Salted fish, he thought about it

"Die what?"

Xue Fangli's tone was indifferent, and Jiang Juan couldn't tell him the plot, so he could only say quietly, "I don't think I can live long."

Xue Fangli frowned, "Not feeling well?"

Jiang Juan nodded indiscriminately, Xue Fangli paused, and was about to brush Jiang Juan's hand away, but finally let him hold his sleeve.

On the carriage, I was speechless all the way.

Such quiet moments were not absent in the past, but most of them were Jiang Juan who was sleeping, but if he didn't fall asleep, he would still chat with the prince, but now Jiang Juan is really not in the mood at all.

Originally, he wanted to be careful and happy to be a salted fish, but before he knew it, he completely offended the protagonist and the protagonist.

Especially the protagonist suffers.Every time Jiang Juan was sleeping, he didn't know what happened, and when he woke up, he jumped on the face of the protagonist Shou.

So wronged, he was really wronged.

Thinking of this, Jiang Juan said sadly, "My lord, I want to change my name, and I will be called Jiang Bujuan from now on."

As the name suggests, he is lazy and tired, and sleeps endlessly. He really can't sleep anymore, and he can't pull hatred any more.

Jiang Juan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Xue Fangli had been staring at him, let alone noticed the other person's eyes.

Dark and dark.

He is unhappy.

Displeased Jiang Juan asked people to paint.

What's more, Jiang Juan said that he would not live long.

Dark emotions fermented in his heart, and Xue Fangli was tired of this uncontrollable situation.

He knew that the boy would not live long.

It shouldn't matter whether a teenager asks someone to paint or not.

But in his heart, those desires and dissatisfaction never stopped clamoring.

I don't want the boy to look at others, and I don't want him to be watched by others.

In the eyes of the young man, he should be the only one.He wanted the boy to look at him wholeheartedly, intently and seriously.

Xue Fangli closed his eyes lightly.

The young man can't live long, so what's the deal with him?

It's because his desire is too deep and too heavy, it's because he yearns for too much, and it's because he can't restrain it.

When he arrived at the palace, Jiang Juan went back to his yard.

On the way, he vowed that he would not be able to sleep again, but when he got there, he collapsed on the bed not long after, being defeated by laziness again.

When the executive came over, Jiang Juan was playing with a jade nine-series ring, which Lan Ting found out from several boxes of gifts to pass the time for him.

"princess."

Holding a bowl of medicine, the senior executive said with a smile, "It's time for you to take the medicine."

Jiang Juan: "?"

At this moment, he thought of the fear of being dominated by traditional Chinese medicine again, Jiang Juan said slowly, "What kind of medicine to take, I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine."

"Didn't the imperial physician in the palace prescribe some tonics for you," the executive said, "The back kitchen has just been cooked, and you should drink it while it's hot."

"Leave it for now," Jiang Juan wanted to put it away, "It's so hot, I'll drink it later."

The senior official shook his head, "This is impossible, the prince asked the servant to watch you finish drinking."

Jiang Juan: "..."

He looked down, and felt his scalp tingling before he drank it. Seeing this, the executive thought of something, and hurriedly took out a small bag, "I almost forgot, the prince also asked the servant to prepare candied fruit."

The preparation was so complete, but Jiang Juan still didn't want to drink it. He ate a candied fruit and asked the senior executive, "What is the prince doing?"

Senior officer: "My lord, he—" Ever since he returned to the mansion, the lord's interest has not been very high, with a gloomy face, but Mr. Gao has long been used to his uncertain weather, so he doesn't think much of it, just pay attention Just don't touch his bad luck.

"My lord is resting."

Jiang Juan said "Oh", "You get me something, and I'll drink the medicine."

Executive: "What?"

Jiang Juan said something in a low voice, but the executive hesitated and said, "Then you have to ask the prince first."

Jiang Juan nodded, "Okay, you can ask him."

The executive hurriedly returned to Liangfengyuan, Xue Fangli heard the noise, tapped his fingers a few times, and asked without looking up: "Did he drink the medicine?"

The senior official replied hesitantly: "The princess hasn't had a drink yet."

Xue Fangli glanced at him with a cold expression, "I haven't taken the medicine, what are you doing back?"

The senior officer had no choice but to tell the truth: "The princess said that it is okay to drink medicine, but he wants the prince's painting."

Xue Fangli frowned as the fingers tapping on the low table paused, "My king's painting?"

The senior official nodded, "The princess said that the prince brought a painting when he came back, and he wants this painting."

Xue Fangli was startled.

In the Chonghua Palace, he took out eight paintings in total, and threw seven paintings to Mr. Wang, asking him to hand them over to Emperor Hongxing. Only this painting was left, which was so damaged that it could not even be unfolded.

There is nothing to ask for.

"What does he want the painting for?"

"This... the princess didn't say anything."

The executive shook his head, not quite clear about the matter, Xue Fangli didn't speak again, just lowered his eyelids, looking thoughtful.

In the silence of the room, the senior officer hesitated and said: "My lord, if it doesn't work, this servant will report back to the princess."

Xue Fangli was noncommittal, but unfolded a portrait at hand.

With just a few strokes, the person in the painting has both form and spirit.

In the shade of the crabapple flowers, the young man was sitting on the couch, his long hair hanging down his shoulders, and a few petals fell down.

Slowly rubbing his fingertips down, Xue Fangli knew that if he brushed away the long hair piled on his shoulders, there would be a red mole on the neck of the boy, which was thicker than the color of a begonia.

Yang Liusheng deserves to be called the master of painting.

If he hadn't been taken away by others, if this painting had been spread - the most beautiful woman in the world.

How many coveted eyes are attracted.

Displeasure rose again, and the painting was crumpled by him. Xue Fangli's expression was astonishingly cold. After a long time, he slowly said: "Give that painting to him."

The executive was taken aback for a moment, knowing that the painting might not be simple.After all, the prince responded to the princess's every request, and the prince was silent for so long, which showed that the painting was quite special to him, but well, no matter how special it was - it couldn't compare to the status of the princess in his heart.

Just as the senior officer was about to respond, a guard begged to see him, and he said with a strange expression: "My lord..."

"The bowl of medicine that was in charge just now was poured out of the window by the princess."

Xue Fangli: "..."

Senior executive: "..."

This is why the princess wants to paint?

Just to send him away and pour out the medicine again?

Speechless for a long time, the executive asked Xue Fangli: "My lord, will you return your painting to the princess?"

Xue Fangli laughed, and naturally came to his senses, but he still said lazily, "Give it to him."

The senior officer nodded, and after walking a few steps, he heard Xue Fangli say again: "Keep an eye on him, he is afraid of suffering."

No matter how closely he stared at it, the concubine had to be willing to drink it herself. The executive asked with a bitter face: "My lord, if the concubine really refuses to drink, what should the servant do?"

"Calling you over?"

Xue Fangli said casually: "Let's talk about it."

He is still calculating with him.

Not long after, the senior executive brought a small box containing picture scrolls.

"Princess, the painting you want."

Jiang Juan also showed him the empty bowl, and said confidently, "I drank all the medicine."

Senior executive: "..."

He said tactfully: "Princess, you don't know that there are guards guarding every part of the palace. Next time, you should stop watering the flowers with water."

Now the embarrassment has shifted to Jiang Juan.

He fell silent.

Jiang Juan explained to Lan Ting about the picture scroll. Lan Ting took the box and was about to go out. Then he remembered something and turned to Jiang Juan, "My lord, you should come back after watching the fireworks today."

Jiang Juan asked her, "What fireworks?"

The senior official also knew about this, and said, "Your Majesty visited the garden today, and he was quite happy. He thought that the joy of being alone is worse than the joy of all, so he ordered people to set off fireworks at night."

There were actually fireworks, Jiang Juan was moved.

A bowl of medicine was poured out, and another bowl can be cooked. The senior executive went to watch the back kitchen cooking the medicine. Jiang Juan thought about it and decided to go to the prince and let him watch the fireworks with him.

Jiang Juan had been to his Liangfengyuan twice, and he didn't quite remember the way, but there were maids along the way, and Jiang Juan quickly found the place.

"My lord."

Jiang Juan knocked on the door. After knocking for a while, there was no movement inside. A man's cold voice came, "What's the matter?"

He pushed the door open and entered, excitedly said: "My lord, let's watch the fireworks."

Xue Fang looked away from him, the young man looked excited and his eyes sparkled, it was hard for anyone to say anything to refuse.

In fact, no matter what the reason, he almost never refused the boy's request.

"Did you drink your medicine?"

No answer was given, Xue Fangli just asked such a sentence.

Jiang Juan said sincerely, "...Let's talk about something else."

It seemed that he hadn't drunk it yet, so Xue Fangli said indifferently: "After drinking the medicine, you can go to watch the fireworks."

Jiang Juan complained, "It's so hard."

Xue Fangli: "There are candied fruit."

Jiang Juan: "It's so bitter, I can't drink it."

"Don't be coquettish."

Jiang Juan: "?"

Saying that the medicine is bitter is considered coquettish, Jiang Juan felt that the prince was really unreasonable sometimes, so he said depressingly, "I don't."

Xue Fangli glanced at him and exchanged a few words with the maid. Not long after, the senior executive came over with a medicine bowl. Xue Fangli asked Jiang Juan, "Do you drink it by yourself, or do you want someone to hold you down?"

Jiang Juan looked at him in shock, "Stop drinking?"

Xue Fangli lifted his chin lightly, and two guards came forward. He looked down at Jiang Juan, "Choose."

Jiang Juan regretted inviting the prince to watch the fireworks, but if he ran away by himself, he would no longer have to face the pain of taking medicine.

Xue Fangli: "Can't choose?"

Jiang Juan: "I'll drink it myself."

Jiang Juan sighed for a long time, picked up the medicine bowl, he smelled it, the smell was really disgusting, so he put it down again, "My lord, I don't want to drink it."

He always refused to admit that he was being coquettish, but his tone was so soft, if it wasn't coquettish, what was it?

Xue Fangli looked at Jiang Juan.He could have pulled him into his arms and coaxed him to drink, but he didn't really want to.

Teenagers are always so ignorant.

Teenagers are always so heartless.

His irritability and hostility were repeatedly restrained and surged again and again, but from the beginning to the end, the instigator was ignorant of it, and he took the initiative to get closer, and even gave himself an innocent look.

How abominable.

Xue Fangli said slowly: "Then let them hold you down to drink."

Jiang Juan was taken aback, and the two guards took orders, and said to Jiang Juan, "Princess, I have offended you."

They came to Jiang Juan, no matter what, Jiang Juan didn't want to be drugged, it was too embarrassing, he resisted endlessly, "My lord..."

Xue Fangli ignored it, just lowered his eyes, and didn't speak again.

Jiang Juan wanted to dodge, but he didn't notice his feet. He tripped over something and hit his knee.

Now, Jiang Juan was completely quiet.

Xue Fangli didn't want to care about it, didn't want to watch it anymore, but it was too quiet at the moment, and he couldn't hear any sound.

A young man is so squeamish, so afraid of suffering, whether he is acting like a baby or complaining, he will always keep arguing, he shouldn't be so quiet.

Frowning, Xue Fangli looked over to the end.

Jiang Juan sat on the ground, as if he was in pain from a fall. He lowered his head, checking his knees, but didn't make a sound.

Xue Fangli looked at it indifferently for a long time.

How could he hurt himself with just one omission?

No matter how he cares about it, in the end, he still didn't know anything, but his heart softened first.

Xue Fangli stood up and walked towards Jiang Juan step by step. He pinched Jiang Juan's jaw, lowered his eyes and asked him, "Is it because you are enshrined on the altar so that you will not break yourself?"

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