Salted fish, he thought about it

The bitterness on the tip of the tongue is suppressed, and the sweetness like honey fills it.

Jiang Juan felt better, but he had already bit Xue Fangli's finger, and after much deliberation, he should bite again.

In this bite, Jiang Juan didn't bite hard, and his teeth rolled over lightly. Compared with biting retaliatoryly, it was more like biting for fun.

After he had bitten enough, he pressed the tip of his tongue again, trying to push his fingers out.

In the damp breath, Xue Fangli should have retracted his hand, but the touch at the fingertips was too soft, so he didn't make any movements.

Pushing once didn't work, Jiang Juan pushed a few more times, but no matter how hard the tip of his tongue was, it was only as strong as a cat.

He sucked his finger in his mouth, opened his lips and teeth slightly, and looked quite dazed, not understanding how someone would rather be bitten than stop.

Looking down at him for a long time, Xue Fangli smiled slightly, "Stop biting?"

Jiang Juan nodded depressedly, biting enough, but the prince was too cooperative, he didn't seem to get revenge at all.

Xue Fangli withdrew his hand and glanced casually, the water marks on his fingers were shining brightly, and the itching that flicked across the tip of his tongue has not yet subsided.

Many unspeakable desires are triggered at this moment.

Xue Fangli twirled his fingers calmly, took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, and wiped his hands slowly.

Jiang Juan bit open the candied fruit, and said in a vague voice, "It's bitter, it's bitter, you're not telling the truth, you deliberately lowered my vigilance."

Xue Fangli said in a leisurely tone, "If you don't coax you like this, how can you accept it?"

Jiang Juan was very dissatisfied, and corrected him: "You are tricking me into drinking, not coaxing me to drink."

Xue Fangli raised his brows lightly, glanced at Jiang Juan, and smiled softly, "I know, I will use coaxing next time."

He put on an appearance of being open-minded and receptive, but Jiang Juan was not very good. When he heard that there would be another time, he immediately fell on the bed and spread it into a piece of salted fish cake that lost his happiness.

"Get up and eat."

Before he knew it, the maid had already put all the dishes on the table. Jiang Juan sat up slowly, and put an arm around his waist. Xue Fangli picked him up and put him in his arms again.

Jiang Juan: "..."

He raised his head and asked quietly: "My lord, didn't you just promise me that you wouldn't hug me any more?"

Xue Fangli paused, calmly said: "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Today is the time when you are sick and weak."

"Okay." Jiang Juan reluctantly agreed.

No matter what, the humanoid pillow was open for business on the last day, and Jiang Juan was cooperative—cooperating in sitting in the prince's arms for him to hold, and cooperating in accepting various feedings.

But while eating, Jiang Juan suddenly bit the tip of his chopsticks.

"what happened?"

Xue Fangli frowned, "Why do you like biting everything?"

Jiang Juan felt that his accusation was unreasonable, and he hadn't bitten anything, but that wasn't the point. He asked strangely, "Your Majesty, you only feed me, don't you eat?"

Xue Fangli said dully, "I have no appetite."

Jiang Juan looked at him, picked up the silver chopsticks, and picked up a piece of eight-treasure tofu for him, "You have an appetite."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, but he still didn't intend to eat, so Jiang Juan had no choice but to say, "My lord, my heart still hurts."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Juan pretended to touch his heart, "You are not a fairy, I forbid you to drink only dew."

Xue Fangli looked at him, the young man's mouth was threatening, but his brows were wrinkled, and his expression was worried. This was a kind of pure concern and love, so pure that he almost wanted to indulge.

I don't know how long it took, but Xue Fangli finally compromised. He lowered his head and took a bite with a tired expression.

Reverse feeding was successful.

Jiang Juan was satisfied and felt quite fulfilled. He wanted to feed the prince something, but Director Wang left and returned at this time.

He bowed and asked Xue Fangli softly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty sent the servant over again, and asked the servant to ask..."

Director Wang lowered his head, "When you were young, you seemed to be very interested in Danqing for a while, and you often painted. Your Majesty asked the servants to ask, are those paintings... still there?"

Xue Fangli raised his eyelids and looked over indifferently.

He didn't have any expression on his face, and his expression was the same as usual, except for a little more indifference and sarcasm. Even though Mr. Wang lowered his head, he could still feel a chill hit his heart, and couldn't help shrinking his shoulders.

How could he not know that the prince never likes to bring up old stories, but——ah.

Xue Fangli didn't answer, and Manager Wang could only wait.

In the long silence, the spoon bumped into a wall and made a crisp sound. Jiang Juan picked it up and stretched it to Xue Fangli's lips, continuing his reverse feeding. "My lord, have a drink of soup."

Manager Wang was taken aback.

"princess--!"

Manager Wang and Jiang Juan only met twice, but Manager Wang had a good impression of Jiang Juan, so he couldn't help but stop him and said, "My lord doesn't like it..."

After a pause, as the chief eunuch, Chief Wang naturally knows how to measure, what to say and what not to say.

He wanted to say that the prince is quite anorexic.

If the prince wants to eat, he will move his chopsticks—of course, most of the time, the prince just has to eat, and he forces himself to eat every day to maintain his energy and strength.If he doesn't want to move his chopsticks, no matter how kind the princess is, it will not help, and may even anger the prince.

The prince went crazy, no one could stand it, not to mention the concubine had just suffered a heart attack, and she couldn't stand the fright.

"what?"

Jiang Juan raised his head and looked at Director Wang in puzzlement.

Manager Wang couldn't say anything to him clearly, so he could only shake his head at Jiang Juan. Jiang Juan didn't understand what he meant, thought about it for a while, and felt a little tired after raising his hand for too long, so he decided to force the prince to finish first.

"My lord," Jiang Juan said, "Hurry up and drink, my hand hurts."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes slowly, as if what he was looking at was not a spoonful of soup, but something that he hated deeply. Seeing his displeasure, Mr. Wang felt like sweating for Jiang Juan again.

Concubine, this is really, really - what is it really, Manager Wang didn't think of the right words, when he saw their prince indifferently, he drank the spoonful of chicken soup in displeasure.

Manager Wang: "?"

The prince really drank it?

Manager Wang was even more astonished.After Xue Fangli drank the chicken soup, he raised his eyes and asked Jiang Juan, "Does your heart hurt?"

Jiang Juan blinked, and said without guilt at all: "It's not sure. If the prince finishes this meal well, it probably won't hurt. If the prince doesn't eat well, it might hurt."

Xue Fangli: "..."

"understood."

Xue Fangli glanced at him with a half-smile, and naturally knew Jiang Juan's true intentions. He picked up the silver chopsticks, and although he didn't have much appetite, he still tasted everything.

Jiang Juan asked regretfully, "My lord, don't you need me to feed you?"

His reverse feeding is actually quite happy - the prince has no appetite, but he insists, and then the prince is forced to eat, which is very satisfying.

"No need," Xue Fangli said indifferently, "Your hand will hurt again if you hold it for a long time."

Jiang Juan said "Oh", if you don't feed him, then don't feed him. He looked back at Mr. Wang and asked him, "Eunuch Wang, what did you want to say just now?"

Director Wang looked at Jiang Juan, then at Xue Fangli, who was eating slowly, with an almost dignified posture, shook his head after a long time, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the slave wanted to get it wrong."

He really didn't expect that the prince was so hungry that he would eat the food fed by the princess himself.

He also didn't expect that the prince would take the initiative to eat again for fear of making the concubine angry.

Jiang Juan seemed to believe it and nodded.

He was fed a lot before, and he had almost eaten, but he was held in his arms and couldn't get away, so he had to poke the pastry with his head down. Not long after, when Xue Fangli put down the silver chopsticks, Jiang Juan also said on a whim: "My lord, is the painting Eunuch Wang said still there? I want to see it too."

Director Wang's breathing was stagnant.

He finally thought of a word that was perfect to describe the princess.

——Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

But no matter what, Wang Hao couldn't be blamed, after all, he didn't know many things.

Manager Wang went back and forth, and what His Majesty asked him to come to ask for was actually a portrait of Poppy Poppy.

Director Wang didn't dare to remind me any more this time, fearing that it would be self-defeating, so he stood silently aside with his hands down.

"My lord?"

Jiang Juan tugged at Xue Fangli's sleeve a few times, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of curiosity, "I really want to see it."

Xue Fangli's tone was very light, and he couldn't hear any unnecessary emotions, "After many years, this king also forgot where to put it."

After Jiang Juan heard it, he couldn't help but ask, "Look for more?"

Xue Fangli: "There's nothing to see."

Jiang Juan: "Then I want to see it too."

He shook his head, his voice was very soft, and his tone was unconsciously soft.

Almost softened into the heart.

Why do you love being coquettish so much?

Xue Fangli looked at Jiang Juan, but didn't speak immediately. Jiang Juan saw that he was indifferent, so he let go, slowly frowned, and covered his heart again, "My lord, I seem to be feeling a little uncomfortable again."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyelids and stared at him calmly.

Manager Wang: "..."

The princess is really proud of her illness.

The prince said that he forgot where to put it, and he was politely rejecting the princess' request, but the princess still refused to let go.Going forward, even when Mr. Wang mentioned this matter at the beginning, the prince didn't respond, because he was too lazy to fetch the painting.

This time, Manager Wang really didn't think the prince would let go.

After all, that is the prince's mother and concubine, after all, the prince hates these pasts very much.

Thinking of this, Manager Wang sighed silently.

But the next moment, Xue Fangli finally spoke, his voice was careless and his tone was flat.

"Then let's see," Xue Fangli said, "I asked someone to pick up the painting."

When Manager Wang heard this, his expression was astonished.

The prince actually agreed?

The princess wanted to see the painting, but the prince agreed?

Jiang Juan didn't know what was going on, so he rolled his eyes with a smile, and said sincerely, "My lord, you are so kind."

Xue Fangli lowered his head and said with a half-smile: "Next time, this excuse may not work."

Jiang Juan blinked his eyelashes a few times, and looked at him innocently, "What's the excuse, I'm really uncomfortable."

Xue Fangli glanced at him, stood up, and went to explain something to others, but Jiang Juan immediately took the opportunity to ask Manager Wang: "Eunuch Wang, what did you want to say just now?"

"What doesn't your lord like?"

Director Wang was startled again, then realized something, and asked dumbfoundedly: "Princess, you must look at the painting, just want to send the prince away, and ask the servant about it?"

Jiang Juan said "Hmm", "I always felt that you had something to say just now, and it seemed to be quite important."

Manager Wang: "..."

What to say?

He just wanted to remind the princess that the prince is anorexic, but no matter how anorexic the prince is, it is not a problem in front of the princess.

It's just that in order to ask clearly about this matter, the concubine offended the prince even more without knowing it, and the prince readily agreed.

Thinking of this, Director Wang's expression was quite complicated, thinking that it would be no problem to tell Jiang Juan about these things, so he thought about his words and said: "The prince has always had some knots about eating, and it has something to do with his mother and concubine."

"When the prince was young..."

Manager Wang really didn't know what to say, so he hesitated for a long time, but Jiang Juan remembered something, he asked Manager Wang: "Has the prince been fed flesh and blood by his mother and concubine?"

Director Wang was taken aback, "Is the princess aware of this?"

In fact, it is much more than that.

Director Wang said in a low voice: "For some reasons, the poppies didn't treat the prince very well. Apart from feeding the prince with flesh and blood, she also poisoned the prince from time to time..."

After Xue Fangli finished his confession, when he came back again, he lazily stretched out his arms to embrace Jiang Juan. This time, Jiang Juan didn't say anything, and let him hug him if he wanted to.

For the first time, Jiang Juan didn't declare that he didn't need to hug him. Xue Fangli looked down at him a few times, and Jiang Juan asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Xue Fangli said thoughtfully, "It's nothing."

Jiang Juan let out an "oh" and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.After a while, he suddenly asked Xue Fangli: "My lord, why are you so anorexic?"

Xue Fangli was startled, remembered something, smiled carelessly, "Enough is enough."

Jiang Juan's eyelashes moved, and he looked up. His eyes were pitiful and sad, as if he knew all the sufferings and the pain behind them.

Jiang Juan lightly held the hand on his waist, "My lord, you are lying."

He said very slowly: "My lord, I feel so uncomfortable."