Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

The boy had narrow eyes and long eyelashes that cast a large shadow on his face. There was a star-like mole on the bridge of his nose, which appeared and disappeared at the junction of light and dark.

His face was pale and covered in blood, his hair was torn into a mess, his silver hair crown had hung to one side, and there was a big tear in his sleeve, revealing his rubbed elbows. He looked extremely disheveled.

Although he looked very embarrassed, his outstanding appearance and the mole on his nose were exactly the same as in his previous life. He was Feng Zhan Ye, just a size smaller.

Gu Qingzhi was stunned. She had racked her brains to find a way to get close to Feng Zhanye, but why didn't she remember that he was only a teenager at the moment!

What kind of revenge is this?

"do not come!"

The candle in his hand flickered, and his voice trembled with nervousness.

Gu Qingzhi stopped and didn't move forward. She even planned to leave right away, but she saw that the child seemed to be using the candle in his hand to burn the bed curtains. The hot wax dripped onto his hands but he didn't let go at all.

So he burned the house to save his life because he was being assassinated?

This action might have made him mistake her for an assassin!

Seeing that the bed curtains were about to spark, Gu Qingzhi found an excuse, knelt on the ground and bowed to the young man: "I am a guard of the Prime Minister's residence. I found a thief sneaking into the other courtyard and came to check. The thief is dead. I am sorry to have frightened Your Highness just now."

Feng Zhanye tilted his head doubtfully, looked at the assassin lying beside him and outside the screen, and then dropped the hot candle.

"You can go back. We don't need guards here. I'll be fine by myself."

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhanye ordered her to leave. He turned his back to her, his hands at his sides shaking constantly.

Only then did Gu Qingzhi realize that his hands were covered with blisters from the burns from the wax.

"your hands……"

Gu Qingzhi stood up with a frown on her face, and had no intention of leaving. She stepped forward and was about to hold the boy's hand, but was pushed away.

"I said I don't need guards, get out of here!" Feng Zhanye shouted loudly, not knowing what had happened.

Tsk, he may be small, but he has a big temper.

Gu Qingzhi had no time to care about his feelings. She only knew that she couldn't let the blisters on her hands stay overnight, otherwise her hands would be rotten.

She grabbed his wrist, exerted a little force, and refused to let go no matter how he struggled.

How could a child's strength be compared with Gu Qingzhi, who had practiced martial arts for many years? Feng Zhanye naturally couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

"Don't touch me!"

Seeing that she didn't let go, Feng Zhanye became even more anxious. He lowered his head and tried his best to fight her.

"Don't move."

Gu Qingzhi just thought that this child was troublesome, so she pulled his hand over, fumbled in his arms for a long time, and took out a small medicine box.

This is the wound ointment that my brother made specifically for her because he was afraid she would get hurt.

She opened the lid of the box, scooped out a piece of the ointment inside, and applied it to the blisters on Feng Zhanye's hands.

The sudden coolness made Feng Zhanye shudder, and the blisters on his hands slowly stopped being hot. He looked up and found that the person in front of him was applying medicine on his hands.

After being stunned for a moment, he actually laughed with evil humor: "If you dare to touch me, you will not live for many days."

What a bad temper!

Gu Qingzhi complained inwardly and ignored his threats.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, the boy felt a little bored and turned his face away from her.

Everyone in Kyoto knew that he was carrying an evil spirit and that no one should be approached, but Gu Qingzhi knew that this so-called "evil spirit" would collapse on its own in a few years, so what was there for her to be afraid of?

Gu Qingzhi applied the ointment in a few strokes, then tore off a piece of bandage she carried with her and wrapped Feng Zhanye's hands tightly.

The boy looked at his hands that were tangled like bear paws and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will go find a maid to help you change your clothes and wash up."

Gu Qingzhi put the ointment away and turned to leave, but she heard Feng Zhanye's voice from behind her.

"Don't bother. I'm the only one here. Where did the maid come from?"

Gu Qingzhi paused and looked back at him, only to see him leaning against the window tiredly, and he didn't seem to be joking.

"Are you a guard here? How come you don't know this?"

Seeing Gu Qingzhi hesitate, he rolled his eyes and moved forward with difficulty while holding up his "bear paw".

"Okay, you can go back."

He wanted to jump down from the window by his own strength, but after moving for a long time, he only moved half an inch.

Just as he was kicking his legs in sweat, a pair of hands reached under his armpits and lifted him up.

This child is really thin! This was Gu Qingzhi's first impression.

The teenager had no flesh on his body and was as light as an eight or nine-year-old child.

Feng Zhanye's ribs were so prominent that they hurt Gu Qingzhi's fingers.

"what are you doing!"

The boy's ears quickly turned red, and just as he was about to explode, his feet fell to the ground.

Instead of listening to him and leaving, Gu Qingzhi brushed the dust off his clothes as if nothing had happened, turned around and dragged the bodies of the two assassins out of the door, only to find that there was really no one in the courtyard.

He doesn't say a word. What a weird person!

Are you finally leaving now?

Feng Zhanye was thinking about it, and after a while he saw Gu Qingzhi walk in again as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing here again?"

"I'm not leaving."

"Then you just..."

"The body has been thrown away."

……

Gu Qingzhi answered casually, not caring at all about the astonishment on Feng Zhanye's face.

She took out a half-dry towel from somewhere and handed it to Feng Zhanye: "Wipe your face."

Feng Zhanye looked at her hand suspiciously and turned his head away unconsciously.

"It's washed with well water, very clean."

Gu Qingzhi seemed to know what he was thinking and reminded him at the right time by covering his face with a towel.

Feng Zhanye curled his lips and reluctantly cooperated with her, wiping the blood off his face.

Gu Qingzhi became busy again, lifting up the quilt on the bed and shaking off the thick layer of dust, and doing the same with the pillow.

While Feng Zhanye was drying his face, she had already made the bed.

Gu Qingzhi turned around and happened to see Feng Zhanye with his arms folded, looking at her inquiringly.

"What are your intentions?"

Feng Zhanye seemed to have no idea what Gu Qingzhi was doing. Everyone was avoiding him. Could it be that this person wanted to take care of him?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"I feel sorry for Your Highness." Gu Qingzhi said casually.

After hearing this, Feng Zhanye's body trembled noticeably. He opened his mouth as if to refute something, but then lowered his head.

Yes, no wonder others feel pity for him.

The third prince of the current dynasty was driven out of the palace by his own father because of his evil spirit. In such a large prime minister's mansion, only this dilapidated villa can accommodate him.

Gu Qingzhi knew that she had said the wrong thing. She was silent for a while and then proposed an idea that even she thought was ridiculous.

"If your highness doesn't mind, I will stay here and take care of you."

Anyway, I will have to cling to Feng Zhanye's thigh to take revenge in the future, so I might as well cling to him now. At least I can take credit for taking care of him when I was a child.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhanye did not refuse, but pursed his lips and spoke in a muffled voice.

"up to you."