The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

Today's drink was really on his mind, finally showing Xie Shijue's spirited appearance that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Huh?" Duan Xingyu's mind was indeed a little confused, and now his face was enlarged in front of his eyes. This was the first time since returning to Beijing that they were not so far away.

Only then did Duan Xingyu wake up slightly, and immediately took a step back.

Xie Shijue was very happy tonight, didn't care about his estrangement, didn't do anything more, just said "Go back early", glanced at Lu Mingzhao again, and then took Qiu Hongzheng away.

Duan Xingyu was a little drunk, so the party didn't continue.

The carriage in the mansion has been waiting outside.

When he walked to the door, the cool breeze blew, and Duan Xingyu woke up again, but because of drinking, his thoughts were still a little confused.

"Xingyu, how is your relationship with other young masters in school?" Lu Mingzhao asked.

"Very good." Duan Xingyu said without hesitation, but after what happened today, he and Qiu Hongzheng should never get better.

"What about the Ninth Prince?" Duan Xingxu asked from the side.This is what Lu Mingzhao wanted to ask.

Duan Xingyu was a little annoyed, why was he everywhere all day long, "It's not good."

"Don't you think he's a little strange?" Lu Mingzhao didn't dare to say that he thought Xie Shijue looked at Duan Xingyu a little dotingly today... Duan Xingyu is younger, so I don't know if he can notice this.

What's more... What happened back then... Could it be that the Ninth Prince had already had wrong thoughts?Lu Mingzhao felt a dull pain in his temple.

Duan Xingyu thought about what he did during the day, and he could understand his behavior. After all, it was his own fault, but now he has no better way.

He nodded confusedly, "Yeah."

Lu Mingzhao hesitated to speak, "Then you...be careful..."

"En." Duan Xingyu answered casually, but didn't appreciate the meaning of his words carefully.

Seeing Duan Xingyu's innocent and ignorant appearance, Lu Mingzhao felt a little helpless.

His little cousin, who looks like a flower of the high mountain and has a little white rabbit inside, is really worrying.

"But...Second brother, what you just said... Hong Fu girl? Li Shishi? Who are they?" Duan Xingxu said seriously, "Hong Fu girl? Does it mean that this woman is very lucky?"

"..." Duan Xingyu scratched his head. He only knew that these people were extraordinary prostitutes. If he had to tell him why, he couldn't tell. He thought it was well known What about, "Uh...how would I know this, it's just made up."

Duan Xingyu looked at him with admiration, "Really? But second brother, what you said just now is really plausible and convincing. I believe it!"

"Uh...hehe." Duan Xingyu could only laugh dryly, "Yeah, the most important thing is to speak with momentum..."

He felt a little guilty, "Oh, back home, back home, your mother will be in a hurry later."

"I'm not afraid of my mother, I'm already this old."

Duan Xingyu looked at his younger brother who had just turned 13, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, you've grown up, I'm still young, so I'm afraid my mother will worry, okay? Let's go—"

When Duan Xingyu returned to the mansion, he found that the candlelight in his mother's room was very bright, so he went in and greeted him. The second wife had prepared the hangover soup early and kept it warm, waiting for the second son to come back.

Duan Xingyu sat obediently beside his mother, sipping soup.

"Xiao Yu, mother heard that the Ninth Prince is with you in Zhizhi Hall?"

Duan Xingyu frowned, poured the last sip of soup, and said, "Yes."

The second lady looked a little secretive, "Me too... I heard your father mention it by chance. What do you think of others?"

"I don't understand."

Duan Xingyu felt that Mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Mother told you earlier that there are some people in this capital that we can't afford to offend, and the Ninth Prince is such a person. If you give him a step in everything, it's best not to have anything to do with him. do you understand?"

"..." The reason why Duan Xingyu pretended to forget the past was not only to prevent himself and others from being hurt, but also because of his mother.

She always believed that the accident was caused by the Ninth Prince. If he hadn't pestered her son to play with him every day, Duan Xingyu would not have almost died. During that time, she copied scriptures in the temple during the day to pray for her son, and at night He washed his face with tears all night until he recovered, but there was still a knot in his heart.

Although Duan Xingyu knew that the Ninth Prince could not be blamed for that incident, he felt sorry for the parents of the world.

Duan Xingyu nodded obediently, "Well, mother, I will listen to you."

Seeing that Duan Xingyu nodded, the second wife felt relieved. No matter how naughty Duan Xingyu was outside, he was the most obedient and filial in front of his mother, and he would definitely do what he promised.

In the past few years, he has always treated her like his biological mother.

"Your elder brother will be back tomorrow, we have to go to the main courtyard to have a meal and clean up your elder brother."

"...Can I not go?"

The second lady sighed, "I know your elder brother doesn't like you, it's just for a meal, if you don't want to talk, just don't talk, okay?"

Duan Xingyu knew that his mother would be embarrassed, so he was just speaking out of anger. If he didn't go, he might say what the eldest lady would say. Mother didn't welcome them.

"Okay, I'll go, but I'm going for my mother's sake." Duan Xingyu hugged the second wife coquettishly.

The second lady also hugged him, "I've grown up so much, why are you still like a child?"

"In front of mother, I will always be a child~"

In fact, the second lady looks very similar to his mother, and when he first saw her, he felt very kind, and she didn't feel strange at all.

After drinking the hangover soup and having a conversation with his mother, Duan Xingyu sobered up a lot. As soon as he returned to his room, he saw A Mao tidying up his things in the inner room.

As soon as he heard the sound, he ran out immediately, still holding something in his hand.

"My lord, are you back! Have you been drinking? Do you want A Mao to make you hangover soup?" The child's voice was chattering and buzzing in my ears.

Duan Xingyu rubbed his temples, then waved his hands, "Don't worry about it, I just had a drink with my mother."

"Oh... by the way, my lord!" A Mao presented the things in his hand as if offering a treasure, "I wanted to put it directly on your desk today and not bring it back, but the Ninth Prince asked me to bring it back, and said that I must bring it back." I want to hand it over to you, son."

It was the writing brush that Xie Shijue wanted to give him today.

"Who asked you to take it?"

Duan Xingyu's suddenly cold face made Amao startled, and his tone of voice was also weak: "Can't you take it..."

The more he spoke, the softer he was, "But... I saw that he was so kind to the young master, and thought you were friends... When I took it with him... He seemed to suddenly become very happy. I think you will be happy too."

No wonder he looked at Duan Xingyu this afternoon with resentment in his eyes, but at night it seemed to be different. It turned out that it was because he thought Duan Xingyu would be short-handed?

Seeing that Duan Xingyu didn't speak, Amao almost cried in fright, curled up his fingers holding the brush and tightened it, "I'm sorry son, I'll take it back and return it to Ninth Prince tomorrow, son, don't be angry."

"That's all..." Duan Xingyu lowered his eyes, and finally took the brush, "It's not your fault. I'll just pay him back tomorrow."

"Young master... I'm sorry."

"I don't blame you." Duan Xingyu rubbed A Mao's head, then leaned down and pinched his round face, "Little crying bag, I really don't blame you. Go wash your face and go back to sleep. "

Why did he have nothing to do with these little crying bags? He was bewitched by Xie Shijue's teary-eyed appearance back then.

It would be nice if the villain didn't grow up to be a villain, but always be cute.

Duan Xingyu sighed.

Duan Xingyu came earlier today, and originally wanted to put the brush on the Ninth Prince's table and finish the job, but unexpectedly, he was already sitting on the seat.

He ignored Qiu Hongzheng's contemptuous gaze, and went straight back to his seat, only to see a box on it.

It's still a step ahead.

He didn't need to open it to know what was inside, so he took out the writing brush Xie Shijue gave him yesterday, and sent it back to his desk along with the box.

Xie Shijue just lowered his head, originally he was expecting it, but in the end, as expected, he saw Duan Xingyu send the things back intact.

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and the corner of his mouth tugged down, obviously in a bad mood.

He grabbed the man's fingers before he could let go of the box, and when he raised his head, there was a brilliant smile on his face, and the dimple at the corner of his mouth was particularly conspicuous.

"You... let go." Duan Xingyu whispered, using his fingers hard, but couldn't break free, obviously the person in front of him seemed effortless.

Seeing how aggrieved he was exerting all his strength but unable to break free at all, Xie Shijue's smile became wider, and the emotion in his eyes deepened a little, "Why don't you just open it and have a look? Maybe it's good." What about things?"

"No need. Let it go."

Just talk, don't need to hold his hand, right?

Can men and women kiss each other?

Duan Xingyu felt very awkward.

"Okay." Xie Shijue let go of his hand, lowered his head to touch a small fish embedded in the box, and laughed at himself, "Mr. Duan has high eyesight and doesn't like it."

As he spoke, he put the box back on Duan Xingyu's table, his voice did not fluctuate: "But I will not take back the things that the prince gave away." He looked up at Duan Xingyu, and said almost cruelly, "Don't you Throw it away."

I don't know whether the ice balls splashed on others or hurt myself.

This thing is so precious that Duan Xingyu couldn't throw it away, but he couldn't accept it, so he had to put it aside for the time being. Yesterday, Amao probably didn't buy a new one for him because the Ninth Prince gave him a writing brush. I also forgot, luckily Amao didn't throw away all the old brushes yesterday, there was a better one left, which I can use first.

The morning reading started, and Cai Yujun poked his head from the side to talk to him again, "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, I will rest tomorrow, I will go to your house to play with you, is that okay?"

"Okay."

"And him." He pointed to Lou Zhimei.

Duan Xingyu was still drawing circles on the book, didn't stop to look at him, just nodded, "Mmmmmm."

The man didn't realize that he was bothering him, "Hey, what's in that beautiful box on your desk? Can I have a look?"

The movements of his hands paused, and he felt that Xie Shijue's head was tilted a little back. He deliberately asked Cai Yujun, "Send it to you?"

"You dare?" Xie Shijue turned around and gritted his teeth. After saying this, he didn't say a word. He just stared at him with tightly pursed lips. His eyes were full of resentment, just like when he was a child. The appearance is somewhat similar.