Dressed as the favorite concubine of a downhearted prince

Ever since Han Sui went to sleep in the study, the relationship between him and Ye Yuming has become strange.

The two are under the same roof, but they don't see each other much.

His Royal Highness King Jing is either busy with outside affairs, the bandits on Cuixia Mountain have not been resolved, Han Sui is still looking for someone, Li Yang, the special envoy of the capital, is still investigating various local affairs in Shuzhou, Zhizhou Panghai is still waiting Following the various instructions of King Jing.

In short, Han Sui is just one word, busy.

Ye Yuming couldn't see his face all day long. Sometimes when people came back, they just stayed in the study and closed the windows. It was impossible for Ye Yuming to even take a look at him.

"What are you doing, you really think of yourself as a big shot, it's so amazing!" Sitting under the eaves of the corridor, he threw the skins of melon seeds all over the place while knocking on the melon seeds.

"You have to bring bodyguards with you when you go in and out, and no contact with other people is allowed. Hmph, do you regard yourself as some kind of national treasure-level protected animal?"

"No!" Throwing a handful of melon seeds, Ye Yuming muttered in a low voice: "It's better not to see him, it's like someone rarely sees him, I wish he would stay away from me and be clean."

On the other side, Han Sui in the study read all the ghosts and ghosts on the market in a few days, ranging from the treatises written by some practitioners to the small flower demons sold by street vendors. He has read all the eclectic scripts in his eclectic storybook.

Among them, I focused on the chapter on snake essence.

Great harvest.

In general, it is two words, taboo.

Han Sui learned a very important point from the book, that human beings and demons are not of the same kind, and it is taboo to fall in love with demons.

And the most important point is that Ye Yuming is a snake spirit, and if the snake spirit talks to him, it is likely to suck his energy. To put it simply, if he sleeps with Ye Yuming, once or twice may be fine , The number of times is too many, I am afraid that his body will not be able to hold on.

Closing the book in his hand, this was really a big problem for Han Sui.

And after reading these, he became more and more certain that the reason Ye Yuming refused to be intimate with him now was mostly because of this.

Isn't that the reason why the little snake spirit has repeatedly said that she doesn't want to hurt him and can't hurt him?Besides this, can there be other reasons?

Han Sui's answer was of course no. He was sure that a certain little snake spirit had a deep-rooted love for him, so much that he couldn't extricate himself, so of course there would be no other reason.

After finding the cause, all that remains is the solution.

"Zhao An, have you found everyone?"

Zhao An lowered his head: "I found them, and they are arranged in the Town God's Temple twenty miles west of the city."

Han Sui frowned after hearing this: "Twenty miles away, is it too close?"

Zhao An hurriedly said again: "No matter how far it is, it will be beyond the boundaries of Shuzhou. It is not easy and inconvenient for the prince to meet them."

"Okay." Han Sui reluctantly nodded: "Now we'll meet for a while, let's see the situation."

When Han Sui was about to go out, he happened to meet Ye Yuming who had just returned from the outside with a freshly made pastry in his hand. Seeing that he looked like he was about to go out, he blurted out a question.

"Where are you going?"

Han Sui: "There is something wrong, don't run around these two days, stay in the mansion well, don't go anywhere."

He is not around, and there are monks and priests twenty miles away. If people notice his existence, it will be very troublesome.

After Han Sui finished speaking, he was still not at ease, and called two personal guards: "Take care of the son, and don't allow him to leave the house. If there is something wrong, I will blame you!"

As soon as Han Sui finished speaking, Ye Yuming's face immediately became ugly.

He snorted: "Why don't you let me go out again? May I ask His Royal Highness Prince Jing, what happened to me this time? Are you being reasonable?"

Han Sui didn't have the time to talk nonsense to him, and he always replied with three points of perfunctory: "You are obedient, I have something important to deal with, wait for me when I come back."

Ye Yuming: "Hehe."

He didn't allow Ye Yuming to go out when he had important matters to deal with. What kind of reasoning is this? !

Fortunately, he was still thinking about Han Sui's two days.

Suppressing his temper, there is no way to continue like this, and he went to buy the pastry from the newly opened pastry shop. He went there early in the morning, and he almost ran back all the way to make Han Then eat a fresh one.

The results of it?Hehe, to put him in confinement again, really let the dog eat his conscience!

The pastry in his hand was thrown towards Han Sui's back. He used a lot of strength to smash it towards Han Sui's head, but King Jing was surrounded by masters, so Zhao An jumped up and caught it firmly.

Han Sui turned his face to look, then looked at the things in Zhao An's hands, and said with a helpless tone, "Why are you so angry?"

"Having a temper?" Ye Yuming smiled: "I don't dare to lose my temper. No, the prince is going out. I'm worried that you won't have time to eat. I specially prepared dry food for you. Take it on the road."

With a strange tone of voice and cold eyes looking at Han Sui.

Obviously that expression is not happy, just making trouble.

However, Han Sui glanced at the packaging on the pastry, and it was indeed the newly opened shop.

It was that time that Ye Yuming sneaked out to eat by himself, without bringing the cakes he hadn't brought for him.

This is what Xiao Shejing went to buy for him. He didn't have time to eat cakes with Xiao Shejing, so of course Ye Yuming was not happy.

Thinking of this, Han Sui strode back, hugged Ye Yuming into his arms, and kissed him hard.

"wait me back."

Ye Yuming:? ? ?Is it crazy?Let's just say that Han Sui is a psychopath!

The Town God's Temple, twenty miles west of the city, is a bit dilapidated and desolate, and the incense sticks don't look very good at first sight. There are three people in the Town God's Temple, one is dressed in cassock and holds a Buddhist bead in his hand, the other is dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a dust whisk in his hand. One was dressed cleanly and looked like a scholar, holding a banner in his hand with fortune-telling and testing characters written on it.

When Han Sui arrived, the three of them were entrenched in a corner of the Town God's Temple, and no one paid attention to the other, and each was safe.

He concealed his identity when he approached these people, and now he only came to ask a few questions as the son of everyone.

However, among these people who have been walking outside all year round, which one without two brushes dares to come out to fool people?

As soon as Han Sui came in, these people took a look at him and knew that he was either rich or noble. He was a fat sheep, but he had to observe whether he could be slaughtered or not.

Zhao An stayed outside, and Han Sui talked with these people.

Prince Jing is not a fool either, of course it is impossible to say such absurd things as his little lover is a snake spirit, he only said that he is very curious about the matter of cultivating Taoism and killing demons, and would like to ask you a thing or two.

But having said that, the natural meaning in the ears of these people is different.

"Young master, is your house restless?" The great monk asked first.

Han Sui was stunned for a moment, but before he could think of what to say, the Taoist immediately followed him: "The poor Taoist has a magic weapon, which can drive away evil spirits and keep the house safe."

The monk immediately refused to be outdone: "The poor monk can do things for the young master, to drive away evil spirits and avoid evil spirits."

The only one who was a bit late was the fortune-teller, because he was a step too late to keep up, and he didn't know those magic things, and he didn't have any powerful magic tools to kill demons and demons, so he could only watch the two people arguing Who is more powerful, who can better solve the "unclean" encountered by this young man.

Han Sui felt something was wrong when he heard it. He just wanted to gain some experience and solve the "taboo" problem with the little snake spirit. Hearing what they meant, it seemed that he wanted to give the little snake spirit to his bones. Like ashes?

His face became more and more gloomy, and Han Sui was already impatient. Not only was he impatient, but he also thought about how to deal with these people, lest one day, they would harm the little snake spirit!

The monk and the Taoist were still arguing, but the fortune-teller accidentally saw Han Sui's face, holding the hanging banner and turning his eyes, vaguely seemed to notice something different.

He has been walking in the rivers and lakes all year round, has seen everything, and has more eyes than those two people. When he saw this situation, he simply shut up and even took the initiative to stay away from those two people. I want to distance myself to show that I am definitely not in the same position as them.

At last the dispute could not be reconciled, and the monks and Taoist priests looked at each other

The thread shifted to Han Sui: "I don't know what you think, my lord?"

"How about what?" Han Sui was faintly impatient.

The monk said: "Young Master, you think it's better for the poor to do things, or..."

"It's better to subdue demons with the magic weapon of Pindao..."

"Hmph, the ability to deceive people with demonic words is not small!" Han Sui's expression turned cold.

"My lord, I have something to say, which must be able to solve the confusion in my lord's heart."

It was only then that Han Sui noticed that the person who had already stood beside him was wearing a long gown and holding a hanging banner. He looked like the kind of person who was cheating.

I don't know how Zhao An did the errand, how did he find such a person? !

However, this fortune teller seems to have not spoken since just now, and has been only listening to the arguments of monks and Taoists, and has not expressed his own opinions.

"Say."

If it's still the same thing, Han Sui doesn't guarantee that he won't do something if he wants to subdue the little snake spirit!

Those who deceive the public with false rumors should be brought to justice, how can they be allowed to go out to confuse and fool innocent people!

"This, you can only listen to the lecture with the young master."

The mystery of divination: "The two masters are not allowed to listen."

The monk and the Taoist snorted, and they both said that he was all heretics, unofficial and unofficial, and there would be future troubles. I hope Han Sui can be vigilant.

The fortune-teller smiled and said, "There is no need for the two masters to do this. They have different ways and do not conspire with each other. Young master, my way is in line with the young master's wishes. Please hear it before making a decision."

With that determined tone and calm attitude, Han Sui nodded.

In the dilapidated Town God's Temple, the fortune-teller put aside his hanging streamer and asked Han Sui a very important question.

"Young master, are you sincere?"

Han Sui looked at him without answering the question.

The fortune-teller said again: "Young Master, please face this problem calmly. If it's just for fun, it doesn't have to be like this. There are thousands of wonderful people in the world, so why bother to stick to people who are not my race? With that person, with Young Master There is no difference, it is better to let go as soon as possible."

Han Sui's face became even uglier.

The fortune-teller, who was very knowledgeable about current affairs, immediately changed his tone: "Since the prince is sincere, then I will naturally know everything and say everything."

This still looks a little bit, Han Sui asked in a deep voice, "Why doesn't he want to be with me?"

"Which one is together?" The fortune-teller asked hesitantly, "But which one is together?"

Han Sui had an awkward look on his face, but he still nodded his head: "Yes, Ben, he was the one who took the initiative first. After I agreed, he refused to agree. He insisted that he did it on purpose before, and even said it was for me. Like, don't want me to be hurt, I want to know what hurts?"

Unlike the previous monks and Taoists, this fortune teller is a little more shrewd.

From the time this son came in, he knew that this was not an ordinary person, not to mention rich or noble, and definitely not an ordinary person with a small fortune and a small fortune, he must be a very wealthy person.

At first, he also thought that it might be something like the restlessness of the house, but after hearing about the situation and looking at the young man's face, he figured out something different.

There have long been legends in folk tales that this wealthy family likes to play with rare things, such as flower demons and fox demons, which are not rare. He is a fortune teller on the street, and of course he knows a lot about these anecdotes.

With a little speculation, it is possible to guess that this son is probably a little fairy like a flower demon or a fox demon.

Although this matter sounds weird, everyone has only heard about ghosts and goblins, and read the scriptures, not to mention him, just the monk, who has really seen it?

But there are all kinds of wonders in the great world, so it's not surprising if you don't see strange things.

"This, it's hard to say."

The fortune-teller wanted to make a fool of himself, but when he saw this person, his face immediately changed, and he quickly took out an old book from his rag bag, and quickly opened it to Han Sui to read: "This is left by the teacher." The relic is said to have been made by a master of Taoism, my son, please take a look here."

The fortune-teller pointed to a place in the book, the handwriting was so blurred that he couldn't see clearly, he was also very self-aware.

Ming immediately took the initiative to tell Han Sui: "It is written here that the demons are different from humans. They absorb the essence of heaven and earth, while humans eat whole grains. Their qi is different. If they want to combine, they will damage qi."

"Damn?" Han Sui frowned: "His, mine?"

"Nature is human." The fortune teller closed the book, looked at Han Sui and said bluntly: "Humans eat whole grains, and what they drink is the essence of heaven and earth. How can this be compared? If it is done in a human body, I'm afraid it won't make you happy." They are satisfied, but at the same time they hurt people's spirit."

"What the hell is this gas?"

"Naturally," the fortune-teller pretended to be serious, "it's the essence of a person."

Han Sui: ...I know it's not that serious.

"Then what should we do?"

This is what he should care about, how to solve the current predicament, how to shorten the distance with Ye Yuming.

"Well, actually it's not possible. I have a prescription here. You take it and brew it into medicinal wine. Take it every day, with a cycle of seven days. After taking it for a cycle, you can have intercourse to replenish qi." Tear off a page from the book and show it to Han Sui: "They are all great tonic medicinal materials. You are not short of money. Remember not to be perfunctory. The medicinal materials can be taken after soaking for seven days. The longer the soaking time, the greater the effect of tonic." The better it is, after soaking for a year, you can take it once every seven days."

Han Sui opened it and looked at the medicinal materials on it. What he saw were deer penis, velvet antler, epimedium, ginseng, wolfberry, etc. Just by looking at it, he knew how nourishing these things were.

Han Sui swept his eyes and saw a key thing.

"Snake? Make wine with a snake?"

"This is a good thing." The fortune teller immediately lowered his voice: "Snakes are sexually promiscuous, this stuff is good for aphrodisiac, and it is useful for making wine!"

The reasoning sounds right, but if he soaked the snake in wine and let the little snake spirit know, Han Sui hesitated for a moment. Was it a bit too much for him to do so?

"Why don't you use this?"

"The efficacy of the medicine will decrease." The fortune-teller is very sure: "If the contents of this prescription are reduced by the same amount, the efficacy will be greatly reduced. If it is used by ordinary men, of course it doesn't matter how much the flavor is reduced, but the situation of young master is really special. , it’s better not to take that risk.”

Han Sui: "Come on."

So Han Sui spent a lot of money to buy a prescription for nourishing yang and went back. He personally supervised the preparation of the medicinal materials and made wine, and then took Zhao An back to the palace.

After running this day, Zhao An was directly troubled.

He didn't know what the lord was doing. After he came out of the Town God's Temple, he immediately went to the pharmacy to collect a few medicines. Zhao An saw that there was something wrong with the medicine.

Why is it still aphrodisiac?Could it be that there is something wrong with the prince?The quarrel with Mr. Ye is also because of the disharmony?

This guess really surprised Zhao An. Knowing such a big secret, he felt a chill on his neck.

When Han Sui came back, Ye Yuming was basking in the sun bored, he was so bored, he could play with Han Sui before, but now Han Sui doesn’t play with him, Ye Ya wants to study, her whole life has become empty, The time became so hot and long that he read a book of stories three times, but Han Sui didn't come back.

Leaning on the soft pillow, crossing his legs and looking at the sunset, Ye Yuming lay on his arm in a daze.

He was bored, very bored.

Why didn't I feel this way before?

Although there is no computer, Internet access, and takeaway, Ye Yuming just complained before, and he never felt bored, but now he feels very bored, his heart seems to be full of weeds, and there is no point in doing anything.

As the setting sun moved a little bit, his sight shifted a little bit, and finally landed on the opposite study.

And those who finally came back from outside.

Han Sui is fine, no different from before he left, but what is that big jar Zhao An is holding?Wine jar?

The dog went out to drink by itself, and brought it back?Let him count the strands of hair here to play, and he is not allowed to go out?People do things!

Ye Yuming became angry all of a sudden.

Kicking off the chair, he strode toward the study.

"Han Sui

! "Ye Yuming moved very quickly. Han Sui just told Zhao An to put the wine jar away, but don't let Ye Yuming see it. Ye Yuming followed behind.

Zhao An had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately hid the jar behind his back. Ye Yuming didn't even bother to roll his eyes: "I see, what's the matter?"

"Let me ask you, when can I go out?"

Han Sui: "Come with me, anytime."

Ye Yuming sneered: "Why, is His Royal Highness King Jing condescending to be my bodyguard?"

"It's just that it's not very safe recently. I don't worry about you." Han Sui sighed helplessly: "You don't have to make trouble with me like this. I'll take you out to play tomorrow, okay?"

"Who cares about going out with you." Ye Yuming turned his face away after speaking, and turned his head to Zhao An after taking two steps: "Don't hide it, isn't it just a jar of wine, and I can steal your prince's? Look at your stingy look."

Zhao An: ...

Han Sui: ...

"That's medicine, don't touch it."

Originally, he didn't intend to talk so much with Ye Yuming, but Han Sui was still afraid that he would move around. After all, if Ye Yuming said what he said, and he was so obedient, could it still be Ye Yuming?

As soon as he heard that it was medicine, Ye Yuming took another look, then at Han Sui: "What's wrong with you?"

Looking at his face, it's quite normal. It doesn't look like he's sick. Could it be to make him angry?

Is this concerned about him?

Han Sui covered his lips and said in a slightly hoarse voice on purpose: "It's okay, the study is a bit cold, probably because I caught a cold at night."

Good guy, one sentence hit Ye Yuming's weakness.

It was Han Sui who slept in the study, but in fact Ye Yuming was the one who made trouble for no reason, and he knew that Han Sui wouldn't have come to sleep in the study if he hadn't made trouble.

Shu was cold and humid, and there was no air conditioner in this winter, so Han Sui came over with a quilt in his arms. It seemed that the temperature had cooled down a little last night. Ye Yuming looked at Han Sui again, feeling that his face was really not very good.

Her lips were a little pale, and her eyes were still blue. No matter how you looked at her, she looked sick.

Han Sui's face: Anyway, it's up to you to see whether it's good or not. As far as this face is concerned, it's whatever you think it is. I have nothing to do with my master.

"Then you, don't sleep in the study at night, go back to the bedroom and sleep."

There was a little smile hidden in the corner of Han Sui's mouth, he covered his lips and coughed twice deliberately: "Forget it, I won't let you sleep in the study."

Ye Yuming: ...

Why do you feel like you've been tricked?

It doesn't matter if it's a real routine or a fake one, anyway, His Highness Prince Jing used a medicinal wine jar to return to the bedroom and sleep back on the big bed that Ye Yuming personally customized.

When he was sleeping at night, he even patted Ye Yuming's pillow, thinking that his birthday gift was hidden inside, and smiled contentedly.

He was content, but Ye Yuming was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep well.

As soon as I turned my face, I saw Han Sui lying beside him. That feeling was very strange. I couldn't explain it. I really wanted to hide a deer in my heart, jumping non-stop, and even closing my eyes would disturb him.

In short, it is very noisy.

Han Sui kept his word, and when he said he would take Ye Yuming out for a walk, he really took him out for a walk. In fact, he was not worried, but Han Sui always felt unsafe with the few monks and Taoists he had found before.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of the eventuality, and he is more afraid of the eventuality, so he must take Ye Yuming with him and protect people under his wings.

Sometimes it's like this, it's just what it's afraid of.

Han Sui was afraid that Ye Yuming would meet the monster catcher, and the monster catcher really appeared.

It was the monk he asked Zhao An to find before.

"Han Sui, look at this, isn't it fun?" Ye Yuming was looking at the little lanterns: "Shall we buy some for the New Year?"

He got angry with Han Sui, and it came and went quickly. After Han Sui went back to sleep with the medicine jar in his arms, Ye Yuming cleared up his anger in the morning.

And Han Sui took him out to play.

Today is the half-monthly market

, which was also the largest market a year ago, Ye Yuming came out to join in the excitement, of course he was very excited.

Where do you remember the conflict?

At the moment, he is happily pulling Han Sui to prepare for the new year's shopping.

As a result, Han Sui pinched his wrist: "Let's go back."

"Go back for what?" Ye Yuming didn't quite understand: "You just came out, why did you go back? Hey, don't pull me!"

Almost staggered by being pulled, Han Sui put his arms around Ye Yuming's waist, trying to squeeze through the crowd, but there were still quite a lot of people in the market, seeing the two people getting closer, Han Sui's face became colder and colder.

Ye Yuming also noticed something, hid in Han Sui's arms, and asked softly, "Is there an assassin?"

Han Sui let out a "huh".

Ye Yuming took a deep breath: "Those two people?"

His powers of observation were relatively keen, so he naturally noticed where Han Sui's gaze was. Those two people, a monk and a Taoist priest, were they still some kind of masters?

Will it fail?

"Did you bring someone out?"

Ye Yuming asked in a low voice, and shrank into Han Sui's arms.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let them hurt you!"

Ye Yuming: Me again?What crime did I do? Why do assassins always want to kill me?