When I woke up the next day, the sun was more dazzling than usual. It shone brightly on my face and made my cheeks a little hot. I had to get up sleepily. After washing, I prepared to go to the dining room to meet me.

Let's have dinner together with my father. Counting the time, he should not have gone out to go to morning service yet.

To get to the dining hall, I had to pass by the main hall. When I passed by with a yawn, I saw a man standing in the middle of the main hall, with his back to me. He was wearing a cold white robe, with a long body and a jade crown with half a bunch of black hair.

, there is an awe-inspiring and ethereal feeling.

My father came out of the dormitory just in time, bowed to the man and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here to visit me, and I am sorry to hear you come from afar. I hope Your Highness the Crown Prince will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Xie Yan still cherished his words like gold.

My father saw me stunned at the door and quickly called me, "Xiaoqiu, why don't you come over and salute His Highness the Crown Prince?"

I had no choice but to step forward with a slumped face, tilted my head and made a less than standard salute, "Common people, please see Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Xie Yan glanced at me indifferently, then turned to talk to my father, treating me like nothing. I thought with my villain heart that he still resented me for not listening to him yesterday and following him back to the Prince's Mansion.

Humph, who cares, I am also a little angry.

"What are your orders for His Highness the Crown Prince's visit today?" My father's attitude was very respectful. "Actually, there is no need to trouble the Crown Prince. All you need to do is send someone to your door to give the orders."

Xie Yan faced my father, but he was not as arrogant as he was to me. He only nodded slightly and said, "Master Feng was injured because he was injured. He was worried about his injury and could not sleep well at night, so he came early in the morning to disturb the prime minister. I hope the prime minister will not

Sorry."

As expected, Xie Yan has two faces. This upright appearance of advancing and retreating appropriately is not at all as ferocious as he was when he bullied me yesterday. To people other than me, he is elegant, gentle and generous. To me, he is ruthless and ruthless.

And he’s full of lies!

Yesterday he said he was kissing me just for fun, and today he said these nice words to my father just to coax me back to the Prince's Mansion to work as a free laborer. I was so angry that my teeth itched.

I cursed my thanks a thousand times in my heart, but then I heard my father say, "In that case, if His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't mind, then let's have breakfast together. Yesterday, the imperial doctor had seen Xiaoqiu's injury. As long as he takes good care of it,

If you rest, you can get better as soon as possible."

I glanced at my father and shook my head slightly at him, but he preconceived that I was being naughty, so he turned a blind eye and ordered the kitchen to serve food. My resisting eyes even fell into Xie Yan's eyes.

He gently opened his lips towards me and said two words to me silently.

“Fun.”

What he said was just fun. Damn it, I was so angry that my head was smoking. I could only say to my dad, "Dad, I suddenly lost my appetite. I won't eat. I'm going back to my room."

When Xie Yan saw me like this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a trace of amusement in his eyes. I knew that he wanted to make me angry on purpose, in order to get back at me for not listening to him yesterday, such a stingy guy.

Naturally, my father refused and scolded me angrily, "You're nonsense, how can you not eat? Feng Muqiu, stop here and wait here."

My father would only call me by my full name when he was angry. I could only walk to the dining room angrily, and was stopped by my father again. "Take His Royal Highness to the dining room. Take good care of him and don't be petty."

.”

How could I dare to act petty in front of Xie Yan? I retorted quietly in my heart. I could only stretch my hand in the direction of the dining room and said languidly, "Your Highness, please go this way."

On weekdays when I am in the Prince's Mansion, I stand and wait on Xie Yan while sitting and writing, so I often forget that Xie Yan is much taller than me.

He walked directly in front of me, with broad shoulders and waist, and his sleeves carried the breeze as he walked. I walked behind, looking at his back in trance. Xie Yan's back was wider than my father's. If I could lie on his

Sleeping on your back will be very comfortable.

I was lost in thought, but I didn't expect Xie Yan to suddenly turn around.

I couldn't stop my steps and ran straight into his arms. Xie Yan always had a cold fragrance that seemed to be there, like the fragrance of pine, and like the white snow in winter. It was light and cold. I couldn't bear it.

He took a big breath.

Xie Yan didn't show any signs of throwing himself into my arms. He just stood there and let me sniff him, like a cat that smells fishy smell.

He put his hands loosely around my waist and looked at me condescendingly, his gray eyes facing the morning light, like two dim and beautiful glass beads.

I don’t know how long he had been holding on to his clothes and sniffing me like this before he suddenly spoke and said to me calmly, “Your father is here.”

I just popped out of his arms as if I had just woken up from a dream, and looked around with a guilty conscience. As expected, Xie Yan was right. My father walked out of the main hall and said with a smile, "The dining room is over here. Your Highness, please."

So what exactly did Xie Yan want to do when he turned around just now? I am a disciple and can’t figure it out.

Xie Yan and my father had many topics in common, ranging from current policies to the customs of neighboring countries, from poetry to philosophy of life. I was bored and playing with my fingers, waiting eagerly for breakfast to finally arrive.

My father didn't know Xie Yan's food preferences. The breakfast table was mostly filled with my favorite breakfast. My father greeted Xie Yan warmly, "Your Highness, try it. This place is naturally not as good as the royal chef in the palace. If you don't like it, I'll let you go."

The cook will make some other snacks again."

"It's okay, Prime Minister, please use it." Xie Yan looked calm.

Although he behaves impeccably, I know he doesn't like these snacks. He usually drinks salty milk tea in the morning. There is none on the table now, so I don't expect him to eat too much.

Thinking of this, I ate some snacks and prepared to ask the kitchen to make some salty milk tea.

At this time, Xiaoman suddenly came in. He saluted the prince and greeted my father. Then he handed me the letter in his hand, "Sir, this is the letter sent by Mr. Yuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yan cast his sharp and cold eyes at me. His face was stunned, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his fingers on the table were curled up, as if he wanted to kill me on the table with his eyes.

I suddenly remembered what I said to Xie Yan, and immediately distanced myself from the relationship, "Didn't I always let you burn it? Why don't you remember it today?"

Xiaoman felt a little aggrieved and said, "I thought so too, but the boy over there kept saying that their young master was very ill and asked me to give this letter to him."

I sneered. Even if the beast Yuan Ye died of illness, he was still doing harm to the people. Just when he was about to speak, Xie Yan spoke leisurely. He held a porcelain-white spoon with his slender fingertips and drank the porridge slowly, but he said to me

, "Since Mr. Yuan is so interested in you, then you should take a look and repay Mr. Yuan for his sincerity."

Although he said this, his cold and stern eyes poked me out several times, and his tone was different from his usual, a bit strange. Even my father could see it and said to me, "His Royal Highness is here today."

, you should not disturb his mood with these private matters, and we will deal with them later."

I was too lazy to deal with Yuan Ye. Even if Xie Yan wanted to force me to read the letter, I didn't want to read it. I said to Xiao Man firmly, "Even if he dies and the suicide note is delivered, you can just burn it."

"

"I understand, sir." Xiaoman knew that he had overstepped his bounds, so he admitted his mistake and went out.

In the following time, Xie Yan only talked to my father. Sometimes I couldn't help but interrupt, and he would stop, look at me with cold eyes, and then stop answering, leaving me completely embarrassed.

After breakfast, my father invited Xie Yan to go to the morning court with him. I walked them to the door, but Xie Yan still ignored me and didn't even look at me.

I couldn't understand why he was angry, and I was a little entangled in my heart, wondering whether I should say something to him to make him happy.

Xie Yan's chariot stopped at the door of my house. It was gorgeous and expensive, with exotic bells hung on the four corners. When the wind blew, it would make a tinkling sound. I thought about it, and decided to take the salty milk tea prepared in the kitchen.

He took his hand and walked to the chariot.

"Thank you, thank you." I called out several times, but thank you didn't respond. I could only use my uninjured hand to open the curtain. When I saw Xie Yan, he closed his eyes and rested in the car. He was obviously

He heard it, but he just didn’t want to pay attention to me.

The space inside the car was very large, and it was covered with soft silk blankets and smelled of delicious incense. I could only put the salty milk tea aside and crawl over slowly.

When I crawled to Xie Yan's side, he opened his eyes quietly, raised his thin lips slightly, and said to the attendant outside the car, "Let's go."

I immediately felt the wheels begin to roll slowly, but I was still on top of the chariot.

"What are you here for?"

Xie Yan lowered his eyes to look at me. His eyelashes were much longer than ordinary people, his pupils were pale, and his nose was very high. When he looked down at people, he looked a bit arrogant and impatient.

"I'll bring you milk tea." I pointed to the milk tea I just brought as if I was taking credit.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I called you, but you didn't respond to me, so I had to come up to you." I explained the truth to him in detail.

But he still looked very unhappy. He looked at my face coldly for a while and then suddenly said, "Feng Muqiu, you look so ordinary. Why on earth is Yuan Ye pursuing you so hard?"
Chapter completed!