Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

Chapter 26 Mo Yan temporarily lives in the palace

The next day, Fu Yuan sent Yan Rongzhen out of the mansion as usual. Because he had to accompany the guests, Fu Yuan was lazy and didn't change into the long clothes he went out with. He only had an inner lining for sleeping and an extremely thick velvet jacket. Even when he had changed his clothes, he didn't know that the thick fleece at the neckline would be blown away by the cold wind, revealing his snow-white neck.

Yan Rongzhen stretched out his hand to tidy up for him, knowing that this man was lazy again, he didn't care about it, and said: "Okay, it's freezing cold, and you don't want to wear an extra coat, go back quickly. "

Fu Yuan smiled, and held Kun Ze's broad palm, "I'll go back when His Highness gets into the carriage."

"En." Yan Rongzhen turned around to leave, but was stopped by an extremely light force.

"Your Highness, did you forget something?" At this point, Fu Yuan leaned forward, pressed a kiss on Yan Rongzhen's side face, and said, "Okay, come down, Your Highness, Fu Yuan is waiting for you in the mansion." return."

However, Yan Rongzhen's eyes dimmed every time. The longer he spent with the person in front of him, the more he couldn't let go of him. Fu Yuan seemed well-behaved and restrained, but from time to time he did some incomprehensible things about Meng Lang. Just like this early morning kiss, in front of many servants, he didn't restrain himself at all, but he did it naturally, as if it was a very common thing.

Not to be outdone, Yan Rongzhen embraced Qianyuan's waist, and kissed back with some strength, which made Fu Yuan couldn't help reaching out and pinching his sleeves to resist, the two hugged each other, and after a while Only let go of each other.

And the attendants and subordinates who followed were already used to it, and the relationship between His Highness and Mr. Fu became more and more profound, and they had long been accustomed to kissing in public.

When Yan Rongzhen's carriage gradually drove away, Fu Yuan looked away and prepared to return to the mansion.

Turning around, he caught a glimpse of a sharp gaze. It turned out to be Mo Yan. Fu Yuan raised a slight smile and said, "Mr. Mo woke up so quickly. I only got up early when I sent His Highness to court. You You can sleep a little longer, you are welcome."

"Excuse me earlier, how can I see Mr. Fu seducing His Highness under the watchful eyes of everyone?"

Mo Yan said it bluntly, and he didn't want to hide it at all. The servants around him lowered their heads in shock, wishing they didn't hear anything.

Fu Yuan was also taken aback. Yesterday he realized that Mo Yan didn't like him, but he never thought that this person would openly dislike him. Instead of anger, he smiled, "Your Highness and I are husband and wife. Regardless of you and me, it is normal to be intimate, so how can it be called seduction?"

"Husband and wife?" Mo Yan said this word, as if gnashing his teeth, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's just a male favorite, but it's so bold to call yourself and Your Highness husband and wife."

These words really made Fu Yuan laugh. He walked up to Mo Yan, and because the two were about the same size, there was an inexplicable sense of tension, "Your Highness should know how brave I am. Young Master Mo, as the mansion As a guest, it’s better not to worry about my family affairs with Your Highness.”

Seeing Fu Yuan's easy-going appearance, Mo Yan could see his status in the mansion, and thought to himself that the rumors in the capital were true, and His Highness was really fascinated by the empty and pretty Qian Yuan.

He snorted coldly and said, "That's right, Mo Yan said too much. As the saying goes, the warm sun in winter is the most pleasant. I plan to sketch in the garden, and I hope Mr. Fu will accompany me."

"Of course, please."

As the leader of the previous session, Mo Yan relied on calligraphy and painting to win, and his skills are natural. I saw him standing in front of the table, spreading out the rice paper for painting, and looking at the lotus leaves in the pond, he had already caught them with just one glance. Knowing its characteristics, with a wave of pen and ink, the lotus leaves surrounded by pieces will appear vividly on the paper.

Fu Yuan watched from the side, but praised Mo Yan without hesitation, "Mr. Mo is good at painting."

"It's a pity that it's not the season of lotus, otherwise I can draw a picture of drunken lotus and compose a poem." Touching on his favorite things, Mo Yan also temporarily forgot his dislike for Fu Yuan, and said to himself.

"Mr. Mo can describe what he sees in front of him and what he thinks in his heart, and it is lifelike. Fu Yuan is envious." I am also very interested, but because I really don't have much talent, I haven't seen any success after studying for a long time, so I gave up.

Speaking of which, I am still a student of finance, and there is really nothing that can be sold in this ancient world, let alone a skill, Fu Yuan's eyes dimmed slightly.

Little did he know that although Mo Yan beside him had his eyes fixed on the ink painting under the pen tip, his attention was always on Fu Yuan. Looking as if lost, where did His Highness find Qian Yuan, he is really a strange person.

He couldn't help but said: "As long as you watch more and practice more, your painting skills will naturally improve."

Fu Yuan looked sideways. He didn't expect Mo Yan to comfort himself in turn. He thought he would be ridiculed by him, so he said with a smile: "The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting also need the blessing of talent, but Fu Yuan doesn't have it."

He spoke seriously, not out of self-effacing, Mo Yan's throat choked up, and a trace of annoyance floated in his chest, thinking whether he still wanted to comfort him himself, this Fu Yuan seemed mediocre, but his mouth was the most flattering, It's a pity that the Ninth Prince is not here.

Mo Yan pretended he didn't hear it, and the painting movements of his men became faster and faster.

"Speaking of which, when did you come to Yao'an Palace?" Mo Yan lowered his eyes, as if he was just asking casually.

This question came suddenly, Fu Yuan was silent for a long while, and he didn't answer why. He broke into this world rashly. Knowing that, I can only reply: "After falling off the horse last time, there are many things I can't remember. Forgive me for not being able to answer Mr. Mo's question."

"Then let me answer for you. In seven days, it will be half a year."

Fu Yuan was dumbfounded, "Master Mo understands so well, Fu Yuan is surprised."

learn?Mo Yan sneered in his heart, he had been with His Highness for five years, it can be said that His Highness had been by his side after Jiji, Yan Rongzhen's disposition and Qian Yuan's ambition were clear to him, facing this Compared with other people who are different from Kunze, his first reaction was not to avoid it, but to feel incomparable admiration for Yan Rongzhen's means and talents.

He, Mo Yan, has always loved making friends with strange people, and he and Yan Rongzhen have naturally become friends. He thinks, what kind of person should be the Qianyuan who can make him commit himself to such an extraordinary Kun Ze.

However, this character appeared, but it happened to be Fu Yuan, a stupid person with no background, no talent, not even a skill.

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