61.
Prince Rui's mansion was separated from the newly purchased house by Lord Yan. After everyone in the mansion fell asleep at night, a tall figure quietly crossed the wall and landed firmly in the backyard.
Lord Yan patted the dust on his body and frowned slightly, thinking that the guards of the palace were too lax, so he would have to remind the little prince another day to be on guard.
Mr. Yan entered the little prince's wing effortlessly from the windowsill. The incense burner in the room was burning with incense to calm the nerves and help sleep. It was because he was afraid that the little prince would be too cold at night and would not be able to sleep well. The little prince smelled it every day. Fall asleep with this scent.
Mr. Yan walked to the edge of the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, did nothing, just watched the little prince sound asleep, and didn't leave until it was almost dawn.
Every night after that, Lord Yan would appear in the little prince's room.
He found that the little prince didn't sleep well, sometimes punching and kicking in the bed, and sometimes whimpering sadly.
Lord Yan leaned in and listened, and only heard three words clearly: Brother Yan.
Lord Yan's whole heart was tightened, he carefully lifted the quilt of the little prince, lay down beside him and hugged him tightly.
Later, when Qiaoqiao was cleaning the house, he found that the incense in the incense burner had already burned out, and Qiaoqiao rejoiced: "It seems that the little prince has recently become accustomed to the climate here, and he can sleep well without incense. ."
The little prince sat on the bedside holding the stove, smiling and not speaking.
62.
In the evening, the little prince had another nightmare, in which he returned to the night he was assassinated in the palace.
Lord Yan fell heavily in front of him, and he was extremely frightened, even more frightened than knowing that he might be silenced by the emperor.
Without hesitation, he used all his strength to carry Lord Yan on his shoulders, and then walked to the Imperial Physician Hall on the muddy snow.
On that day, he walked for nearly an hour on a road that could have been covered with a stick of incense.
When he was pushed to the ground by Lord Yan before, he stabbed his foot. Now every step he took, there would be a heart-wrenching pain in his ankle, but he didn't dare to cry, because he was afraid that he would not have the strength to support the Imperial Physician Hall.
There was a faint breath on his back, and that was his whole world, even though he had just learned that this whole world did not belong to him.
The little prince, who was immersed in his sleep, sobbed slightly, tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.
Lord Yan's heart was stabbed again, and he involuntarily put his lips to the little prince's eyebrows to comfort him gently.
The warm touch made the little prince gradually stop sobbing, but Lord Yan learned to be dissatisfied, and moved his lips down a little bit, moving towards his eyebrows, his cheeks, and then he directly grabbed them. His lips, kissed carefully.
The little prince was woken up by the kiss and looked at him with wide eyes.
Lord Yan let go of his mind and said softly, "Xiao Jiu..."
The little prince said with a sullen face: "It's better to call me the prince, you are disrespectful."
63.
The little prince made a stern statement in front of Lord Yan that he was not allowed to come again in the future.
"How about it again?" Lord Yan asked.
The little prince didn't think about how to answer, and he faltered and pretended to be fierce: "If you come again, just... I'll move the palace away!"
Although there is no deterrent, Lord Yan still said cooperatively: "I don't dare."
The next day, Mr. Yan didn't appear again, he didn't knock on the door during the day, and he didn't come to accompany the bed at night.
The little prince couldn't sleep again, and the quilt was a little cold, so he called Qiaoqiao up to burn the stove.
The little prince huddled in the bed and hugged himself, thinking that he was so fierce that day, and Lord Yan was afraid that he would return to Beijing.
At noon the next day, as soon as the little prince opened the door, a pigeon flew in from outside. The pigeon raised its legs towards the little prince, revealing a roll of letters.
The little prince took it down and looked at it, and the letter wrote: It will snow heavily today and the weather is freezing cold. The prince should try not to go out. Yan Heng.
On the third day, the pigeon sent another letter: Today, there is a candied fruit outside the palace. The taste is better than the one in the capital. The prince can give it a try. Yan Heng.
On the fourth day, the pigeon came again. This time it flew a little slower. It flew high and fell twice. The little prince thought the pigeon was injured and quickly checked it, but he saw that a small piece of wood was tied to the pigeon's leg, and it was carved on it. A little rabbit.
The way of carving is a little blunt, and it is much worse than the previous collection of the little prince, and the little prince reluctantly accepted it.
On the fifth day, the pigeons came a little late. The little prince had been waiting for a while. He hurriedly took down the letter, with only four words on it:
I like you.