71.
The little prince has a clear mind, and even if Lord Yan doesn't say anything about the rest, he can guess seven or eight points.
Yet he sat quietly and said nothing.
When Mr. Yan saw that he didn't say anything, his heart became more and more reluctant.
In the past, he only knew that the little prince was born to laugh and lived a heartless life, but later he realized that he just didn't easily reveal the pain in his heart to outsiders.
He hid all his thoughts in his heart, and waited until late at night to cry secretly in his sleep.
Lord Yan's chest was tumbling for a while, he wanted to hug his little prince, but he saw the little prince lowered his head and carefully stroked his scar.
"Does it still hurt?" the little prince asked.
"It doesn't hurt. A few days ago, I fell ill because I didn't have a rest on the road. Now it's fine."
The little prince nodded, his hands kept moving, and he continued to ask, "Did you mean what you said in the letter yesterday?"
"Yes." Lord Yan answered firmly, so serious that he almost swore to God.
However, the next second was blocked by the little prince: "But I heard you call his name that day. You didn't tell me that you liked him."
Lord Yan's heart sank.
72.
When Lord Yan and the emperor were young, they were close brothers and sisters, and occasionally they would use their names to play with each other, but as they got older, Lord Yan realized that he should not have thoughts, and since then he only dared to secretly keep it in his heart.
On that day, he thought that the assassin was going to take the emperor's life, but he shouted out in a hurry.
That love is a secret that Lord Yan has been carrying for many years. He thought that now he has something else in his heart, and he can let it slowly rot in his stomach in the future, but he did not expect that the little prince would find it.
Although he suffered physical suffering for the little prince, he also stabbed him fiercely in his heart at the same time.
Lord Yan couldn't tell for a while whether he was distressed or guilty. He took the little prince into his arms, kissed his hair gently and said over and over again, "I'm sorry..."
I'm sorry I didn't recognize my heart earlier.
Sorry for not telling you earlier.
73.
The little prince sniffed and complained with a little nasal voice, "You haven't called me by my name."
Lord Yan immediately followed his kindness and hugged him and called out, "Lin Hong, Flood..."
The tone was too gentle, the little prince was shouted so numbly that his face was really red, and he wriggled away from Lord Yan's arms, and he was not allowed to shout again.
The little prince changed the subject: "Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, this prince agrees with you to come to my house to eat dumplings."
Lord Yan smiled and said, "Okay."
The little prince said sternly: "Don't misunderstand, you cheated on this king's feelings first, and this king didn't mean to forgive you. During the winter solstice, you invited me to eat dumplings, and now I invite you to exchange with ordinary courtesy."
Lord Yan held back his smile: "I know the prince."
72.
On New Year's Eve, Lord Yan finally passed the gate and stepped into Prince Rui's mansion.
Everyone sat around the table and made dumplings like the night of the winter solstice. The little prince's skills were not improved compared to before, so he simply gave up doing it himself, and sat on the side watching other people make dumplings.
Master Yan raised his head halfway, just to meet the scorching gaze of the little prince, who hurriedly turned his head away, pretending not to care.
Lord Yan didn't say anything, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
In the evening, the little prince ate copper coins for the first dumpling, indicating a good omen for the coming year. Although it is not known whether it was deliberately arranged by some people, the little prince was still very satisfied.
73.
In order to please the prince, the servants in the palace bought a lot of fireworks from the market in advance.
The little prince rarely enjoys this kind of folk fireworks show in the palace, so he lost himself in excitement, pulled up Lord Yan and rushed out of the house to watch, unaware that he was holding his hand in Lord Yan's palm.
The fireworks slowly bloomed in the air, the little prince looked up at the fireworks, and Lord Yan looked down at the little prince.
The little prince's lips were slightly parted, and he could see the spirit. Lord Yan could also see God, and couldn't help kissing him.
The little prince was startled, but he didn't push it away. He quietly closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of tenderness between his lips and tongue.
The lips parted as soon as they touched, the little prince's eyes were wet, and there was a lot of criticism in his mouth: "You blocked me from seeing the fireworks."
Lord Yan said apologetically, "Look, my lord, I won't disturb you."
After Master Yan finished speaking, he took a half step back, and the little prince bit his lip in disappointment.
The little prince fought for a moment in his heart, and quietly pulled Lord Layan's sleeve: "It's better to continue disturbing."
The corners of Mr. Yan's mouth rose slightly, and he clenched his hand and stopped teasing him: "You can kiss me anytime you want, and fireworks are only once a year."
"But I like you more." The little prince whispered.
Straightforward affection is still as unpredictable as before, just because that love has never subsided.
Fortunately, Lord Yan won't hesitate any more this time. He held up the little prince's face reverently and kissed it heavily.