Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

"It's been cold recently, my son's body is just right, don't provoke the wind and cold again."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yuan felt a warm feeling coming from his body. It turned out that the little maid in the mansion was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he covered himself with a cloak. The collar was made of snow fox fur , forming a semicircle. The fur of this fox is bright and soft. Once put on, the neck feels very warm. It is an exquisitely made and rare good thing. It is said that it was rewarded by Yan Rongzhen after the hunting meeting. for him.

But when Fu Yuan looked sideways, he saw the snow fox with its eyes tightly closed, as if it was sleeping on its own neck, but dead things were dead after all, no matter how lifelike it looked, he still felt uncomfortable, so he went to Take it down.

"My lord..." The maid looked worried, but murmured, for fear of being scolded by Fu Yuan.

"This fox fur is too warm, let's talk about it when the weather gets colder." Fu Yuan softly refused, and said again: "What's your name?"

"My lord, this servant's name is Xiaoqiu, and she is one of your personal maidservants."

"Okay, I'll remember." Fu Yuan nodded, during his stay in the palace, he had almost figured out the world.

The dynasty he lived in was called Beiyuan, and his current identity was the male favorite of Yan Rongzhen, the ninth prince of Beiyuan. Strange to say, the structure of this world was different from what he was familiar with.

People in this world are divided into three genders regardless of gender, namely Qianyuan, Zhongyong, and Kunze. Qianyuan is inherently superior in talent and force. Among the middle and lower classes, Kunze is considered to be the weakest, so most of the most protected group of people will find a Qianyuan or a middle-aged man to marry after they are old enough, and among these three genders, Only Kunze has reproductive organs, carrying the burden of reproduction.

Accepting this new world structure is not difficult, but to Fu Yuan's surprise, the owner of his body is Qian Yuan, while Yan Rongzhen is Kun Ze, and he, Qian Yuan, has become Kun Ze's male favourite.

This contrast is not only strange to him, even the people in Beiyuan, when talking about the Ninth Prince, mostly revolve around the matter of him raising male pets.

While secretly thinking that the Ninth Prince is Kunze, he has a bad temper, and he has no sense of shame. The Ninth Prince favored him so much, he did not hesitate to never marry, but also stayed in Beiyuan to be with him.

Whether Yan Rongzhen really loves him as he said outside, Fu Yuan is not clear yet, but after this period of time, his care and concern for him does not seem to be fake, and he responds to every request, it seems that love is terrible Fu Yuan was not only willing to commit himself to him, but also what he asked for.

While thinking, Fu Yuan reached out to take the bird food handed over by the attendant, and then fed the birds in the courtyard himself.

Yan Rongzhen seems to be extremely busy these days, often returning home in a hurry after late at night, at most he just leaned over to kiss him when he came back, and fell asleep while lying next to him, the two of them would never be too intimate move.

This made Fu Yuan heave a sigh of relief. Regardless of the relationship between Fu Yuan and Yan Rongzhen in the past, he and Yan Rongzhen are just strangers who have just met. If Yan Rongzhen really asks him for sex, then he will really I don't know what to do, after all, he doesn't understand the world well enough now, and he still needs to rely on Yan Rongzhen.

If he refuses to make him angry, maybe his life will be lost.

The sunlight in late autumn was not dazzling. Fu Yuan tiptoed slightly and found a branch to tease the bird hanging in the cage. But before he could slowly enjoy such a pleasant time, he heard a sentence: , "Master Fu, His Royal Highness has sent an oral order, ordering you to gather in Xieyang Tower."

Fu Yuan was taken aback, this was the first time Yan Rongzhen had asked him to go out in a long time, he thought that he was like a bird in this cage and couldn't easily get out of the house.

In this way, it happened to go to see the scenery outside.

Hearing that he was going to meet Yan Rongzhen's friend this time, Fu Yuan knew he couldn't lose face, so he changed into a colorful long gown, with snow-white velvet around his neck, and took a trace of it with him. Warm, the silk belt with complicated and dark patterns was tied around his waist, outlining Fu Yuan's not-so-thin figure, and embellished with the green luan jade pendant.

The maid pulled up Fu Yuan's black hair, half of it was fixed on the head with a white jade crown, and the other half was simply combed straight, letting it hang behind his head. Fu Yuan looked at the familiar face in the bronze mirror, but it was no longer familiar. Dressing up, she politely declined the maid's action of thrushing her eyebrows.

In ancient times, there was a saying that women should be tolerated by those who please themselves, but now, he also wants to be tolerated by Yan Rongzhen, he is really not used to it.

"That's it." Fu Yuan stood up, expressing that he was dressed well enough, since he is Qian Yuan, it's better to be more casual.

"Let's go." Fu Yuan said softly, the servant girl Xiaoqiu raised her eyes and stared blankly. In the past, Mr. Fu would always decorate his face more, first put cinnabar on his forehead, and then attach light gauze to his face , and finally smoked a special spice on her body before she could go out. She was even more particular than the noble Kun Ze in the capital. She was surprised by such a sudden change.

But Mr. Fu, who had a plain face, showed some of the handsome look that should have belonged to Qian Yuan. Obviously, this look was more suitable for him.

"Your Highness, why is your spoiled Qian Yuan so dawdling? It's almost dinner time and you still haven't come." Prince Yun's only son, Qi Yuan, put his arm around a thinly dressed Kun Ze, and teased him from time to time. During the conversation, she restlessly put her hand into Kun Ze's clothes, causing a few coquettish laughs.

Yan Rongzhen was already familiar with this scene, and as Kunze, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He rode horses and hunted with other imperial brothers since he was a child. What Qianyuan can do, he can do the same. Because of this completely different personality from ordinary Kunze, the nobles in the royal family who are similar to him in age are no longer surprised, and even ignore that Yan Rongzhen is Kunze, and treat him as Qianyuan.

Yan Rongzhen's slender fingertips stroked the delicate lines on the wine glass, and he replied silently, "Yuan'er likes to dress up very much, so it's normal to delay."

"What's so good about this Fu Yuan? When I think that he is obviously a Qianyuan, but he is as pretentious as Kunze, I feel sick." The little prince Nan Fenghao sitting on the left looked at the old god who was waiting. Fu Yuan's Yan Rongzhen couldn't help but say something, and then felt Yan Rongzhen's cold eyes like ice skates cast over him.

"Aren't I also a Kunze who doesn't look like Kunze?" He asked back, his flat tone made people unable to guess the joy or anger, but it immediately made everyone present break into a cold sweat, and Qi Yuan hurriedly gave Nan Fenghao a look , to signal him to say something quickly.

"Cousin, I didn't mean that." Nan Fenghao hurriedly changed his words, and he poured a glass of dirty wine, "Who in the imperial city doesn't know that my cousin is as capable as Qian Yuan, my cousin punishes himself with a glass, please forgive me .”

"Yeah, yeah, brother Hao is always quick-spoken, but he didn't actually mean that." The eighth prince, Yan Juechu, had the best relationship with Nan Fenghao, and was busy pleading for him.

"Hmph." Yan Rongzhen snorted coldly, but raised his cup, which was regarded as a response to Nan Fenghao.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry everyone, I'm late."

Unlike Yan Rongzhen's deep voice, Fu Yuan's voice was clear and continuous, like a cat's fleshy paw stepped on the ground, making a muffled sound, which could attract the attention of everyone present without being annoying.

Everyone looked up, and saw that Fu Yuan was not dressed like before. He was wearing a gorgeous blue robe, and as the hood on his head was removed, his handsome face without a veil was fully revealed, and his fair complexion was lightly exposed. Against the backdrop of the velvet collar, he looks even more noble, like a man who is not out of the world, no one would think that he is a man who is dependent on others.

Seeing his brothers and friends staring at Fu Yuan in a daze, Yan Rongzhen felt a bit of displeasure in his heart, and said lightly, "Yuaner, come here."

"Yes." Fu Yuan nodded obediently, and walked to Yan Rongzhen's side.

Unexpectedly, Yan Rongzhen pulled his hand, Fu Yuan lost his balance, and immediately fell into his warm embrace.

A glass of turbid wine poured into his throat, and Yan Rongzhen wrapped one hand around Fu Yuan's waist, rubbing it from time to time, showing his intimacy and possession of Fu Yuan in front of others without hesitation.

How could Yan Yichu not know that his younger brother was dissatisfied with someone staring at Fu Yuan, so he withdrew his gaze, changed the subject and said, "Since everyone is here, the long-awaited show behind the stage can be presented to everyone. gone."

These words were attractive, Qi Yuan didn't even want to hug the charming Kunze in his arms, and said anxiously: "You are so mysterious, what the hell is it?"

"You'll find out later." Yan Jue clapped her hands together, and with the sound of music, two rows of masked dancers stepped out from behind, different from ordinary dancers. This group of dancers all have big eyes and thick eyebrows. Although only half of their faces are exposed, they can be recognized at a glance. They are not from Beiyuan.

And as the rhythm of the drums sounded, the dancers pulled away their fingers and threw off the veil covering their bodies, revealing graceful curves, and their graceful dancing postures were extremely bold and flamboyant.

Nan Fenghao's eyes were straightened, he couldn't help clapping his hands, and shouted: "Okay, cousin, this show is wonderful. On weekdays, I was caught by my father to read the Four Books and Five Classics, and I was asked about it from time to time. I'm so annoyed by the court's opinion, this is just in time."

After hearing this, Yan Juechu couldn't help laughing, and said, "If you like it, just pick one. They are all my brothers, so you don't have to be polite."

Hearing this, Nan Fenghao's face became more cheerful, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you, cousin!"

Amidst the music and dancing, Fu Yuan was not very interested in it. He was tearing a citrus in his hand. The skin was thick, and the emerald green juice stained his palm. He ignored it and stuffed the orange pulp into his mouth.

Yan Rongzhen, who seemed to be paying attention to the stage, but actually looked at Fu Yuan from the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows calmly. He thought that Fu Yuan was interested in the program because he was also Qian Yuan, but unexpectedly But this man was eating in a muffled voice, and he was so presumptuous that he actually put all of it in his mouth, without asking him what he meant at all.

"Yuan'er, is this citrus tribute from Dongyue sweet?" He whispered in Qianyuan's ear, the warm breath made Fu Yuan's ears turn red, and he hid slightly, saying: "Well, it's quite sweet. "

Yan Rongzhen paused for a moment. If others had heard this, they would have presented the things in their hands in a panic. Why is it like Fu Yuan, as if he didn't notice it? Is it really stupid, or...

But Yan Rongzhen was not annoyed either. In the past few months, he had gotten used to pampering Fu Yuan, so he could only say more bluntly, "Does this king know the taste of the oranges that Yuan'er broke with his own hands?"

"?" Fu Yuan thought for a couple of seconds, then finally came back to his senses, secretly thought that something was wrong, Jin||Lord only drank a few cups of dirty wine, but he started to eat, "Damn, of course." Fu Yuan was a little belatedly panicked, raised the citrus in his hand, and was about to stuff it into Yan Rongzhen's mouth, but he didn't think that this would be the last petal, and he even bitten half of it.

Qi Yuan noticed this move, and thought to himself that Fu Yuan didn't want his life, and gave Yan Rongzhen what he had eaten, but he didn't mean to save him, but rather took pleasure in other's misfortune, thinking that seeing Fu Yuan made a mistake, it was better to see Fu Yuan It's much more fun to dance with a dancer.

After all, Yan Rongzhen has favored Fu Yuan for several months, not only him, but Nan Fenghao and others are also watching when this willful Ninth Prince will get tired of thinking, like a normal Kun Ze, choose a good man Married, after all, he is the most beloved Kun Ze under Emperor Yan's knees, even if he is not perfect, he is still precious.

As for the clinker, Yan Rongzhen put the half piece of citrus into his mouth with a normal expression, and said in a good mood: "Yuan'er did not lie to the king, this citrus is very sweet."

Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment, and he felt that Yan Rongzhen was bewitched or bewitched, and he was so confused by Qian Yuan, who had no background and no appearance.