I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

When he was about to reach the palace, Yan Yun waved back the guards sent by Xiao Yiyang, and walked around to the backyard of the palace alone, trying to get in through another dog hole dug by Xingfeng.

After climbing through a winding tunnel, Yan Yun finally saw a glimmer of light and hurried out.

Who knows, this dog hole leads to Xiao Yiran's study.

When Yan Yun raised his head, he knocked down a book on the shelf.

"Who?" Xiao Yiran's deep voice came, followed by intermittent footsteps.

Yan Yun immediately grabbed the knocked down book, pretending to read it seriously.

When Xiao Yiran came here, he saw the familiar lake blue robe of the young man, holding a book and reading it with gusto.

The young man's fair cheeks were made even fairer by the warm yellow candlelight, and his black and smooth hair rested docilely on his slightly thin shoulders.

Xiao Yiran's breath stagnated, and he couldn't help calling out tentatively: "Yan Yun?"

Hearing this, Yan Yun didn't dare to pretend that he saw Xiao Yiran's appearance, and raised his head from the book in doubt: "My lord, did you recognize me as Prince Yan again?"

After hearing Yan Yun's words, Xiao Yiran suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at the young man in front of him again, frowned, and sighed almost inaudibly: "It's so similar."

"Will the prince take his anger out on me because I look like Prince Yan?"

Saying that, Yan Yun immediately put down the book in his hand and shrank into a ball, only showing a pair of round eyes, staring at Xiao Yiran expectantly and in awe.

There was a light red mole in the corner of the young man's eye, which became more and more conspicuous under the candlelight. Xiao Yiran stared at the mole, put the book back in the young man's hand, and said softly, "Although you are somewhat similar to him, I know you not him."

Yan Shizi didn't have a mole at the corner of his eye.

"That's fine."

Yan Yun heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately tugged Xiao Yiran's sleeve with a smile, like a younger brother who was coquettish with his elder brother: "Thank you, my lord, for taking me in."

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. If it was Yan Yun in his previous life, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing. Now, in order to achieve great things, Yan Yun can not stick to these small details.

Xiao Yiran didn't leave immediately, but sat down beside Yan Yun, and imitated Yan Yun's way, crossed his legs and suddenly said: "How about giving you a name?"

"It's all up to the prince to decide."

Yan Yun didn't expect Xiao Yiran to mention this suddenly, he didn't care much about his surname, anyway, the former Prince Yan was dead, and now his life was picked, so he didn't care about his name.

"How about calling Yan Yun?"

Although Xiao Yiran looked at the young man, his eyes seemed to pass through the young man and drift to other places.

Hearing this sentence, Yan Yun's heart was startled, he suddenly felt that perhaps Xiao Yiran had already seen through his true identity, and then he glanced at Xiao Yiran vigilantly, and found that the other party's eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

"I think it's very good, as long as the prince doesn't treat me like the prince of Yan."

Although Yan Yun had already cut Xiao Yiran into pieces in his heart, the reality was that he could only follow his words, otherwise, according to Xiao Yiran's moody temperament, if he didn't go his way, his life would be lost.

Xiao Yiran seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Yun's answer, and immediately burst into a rare smile, his usually frowning brows immediately relaxed, his dark eyes were bottomless.

Yan Yun suddenly felt that Xiao Yiran's eyes were like a dark mirror, and he could see his own image clearly from inside.

Seeing this, Yan Yun grabbed Xiao Yiran's sleeve while the iron was hot, and said after deliberating: "Can I sleep with the prince?"

Xiao Yiran's smile stopped abruptly, he quickly got up and tore off Yan Yun's hand holding onto his sleeve, strode back to the desk, picked up a stack of papers expressionlessly and began to write and draw.

The air suddenly became quiet, Yan Yun looked at Xiao Yiran's dark face, and finally realized what the world said about the sixth prince's moodiness.

Now it's amazing when you see it with your own eyes. The person who was smiling at him one second can turn his face and deny him the next second. The former sixth prince is cuter. Although he always has a straight face, his temper is not Extremely gentle, who knew that when he grew up, he would become such an annoying lump of wood.

Even though he was thinking this way, Yan Yun didn't dare to act rashly. While secretly watching Xiao Yiran's every move, he thought about how to get close to him.

In the small study room, there was an awkward silence.

Yan Yun was only thinking about how to get close to Xiao Yiran's hand flipping the pages of the book indiscriminately, so he couldn't help but increase his strength, and the clattering sound of flipping the book attracted Xiao Yiran's attention.

"You have been reading for so long, but can you recognize a word?"

Xiao Yiran gradually accepted the fact that Yan Yun was just an ordinary little beggar, he was really tired after reading the documents for a long time, he pinched his temples and asked a casual question with a hint of joke.

Yan Yun guessed that Xiao Yiran was testing whether he could read or not, so he solemnly closed the book again, pointed to the words on the cover, and stuttered to read: "Grass... cloud... temple... wood..."

After Yan Yun finished reading the title of the book, he sneaked a glance at Xiao Yiran out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, as Yan Yun expected, Xiao Yiran's eyes that were staring at him suddenly dimmed, and then he turned his head and stopped looking at Yan Yun.

After muddling through, Yan Yun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to pretend to read the words in the book seriously.

Xiao Yiran on the side saw Yan Yun struggling to read, and thought to himself that he was really just a little illiterate, only half of the words could be read. There was a hint of a smile.

Even if the person in front of him is not Yan Yun, as long as he can see someone who is somewhat similar to Yan Yun, he will finally have temporary comfort, and the few remaining days will not be so tormenting.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yiran stretched out his hand to take out a handful of candy from his bosom, and stuffed it to Yan Yun indiscriminately.

Yan Yun has been silently observing Xiao Yiran, he laughed and gave sweets, so frightened that Yan Yun hurriedly lowered his head, staring at the book motionlessly, holding the sweets and froze, neither eating nor not eating no.

It doesn't matter if Yan Yun doesn't read it, when he looked at the title of the book carefully, he was really shocked.

How could he not recognize the four big characters "Yan Yun Poetry Collection" on this book.

At that time, Yan Shizi's "Yanyun Poetry Collection" became popular all over Jiangwangcheng, and it can be said that it is hard to find a copy.

Who would have thought that in the end, Yan Yun would see his collection of poems at his deadly enemy.

Yan Yun suddenly felt that he had lived in vain all these years, and he didn't know that Xiao Yiran could hate him to such an extent that he even used his poetry collections for research.

Thinking of this, Yan Yun looked at Xiao Yiran subconsciously, feeling a little at a loss as he held the candy, he asked tentatively: "Is this a poem by Prince Yan? I think the portrait in this book is Prince Yan, Although I am illiterate, I can recognize these paintings."

Hearing this, Xiao Yiran did not answer, he snatched the book from Yan Yun's hand with a strange expression, looked at Yan Yun unnaturally, coughed dryly and said: "This kind of book is not suitable for you to read, either. I’ll find some with pictures to show you some other day.”

As soon as Xiao Yiran finished speaking, the bookshelf suddenly shook, and the books on it fell down one by one.

Yan Yun took the opportunity to take a look and froze instantly.

"Biography of Yan Shizi", "Yanyun Painting Collection", "Yanyun Collection"...

Among the overwhelming books, there is not a single book that is not related to Yan Yun.

After realizing that Xiao Yiran had taken his works to study every day, Yan Yun suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

How much does it take to hate a person to do this.

Just as Yan Yun was sighing, there was another sound, and another pile of books fell from the bookshelf that Yan Yun was leaning on.

Looking at the book that was thrown at his face, Yan Yun subconsciously prepared to dodge, and fell into a hard embrace unexpectedly.

As soon as Yan Yun raised his head, he saw Xiao Yiran supporting the bookshelf with one hand and embracing him with the other. What caught his attention was the "Yan Yun Poetry Collection" piled up into a hill behind Xiao Yiran.

Yan Yun suddenly understood the reason why he had published so many poetry collections and it was still hard to find a book on the market, and the co-authors were all bought by this uncle.

What a weird person, do you buy so many for collection or to collect dust.

Yan Yun felt that these reasons were unreliable, most likely because Xiao Yiran was jealous of his literary talent.

Instead of guessing, it is better to ask in person, Yan Yun thought, and asked unconsciously: "My lord, why do you buy so many of the same books?"

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Move your little finger and cast a little starfish ~ Chirp Mi ~