shock!The cannon fodder is actually in love [Quick wear]

Although Chen Heming was not really a six-year-old child, he didn't hear Wei Chuxian's question, and he couldn't use the knowledge he had accumulated over the years, so he stood awkwardly, trying to make eye contact with the prince, so that the prince could give him some hints.

The Ninth Prince was worrying about how to teach Chen Heming a lesson, and now seeing that Chen Heming couldn't answer the question, he immediately spoke before everyone else.

"Mr. Wei, the eleventh brother may be slightly uncomfortable away from the familiar palace and Xia Meiren, so he is not in the mood to listen to your lectures. Please see that he is here for the first time today, so don't punish him."

Chen Heming didn't care about the tea-flavored words of the Ninth Prince. These words were too pretentious, even the prince could see it, and Wei Chuxian would not be fooled.

"Ninth princes don't have to worry." Wei Chuxian seemed to be relieved, "Eleventh princes are still young, and today they are new to the study, so it's normal that they can't keep up with everyone's progress. I will never blame a person who is innocent. "

"Your Highness the Eleventh, are you right?" Wei Chuxian's lips curled into a smile as he glanced at the anger that had gathered on the Ninth Prince's face, and his eyes fell on the soft little boy.

"Yes!" Wei Chuxian backed him up, and he naturally had to cooperate well. He glanced at the Ninth Prince, whose face was flushed from suffocation, and his hands were firmly pressed against the case, and Chen Heming was not ashamed of bullying the children. "Wei Shilang, can you say that sentence again?"

Wei Chuxian looked at His Highness the Eleventh Prince who was even cuter with his head tilted, and subconsciously showed a gentle smile on his face.

"There is nothing wrong with it. I just mentioned in "Mencius" that 'Don't coerce elders, don't coerce nobles, don't coerce brothers to become friends', Eleventh Highness, do you understand what it means?"

Chen Heming nodded, "The meaning of this sentence is..."

The young boy's still immature voice was extremely penetrating, and it penetrated directly into the ears of the emperor who came to check the princes' studies, and immediately made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is that eleven?" The emperor had mixed feelings about this unexpectedly born son.

Because of this child, he was read several books by officials in the previous dynasty, and Concubine Shu's grandfather who had already begged for bones also cried to him every day.

Furthermore, compared to an heir who is still in the womb of a court lady who doesn't know the gender, the Ninth Prince who is naturally difficult to deliver and weak makes him worry more.Coupled with a bit of sympathy for Concubine Shu, he paid less attention to the eleventh prince who was born later.

Unexpectedly, he almost caused a catastrophe because of his deliberate indulgence. Fortunately, the queen discovered it early.After all, Eleven is his child, so it's fine to treat him coldly, but his life cannot be broken in the hands of a woman.

Eunuch Cao memorized the faces of the masters and masters in the palace by heart. He craned his neck to look at him and replied with a smile, "It's the eleventh prince. Congratulations, Your Majesty. The princes are all talented and intelligent. There will be many princes in the future." Mutual support will last for tens of thousands of years."

After laughing and scolding Eunuch Cao's compliments, the emperor stood at the door and listened to Wei Chuxian's class before leaving satisfied.

Wei Chuxian was walking around the classroom, waiting for the bright yellow outside the door to turn around before slowly raising his head to look out the window.

"Wei Shilang?" Why didn't he stop in front of him?Chen Heming called out in doubt.

"Study carefully." With the book, Wei Chuxian patted the boy's head lightly twice, and Wei Chuxian sighed helplessly again.

Xu Shi was the No.1 person he saw after he fell into a coma, and His Royal Highness the Eleventh always loves to cling to him.

Although His Highness the Eleventh is Yuxue cute, with a well-behaved and sensible personality, which made him feel soft-hearted at the first sight, and he has grown fond of His Highness the Eleventh, but if he is distracted from his studies because he is a teacher, he is afraid. It is time to consider applying to His Majesty for a change of bachelor to teach.

Unaware that because of his clinginess, the future partner is thinking about running away, Chen Heming is still stretching his head to get under the book.

"Wei Shilang, this place will be louder when you knock on it. Would you like to try it?"

Wei Chuxian looked at the guy who didn't listen to his advice at all, feeling angry and soft-hearted.

"If you don't read it seriously, I will punish your Highness for copying the book!" Wei Chuxian threatened.

Chen Heming's pupils trembled, his big black eyes were filled with disbelief, and he looked at Wei Chuxian with a wrinkled face, as if he had been betrayed but could only endure the grievance.

"Okay." The aggrieved little brat pointed to the book and read it word by word without looking at Wei Chuxian.

Is this mad at him?Wei Chuxian laughed, and felt a little happy in his heart.

The current Eleventh Highness is much more lively than when we first met. He can laugh, act coquettishly and get angry. In the future, he will grow up to be the best boy in Dacheng.

Looking at the young man lazily lying on the rattan chair basking in the sun under the elm tree, what Wei Chuxian had in mind was still the pale and thin appearance of Chen Heming when he was young.

I always feel that the days when His Highness the Eleventh was hugged in his arms and hand in hand the words of the coach were still yesterday, but in fact, more than ten years have passed by in a flash, and the little boy of the past has grown into a handsome young man just as he expected.

"Your Highness Eleventh, have you sneaked out again?"

Chen Heming had already heard the familiar footsteps, but the warm autumn sun was so comfortable that he couldn't move.It wasn't until Wei Chuxian sat on the stone bench beside him that he slowly took off the veil covering his face and turned over.

"Your apprentice's lectures are not as interesting as yours. I'll come to you to make up lessons." Chen Heming poked at the silver stripes on the man's blue shirt, and came up with this reason again.

Wei Chuxian just felt as if he was being played by a naughty cat pulling his sleeves, and he lost his confidence when he said something that was not very tough, and it was completely repeating the same old tune.

"Your Highness the Eleventh, Ji Xing was the number one scholar in the last session. He is brilliant in writing, calm and resourceful. He is really a rare talent. I have also asked about the content of the lectures for you. Even I have learned something. How can I be so boring? People skipping class?"

Chen Heming's fingers for drawing embroidery patterns froze in the air, and his expression suddenly fell.

He suffered a serious crime when he was young, and his body was deficient. Even though Wei Chuxian took good care of him and healed up a lot these years, he was cold all over in winter, and his face was paler than ordinary people.

The dark eyeballs are in stark contrast to the pale complexion. The boy's curled eyelashes are like a butterfly with broken wings, struggling and trembling and flapping its wings. The light-colored lips are slightly red, and they look more fragile than the white jade offered by the Southern Kingdom. fragile.

"You call him Jixing but you don't want to call me by my name, and you always call yourself 'Weichen' in front of me, and you don't want to get any closer."

"In the past few days, you have always protected him. You don't allow me to say that he is not good, and you don't want to teach me anymore. Wei Shangshu, are you annoying me?"

Chen Heming's words were full of sorrow and self-pity. Wei Chuxian knew that he was trying to gain sympathy, but he still didn't want to let this carefree face cast a sad look, so he changed his words and said, "I didn't protect you. Him. Heming, I'm just worried about you."

"Although His Majesty has already built the palace for you, you still have to go to the study to continue studying. If you skip class again and let the Ninth Prince seize the excuse and report to His Majesty, I'm afraid you will be punished."

"I don't want to think about that position. There is nothing to be afraid of." Coaxed by soft words, Chen Heming smiled again, "I haven't settled with my father yet, but I built my Prince An's Mansion far away from your Shangshu Mansion. so far away!"

"It hurts that I waste more time every time I come to you."

Seeing the smile on Chen Heming's face again, Wei Chuxian also laughed and joked, "I picked up a well-behaved doll back then, but how did I grow into a clingy little rascal?"

"The carved beams and painted buildings of Prince An's Mansion that His Majesty built for you occupy a very large area. If it is built in a narrow place near here, it won't have the grandeur of a prince."

Chen Heming didn't care, he still muttered to himself, "Small is small, the palace is small and I just moved to live in your house."

"No." Wei Chuxian's fingertips trembled, and the already warm temperament accumulated over ten years was more like old wine, making people want to be drunk.

"I'm not old enough to let you live in and take care of me."

Chen Heming's face darkened, and he immediately retorted, "How old are you?!"

Wei Chuxian avoided the young man's aggressive gaze, shook his head and smiled calmly, "If you hadn't refused in every possible way, His Majesty would have given you a marriage and a family at your age. Watching you grow up, I am already old."

As if he didn't realize Chen Heming's displeasure, Wei Chuxian followed the jumping light spots with his eyes, his face was still peaceful.

"Your Highness, it's time for you to consider getting married."

Chen Heming's face was sinking like water, his sluggish figure had already sat upright, his star-like black eyes were fixed on Wei Chuxian for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to marry a wife?"

Wei Chuxian wanted to nod his head, but there was an unexplained stabbing pain in his heart, like being stabbed by a needle, it hurt so sharply.

"You are the prince, so naturally you want to marry a wife." Wei Chuxian said warmly with his head down, his face unable to distinguish between happiness and anger.

Although it was not directly stated, the meaning in the words was already very clear.Chen Heming clenched his fists and suppressed the itch in his throat. He said in a hoarse voice, "Wei Chuxian, do you remember why I don't want to call you uncle or sir?"

Wei Chuxian shook his head, "It's been too long, I have already forgotten."

Chen Heming looked at the man who had never looked at him before, and the root of his tongue felt bitter.

"Wei Chuxian, don't you really understand my intentions? Are you really not interested in me at all?"

Facing the young man's questioning, Wei Chuxian didn't say a word, just sat firmly on the stone bench, as if he didn't know anything.

After waiting for a long time to confirm that Wei Chuxian would not give him any response, Chen Heming moved his heavy and sore legs and stood up while supporting the wicker chair.

"Okay. I understand." The thin young man was on the verge of falling, his face paler than paper, "I will go to my father to marry me, and I won't bother Mr. Wei in the future." Walking outside, his complexion was so bad that one would suspect that he would fall to the ground in the next moment.

It wasn't until the boy's messy footsteps could no longer be heard that Wei Chuxian let go of his hands that were tucked into his sleeves.As the palm of the hand hangs down weakly, the white fingertips are oozing bright red, with a kind of enchanting and decadent beauty.

"Heming..." Wei Chuxian murmured, and the face that was smiling all the time finally turned bitter.

"sorry."

"Go to Lanxiang Pavilion." In the luxuriously decorated carriage, came the young man's cold voice, and the servant at the door of Wei's house was shocked.

Lan, Lan Xiangge? !His Highness the Eleventh is going to the Lanxiang Pavilion?

"Go and tell the master!" The servant stamped his feet anxiously.

Why is this little ancestor so angry today?

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Don’t worry about the two of them, I believe that stupid authors can only write about sweet mothers ▽●