I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Xiao Yiran is bloodthirsty and has the heart of treason and defection to the enemy. Killing him at this time can be regarded as a good deed for the people...

Thinking about it, Yan Yun took out the dagger he had with him, hesitated again and again, and was about to stab Xiao Yiran in the heart.

At this moment, Xiao Yiran suddenly raised his arm, Yan Yun thought he was awake, and immediately retracted the dagger.

However, Xiao Yiran just pulled the quilt on his body to his side.

Seeing Xiao Yiran's callused hands, Yan Yun deliberately slowed down his movements, and gently covered himself with the quilt.

After this movement, Xiao Yiran moved his body a little further, as if he wanted to make room for the people around him.

Feeling that the position was enough, Xiao Yiran turned over and lay back again.

In this situation, Yan Yun felt an unknown emotion in his heart, like ripples suddenly appearing on a calm lake.

He looked at the quilt covered by Xiao Yiran, his heart froze suddenly, he hesitated and quietly put the dagger back into his sleeve.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Yan Yun successfully persuaded himself, he pulled the corner of the quilt, but he didn't want to sleep, so he propped his head sideways and looked carefully at the sleeping Xiao Yiran.

Xiao Yiran is a grown man about 1.8 meters tall, even if he shrinks up intentionally, he still looks like a big lump.

For some reason, Xiao Yiran still frowned even when he was sleeping, as if someone owed him millions of taels of silver.

Although he lived for more than [-] years in his previous life, Yan Yun had never had the opportunity to take a closer look at what Xiao Yiran looked like now.

Speaking of Xiao Yiran, Yan Yun's deepest impression was only his eyes as deep as a deep pool.

Every time they entered the palace, the two of them mostly met each other from afar, and occasionally exchanged pleasantries.

Whenever Yan Yun accidentally looked at Xiao Yiran, he would unconsciously focus on his eyes.

When Xiao Yiran looked at people, those deep pool-like eyes couldn't see to the bottom, as if they would suck people in at any time, giving people an invisible pressure.

Looking at it carefully now, Xiao Yiran's appearance can be regarded as one of the best in Wangcheng.

Sword-like eyebrows, a high nose bridge, but the lips are too thin, making him always look too serious.

Thinking of this, Yan Yun remembered what his concubine mother had said to him, that people with thin lips are usually fickle.

Looking at it now, this sentence is really right. Xiao Yiran is notoriously ruthless, so ruthless that he could personally kill Concubine Li who had raised him for many years.

While thinking, Yan Yun stared at Xiao Yiran's thin lips unconsciously.

Xiao Yiran's complexion was a little sickly pale, and although his mouth was thin, it was unusually red, as red as fresh blood gushing from his body.

Yan Yun couldn't help thinking of the day when he fell into a pool of blood, the blood that flowed from his body was also so bright red.

The vengeance of killing one's body is like the all-pervasive wind, stabbing Yan Yun from time to time.

The instigator was by his side, so close that he could touch it. Thinking of this, Yan Yun couldn't help but grasped the dagger again.

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a "bang", Yan Yun turned around and hid the dagger vigilantly, only to see Xiang Tao standing at the door with a bowl of medicine in her hand.

She looked at Yan Yun and Xiao Yiran who were very close to each other, less than half a finger away, and hesitated whether to go in.

After hesitating again and again, Xiangtao opened her mouth: "Young Master, do you feel the prince's body is still warm?"

Yan Yun immediately followed suit, stretching out his hand to touch Xiao Yiran's face, a burst of icy cold touch, so cold that Yan Yun couldn't help retracting his hand.

He touched Xiao Yiran's hand again, and found the same ice, abnormally frozen like ice cubes on a lake in winter.

"Why is he so cold?"

Saying that, Yan Yun checked Xiao Yiran's breathing and found nothing unusual, so he looked at Xiang Tao suspiciously.

"My lord, the slaves don't know, they only know that the prince must drink medicine every morning, and the prince has never told us, and the servants dare not ask."

After speaking, Xiangtao walked into the room with the medicine in hand.

Shuangtao immediately brought a basin of hot water, and carefully applied hot compresses for Xiao Yiran.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Xiao Yiran's body temperature rose slightly, but it was still lower than ordinary people.

Yan Yun stared at the corner of the quilt and fell into deep thought. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yiran still had an unknown strange disease.

Looking from Xiangtao's point of view, Yan Yun's face was pale with his head down, his eyes were still a little red, he looked as if he was sad for Xiao Yiran.

Reminiscent of the unusual relationship between the prince and this young man, she tentatively comforted her: "Young master, don't worry too much, the prince is like this every morning, and he will recover soon after taking the medicine."

"Yes, yes, young master, don't worry too much, the prince is fine."

The other servants also began to agree, comforting Yan Yun one after another, as if they were afraid that he would go with the prince if he couldn't think about it.

Yan Yun didn't expect that, with his amazing kung fu, he would be arranged by the maids of the palace to become an infatuated man who would commit suicide for love. Yan Yun laughed in his heart and sincerely admired the imagination of the servants of the palace.

Yan Yun knew that the relationship between himself and Xiao Yiran would not be cleared even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

It's better to push the boat with the current, so that it will be more convenient to do things in the palace in the future.

"It's best if there's nothing wrong with Grandpa Wang, otherwise I don't know what to do..."

As Yan Yun said, he squeezed his eyes vigorously and found that he couldn't squeeze a single tear, so he simply lay down on Xiao Yiran's chest, and buried his whole face in his clothes to prevent being exposed because he couldn't squeeze a tear.

Seeing Yanyun's shoulders shrugging non-stop, Xiangtao thought that he was crying too much, so she handed her handkerchief thoughtfully.

Shocked by this earth-shattering love, the maids present consciously exited the room and closed the door considerately, in the name of leaving some space for the two of them.

Xiao Yiran was awakened by being crushed, he only remembered that in the dream he was pressed down by a huge stone, no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't push it away.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a person lying on his chest, Xiao Yiran habitually yelled without thinking: "Get off me, my lord."

If it wasn't for Xiao Yiran's lack of extra strength, Yan Yun would have been kicked to the ground by him at this moment.

Yan Yun, who was lying on top of him, was ruthlessly pushed to the other side of the bed.

Xiao Yiran propped himself up, seeing Yan Yun who was being pushed aside, he was slightly stunned and added expressionlessly: "Did it hurt you?"

After these few days of getting along, Yan Yun knew a little about Xiao Yiran's temper, knowing that his temper was always volatile.

Immediately, he quickly jumped out of the bed, and tucked Xiao Yiran up the quilt diligently: "I'm fine, brother Wang is awake, it makes me very worried."

Hearing such nasty words uttered from the mouth of a young man who looked like Yan Yun, Xiao Yiran was momentarily stunned.

He rested his forehead and thought for a while before recalling that he had just picked up a young man a few days ago.

Looking at this similar face and thinking of the dead Prince Yan, Xiao Yiran suddenly felt a pain in his heart, out of sight and out of mind, he rubbed his sore arm and drove Yan Yun out of the room.

"It's really the same during the day and the same at night."

She is ferocious like a lunatic during the day, and like a kind old mother when secretly covering people with quilts at night.

Yan Yun stood at the door and complained a bit, Xiangtao, who was guarding the door, listened, and saw the little girl cast a shy look, and then she covered her mouth and laughed: "My lord, then you can rest easy Rest, my lord, it is inevitable that young people will struggle..."

Hearing this, Yan Yun knew that his words had been misunderstood again, and he didn't want to explain, so he laughed and perfunctorily passed it.

In Xiao Yiran's bedroom, Steward Wang handed over a letter, Xiao Yiran took the letter, and finally there was a wave on his expressionless face after reading it.

He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, but the words he said were still trembling uncontrollably: "Where is he now? Is he still safe?"

The housekeeper watched Xiao Yiran's pale face worriedly, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, lest he fall off the bed, before he said, "Your Majesty, he is by your side, the young man you brought back."

It's not that Xiao Yiran didn't suspect it, but the young man and Yan Yun's age didn't match, and his personality seemed to be different, so Xiao Yiran didn't recognize him right away.

"How can I prove that the boy I brought back is the reborn Yan Yun?"

Steward Wang pushed Xiao Yiran back on the bed and sat down, then asked: "Does that young man have a red mole in the corner of his eye?"

Xiao Yiran remembered very clearly that the mole at the corner of the boy's eye was indeed very distinctive.

"Yes."

"That's right, Mr. Chen said that the reborn Yan Shizi can be recognized by that vermilion mole."

After finishing speaking, Steward Wang watched Xiao Yiran silently, only to see a soft smile slowly appearing on Xiao Yiran's sharp-edged face, like a frozen lake covered with snow all year round was melted by the sun.

He hadn't seen such a smile on the prince's face for a long time.

Steward Wang couldn't help but also laughed, as if he had seen the former sixth prince.

The next moment, Butler Wang stopped smiling as if thinking of something, and said abruptly, "My lord, have you felt unwell recently?"

"Every day when I wake up, I feel that my body is extremely cold, and it gets worse every day."

Xiao Yiran spoke lightly, as if he was just discussing such trivial things as the weather today and what he ate.

"My lord may have to pay more attention..."

"How to say?"

Changing one's life for one's life is going against the sky, and Xiao Yiran doesn't expect his body to be safe, so he doesn't care much about these changes in his body.

"My lord's current condition seems to be poisoned."

After thinking twice, the butler still told the truth. He was afraid that Xiao Yiran would be hit because of this, so he secretly observed Xiao Yiran's expression after speaking.

However, Xiao Yiran didn't care much about it, he just responded lightly, and asked back as if he had expected it a long time ago: "So what?"

"This matter has a lot to do with the emperor, what is the prince's plan?"

"I know, there is no need to act rashly, just send a few more hidden guards to keep an eye on the palace."

Seeing Xiao Yiran's body getting worse day by day, Steward Wang's already wrinkled face became a little more wrinkled at this moment, coupled with unconcealable sorrow, it was actually a bit more vicissitudes than the old bark in the courtyard.

"My lord..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I have other plans."

The unspoken words were interrupted by Xiao Yiran, Wang Butler could only pace back and forth in the room, like a poultry scurrying around.

Xiao Yiran looked more and more like him, and couldn't help laughing out loud.While the two were talking, Xiao Yiran had already quickly put on his clothes.He took a step forward and faced the housekeeper, and said solemnly, "Uncle Wang, I will take care of myself."

It was because Xiao Yiran's state was too abnormal recently that Butler Wang was so worried, worried that the prince would become depressed because of the death of Prince Yan, and he would even disregard his own life.

If this is the case, he doesn't know how to explain to the old prince and princess when he goes to Huangquan in the future.

Based on the fact that acting requires a full set of professionalism, Yan Yun is ready to play Xiao Yiran's caring male favourite.

Without saying a word, he rushed into the kitchen, which he had never set foot in in his previous life, and began to cook the first meal in his life.

For cooking, Yan Yun has an inexplicable yearning since he was a child. When he was a prince, he had no chance to try it. This time, Yan Yun finally got his wish.

Yan Yun called Shuang Tao, and asked with a smile: "What does the prince like to eat?"

Originally, when Xiangtao said that the prince had an unusual relationship with the young man he picked up, Shuangtao didn’t really believe it, but now that the relationship between the two has reached the point of washing hands and making soup, Shuangtao finally believed it. up.

It turns out that their lord is not just a piece of wood who just loses his temper and kills people. Since this young master came, the lord has been kinder to them.

Thinking of this, Shuangtao couldn't help but look at Yan Yun with admiration, and she enthusiastically told Yan Yun about the prince's preferences.

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