Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

[Bullying value +7, total bullying value 10]

The system boasted: [The host is amazing!All of a sudden rose so much! 】

Rong Yin replied dully and refused to speak any more.

He got on the shuttle alone in a fit of anger, and didn't care about Lin Fei, who was behind, or even Rong Ze, so he started the self-driving mode and went back to the palace.

Xu Shi knew that he was not there, and those servants relaxed a lot. After turning around the long corridor at the entrance of the dormitory, Rong Yin heard a few people with their backs to him, whispering.

Whispering is also not appropriate, after all, their voices are really loud enough.

"That one is also pitiful. At only seven or eight years old, it is equivalent to losing his mother. His Royal Highness Rong Shuang and the previous king passed away unexpectedly together. The queen couldn't bear the blow and went crazy. Fortunately, His Majesty stabilized the situation decisively and saved him from losing his mind. The crazy mother snatched it back, and it has grown to such a size safely."

"It's still not good?"

"Of course not. Otherwise, why do you think His Highness is a boy, why would he wear women's clothing, and force the whole country to be called a princess? A few years ago, the queen heard someone say that His Highness Rong Shuang had passed away, so she went directly to the palace. Wearing a skirt, there was a scene immediately, almost bleeding."

The person who said it was eloquent, and the people who listened to it talked with great interest, and asked: "The queen is far away in the manor, so it's okay to let the people over there hide it?"

"Do you think it's a question that can't be kept secret?" The person who said it burst out laughing, "Where does the queen really not know that His Royal Highness Rong Shuang is no longer here? It's just that she doesn't want to admit it, she doesn't want to face it, and she acquiesces that His Royal Highness will replace you." She's just alive."

Both of them were overwhelmed, feeling that the royal family also has royal troubles, and wanted to leave when they were satisfied.

Standing behind them, Rong Yin couldn't bear it any longer, the long whip flicked past against the howling wind, and the dust splashed was very conspicuous in the sunlight.

"Ah!" The person who spoke was whipped and fell to the ground, the clothes on the back were torn in a long line, and there was glaring blood underneath.

Before the listener could react, he was so frightened by the whip that he rolled over.

Rong Yin looked down at them from a high position, and his cold eyes swept over the two of them one by one: "Speak, why don't you continue talking? I haven't heard enough yet."

He slowly approached, the hand holding the long whip seemed to be trembling slightly under closer inspection, he was obviously smiling, but the aura around him was undeniably fierce: "Don't you know a lot? Don't you think I'm pitiful? Why not say?!"

In the end, his voice was unstoppably hoarse, his face was ice-white, almost transparent under the scorching sun.He gritted his teeth tightly, and whipped the whip mercilessly again.

"One person, one whip, get out," he said wearily.

The two men got up tremblingly, and left in a scramble.

Everyone inside and outside the hall was silent, not daring to make a sound, it was eerily quiet.

Rong Yin stood there without moving for a long time, the midsummer sun was shining directly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his temple hair was softly resting on the side of his face, with a quiet and soft appearance.

A shadow shrouded the top of his head, and the light soap locust smell on Fu Lian's body slowly dissipated, and his cool fingertips lightly rubbed his temples, and his deep voice seemed to be imperceptibly comforting: "Your Highness, what did you say last time? The sour plum soup is too sour, I'll make another one for you, this time I promise it won't be very sour."

Rong Yin's fingers curled up unconsciously, and said weakly: "Really?"

"Hmm." Fu Lian pulled his wrist, caressed the golden bell with his thumb, aroused a few crisp ringtones, and naturally took off the long whip, tidied it up, put it back on Rong Yin's waist, and said: "If it doesn't taste good, His Highness, punish me and do it again until His Highness is satisfied."

Rong Yin was still holding the long whip, but his hands suddenly became empty, and he moved uncomfortably.

Fu Lian's palm came up from below, wrapping him easily, and slowly leading Rong Yin inside.

It wasn't until the cold sour plum soup was served that Rong Yin came back to his senses.He looked at the still steaming porcelain bowl, touched it with his fingertips, then retracted it all at once, raised his head silently like a small animal going out for the first time, and asked Fu Lian: "Really?" Is it sour?"

It seemed that he was just asking about this bowl of sour plum soup, but he seemed to be asking about something else.

"Not sour." Fu Lian answered him.

"Oh..." Rong Yin responded dryly, as if he didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Fu Lian sighed softly, took out a spoon from somewhere like magic, picked up the porcelain bowl, and coaxed him in a warm voice: "Your Highness, take a sip? I guarantee His Highness will like it."

Rong Yin looked at him for a long time before condescendingly sticking out a little red tip of his tongue and licking it into his mouth.

"Not bad." He smacked his lips a few times and commented pertinently.

Fu Lian lowered his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds. The hall was brightly lit, and under the lights, the beauty with snow-skinned black hair, the small red mole on her earlobe was like a red plum under a bright white moon, and her pink lips were stained a little. Drops of brown juice were rolled in by his soft tongue.

"Yeah, I'll try it," he said.

Rong Yin, who was caught off guard and snatched the sour plum soup and drank more than half of it, raised his head in a daze, and asked stupidly, "Isn't this for me?"

"Yeah." Fu Lian said without changing his expression, "I'll taste the taste and remember it, so I won't make a mistake next time I cook it for Your Highness."

"Oh..." Rong Yin was obviously a little confused, but this was beyond his knowledge, so he had no choice but to let go of this topic and not pursue it further.

"Your Highness is very beautiful in a skirt." Fu Lian said suddenly, his voice was very gentle, "I like it very much."

The calming incense in the room slowly exhales white mist, the light breath has a calming effect, and in the quiet space, the candle crackles lightly.

Because of the fluffy eye feathers drooping low, trembling like butterfly wings.

"Use, do you need to say it?" He snorted coldly, turned his face away, and said, "Of course I know, I look good in whatever I wear."

"I warn you not to try to please me, I, I will not be easily deceived!"

His jade-like earlobes were flushed with smoke, which made his words look a little less convincing.

The corners of Fu Lian's straight lips rose briefly, and soon returned to their original shape. He said solemnly: "Well, it's my fault. I shouldn't try to please Your Highness."

"However," he paused, with a smile in his voice, "what I'm saying is the truth."

Fu Lian skillfully tucked the corner of the blanket for Rong Yin, bowed her head and said, "Your Highness, sleep well, and when you wake up, give Your Highness a present."

Rong Yin opened his eyes wide at first, and immediately felt something was wrong, coughed twice, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Oh, whatever you want, you can give it away if you want, I don't really want it."

"Well, I wanted to give it away, and it has nothing to do with His Highness. His Highness doesn't want to accept it at all. I insisted on giving it to His Highness." Fu Lian said.

"I don't really want to." Rong Yin pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face, his eyes were bright and bright, "For the sake of you wanting to give it so much, I will reluctantly accept it."

Fu Lian left him a very dark desk lamp: "Then thank you for sticking to me."

Rong Yin nodded, and dishonestly stretched out his hand to touch the mermaid egg placed directly above his head.

"Your Highness, be more obedient and cover the quilt well." Fu Lian folded his two wrists and grabbed them together, stuffed them back into the quilt, and tucked him in the corner of the quilt.

Wrapped into a ball, Rong Yin continued to say, "When will my mermaid egg hatch? Did you water it properly?"

Fu Lian coaxed him and said, "Yes. It will hatch right away, Your Highness, go to sleep."

"Oh." Rong Yin finally settled down.

With the sound of even breathing, Fu Lian stood up and gently closed the door.

In the dim room, the mermaid egg on the head of the bed was glowing with a faint blue light, and suddenly it fell on Rong Yin's cheek with a thud. His warm breath was close at hand, and the blue light was even more intense.

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I'm sorry I'm late today, it's relatively short, I'll make it up tomorrow! ! ! ! ! ! !

Mermaid eggs can still move!Yinyin was shocked: it turned out to be alive!