people. Haruo tried his best to dawdle on the smooth neck with his side face, and almost wanted to kiss him again, but he still didn't remember the thing that scared people last time. I didn't forget, this time I was afraid that he would run away again, "I just hugged him and didn't do anything."

Why do you always have to be so close... Dasha was embarrassed and held by him, but his body was stiff, he couldn't feel any warmth, and his simple thoughts began to become complicated.

"Hara, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while." The plate had been put down for a long time, but Hara still refused to let go, so he had to try to move the five fingers of Hara around his waist, but he resisted a little, his cheeks Gang was immediately kissed, and his ears were red, "What are you doing?"

Hara said softly, "Tomorrow I want to take you to a fireworks show."

what is that?

Out of curiosity, Dasha didn't struggle at all, but was stunned for a while.

Haruo added: "Do you want to go?"

Fireworks... must be pretty.It seems that he hasn't been out of the palace for a while, and Hara invited him out to play again, Dasha nodded.

"Well... let's go, but you, aren't you feeling sick?"

"It's very comfortable now."

Kissing him on the face again, Dasha pushed him away in a panic. "Don't, come on, have a snack."

Haruo just kissed him once, and quickly ate something.

The taste of the mung bean cake remained the same as last time, but it was made in a hurry, the mung beans were not fully flavored, and the steamed flour was not firm enough, but this made Haruo very happy. After a while, they gave each other almost the same amount. It's not too late to pick a relationship.

……

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The so-called fireworks show is just a folk activity with the theme of flames and fireworks. Usually, there will be such activities at the end of midsummer and the beginning of early spring. Although the winter in their mainland is not cold, there is very little rainfall, and some areas will cause drought. , This phenomenon is more serious in the country of Galore, and the fertile and coastal Nabelles country naturally does not have frequent natural disasters, but the fireworks show seems to have become a folk tradition, and the activities usually start at night.

Haruo sneaked out to watch weird fireworks when he was young, but today he didn't come to watch the fireworks, but to date Fulou, so he took him out after dinner.They held hands and strolled slowly, wanting to wander into the center of the crowd near the river bank from a place with few people, where the fireworks would be closer and they could enjoy a more magnificent scenery.

A little girl wearing a headscarf was walking around in the square. When she turned around, she realized that she was holding a bouquet of flowers. She was wearing old patched clothes that were stained with a lot of dust. Dasha thought of the Shesha he had met, a child who lived in such a poor and hard life.

Dasha took a few glances, and the girl also noticed him, and ran over with stumbling steps, almost bumping into him, the little girl chose between the two, as if her intuition told her who was responsible for paying for the purchase. The other one looked at the tall and luxurious Prince Hara expectantly, "Big brother, do you want to buy flowers?"

Haruo glanced at it impatiently, then lost interest, "What flower?"

The little girl directly held the bouquet high, "Hey, this is the Chinese rose..."

An intoxicating smell of inferior perfume was disgusting, but Dasha bent down and took a deep sniff as if admiring, "It's so beautiful."

Haruo leaned over and took the bunch from the little girl, "...All right, I'll take it all."

"Brother, thank you...!" She clapped her hands, grinned, and soon got a gold coin in her hand.The rich have always spent a lot of money, but this is the share she can only earn after a few days of buying. The girl left contentedly but reluctantly, and Dasha kept waving goodbye to her.

"Hara, you are so kind..." It was not easy for these poor children to come out and sell things, and he looked at Hara with admiration for a moment.

But Hao Luo himself didn't mean that, he just wanted to win the favor of the beauty along the way, knowing that he has a strong heart of compassion, this would make him happier.Haruo took out a handkerchief and wiped the branches at the ends, and handed it to Dasha, "For you."

"You...you bought this for me?"

Isn't it to let those children go home earlier?

Haruo repeated firmly, "I bought it for you." Why is he so stupid, doesn't he understand his own thoughts?

Dasha took it hesitantly, and kept smiling, "...Thank you."

However, it's unavoidably strange, I heard that sending flowers seems to be very meaningful... I don't know if Hara did it on purpose or not.

"Really thank me?" Haruo raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Dasha nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

"That……"

He faced Dasha's thin lips, wanting to take the opportunity to kiss her.

Just as he was getting closer and about to speak, the attractiveness of the other party seemed to be attracted by something else.

"Look, over there..."

"Uh..." Haruo took a deep breath, and he looked sideways, and it turned out that the fireworks had started by the river, "Let's go over and have a look."

All kinds of fireworks were shining brightly, illuminating the entire river, and many slender sparks flashed in the red night sky, more and more, reflecting each other.

"Well, yes, yes, it's really beautiful." Dasha walked over slowly with flowers in his hands, and he could see it more clearly when he got closer. It was the first time he saw fireworks, and he was afraid of being suspected, so he could only cover it up quietly. Inner excitement.

I am really grateful to Hara for always taking him to so many beautiful and interesting places.

The crowd was crowded, and they rushed to this side when the fireworks started, and they were crowded with people all of a sudden.

"Fulou!" Hara followed behind, but the bustling laughter and whispers drowned out his shouts. The people around collided left and right, and many of them were beggars with a bad smell. Hara distanced himself from Dasara with a single dodge. However, when Dasha was holding flowers, he couldn't hold hands properly. Haruo felt a little regretful.

"what……"

Dasha looked at the night sky and admired it for a while, only for a short moment, as if he and Hara were separated.