Murong Qianjue suddenly left the stands at some point, and Dongfang Jing felt that her already stiff neck could finally move.
Prime Minister's Mansion, by the lotus pond.
A little boy over three years old is throwing a pastry in his hand and teasing the koi in the pond.
"Chirp—"
Suddenly, the bushes made a strange sound.
The little boy thought it was a cricket, and immediately threw away the pastry in his hand, pricked up his ears, tightened his steps, and tiptoed towards the edge of the grass...
"Chirp chirp chirp... chirp chirp..."
There were several calls in a row.
The little boy's curiosity was hooked to the extreme, he directly picked up a large lotus leaf scattered on the ground, hugged the lotus leaf and rushed forward!
"Oh hello!" Murong Qianjue jumped out holding his nose.
"Ghost! Ghost—"
It was getting late, and the little boy was immediately startled by his face wearing a ghost skin mask, and couldn't stop crying "Wow", humming for a long time before he realized, "You are Brother Fusu?! "
Murong Qianjue curled his lips into a smile, twisted his slender fingers, and nodded on his red nose, "You little heartless, you have not seen me for a few days, and you actually start to dislike brother's looks? Laughing at me for looking like a ghost?" ?!"
The little boy shook his head again and again, and hurriedly explained, "No, no... that's not the case! Han'er didn't mean that, Brother Fusu, don't misunderstand!"
The little boy is still young after all, because he was anxious, he stuttered when speaking!
Murong Qianjue froze there without saying a word, looking as if he was angry.
The little boy rubbed his face towards him, and said flatteringly, "Brother Fusu, don't be angry, it's agreed, you still have to teach Han'er to fight crickets! Now Princess Zhaoyang and Princess Jingle fight with Han'er every day." Fighting crickets, Han'er is two or three months older than them, so she can't lose to these two stinky girls!"
"It's really naughty!" Murong Qianjue stretched out his hand to pat his forehead again, and then hugged him up, "Brother Fusu won't teach you cricket fighting today, but show you to play with other things, okay?"
"What else is fun?" The little boy's eyes widened in surprise. Since three months ago, he ran into Brother Fusu in the palace, Brother Fusu would always teach him some interesting things! The father is very busy, and he will only accompany him when he is free, while the mother and concubine... In a year, he can only see the mother and concubine two or three times.
Murong Qianjue tapped his toes lightly, as if his body was lifted by a strong wind, he led the little boy to leap up on the lotus pond.
The little boy first closed his eyes in fright, hugged Murong Qianjue's body tightly, then narrowed his eyes, and finally exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! It's flying! Han'er is flying! Han'er will fly!" Fly!"
Murong Qianjue leaned into his ear and said, "Prince Seventeen, how about I teach you lightness kung fu today?"
"Good! Good!" The little boy clapped his hands repeatedly in his arms.
Murong Qianjue got his consent, and once again exerted his strength, this time, he directly hugged the Seventeenth Prince over the courtyard wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and headed towards the back mountain!
Just as Dongfang Jing was in a state of desperation, Eunuch Li was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he rushed towards this side, knelt down in front of Emperor Ning with a "plop", and said with a pale face, "Your Majesty! It's not good! The Seventeenth Prince Gone!"
"What?!" Emperor Ning, who was watching the play with a smile on his face, immediately jumped up and sat up, glared at Eunuch Li, and scolded, "What did you say?! Han'er disappeared?!"
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