Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

Fu Yuan thought that the gangsters had entered, so he quickly closed his eyes, pretended to be asleep, and quietly touched the bottom of the pillow with his right hand, where there was the jade bone flute that Yan Rongzhen gave him. He doesn't know how to play, but he often plays with it in his hands. This time he just had a "weapon" in his hands.

It's just that in this ancient time when everyone seems to know martial arts, can an ordinary person like myself really be safe and sound with just a flute?Fu Yuan smiled wryly to himself, hoping that the thieves who came in were just asking for money, so they could leave after taking what they wanted.

With his eyes closed, his other senses are particularly sensitive in the dark. After Fu Yuan felt that figure come in silently, he didn't rummage through the box to find the valuables, but walked slowly to his own. before bed.

Under the dim candlelight, Fu Yuan clearly felt a shadow cast in front of him, and his hand hidden under the quilt trembled slightly, and he was ready to fight it.

However, a scent of pine and flowers blew into Fu Yuan's nose through the breeze outside the window, and this all-too-familiar smell made him instantly outline a figure in his mind.

It is, Your Highness?

Soon, his guess was confirmed. Yan Rongzhen raised his hand and brushed aside the bed curtain. Since Fu Yuan slept in the inner position, he leaned over and crawled for two steps, and only then did he touch the person who was thinking about it day and night. Son.

Sensing a familiar figure crawling into his bed, Yan Rongzhen leaned on his chest, exhaling a lot louder, like a fish short of water has found its home, and is hungry and thirsty for life. source.

Since His Highness didn't hate him, why did he deliberately act like that? Fu Yuan was at a loss, but he didn't intend to pretend anymore, and he stretched out his arms and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

Never thinking that Fu Yuan didn't fall asleep, Yan Rongzhen panicked for a rare moment, and wanted to hide in the dim candlelight and escape again, but as soon as he left Qian Yuan's warm chest, he felt that his hand was being squeezed by the man. caught.

Fu Yuan asked: "Since His Highness is here, why did you leave again?"

Yan Rongzhen paused, as if he was thinking about something, he shook off Fu Yuan's hand for a while, and strode outside.

Naturally, Fu Yuan would not let this rare chance to meet him escape from his eyes. Regardless of the coldness of the ground, he ran out of the bed with bare feet and chased after that person.

"Your Highness!" Hugging the man from behind, Fu Yuan buried his face in the back of Yan Rongzhen's neck. This sudden coldness and unexpected meeting made him hesitant to speak, feeling that a thousand words were too much to say. Choked in throat.

Yan Rongzhen turned his back to Fu Yuan, making it hard to see his expression at this time. He raised his head slightly, showing an inexplicable look of struggle, holding Qian Yuan's arms with both hands, and wanted to break him free. open.

"Does Your Highness still like the jade pendant presented to His Highness?"

Hearing this, Yan Rongzhen thought of the brocade box on his pillow, he opened his thin lips lightly, but said in a cold voice: "Jade pendant? What jade pendant?"

These words made Fu Yuan puzzled, secretly thinking that the attendant that night didn't give it to Yan Rongzhen?He secretly worried, "It was the brocade box that Fu Yuan handed over to his servant the day before yesterday, and asked him to hand it over to His Highness."

"Oh? You said the stalls on that land?"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Yuan felt a chill in his heart, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water, and he heard the man in front of him with a stabbing voice, and said in a low voice: "That box is very expensive, it was specially made by the Dongyue royal family in the old days. It is used to hold jewelry, but I never thought that such a precious box contains a piece of inferior and cheap jade. You said, if this box could think, would it cry loudly that it was used to hold defective products? ?”

Fu Yuan was speechless, and his arms around Kun Ze's waist relaxed.

Without Qian Yuan's hug, there was only a coolness behind the empty back, Yan Rongzhen gritted his teeth, resisted not looking back at Fu Yuan, turned around and left the courtyard.

There was a stabbing pain from the bottom of his feet, and Fu Yuan came back to his senses, only to realize that his feet were already bruised from the cold, and his body in only unlined clothes was also terribly cold. He rubbed his arms with both hands, and only then did he feel better Son.

"My lord, why are you standing here alone?" Xiao Qiu heard the sound from the master bedroom, hurriedly got up and dressed to check, but saw Fu Yuan's room door was wide open, she was shocked immediately, thinking that there were thieves in the palace , but didn't want to take a closer look, only Fu Yuan was standing there alone, wearing only a single piece of clothing in this bitterly cold winter night, exposed to the howling cold wind.

Seeing that Qianyuan was still a little numb, Xiaoqiu was so anxious that she hurriedly pulled him back into the room, closed the door, and then went to put a thick jacket on him.

"Ah, son, why don't you wear shoes?" Feeling a little annoyed, Xiao Qiu sighed, let Fu Yuan sit on the stool, and she quickly took shoes and socks for him to put on.

Seeing the little girl squatting in front of him with her head bowed and busy, Fu Yuan asked himself, "Xiaoqiu, do all friendships in this world need to be of the right family to last long?"

Xiaoqiu's subordinates paused for a moment, seeming to be a little entangled, and replied after a while: "Young master, Xiaoqiu doesn't know, but it should be." Those high-ranking officials and nobles she has met, if they get married, both parties must be rich, Either they have status, if the difference between the two is too big, they will become the talk of the neighbors after dinner.

"Hehe." Fu Yuan chuckled twice, and asked again: "Then you say, am I worthy of the Ninth Prince? Or, am I worthy of him?"

Xiaoqiu was shocked when she heard the sound, and hurriedly took two steps back and fell on the ground, "Young Master and Your Highness are naturally compatible, otherwise, Your Highness won't be able to..."

"Is it a few months' favor?" Fu Yuan interrupted the little girl's words, and the words made people unable to hear the joy or anger, "Then what about now, is it still worthy?"

"Slave, I don't dare to say that, my lord, please spare this slave."

Fu Yuan lowered his eyes, seemingly in a daze, "It seems that you also think that I am unworthy, so I am the only one who is self-indulgent."

On the ground, the little maid heard Fu Yuan's particularly treacherous words today, and for a moment she didn't know what to think, and was about to say something, but saw Fu Yuan raised his hand, and ordered: "You go down first."

"This...yes, my lord." Xiaoqiu with a look on his face, bowed his body to salute, took two steps towards the door, then turned back and said, "Your lord, what's the matter, you can call Xiaoqiu."

Fu Yuan, who had already turned around, turned back, pursed his lips and smiled, "Well, I see."

With the sound of closing the door, Fu Yuan was the only one left in the room.

Fu Yuan walked to the bed, but he was no longer sleepy. He thought to himself, so he sat down in front of the dressing table next to the bed, leaning on the candlelight, and silently looked at his face in the bronze mirror.

With a flat complexion, dim eyes, and expressionless face, Fu Yuan looked at this face for a while, and suddenly sighed how he became like this, like an abandoned doll, even if it was placed in a gold-made room, It also seemed to reveal a bit of misery in the silence.

But Fu Yuan, who lost Yan Rongzhen's favor, isn't he just like this doll?

He laughed to himself, laughing at himself.