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

Her fingers caressed his back, bringing about a tingling sensation, as if he was walking on clouds, making him completely powerless.

This feeling was so humiliating that he involuntarily tensed his back and dared not release the force at all.

He didn't even dare to breathe, he just closed his eyes and hoped it would be over quickly.

But it seemed as if God was determined to play a trick on him. Not only did his fingers show no sign of leaving, but Gu Qingzhi's voice came from behind him: "Does it hurt? Then let me blow it for you?"

Before Feng Zhanye could react, he felt a cool air blowing out of her mouth.

He felt a slight chill on his back and his body froze for a moment. A strange feeling spread all over his body, and he felt hot for no reason.

The feeling was particularly obvious between the waist and abdomen, with a layer of fine sweat oozing out of the burning heat. The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the throbbing in the chest became increasingly difficult to control.

"Does it still hurt?"

Gu Qingzhi was unaware of his change and continued to ask him with concern, but the moment he froze, a hint of cunning appeared in her eyes.

I didn't expect that this kid, who is so grown up, is still ticklish.

Feng Zhanye was startled by the question and could only shake his head quickly. He was extremely glad that he had his back to Gu Qingzhi. If she saw him looking so useless, he would probably be teased again.

Finally, Gu Qingzhi finished applying the medicine for him and reached out to pull up his clothes. Only then did the boy breathe a sigh of relief.

"How's the spot where you fell this morning? Do you want some paint on it too?"

Hearing her ask this question, Feng Zhanye remembered where he had fallen and felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. His face was so hot that it felt like it was cooked. He hurriedly shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no!"

Seeing that he was as shy as before, Gu Qingzhi's mouth corners twitched slightly.

Of course she knew that he was fine, she just thought it was funny and teased him on purpose.

After dinner, Feng Zhanye bent over the table and quietly copied books, while Gu Qingzhi sat at the door of the back hall and played with Xiaohua.

The little civet cat was very friendly. It stepped on her shoulders to reach the straw rope in her hand. They were having fun when Wu Fang came over with a shoulder pole and a reluctant look on his face.

"Alas, why is the old lady still so irritable? I just ate and rested for a while, but Aunt Liu twisted my ears and pulled me out to fetch water. Brother Gu, look at my ears, aren't they all red?"

The big man put down the carrying pole in his hand and turned his head towards Gu Qingzhi. He wanted to take the opportunity to touch Xiaohua, but the kitten nimbly jumped onto Gu Qingzhi's legs, avoided his hand, and just stared at him with its big eyes and tilted head.

Wu Fang smacked his lips angrily: "Brother Gu, you have some magical power, don't you? Why do all the little things in the yard get close to you?"

Gu Qingzhi always felt that what he said was strange and looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't you understand? I'm talking about this kitten and us..." He raised his eyes to look into the house, and just as he was about to point his finger at Feng Zhan Ye, he saw him raise his head and glare at him.

"Stop making so much noise, go get your water!" The young man in the room suddenly spoke up and a book flew out.

"Why are the master and servant so angry? What have I done to offend anyone?" Wu Fang was used to being hit. He dodged nimbly and withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Gu Qingzhi glanced at him, picked up the book that fell at her feet and reminded him, "Aye was punished to copy. He is writing right now. You should speak softly."

Wu Fang pursed his lips, shook his head, and imitated the boy's behavior just now, whispering a teasing remark. Before the boy could glare at him, he picked up the wooden barrel and ran away.

Gu Qingzhi looked at the gray sky and smelled a hint of damp earth. Fearing that it would rain at night, she picked up Xiaohua and went back into the house, closing the door.

"Sister Azhi, if you are sleepy, you can go to sleep first." Feng Zhanye moved quickly and whispered without even raising his head.

"It's okay." Gu Qingzhi took off her shoes and got on the couch, touching the little flower and started to daydream.

Now she has become accustomed to this kind of atmosphere, and occasionally she has the illusion that they are as close as family.

But every time she thought of the enemy who killed her living in the main mansion just across the wall, the suffocating feeling like drowning would bring her back to reality.

Speaking of which, she seemed to have never enjoyed such a relaxing time in her previous life. She was always either assassinating or investigating.

Hidden in the darkness every day, they are constantly busy pursuing the so-called "justice" and never stop.

Today, the name of the assassin Lan Zhou has disappeared in Kyoto for a whole year, but the reputation of the Left Prime Minister for his kindness and love for the people is still spreading as it did in the previous life.

She couldn't help but think of the news she heard from Old Man Qin this morning.

According to him, Zuo Chengyu never gave up on finding Lan Zhou's whereabouts through Changyi Casino, and even paid a large sum of money to buy Lan Zhou's information.

However, since that day, there have been no new assassination cases involving Lan Zhou's name. Even if the people in the gambling house wanted to earn the money, they were powerless to do so.

During this year, she kept trying to find out more about the black snake head, but the strange totem seemed to have suddenly evaporated and disappeared completely.

She also gave the powder she brought out from Fengchang Inn that night to Gu Fengping for inspection, but the conclusion was that it was just a common poison and there was no way to find its source.

Is it possible that he can only hope that Feng Zhan Ye grows up and becomes the treacherous minister in his previous life so that he can help him with revenge?

But putting all your hopes on others is too risky.

Where should she start to uncover the true identities of Zuo Xiang and his son?

Maybe it was because Xiaohua's fur felt too smooth, but before she knew it, Gu Qingzhi closed her eyes in a daze.

It was late at night and when Feng Zhanye put down his pen, the candle was almost burned out.

He stretched his stiff wrists twice, blew out the candle beside the desk, and vaguely saw Gu Qingzhi lying on her side with her back to him through the screen. She was motionless and must have fallen asleep.

Feng Zhanye tiptoed to the front of the couch and saw Xiaohua sleeping soundly in Gu Qingzhi's arms. One of his paws was boldly grabbing her collar, slightly hooking it, with a slight tendency to step on her breast.

The boy's slender eyes flashed with an ambiguous dark look. He stared at the paw for a moment, then carefully reached out and picked up the kitten.

Xiaohua was held in his hands with sleepy eyes, and she meowed in a wronged tone.

"Shh... don't make noise, sister is asleep." Feng Zhanye stretched out his hand and made a gesture to silence it, put it back next to his pillow, and smoothed its fur.

After blowing out the last candle beside the couch, the figure standing in the darkness took off his outer robe and climbed onto the bed.

"Well...have you finished copying?" Gu Qingzhi was a light sleeper, and when she felt movement beside her, she asked.

However, her mind was still occupied by sleepiness at this moment, and her words were nasal. Unlike her usual cold and indifferent tone, she instead revealed a hint of lazy charm.

Feng Zhanye lay on his side, looked at the pair of slightly opened eyes, and hummed softly.

"Then go to sleep..." Gu Qingzhi instinctively picked up the extra quilt beside her, covered him with it, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Wrapped in the quilt with her fresh scent, Feng Zhanye felt extremely comfortable and at ease.

The late summer rain began to fall, and the boy's heartbeat was as steady and strong as the rain tonight.

The breath of the person in front of him was very close. He moved slightly and touched his forehead with the person he wanted to get close to, and felt the throbbing in his heart again.

Different from the extreme nervousness and shyness just now, his heart was filled with various emotions, such as sourness, sweetness, warmth, pain, and expectation. This feeling made him feel uneasy and a little addicted.

The only thing that is certain is that he wants to maintain this state forever.

He took Gu Qingzhi's hand and placed it on his chest, murmuring to himself, "Sister Azhi, please stay with me forever."