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It was late at night, and even in summer, the temperature plummeted.
Halfway to the time limit Helang said, Zhen Puyang was still wearing a satin singlet casually worn during the day when he was greedy for coolness. At this time, he was sticking to the base of the wall, and the cold was eroding his skin little by little.
The night was cool and the surroundings were silent, and there was no one cleaning up and down, bringing tea and water. It looks increasingly lonely.
Zhen Puyang stared at the empty wall, thinking like the man said, but he thought for so long, and he didn't feel that he was half wrong.
If it was someone else who dared to speak to him so disrespectfully, or even provoke him, he would have already skinned him. It's not like now, he just cursed back, but he still had to be punished.
He hated his dignified younger brother, who was usually so docile in front of his husband, but had a different face when facing him behind his back. He just wanted him to tear off his face severely.
What is he capable of? Isn't it good at disguising? Zhen Puyang was full of dissatisfaction, and at the same time, he suddenly realized the danger of such a person.
It was also thanks to his patience for so many years that everyone thought he was kind and respectful. The plot at this moment was naturally not true in the eyes of others. And he has always been synonymous with being unreasonable. Without any explanation, in ordinary people's thinking, the fault must be attributed to him.
Perhaps because of sleepiness, Zhen Puyang yawned, his eyes were moist, and through the occasional tears, stubbornness and grievances inevitably surged up, pressing down on his heart with an overwhelming attitude.
He never knew that he would be so cowardly, and the tears were naturally secreted like this. Any trace of distrust from the husband was like small sharp needles, which made him feel uncomfortable.
After a long time, his body was very tired, so he simply sat on the floor facing the wall, but as soon as he sat down, the sleepiness became deeper, Zhen Puyang couldn't help closing his eyes, fell down slightly, and sneezed during the period, and finally, What has been lingering in his mind is the last gaze that man gave him...
It's just that he didn't know that from the beginning to the end, there was a figure in the yard, without making a sound, just standing there silently, looking at the young man facing the wall.
It wasn't until he saw the boy in front of him fell asleep that waves appeared on Helang's face. How could a prince fall down on the cold floor in the courtyard
He hurriedly took a soft blanket with fluffy fluff, stretched his hands, and wrapped the boy leaning against the wall. He wanted to pat his face and tell him to get up and go back to sleep in the dormitory, but he touched his His cheeks were icy cold.
Startled, Helang frowned even more, and hugged the boy in his arms with a blanket very uneasy.
If the child really had a cold, not to mention whether the emperor would be angry with him, even he himself would not be able to overcome the hurdle in his heart.
His movements were very gentle, for fear of disturbing the young man, he just wanted to quietly carry him back to the dormitory so that he could have a good rest, but the young man was obviously not so slow, and the moment Helang touched him, he had already straightened up. It was only when he sensed the familiar breath that he relaxed.
When the body was hugged by this person, Zhen Puyang sniffed, and immediately pressed his cheek against his chest.
Helang thought it was the reason he sneezed just now, and he was even more sure that he had caught a cold, and it was all his fault. It was time to stop and come earlier. It was late and the wind was cold. When I went back, I must let His Highness drink it. Some ginger soup.
Zhen Puyang's cold body was covered by gentle temperature, his already numb limbs warmed up in an instant, and his body fell into a comfortable embrace.
In front of him is the chest of the husband, and his beautiful neck is looking up, his nose is full of his breath, such an unprecedented intimate contact makes his heart beat violently.
He was mostly angry and resentful just now, but now he has the urge to shed tears.
Didn't this person misunderstand him and take the initiative to punish him? How could he appear here? Is it enough for two hours
It's a pity that Zhen Puyang's mind has been swept by sleepiness at this time, his mind is unclear, his eyes are hazy, and he wants to explain incoherently.
"Hush." Knowing that he was sleepy, Helang pressed his mouth, curled the corners of his mouth comfortingly, showed a shallow smile, stroked his somewhat messy hair, and replied softly: "I know Yes, I know that although you have a domineering temper, you will not insult people for no reason."
As he spoke, there was a warm light in his eyes.
Although his highness was called the devil of the world and said how naughty and savage he was, he felt that this child's heart was truly pure, straightforward, without any trickery, and he could intuitively feel his likes and dislikes.
Although his disposition is good, it will become a shortcoming on his road to becoming an emperor. It is easy for someone with a heart to control his weakness and manipulate his emotions, thus ruining the overall situation.
But this is not a problem at present, because he will try his best to remove all obstacles for his highness. It's just that after he left this world, he hoped that His Highness would still be able to act impeccably.
He stroked Zhen Puyang's hair, revealing a slight tangle.
If possible, he hoped that his highness would always be so innocent, but at this time, his highness should grow up.
After all, growing up is a process that will gradually make you become the person you hated at the beginning.
Hearing what Helang said, Zhen Puyang softened all of a sudden, feeling relieved, but still asked a little angrily: "Then sir!" Is it possible that such a punishment of himself is intentional
Seeing that sad face finally returned to normal, Helang freed up one hand, tucked in the blanket, and hugged his long-armed and long-legged body.
Zhen Puyang can no longer be called a child, it is really difficult to hold such a big man, but fortunately, He Lang is not all literati who are powerless.
He took a deep breath, carried the awkward older child in his arms, and explained as he walked: "I am not punishing His Highness for insulting Ren'er, but punishing His Highness for his impulse."
He knew that Pu Ren was not as pure and innocent as he had shown, and there might be a little disappointment, but it would definitely not affect him who was focused on His Highness.
"A gentleman must hold his breath... His Highness must learn to restrain himself and restrain his emotions, so that people will not see your thoughts all at once, and be deliberately stimulated by others using His Highness's emotions as weaknesses and excuses. Even control you."
Herron taught in a gentle voice, not lacking in some trivial words.
"I don't know what the boy said to you—but you ought to be calm."
Zhen Puyang clutched the skirt of his chest guiltily, and nodded.
After that, he didn't get bored at all, and just listened quietly.
She leaned her ear against his chest, felt the slight vibration when he spoke, and felt an unprecedented peace in her heart, feeling that everything the Tai Tuo said was right and so reasonable.
The bright moon in the sky was shining with silver light, illuminating the whole sky high and far away, while the moonlight falling on the mortal world illuminated the way for them, and the finely carved aisles in the palace became hazy at this moment hazy.
Fortunately, Helang's eyesight is not weak, and he can see things even without turning on the lights. The silent palace in the middle of the night is very lonely, but there are also different views. It just so happens that both of them hope that the current time can slow down and appreciate this rare time.
Zhen Puyang nestled in Helang's arms, his face was covered by the soft long hair on the blanket, and his face was itchy from being scratched, he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and called out to Helang: "Mr. .”
"Huh?" Helang looked up at the bright moon in the sky that seemed to be changing with their footsteps, and let out a single sound from his nose.
"Yang'er is so cold..." Seeing that his gaze was not on him, Zhen Puyang couldn't help shouting, implying that he would turn his attention back to himself.
"Hmm." Heron bowed his head, wrapping his arms around the blanket and the person in his arms.
Zhen Puyang bent his mouth contentedly, leaned his head on his not-so-thick chest, sniffed the light breath on Helang's body, felt the slight bumps when he walked step by step, and gradually warmed up his frozen limbs, It also contributed to his drowsiness, and he actually fell asleep in Helang's arms.
He sent Zhen Puyang back to the bedroom, but Zhen Puyang refused to let him go.
The night was also dark. The maidservant who held the lamp had served His Royal Highness for many years. Seeing that he refused to get off the Tai Tuo for so long, she naturally knew some subtle truths. She was afraid that His Highness would really wake up, so she softly advised him to stay and rest. .
Helpless, Helang had no choice but to take off his clothes and rest with him, hugging the quilt to sleep, and had a good night's dream.
The next day, the maid who held the lamp was promoted.
Zhen Puyang nodded in satisfaction, turned over from the bed, and leaned over the still sleeping Taifu, with a warm light in his eyes, and his slender fingers carefully brushed his eyebrows. "Then let's see how much you will love me?"
After receiving his continuous care and concern, Zhen Puyang also rarely wanted to respond, but he racked his brains and couldn't think of how to please him.
Although he has never cared much about the throne, since the husband wants him to sit in that position, maybe he can give it a try? The condition of the exchange is that he wants him to treat him as before in the long run, preferably with tenderness for the rest of his life.
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