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

In this violent tide of sound, Feng Zhanye's face and body were stained by vegetable leaves. He stood there indifferently, like an emotionless stone statue.

Zuo Chengyu had already retreated into the house to drink tea before the curses were heard, and was now looking at his miserable appearance with a half-smile.

Seeing Feng Zhanye standing there straight, he became more interested. He put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Zhanye, they are just a group of onlookers who don't know the truth. Why are you so stubborn? Look at how dirty they are."

Zuo Chengyu paused deliberately, lowered his voice a bit, stared at him with a playful look on his face, and slowly said: "Why don't you come in and tell me... the truth about your mother's murder."

Feng Zhanye's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, he clenched his fists fiercely, turned his head to glance at him with a sinister look in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

Zuo Chengyu seemed to think that Feng Zhanye's reaction was really unsatisfactory, and continued to provoke: "Do you really think I don't know? Although this matter is not allowed to be spread outside, there is no wall that is impenetrable. You have even burned your mother's tablet, what else is there to hide?"

Feng Zhanye could no longer hold back and immediately turned around and rushed towards Zuo Chengyu.

Gu Qingzhi watched the uncontrollable ferocity on his face, her nails digging into her palms, and she knew that Zuo Chengyu's words really pissed him off.

She hurriedly grabbed Feng Zhanye's arm, but the young man was so overwhelmed by anger that he couldn't stop her.

In a hurry, she quickly held his hand and called out softly.

"Aye!"

He felt a hint of warmth on his hand and his consciousness gradually returned. Feng Zhanye's clenched fist loosened and allowed Gu Qingzhi's hand to hold it.

He looked at her blankly and saw that her face was full of worry.

After calming down, he realized that Zuo Chengyu was deliberately trying to annoy him.

The young man finally stopped, turned around, and stopped looking at Zuo Chengyu, ignoring whatever he said.

Everything ended when the defending troops arrived.

The garrison troops dispersed the onlookers and took the troublemakers away. Zuo Chengyu arranged for the teahouse waiters to clean up the destroyed porridge stall. Feng Zhanye followed Zuo Fuhong and got into the carriage without saying a word.

The porridge-giving event ended unpleasantly because of the evil spirit. Feng Zhanye returned to the prime minister's residence, refused Zuo Lanxin's gift and hurried back to the villa. He didn't even take a second look at the villa that Wu Fang had carefully decorated.

He just sat in the yard, all dirty, and stared blankly.

Gu Qingzhi knew that he was feeling uncomfortable. Zuo Chengyu used his mother's death to provoke him, and every word he said accurately hit his sore spot. It was a stretch for him to still endure it.

Seeing that the child had persevered all the way and did not relax even after returning, she could not help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Aye, relax, it's over, it's cold outside, you should go back to the house and change your dirty clothes."

Feng Zhan Ye lowered his eyes in disgust, looking solemnly at the pond where the ice had not yet melted in the early spring.

"It's okay. I'm not cold. Staying here for a while will help me clear my head."

Gu Qingzhi didn't say anything and could only lean against the pavilion pillar to accompany him.

For some reason, she always felt that the actions of Zuo Xiang and his son today were illogical, but she couldn't tell what was so strange about it.

Just as she was thinking secretly, several other people from the villa came over happily from not far away.

"Your Highness, today is your birthday. I have prepared a table full of your favorite food and have been waiting for you to come back..." Nanny Liu said happily, but suddenly noticed something strange about Feng Zhanye.

“This…what’s going on?”

Several people frowned immediately. Aunt Liu walked over in two steps and her face darkened when she saw the dirty boy.

Several people looked at Gu Qingzhi with confusion.

Gu Qingzhi came back to her senses in time and explained, "This morning, when we were distributing porridge, someone took advantage of Aye's evil spirit to stir up trouble, smashed the porridge stall, and led the onlookers to denounce and insult him."

It was supposed to be a happy birthday, but it was ruined like this. Nanny Liu looked at Feng Zhanye with heartache and wiped the stains off his face without saying a word.

"Look, I told you that a trip to the main palace would bring no good..."

As soon as Wu Fang opened his mouth, he was glared back by Qiu Jiang and Qiu Hong.

"Brother Gu, you too, why don't you pull him away and hide away? Look how dirty he is."

Wu Fang just wanted to change the topic to liven up the atmosphere, but Qiu Jiang and Qiu Hong made a "tsk" sound again. He realized something was wrong and quickly slapped his mouth.

Feng Zhanye sighed slightly and stood up: "It's my own fault for not hiding, don't blame Ah Zhi, I'm hungry, let's eat first."

No one mentioned what happened in the morning, and they ate together. Although Feng Zhanye looked normal, he had no expression on his face the entire time.

In the evening, Gu Qingzhi calculated that it was almost time for the temple fair to begin, so she switched shifts with Wu Fang in advance and took Feng Zhanye out early.

Feng Zhan Ye wore the new clothes that Qiu Jiang Qiu Hong made for him.

The dark red satin fabric has a delicate touch, with cloud lace carefully embossed on the neckline, and the Qilin pattern extending from the shoulders to the hem, showing that both of them put a lot of effort into this dress.

The boy has grown a lot taller during this period of time, and now he looks even more vigorous and energetic in this outfit. In addition, his increasingly mature eyebrows and thin face give him the air of a powerful official.

Today he wore the silver hair crown that his mother had given him. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her. The red silk tied between his black hair hung down naturally, making his overly fair face, like that of a banished immortal, look more beautiful.

"Sister Azhi, how about we..."

Gu Qingzhi put a hat on Feng Zhanye and pulled him out as she did before, but she felt that he was a little hesitant.

"What's wrong? Is there something that prevents you from going out?" Gu Qingzhi turned around and asked him.

The boy shook his head quickly: "No! I really want to go to the temple fair with you, but I'm afraid of causing any more commotion."

Through the white gauze of the hat, Gu Qingzhi saw a hint of uneasiness in the boy's eyes.

"It's okay. I'm here." She held his hand and pulled him towards the temple fair.

Longqing Street is more prosperous and bustling than usual. Decorated with colorful lanterns, many people are dressed in their best clothes, laughing and talking, and the crowds are endless.

There are a wide variety of stalls selling snacks, toys, handicrafts, and many performances by folk artists, which are overwhelming.

Feng Zhanye seemed a little silent tonight. He seemed to be alert to everything around him. He was only led by Gu Qingzhi, and he looked at whatever Gu Qingzhi looked at.

Gu Qingzhi naturally knew that he was affected by what happened this morning, and now he was a little reserved when walking on the street.

She looked at the stall next to her and pulled him over.

"Aye, come and see."

The young man turned around when he heard the voice and saw what Gu Qingzhi was holding in her hand, which was a small clay cat.

Gu Qingzhi handed the kitten to his hat and asked, "Who does it look like?"

Feng Zhanye looked at the patterns on the back of the little cat, and then he understood why Gu Qingzhi asked him to look: "Hmm... It looks like a small flower."

Unexpectedly, Gu Qingzhi shook her head: "The pattern on the back looks like small flowers, but this expression is more like you now."

"I?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then looked at the kitten again. Its tail was standing upright, and its fur was standing on end, as if it was confronting something. It did look a bit like a spirit.

Gu Qingzhi leaned close to his ear and whispered teasingly, "If you keep looking so sullen, I will buy this kitten home and put it on your desk, letting it get angry at you every day."

Feng Zhanye looked at the clay kitten and seemed to really see some mockery in the kitten's narrowed eyes.

I thought the boy would be embarrassed and blush and ask her to stop talking, but he suddenly relaxed a little and started laughing.

Feng Zhanye tugged at Gu Qingzhi's sleeve helplessly, pulled her and said with a smile: "Sister Azhi, I am no longer the child I used to be. I know you are just trying to make me happy."