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It was already dark at this time, He Zichen seemed to have ordered the servants to go down, and there was no one else in the hall except the two of them.

He Qianxiao choked, realizing that he seemed to have fallen into the wolf's mouth?

He Zichen didn't seem to have the slightest intention of discussing with him. After patting the seat next to him, he looked at him leisurely.

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate..." He Qianxiao bit the bullet and said.

He Zichen seemed puzzled, "Why is it wrong?"

He Qian smiled tentatively, "Is there anything wrong?"

Since He Qianxiao already knew his intentions in his heart, he naturally knew what he wanted to do to get him by his side.

But it would be bad for him to pierce the window paper at this time.

He Zichen patted the place next to him again, and said, "Don't make me repeat it a second time."

He Qianxiao still refused to go up, faltering and talking about him.

He Zichen's patience was exhausted, he smiled coldly, stood up and stretched out his long arms, directly grabbed He Qianxiao over, and forced him to sit on the soft bed.

The two stuck together, He Qianxiao panicked and pushed He Zichen away.

He Zichen grabbed his wrist, "What's the matter, Yan Gui can touch you, but I can't?"

He Qian said with a smile that He Zichen wasn't there when Yan Gui touched him, but he said it so firmly.

It was as if I had seen it with my own eyes.

He understood now that what He Zichen said was nothing more than jealousy.

But he still doesn't know where He Zichen's bottom line is.

He Qianxiao said intentionally: "Although Caomin's status is no longer worthy, His Highness is still a respectable elder brother to Caomin."

It's a pity that these words have no effect on He Zichen today.

At most, this sentence came out of He Qianxiao's mouth, which made him very angry.

Seeing that He Zichen's expression was a bit wrong.

He Qianxiao moved away.

Unexpectedly, He Zichen stretched out his hand, slid his fingertips on his face a few times, and smiled sarcastically, "You still think of me as your brother?"

He Qian smiled and swallowed.

He Zichen's fingertips followed his face, slid towards his Adam's apple, and twirled slightly.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at He Qianxiao.

He Qianxiao could clearly feel that his breathing was a little heavy.

He Zichen withdrew his hand, shook his sleeves, stood up, and said loudly, "Come here."

The people waiting outside came in immediately.He Zichen said lightly: "On Bengong's bed, prepare an extra quilt."

He Qianxiao quickly looked at him, "Your Highness, the grassroots status is low, I'm afraid I can't be with Your Highness..."

"What you said, I can't let Bengong give you a title, right?"

The title he mentioned obviously did not mean the same thing as He Qianxiao's previous title when he was crowned king.

The concubines, naan, and maids in the palace can also obtain titles from the emperor after serving in bed.

What He Zichen said was deliberately making the relationship between the two ambiguous.

He Qianxiao was stunned for a moment, seeing that the slave had already been ordered to go down, he quickly said: "Wait! Find me a room..."

The servant stopped where he was, looking at He Zichen and him in a dilemma.

He Zichen waved his hand and said, "Go down and prepare another quilt, remember to take a good brocade quilt, and choose the best pillow from the warehouse."

The slaves in the East Palace must still listen to the prince.

He Qianxiao could only watch helplessly as the other party resigned.

"Brother's words make it difficult for me as an elder brother," He Zichen posted it, putting his arms around He Qianxiao's waist, "Since my younger brother respects me as an elder brother, how can I let you live in the side hall? It's not as cold as the two of you and I sleeping with our feet together."

What does it mean to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot?

That's probably it.

He Qianxiao still wanted to struggle, "The identity of the grassroots..."

"Ben Gong is the prince," He Zichen's voice sank, and he brought his mouth close to his ear, "You are Ben Gong's younger brother, how can you be humble? Or, in your eyes, do you also see Ben Gong's status?" Not eye-catching?"

This said.

Both sides were sending propositions, and they had already dug a hole for He Qianxiao, but if he took over, he would immediately fall into the hole.

He Qianxiao simply closed his mouth.

At night, the slaves in the East Palace really prepared the quilt for He Zichen's bed.The bedroom in the Eastern Palace was also magnificent. He Qianxiao's original residence was already luxurious enough, but compared with the Eastern Palace, it instantly became bleak.

But at the same time, there was not much popularity in the East Palace.

He Qianxiao didn't even have dinner, and was hurriedly dragged to the bed by He Zichen. He didn't eat it himself, as if he had forgotten about it.

If it is in the general's mansion, the lowly servants must be reminded, and sometimes they will advise the master to eat.

But the servants in the East Palace didn't say a word, and none dared to make a sound.

Obviously he was terrified of He Zichen.

He Qianxiao remembered that in the original book, if the lowly people uttered a wrong sentence, He Zichen would send them to the board, and if they were disobedient, they would not even need their lives.

Under such an environment, it would be strange if someone dared to speak.

He Qianxiao was lying on the bed, his body was washed by the servants of the Eastern Palace, and he was also rubbed with face powder. He Qianxiao had never smelled this kind of smell, and he couldn't love it.

Yan Gui never forced him to do things he didn't like.

Yan Gui would not rub powder on him either.

Yan Gui could play hooligans and rub his bed cheekily, but He Zichen was so simple and rude, he even put on the posture of serving the bed.

He Qianxiao closed her eyes, with He Zichen's half-smile in her eyes, she couldn't help feeling panic.

At this moment, the bed curtain in front of him was lifted.

In order to distinguish it from the emperor's bed curtain, the bed curtain of the East Palace is light yellow. If you don't look carefully, you almost think it is white.

With such a light color, the bed curtain is as thin as a layer of gauze.

Before He Zichen came in, he saw the silhouette of the person on the bed.

Opening a corner slightly, the first thing you see is He Qianxiao's slender fingers, then his nervously shrunken arms, and then his expressionless face.

He Qian said with a smile: "To be honest, grassroots people don't sleep honestly, and they can often kick people out of bed. In order not to hurt His Highness's dignity, why don't we divide the Chu River and Han Realm?"

He Zichen also said, "I'm not afraid that you'll be dishonest in your sleep."

The fear is that he is too honest.

He Qian laughed and heard this, and instinctively couldn't talk nonsense with him anymore, so he simply replaced words with actions, pulled out the quilt on him, folded it and placed it in the middle of the bed.

He said with satisfaction: "In order to prevent His Highness from falling, Cao Min sleeps outside, and His Highness sleeps inside."

It's so convenient for him to escape in time when he encounters any accident.

If he slept in it, what He Zichen wanted to do to him, he could run away as soon as he turned over.

He Zichen didn't answer his words.

He bent down, fixed his eyes on He Qianxiao, and said, "It seems that the sixth brother has already discovered my elder brother's thoughts on you."

He Qian smiled and knew that he was going to pierce the paper on the window.

He hurriedly laughed, "Caomin has been reduced to this point, but His Highness never forgets his brotherhood towards Caomin. Caomin is very grateful. In order to protect His Highness's body, let's rest earlier..."

"You know what I want to say." He Zichen suddenly squeezed his chin, "It's useless to escape, brother."

He Qian smiled and blinked.

"The first time I saw you, you were hugged by your nurse, like a carefully crafted snow doll." He Zichen approached him, "At that time, I thought, even if my mother hates your mother concubine, if I can be with you It’s not impossible to be a brother.”

Seeing that something was wrong, He Qianxiao quickly interrupted, "It's Cao Min who is not worthy of being His Highness' brother..."

"You really don't deserve it," He Zichen smiled. "At one time, I only thought you were stupid, but later, I felt that even if you weren't my brother, it would be okay to be something else."

He Qianxiao's pupils trembled slightly.

He Zichen's eyes were focused on his red lips, and he didn't know what to write in his mind.He Qianxiao had already experienced it, so he naturally knew that what he was thinking was not a good thing.

Just when he squeezed He Qianxiao's chin tightly and slowly approached.

He Qianxiao was like a taut bow and arrow, ready to push him away at any time... At this moment, his stomach suddenly rang.

He didn't eat dinner, and his stomach was protesting for him.

He Zichen breathed heavily, gritted his teeth, and loosened his jaw as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The expression on his face was on the verge of tangling.

But he didn't struggle for long, he bowed his head again, intending to kiss him directly, He Qianxiao pushed him away suddenly, and said loudly: "Your Highness, the grass people are hungry, do you want my brother to starve me?"

If this matter is not a matter of course, it will be like chewing wax, tasteless and tasteless.

He had already brought He Qianxiao into the palace, and He Qianxiao was sleeping in his bed, not some general.

Not urgent.

He Zichen stood up. From his expression, he could tell that he was not in a good mood, but he held back and called the servants outside.

The servant knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the bed.

He Zichen rubbed the center of his brows, and said in a deep voice: "Go and prepare some food for him, according to my...my usual rules, don't neglect."

The servant bent over, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Yes."

After he went out, He Zichen thought of something, and said with a smile, "You are used to beating little gold and jade, even if you are pretending to be cute, it still reveals an attitude of resignation, and you can't act like a real slave."

He Qianxiao had just saved his innocence, when he heard the words, he said in a daze, "What kind of slave?"

"Slave, it's easy to explain." He Zichen turned around and looked directly at him again, "If I scold you, just listen, if I beat you, you'll suffer, even if Bengong is on this bed After forcing you, not only can you not resent afterwards, but you should also be grateful to Dade."

He Qianxiao was startled awake.

Facing He Zichen's expression, he felt that He Zichen didn't look like he was joking.

After all, those who once thought He Zichen was joking had already reincarnated under the Nine Springs.

Fortunately, someone knocked on the door at this time and said loudly: "Your Highness, the emperor has just finished approving the papers and is heading towards our East Palace."

He Zichen heard the words and asked, "Why did the emperor come to the East Palace at this time?"

"I heard that it was because of the war between the two countries. General Yan was ambushed at Tongshan Pass. The situation was not good. The emperor was so angry that he didn't even eat at night. He came here for us after approving the papers."

He Qianxiao subconsciously clenched her hands.

He Zichen didn't rush, after getting dressed, he reached out to He Qianxiao and touched his eyes.

His expression was still cold, and his voice was not warm.

"Be smart, remember to hide, don't miss your tricks as soon as you hear your concubine's name, and don't care about everything."

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