Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

As soon as Fu Yuan came back, Mo Yan closed his mouth and just ate the pastry by himself. Fu Yuan gave him a strange look, and then put his eyes on Yan Rongzhen's face. ask.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the moon feast was over.

Because Mo Yan left very early, Fu Yuan knew that tonight was the last time we saw each other. This time, we will see each other again.

Seeing Fu Yuan muttering at the corner of his mouth, he seemed to hesitate to speak, Mo Yan ignored Yan Rongzhen, and said with a teasing tone: "Why, Mr. Fu is reluctant to part with me?"

Fu Yuan shook his head, and said softly, "Mr. Mo, take care."

Mo Yan looked indifferent, and replied casually, "You too, Mr. Fu."

Yan Rongzhen took two steps forward, "Since Brother Mo chose to leave at dawn, I won't see you off."

"Of course, based on my friendship with His Highness, there is no need to be polite." Mo Yan bowed back.

In the middle of the night, the warm tent in the palace boudoir, the two people on the collapsed bed hugged each other and fell asleep. In the darkness, the person who had already fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes. Through the moonlight outside the window, Yan Rongzhen looked at Qian Yuan beside him. The profile of the face that looked soft in the light, he raised his hand, and his fingertips slid across the smooth and full forehead, and accidentally brushed the narrow and long eyelashes, bringing a little itchiness, Fu Yuan frowned head, as if to blame him for disturbing his dream.

A smile spread across Yan Rongzhen's lips, but stopped when his fingertips reached the sharp jaw.

"Nowadays the princes are all starting to show their talents, but His Highness's weakness is too obvious, it should not be."

Mo Yan's words resounded in his mind, Yan Rongzhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand resting on Qian Yuan's face slightly arched, facing Fu Yuan's fragile neck.

Although Yan Rongzhen is Kun Ze, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, while Fu Yuan, on the contrary, does not know a little martial arts. It is not an exaggeration to say that Fu Yuan is vulnerable in front of him.

At the banquet today, Mo Yan's words suddenly woke him up. He saw Fu Yuan and Mo Yan being intimate in the pavilion before, and he was uncontrollably angry, even though he knew in his heart that the two were in the same relationship. For Qianyuan, he made a big fuss, but Yan Rongzhen just felt uncomfortable all over, and the things in his hands could not be easily touched by others, even Mo Yan.

After the anger dissipated, Yan Rongzhen felt a bit startled after realizing that Fu Yuan was already so important in his heart that he would transfer his anger to his long-time friend.

In his heart, Fu Yuan is just a tool to win over Xing Tianyi and the best candidate to help him spend his trust period, other than that, he has no value.

Now is the critical time, he must not allow things to go beyond his control.

While meditating, he felt softness on his hands. Yan Rongzhen looked up, maybe his eyes were too warm, but Fu Yuan had woken up from his sleep, like a docile cat, rubbing against his cheeks. With palms in his hands, his tone was a bit lazy, and he said softly: "Your Highness, it's so late, why are you still awake?"

Seeing that Yan Rongzhen didn't answer, he stood up slightly, stretched his arms and hugged Kun Ze into his arms, "Did Your Highness have a nightmare? Those are all illusions, illusions, Your Highness don't need to panic."

"Is this king going to panic?" A disdainful muffled laugh came from his arms, only to hear Yan Rongzhen say: "When this king was 14 years old, Huaichuan was plundered by exiles from border countries, and he asked for help from Beiyuan." , this king traveled dozens of miles a day with the emperor's brother, led troops to suppress the mob, and those people saw that this king was Kun Ze, they didn't take this king seriously, and even made provocative words."

Fu Yuan listened, and then asked: "And then?"

"Anyone who speaks disrespectfully and disobeys the king will have their throats slit open to forgive their sins. Thousands of people a day, within ten days, Huaichuan has already returned to its former peace."

"Tell me, what is this king afraid of?"

A trace of complexity flashed across Fu Yuan's eyes, "Your Highness's prowess is unmatched by Fu Yuan."

"Really? But everyone in the world looks at this king with strange eyes. They think that I am Kunze, but I have done everything that Qianyuan has done. I am violent and brutal. This king, you have lost the face of the royal family."

Yan Rongzhen sneered, "Even Father, I feel that this king is too self-willed. He thinks that I am just temporarily unstable, so he allows me to stay under his knee."

Stretching out his hand to pinch Qianyuan's chin, Yan Rongzhen's phoenix eyes were sharp, and he asked: "What about you, Fu Yuan, do you think the same about me?"

At this time, the Ninth Prince's expression was indifferent, and the words he spit out were like sharp ice blades, cold to the bone, as if if the person in front of him uttered a wrong word, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

"Of course not." Fu Yuan held Kun Ze's hand on his chin, not feeling flustered, "Actually, there is another person His Highness said was treated differently by the world."

"Oh? Who?"

Fu Yuan replied: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

Yan Rongzhen was taken aback, and the strength in his hands could not help but loosen.

Fu Yuan touched his aching chin, and didn't realize that the man in front of him was still showing murderous intent towards him just now. Instead, he leaned himself on the man's chest as usual, "Since coming to His Highness's mansion, Fu Yuan also faces the criticism of the world from time to time. While they say that Fu Yuan is an upside-down Qianyuan who eats soft food, they laugh at my cowardice and stupidity, but at the same time they are also jealous of the honor and protection I have received. Good people, there are countless such people, why should Your Highness care?"

"Your Highness is undoubtedly the most special Kunze in the world. In Fu Yuan's view, it is the most ridiculous thing for people to underestimate a person's talent because of their gender."

As he spoke, Fu Yuan poked his head out of Yan Rongzhen's arms, met Shang Kunze's bottomless eyes, and said with a smile: "For the people of Beiyuan, His Majesty Yan Zhao is a wise king. The prosperous age was born, but this prosperous age is obviously not tolerant enough, His Highness is not the fault of this prosperous age, but this prosperous age should be changed for His Highness."

Hearing this, Yan Rongzhen's complexion changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Is what you said true?"

Fu Yuan swore on the spot, "If Fu Yuan lied even half a sentence, he deserved to leave the house and be cut off by the gangsters and die on the spot."

Yan Rongzhen frowned, and put his slender fingers on Qianyuan's lips, "I just have to believe you, such a vicious oath, don't talk nonsense."

Holding Kunze's two fingers, Fu Yuan put it on his teeth and bit it lightly, "Your Highness is a warrior who dares to be an enemy of thousands of people, and he is also Fu Yuan's fighter. Thanks to His Highness's love, Fu Yuan is today, thanks to kindness and love, probably Don't dare to forget."

Fu Yuan said frankly, he was not lying, nor was he thinking of some sweet words to trick Yan Rongzhen because he was afraid of death. In this ancient times with clear hierarchy, Yan Rongzhen was indeed a different kind, but it was what Fu Yuan yearned for. Alien, if he had to have a partner in this ancient world, Yan Rongzhen was his first choice compared to those delicate Kun Ze.