Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Fu Yuan called softly.

Yan Rongzhen came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Yuan laughed, "It's just that His Highness suddenly became dazed."

"It's nothing." Yan Rongzhen lowered his head and buried his face on Qianyuan's chest, so that people couldn't see his expression clearly for a moment. He replied lightly, "It's late at night, go to sleep."

"Okay, good night, Your Highness." Fu Yuanfu hugged the person in his arms tightly, and fell asleep again.

At this moment, the two are in the same bed with different dreams, but they are also inexplicably harmonious.

When Clinker woke up the next day, Fu Yuan hugged him habitually, but found nothing. He opened his sleepy eyes, and only vaguely saw the tall figure standing there through the bed curtain.

Yan Rongzhen didn't know when he got up, even the servants helped him put on his clothes, and it was time to go out.

Why did he wake up so early today? In the past, Yan Rongzhen would spend a while with him on the bed. Fu Yuan was a little surprised. Looking at Kun Ze who seemed not to be waiting for him, he opened his mouth and called, "Your Highness."

Yan Rongzhen turned his back to him, as if he had never heard of it.

Fu Yuan opened the curtain, stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the man's slender court dress sleeves, only then did he feel Yan Rongzhen's slight reaction, he opened his arms, "Your Highness, give me a hug."

However, the person in front of him paused for a moment, just glanced at him like a gift, and then walked away.

Fu Yuan had no choice but to speed up getting out of bed to wash up, so as not to be late to send Yan Rongzhen to court.

Putting on a simple thick jacket, although Fu Yuan didn't wear makeup, his foundation was very good, his black hair was like a waterfall, he looked like a lazy nobleman, but his expression was eager, and he didn't even have time to tie the belt inside In the morning, the maids surrounded Fu Yuan, lest he accidentally step on the belt hanging around his legs, and when they got to the front door, they saw that the Ninth Prince was about to get into the carriage.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of this man's hurried figure and his disheveled clothes, fearing how much cold wind would pour in through the loosened neckline, Yan Rongzhen felt irritated, turned around and shouted: "Your clothes are ragged and untidy, what are you doing?" Decent!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Rongzhen would drink him, Fu Yuan was stunned for a moment, Xiaoqiu, the maid who was close to him, understood immediately, and hurriedly stepped forward to dress Qian Yuan, but the Ninth Prince behind him saw the maid's pale fingertips touching Fu Yuan's. Lingering around the waist, the eyes dimmed a bit.

Today was not yet the time, Fu Yuan didn't want to understand where Yan Rongzhen got up early, he walked in front of him, and stretched out his hand to hug him.

However, this person took a step back and said coldly: "Don't touch me."

Fu Yuan's hand stopped in mid-air, and finally he could only let it down in discouragement. He felt that Yan Rongzhen was not in a good mood, but he really didn't want to understand the reason.

It's just that it's not good to delay too much on the way up, so Fu Yuan can only let go of the doubts in his heart, and lean forward as usual, begging for a kiss.

But Kunze didn't know what happened today, his heart was like a rock, and his face was slightly turned to one side, avoiding Fu Yuan's affection for him.

A trace of sadness flashed across Fu Yuan's eyes, and an ugly smile appeared on Fu Yuan's lips. He took two steps back, folded his hands together, bent over and saluted, and said softly, "Respectfully, Your Highness."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Rongzhen's figure had disappeared before his eyes. Following the coachman's loud shout, the clatter of horseshoes followed, and the luxurious car passed by the bustling street corner, leaving the sight of Fu Yuan and everyone .

Fu Yuan had been standing in the snow for a long time, even though the snow in Beiyuan was not heavy, it was only a thin layer on the ground, but today, for some reason, even the boots made of gold and silk, the bottom layer was very thin. He was thick, but he couldn't stop the cold chill from hitting him from the bottom up.

Seeing Qian Yuan's lost appearance, the servant girls behind couldn't help chattering, whispering to each other, asking what happened yesterday, why the Ninth Prince's attitude towards Mr. Fu seemed to have undergone a 180-degree change, The apex of the heart that was still held in the hand yesterday, today it is ignored, and the voice is indifferent.

Seeing Fu Yuan's appearance like this, Xiao Qiu felt uncomfortable, turned around and shouted at the servants who were talking badly: "You can also talk about the master's business?"

Xiao Qiu is Fu Yuan's personal servant girl, Fu Yuan is favored, like the second master in the palace, just missing a name, Xiao Qiu is naturally superior to other servants, this mouth, body Pun suddenly became quieter.

Putting the stove in Qian Yuan's arms, Xiao Qiu persuaded: "My lord, don't be sad, Your Highness is busy with affairs in court, and you have to work hard, that's why you are in a bad mood, not because of your lord."

Seeing the little girl comforting himself in turn, Fu Yuan shook his head and laughed, "Maybe." Holding the stove in his arms, he felt his body warmer, and walked back while thinking about something.

Xiao Qiu hurriedly stepped up to follow, and asked: "My lord, do you still have to go to the building today?"

"Of course I want to go."

At first, Fu Yuan also thought that Yan Rongzhen, as Xiaoqiu said, was disturbed by other things, which made Kunze feel bad, but in the following days, this person's attitude towards him did not improve. After being refused contact with Yan Rongzhen one after another, Fu Yuan felt dazed and annoyed.

Except when going to bed, this person is normal, and he can't even touch him on weekdays. Fu Yuan couldn't understand it. In the indifference again, he finally couldn't help asking: "What happened to Your Highness these days?"

There was a trace of grievance in Qian Yuan's words, his brows were slightly frowned, and Yan Rongzhen felt that he had done something cruel and inhumane to Fu Yuan. I don't want to answer such pointless questions."

"Why is it meaningless?" Fu Yuan's voice couldn't help but a little louder. After the relationship, Fu Yuan always regarded Yan Rongzhen as a partner. Xin, at this moment the weirdness of this person puzzled him, so he naturally wanted to ask.

"But that night, Fu Yuan said something wrong and offended His Highness?"

"No."

"Why is that?"

"Don't ask!" Yan Rongzhen said impatiently, and the table full of delicacies was thrown to the ground in an instant, and the expressions of the servants present changed drastically, and they immediately fell to their knees.

Originally thought that under such a fury, Fu Yuan should know that he was afraid, but the clinker Qianyuan raised his brows, but his heart was filled with anger, and he took two steps forward to hug Yan Rongzhen forcibly.

Fu Yuan wanted to hug him, but the Ninth Prince refused. He knew that this person's grievance was the result of his deliberate neglect, and now he couldn't just fall short like this and push Fu Yuan away again.

But Yan Rongzhen was reluctant to use more strength after all. He knew that Fu Yuan was not a martial arts practitioner and had no internal strength, so he tried his best to hold back his strength. He thought that Fu Yuan would not dare to push away once. It's a mistake, I never thought about Qianyuan but refused to let him go, and bullied me again.

The two pushed and shoved like children playing, the servants stared wide-eyed, and then watched Fu Yuan sit on the Ninth Prince with his long legs. Immediately horrified, he hurriedly grabbed the ground with his head again, and couldn't help shaking like a sieve.