Salted fish, he thought about it

After the matter was settled, the screen of the private seat was also moved back.

"My lord, my concubine, if there's nothing wrong, I'll leave now, so I won't bother you two?"

The storyteller took back his life, and now he regrets his life, he saw this and retreated with insight, but the sky didn't work out, Xue Fangli glanced at him, and said in a flat voice: "Why are you going, I have something to ask you. "

With a sigh in his heart, the storyteller squeezed out a smile, "My lord, just ask."

"Where did you hear that story just now?"

"Go back to the lord..."

When he asked, the storyteller naturally dared not hide it, "It was told by a beggar to my little one."

"The little ones eat the bowl of storytelling, and those beggars run around all over the world, so most of them are well-informed. If the young ones just treat them to a full meal, they can exchange for a story."

Xue Fangli: "Do you still remember the face of this beggar?"

The storyteller recalled for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "My lord, he is a beggar, with a disheveled face, so small that I can't see his face clearly. But...he seems to be about the same age as you, lord."

Xue Fangli asked him again: "Where did you meet the beggar?"

The storyteller replied without hesitation: "Beside the old locust tree outside the city."

Xue Fangli nodded, glanced at the guards, "Go find it."

The guard took the order, "Yes, my lord."

Since it is a secret from the palace, it is of great importance, the storyteller hurriedly said: "My lord, this is the first time I tell this story today, I will never tell it again in the future, and I dare not tell it again."

As he spoke, the storyteller kowtowed several times, but Xue Fangli didn't respond.

Compared with promises, dead people can't speak, and they are much more reliable.

But—"My lord, don't scare him."

Jiang Juan lowered his head and sniffed the sake in the flagon. After a long time, he didn't smell anything, so he raised his head. The prince didn't say a word.

Xue Fangli glanced at him, said "Yes", and finally said to the storyteller in a neutral tone, "Go down."

Hearing this, the storyteller heaved a sigh of relief, kowtowed again, and then stood up.

Before turning around, the storyteller saw the prince hugging the concubine who was sitting well in his arms, and holding the wine glass to his lips, he asked with a smile, "After smelling it for so long, how about a sip?"

Jiang Juan shook his head and pushed his hand, but after pushing and pushing, he found that the storyteller hadn't left yet. He was a little embarrassed, and aware of his unnaturalness, Xue Fang didn't lift his head, but said in a bad tone: "I don't want to leave. ?”

"Let's go, little one."

The storyteller trembled, wishing for the wind under his feet, but he had a bold idea in his heart.

The prince actually dotes on the princess as rumored.

How about... change what happened today and tell it as a story?

After the storyteller left, Jiang Juan got better, but he still complained, "My lord, don't pick me up all of a sudden."

Xue Fangli said "Yes", in a rather perfunctory tone, as if Jiang Juan had to answer first.

Jiang Juan heard it, and turned to look at him with displeasure. Xue Fangli met his gaze, and suddenly asked, "The storyteller's story is well told, why don't you let him tell it?"

Xue Fangli raised his lips and smiled, "Madam is really majestic."

Jiang Juan suspected that he was joking about himself, but he had no evidence, "I want you to care."

Xue Fangli said slowly again: "Don't ask me?"

Jiang Juan was taken aback. He really didn't think about asking. After all, it was not a happy memory for the prince, so Jiang Juan said honestly, "I don't want to ask."

"Do you want to know why he didn't show up at the end?"

Xue Fangli asked such a sentence without beginning or end, but Jiang Juan immediately realized it.

The "he" in the prince's mouth probably refers to the person who promised to take the poppies away, but did not show up in the end.

"My lord, I don't..."

"He was shot dead by random arrows."

Jiang Juan didn't stop him, and was forced to hear the answer. His eyelashes moved, and it took a long time before he said "oh", and there was no other reaction.

Xue Fangli looked at him with interest for a moment, and then opened his mouth softly and slowly, as if to be a temptation, or a kind of bewitchment.

"Don't feel sorry for him?"

Pausing for a moment, Xue Fangli changed his words, "Is this king... a damned evil?"

Touching the wine jug with his fingertips, he squeezed it slowly. Jiang Juan picked up the wine jug and shook it several times. Hearing the sound of the wine sloshing, he didn't speak.

According to the storyteller's story - the prince saw the letter, and Poppy begged him not to tell His Majesty, but in the end, Poppy didn't wait for her husband, that is...

The prince didn't keep the secret for her, Poppy's hopes fell through, and his husband was shot to death by random arrows.

This person is pitiful, why not pitiful.

His wife was kidnapped by the emperor, and he himself died.

but.

but.

Jiang Juan understood the truth, but he couldn't blame the prince.

Not only can he not blame the prince, but he can also find countless reasons for him.

The poppies didn't treat him well, the poppies had been torturing the prince all the time.

But in any case, if this is the case, then the prince has done something wrong.

but……

He still has many reasons to excuse the prince.

this is not right.

But he is partial to the prince.

"Don't say that about yourself."

Jiang Juan lowered his eyelashes, and said softly, "You're just, you're just..."

He is not good at comforting, but he found the excuse without a teacher, Jiang Juan murmured, "You didn't expect this to happen, did you?"

Xue Fangli paused, and not long after, he lowered his eyes and stared fixedly at Jiang Juan.

The young man has always been kind-hearted, he likes to meddle in other people's business, and he also likes to rescue those in need, but at this moment, upon hearing this incident, the young man didn't accuse him, nor did he turn his eyebrows coldly at him, he was just comforting him clumsily.

After watching for a long time, Xue Fangli quickly pressed Jiang Juan into his arms. He pressed very hard, as if he wanted to rub Jiang Juan into his blood and bones.

"Yeah, this king doesn't know."

Xue Fangli's voice was low and hoarse.

Jiang Juan was startled, and unconsciously pulled his heart. He turned sideways, hugged Xue Fangli lightly, and patted him on the back again and again, his brows slowly furrowed, as if Worrying.

Xue Fangli lowered his head, and the faint fragrance of herbs lingered in his breath. He enjoyed the comfort of the person in his arms, felt the warmth and softness of the person in his arms, and his expression was filled with joy.

"I lied to you."

I don't know how long it took, Xue Fangli raised his red lips, and smiled almost viciously, "Little Bodhisattva, do you know that you have moved your heart."

Jiang Juan: "Huh?"

He raised his head in shock, Xue Fangli smiled and said: "If this king really killed him, you will never know about it."

"Father discovered it himself, and has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Juan: "???"

The prince actually lied to him.

Fortunately, he has comforted the prince for so long.

Fortunately, he was still secretly condemning himself in his heart.

Why is the prince like this?

Jiang Juan was upset, he let go of his hand, and immediately stopped holding Xue Fangli, but the next second, these two hands appeared on Xue Fangli's face again, Jiang Juan pinched him lightly, and said depressingly : "My lord, why did you lie to me again? Is it so fun to lie to me?"

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes and said in a leisurely tone, "Naturally it's fun."

Jiang Juan said sullenly, "You are so annoying."

He was a little annoyed, and stretched out his hand to push Xue Fangli, refusing to sit in his arms, but Xue Fangli held him tightly, and Jiang Juan couldn't break free, so he could only say sullenly, "Let go."

Xue Fangli ignored him, Jiang Juan lowered his head and tugged at his finger, but before tugging a few times, Xue Fangli spoke lightly again.

"It's not the royal father that I told you about, but she... Jiang Qingmei, thinks it's the royal father that I told you."

Jiang Juan was taken aback.

Xue Fangli's tone was flat, as if he was just asking Jiang Juan if he would eat this snack. He said calmly, "She already hated me, but after learning that Qi Xiuran died of random arrows, she got even worse."

Jiang Juan let out an "ah", and his brows furrowed again.

Just now, he was still annoyed that he had been cheated, but after a few words and a short while, Jiang Juan couldn't help but soften his heart again.

He really didn't have a long memory, and he didn't even think about whether the prince was lying to him again. Jiang Juan raised his head, his eyes were loving, and he sighed softly.

"My lord, you..."

No long memory, no long memory, but Jiang Juan has a grudge, the prince lied to him once, but Yu Meiren is the source of all the prince's misfortunes, Jiang Juan really wants to comfort him now, thinking about it, Jiang Juan said slowly Said: "My lord, I want to comfort you, can I?"

Xue Fangli looked down at him, "Yes."

Jiang Juan didn't move immediately, he glanced at Xue Fangli and said quietly, "Then you... first apologize to me."

"You lied to me again. After you apologize to me, I will comfort you again. "

I was just teasing Jiang Juan, and then coaxing him. Xue Fangli knows how soft-hearted the young man is, but Jiang Juan's reaction made Xue Fangli interested. He nodded and said, "...Sorry."

Xue Fangli drooped his brows and eyes, and his expression was filled with boredom, as if whenever he mentioned Poppy, he would be dragged into endless pain and hatred.

Jiang Juan got an apology. He has always had a lot of salted fish, so he immediately stopped worrying about Xue Fangli. He hugged Xue Fangli again and wrapped his arms around his neck like a small animal. Clumsy, clumsy and cute.

It's more like being coquettish than comforting.

After a while, Jiang Juan asked, "My lord, are you feeling better?"

Xue Fangli: "It seems not."

Jiang Juan blinked, he was not good at comforting, and he only had a few fixed lines, Jiang Juan didn't want the prince to be unhappy, so he asked, "How can you be happier?"

Xue Fangli looked at his pale lips, and said casually, "Maybe it's enough for me to kiss you."

Jiang Juan: "No..."

Subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before he finished speaking, he saw Xue Fangli drooping his eyelids, looking uninterested, Jiang Juan immediately shut up again, he was quiet for a while, and asked in embarrassment: "Can't we change?" One? Nothing else to cheer you up?"

While talking, he had an idea, "Or else..."

When he was still in the Royal Racecourse, the prince seemed to be particularly interested in the mole on his body, Jiang Juan would rather be bitten than to be kissed, he asked uncertainly: "My lord, how about I give you a bite?" ?”

Give him a bite?

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, but were pressed down without a trace. Xue Fangli caressed Jiang Juan's face, and said noncommittally, "You are too afraid of pain."

Jiang Juan is afraid of pain, but the prince is in a bad mood now, but he is still thinking about him. Jiang Juan wants to make him happy. After all, every time he has something to do, the prince also coaxes him. Jiang Juan said: "I If you are afraid of pain, just bite lightly."

As he said that, Jiang Juan changed his sitting position. He faced Xue Fangli and sat in his arms. After hesitating for a few seconds, he reached out and grabbed the black hair piled on his shoulders. He leaned forward and said generously, "My lord, you Bite."

Xue Fangli glanced at him a few times, then lowered his gaze to the red mole.

The skin on the young man's shoulders and neck was pure white, except for the red mole at this moment, which was so vivid that it was also the most intense color on the young man's body.

Lifting his pale hand, brushing the mole with his fingertips, Xue Fangli thought of something and silently clicked his tongue.

Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, his little Bodhisattva, this is dedicated to feed him.

He couldn't ask for it.

Flicking his fingers, he finally grasped the young man's round shoulders. Xue Fangli lowered his head, and the fragrance of herbs lingered in his breath, and he bit it.

The breath is moist.

Jiang Juan's eyelashes trembled, and his fingertips subconsciously tightened his grip on Xue Fangli's sleeve.

Lips and tongue are cruising, teeth are lightly grinding.

Well, it really itch.

Jiang Juan panted lightly, "My lord, is that enough?"

The restaurant was not quiet, and the private room they were in was not completely independent either. The erected screen could block prying eyes, but it couldn't block the noise outside.

Outside the screen, people were coming and going, and there was a lot of voices, but no one knew what they were doing inside the screen.

This is in a restaurant, there are people everywhere.

Realizing this, Jiang Juan wanted to push Xue Fangli away again. Seemingly aware of his intention, Xue Fangli exerted some strength and bit him as punishment.

"...My lord."

It wasn't painful, but the shoulder and neck were scorching hot, so hot that Jiang Juan lost his mind. He looked at Xue Fangli in a daze, and complained to him in a cat-like voice: "I asked you to bite, you took a lot of bites."

"Stop biting."

His voice was almost softened to water, the more he acted like a baby, the more Xue Fangli was reluctant to let go, not to mention that because of embarrassment, the young man's fair skin was covered with a thin layer of red, which was so beautiful and sweet.

"My lord."

Jiang Juan called out again, tasting the red mole repeatedly, Xue Fangli was finally satisfied, he raised his eyelids, and asked Jiang Juan in a low voice: "Don't want to be bitten again?"

"……Um."

Xue Fangli pinched his chin, "Then give me another kiss."

Jiang Juan slowly raised his eyelashes.

The touch on the neck is still there, as if a feather has been scratched, it is damp.

And this piece of dampness all came from one place.

Jiang Juan looked at Xue Fangli's lips.

Let him kiss.

Let the prince kiss.

Last time, the prince kissed his forehead.

It's soft and he doesn't hate it.

Jiang Juan was in a trance, until the hand holding his chin was slightly stronger, which finally brought Jiang Juan back to his senses.

Their eyes met and their breaths intertwined.

"Ok?"

Xue Fangli's lips were bright red, he smiled softly, and the tip of his tongue brushed over the red lips, moistening them a little, "Don't speak, my lord, you will take it as your acquiescence."

Bang bang, bang bang.

Jiang Juan heard his own heartbeat again.

He should have said something.

Bang bang, bang bang.

His heart was beating with joy, as if he was expecting something.

In a trance, Jiang Juan suddenly remembered what the prince said to him just now.

——"Little Bodhisattva, do you know that you have moved your heart?"