Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

Seeing Mo Yan's refusal to answer, Fu Yuan didn't continue to ask, but waited quietly by his side until the warm winter sun was slightly obscured by the clouds in the west, and when the sky was about to darken, he said: "Xu time is already Come on, Mr. Mo wants to go to the gate of the mansion with me to wait for His Highness to return?"

Hearing this, Mo Yan put down his pen and ink, picked up the calligraphy and painting that had been dried on the table, and handed them to the servants waiting at the side, "Find a paper tube and put it away, and I will take it away at that time."

"Yes, Young Master Mo."

Mo Yan raised his head slightly, and then said to Fu Yuan, "Let's go."

Standing outside for most of the day, Fu Yuan held the stove in his hand and stood at the entrance of the mansion. Snowflakes fell from the sky at some point, and the stars hung on Qianyuan's slender eyelashes, adding a touch of crystal clearness.

Feeling the icy cold, Fu Yuan stretched out his hand in surprise, his hand was wet and cold, it was snowing, everyone said that Beiyuan rarely snowed, thought that he might not see it, never thought that today would be good luck .

Seeing Fu Yuan stretch out his hand like a child to catch the falling little white flower that day, his palm flushed from the cold and not caring, Mo Yan frowned, wondering why this person was as childish as the little Kunze in his boudoir.

Not long after, the sound of trampling horseshoes approached from far away, and with a soft shout from the coachman, the carriage stopped. As soon as Yan Rongzhen's feet landed on the ground, he saw a figure rushing towards him.

There was a smile in Yan Rongzhen's eyes, as if the ice had dissipated on his originally solemn face, a bit of warmth appeared in an instant, he opened his arms and held Qian Yuan tightly in his arms, "It's rare that Yuan'er is so happy today."

"Look, Your Highness, it's snowing." Fu Yuan pointed to the sky, and exhaled a breath of white air in Yan Rongzhen's arms.

Yan Rongzhen naturally felt it too. Touching Fu Yuan's cold hands, he frowned and said angrily, "Why don't you hold the stove?" Then he sighed, hugged the man and walked towards the mansion, raised his eyes and saw nothing. Only then did he realize that he had neglected his friends.

"Brother Mo, I'm sorry, I just saw you now."

Mo Yan just pretended that he couldn't see the two people in front of him looking like no one else, and said softly: "It's okay, it's freezing cold, let's go in and talk about it."

"En." Yan Rongzhen nodded, and was about to walk to the mansion, but found that Qian Yuan beside him did not walk with him, and asked in confusion: "Yuan'er? What's wrong?"

Fu Yuan grabbed Yan Rongzhen's sleeve and said coquettishly, "I'm tired."

Mo Yan's complexion darkened when he heard that, but when he was standing at the door drinking a cup of tea, he was ashamed to say that he was tired. This Fu Yuan was asking too much, but unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince didn't show any impatience on his face, only angry He said, "Why are you so delicate today?" After finishing speaking, a pair of long arms stretched across Fu Yuan's legs, and hugged him by the waist.

Mo Yan didn't hide the surprise in his eyes, and said hesitantly, "Your Highness, you...are not in compliance with the rules."

"This king is the rule." After speaking, Yan Rongzhen walked in front without turning his head. Fu Yuan put his arms around Kun Ze's neck, put his head on his shoulders, and looked at Mo Yan with a pair of bright eyes smiling.

In Mo Yan's mind, it's not an exaggeration to say that such an appearance was a naked provocation, he wished he could bite his silver teeth, and looked angrily as if he was going to bite Fu Yuan raw.

On the third day after Mo Yan came to the mansion, he proposed to play the piano in the pavilion, and Fu Yuan was his companion as promised.

In the Guanyu Pavilion, Mo Yan's subordinates played an unknown piece of music recklessly. A pair of long jade fingers danced on the strings like elves. Qingjun, with downcast eyes revealing determination, a pair of thin lips slightly pursed, seeming to have a look of worry, he really looks like a son of a noble family.

As expected of someone who has been the leader, Fu Yuan thought, but his mind recalled yesterday, when he was deliberately sticky with His Highness in front of Mo Yan, even Yan Rongzhen was surprised, thinking he was looking at something rare Secret treasure, I want to ask for it.

In addition, Mo Yan's expression made him more sure of what he was thinking.

"Why, can I have flowers on my face?" After the song was over, Mo Yan said without raising his head, his tone made it difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

"Flowers are vulgar things, but Mr. Mo is not a vulgar person. To say you have flowers on your face is to tarnish you." Fu Yuan replied.

"Hmph." Mo Yan snorted coldly, "You should tell His Highness your sweet words, after all, you only have this one strength."

"But isn't that enough?" The sour smell in the air seemed to be overflowing, Fu Yuan laughed, "Does Mr. Mo have any doubts about my strengths?"

"You!" Mo Yan was choked and caught off guard. He didn't expect Fu Yuan to have such a thick skin. He knew that he was mocking him, but he was lucky. Not only did he admit it, but he also recognized it with confidence, wishing to let it go like an honor. to the face.

"Mr. Mo likes Your Highness." Fu Yuan said bluntly.

Hearing this, Mo Yan turned his head to meet Fu Yuan's calm eyes, and admitted without hesitation, "So what."

Fu Yuan smiled viciously, he found that teasers who are as successful as Mo Yan, who are arrogant and despised are very interesting.Said: "It's true that there is nothing to do, after all, His Highness doesn't like Mr. Mo." The implication is that Yan Rongzhen likes him more than Mo Yan.

Sure enough, Mo Yan's complexion became darker, he found that Fu Yuan would provoke his anger, this Qian Yuan was as cunning as a fox under his obedient face, but Yan Rongzhen was so fond of him, it was really hateful.

"He likes well-behaved and obedient ones." Fu Yuan took another look at Mo Yan with a proud look.

Mo Yan couldn't bear it anymore, "Enough is enough, as a Qianyuan, the appearance of competing for favor is probably even worse than that of the Holy Majesty's harem, you really don't know how to write the word shame?"

Although he was scolding Fu Yuan, when he said these words, he felt that he was so ridiculous. He already knew whether he had a place in Yan Rongzhen's heart, so why was he in front of a male favorite now? Bring shame on yourself.

"Mr. Mo and His Highness have known each other for several years. If he could let go of his dignity back then, I'm afraid Fu Yuan has nothing to do with him now."

As soon as Fu Yuan's words came out, Mo Yan felt a shock in his heart. It was true that he couldn't let go of his figure, but he also felt that he was not worthy of such an extraordinary highness. He came and went, and persuaded himself to just be friends.

But the appearance of Fu Yuan broke his self-deception, and by the time he understood his intentions, there was no chance.

Once Kunze entrusts himself to the chosen Qianyuan, his nature will make them inseparable from the person with whom he has spent the trust period for the rest of his life.

When Yan Rongzhen picked up Fu Yuan yesterday, the fragrance of pine flowers wafted from his body, which was formed by the combination of the two of them's letter fragrances, and he knew that it was too late.