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

The little hand sank under the water, scooped up a handful of water, and suddenly threw it out.

Gu Qingzhi was concentrating on scrubbing the dirt off her arms, and obviously hadn't expected him to do this. When she reached out to block it, she was splashed with water in the face.

The little brat is so stingy that he wants revenge for such a small thing.

“You…deserved it.” Feng Zhanye stuck out his tongue at her when he saw her get hit. He couldn’t help but laugh at her wet face and collar.

Unexpectedly, she wiped the water off her face and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure you want to play?"

Feng Zhanye's beautiful face now had a smile on his face and he tilted his head back with a happy look.

"What can you do?"

You little brat are quite proud?

Gu Qingzhi put down the scoop, rolled up her sleeves, and looked at him with squinted eyes.

Without noticing, water splashed up and hit Feng Zhanye's face. He was alert early on and quickly turned his face away and began to fight back.

"You have no moral principles!" The young man pouted his face, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction, but also seemed to reveal some happiness.

Water droplets splashed everywhere in the room, and mist carrying the sound of water floated out from the crack of the door.

Finally, they were tired and had almost finished washing. Gu Qingzhi was soaked from head to toe, and became a drowned chicken in the true sense of the word.

Feng Zhanye then left the bathtub contentedly, and was wrapped in underwear and a cloak and sent back to the house.

Gu Qingzhi looked at the water stains all over her body. The night wind blew through her wet hair, making her shiver suddenly. The weather seemed to be getting colder.

She couldn't help but sigh at her own cleverness. She found some clean old clothes while cleaning but she didn't throw them away. She thought it would be cold at night and she had used them to cover herself. Now she could just change the wet clothes.

She came to the side room alone, hid behind the screen, hung the clothes she wanted to change on the screen, and pulled open the cloth that tied her hair.

Feng Zhanye had only been sitting in the main house for a short while when he vaguely felt that something was missing from his body. He only remembered it when he touched his head.

When Gu Qingzhi washed his hair, she placed the hair crown on the cabinet beside him. When she came out, his hair was loose and he didn't even think of picking it up.

If it was any other hair crown, he naturally wouldn't care, but that was the birthday gift given to him by his mother. After thinking it over, he still wrapped himself in a cloak and went out of the house.

Feng Zhanye trotted all the way to the door and saw that it was slightly open and there was still candlelight in the room. He thought that Guard Gu had forgotten to clean up, so he pushed the door open without thinking too much.

Under the flickering candlelight, a figure was clearly reflected on the screen. The figure was tying up her scattered hair behind her head and raising her hands, just revealing her slender waist.

Feng Zhanye was suddenly stunned.

Why is this waist so thin? Only women have such thin waists, right?

Gu Qingzhi was startled when she noticed someone coming in. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes and wrapped them around herself. She didn't even have time to fasten her belt before she came out from behind the screen.

When she saw the dumbfounded boy, she was visibly stunned. The two of them stared at each other for a while. The awkward atmosphere forced her to say something.

"Your Highness, why are you back?"

To confirm whether he noticed anything, she stared at his face, trying to find some clues from his expression.

Feng Zhanye quickly came to his senses, pointed to a cabinet nearby and said nonchalantly, "I left something behind."

Without waiting for Gu Qingzhi to react, he picked up the hair crown and ran out.

Only when he jogged back to the back hall did he realize that his cheeks were burning.

Maybe I ran too fast just now, he comforted himself.

Gu Qingzhi quickly put her clothes in order, feeling a little unsure. Feng Zhanye had been behaving strangely just now, but he didn't say anything, which was indeed a bit strange.

What did you see?

Gu Qingzhi muttered to herself, collected her thoughts, and returned to the back hall.

The boy, who had his back to the door, was obviously startled when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. He slapped his cheek for no apparent reason and then turned around.

Gu Qingzhi didn't say anything, but walked into the inner room, lit a candle, and made the bed.

Feng Zhanye sat at the desk, stealing a glance at her back, and his gaze unconsciously moved down to look at her lower back.

Although she looks very slim, it is not very obvious because she is thin to begin with.

It seems that I really misjudged it.

While Feng Zhanye was comforting himself, Gu Qingzhi had already made the bed and turned around to meet the boy's inquiring eyes.

She quickly changed the medicine on Feng Zhanye's hands, poured the medicine for the cold into his mouth, then took out the herbal medicine given by Gu Fengping and stuffed it into his mouth, seeing that his little face was distorted with bitterness.

"Your Highness, it's time to go to bed."

In order to prevent Feng Zhanye from thinking any more, she called out and tried to quickly tuck the child into the quilt to sleep.

"Oh."

Feng Zhanye walked over obediently, handed her his cloak, and climbed onto the bed obediently.

Gu Qingzhi hung up his cloak and bent over to tidy up the quilt for him.

Feng Zhanye glanced at her secretly, and then looked her up and down, but he couldn't find any flaws at all, so he had to cover his head and go to sleep.

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The night crows called three times, but the lights in the study in the north courtyard of the prime minister's mansion were still brightly lit.

Zuo Chengyu stared at the two dark corpses on the ground, the light in his eyes flickering.

"Tell me, how could a weak kid like him survive from two assassins?"

The servant beside him knelt on the ground, shaking his shoulders and not daring to say a word.

"What? Are you speechless now? Didn't you give me a guarantee when you recruited Lan Zhou?"

There was still a faint smile on Zuo Chengyu's lips, but that usually kind smile now revealed murderous intent.

He picked up a collection dagger from the table and started playing with it, carefully wiping the blade with a piece of silk.

"My slave...I deserve to die. Please give me another chance!"

The servant was so frightened that he was unrecognizable and even his voice was trembling.

"Then tell me what's going on."

Zuo Chengyu pointed the dagger at the corpse on the ground. The sharp blade was stained with the color of candlelight, as if it was cracking a sinister smile.

The servant did not even dare to raise his head, and said cautiously in a low voice: "This morning, the maid found it by the gable near the other courtyard while sweeping the floor."

"Who killed them?"

Zuo Chengyu stood up from the chair, walked to the side of the servant, squatted down, and carefully examined the bloody hole on the neck of the corpse.

"I don't know... maybe it was done by that little evil star."

The sound came out muffled from the crawling person's mouth, and he was shaking unsteadily.

Zuo Chengyu laughed softly and patted the man on the shoulder.

"A thirteen-year-old kid killed two strong adults and still had the strength to throw them back to me. You are really kidding me."

"I dare not...I dare not..."

The servant had completely lost his confidence and could only shake his head desperately, hoping that Zuo Chengyu would let him go.

"I know you don't dare, but... it's just that there's no such thing as three times."

Zuo Chengyu put a dagger against the man's neck, forcing him to look up at him and utter these words word by word.

The servant's head and face were covered in cold sweat. He seemed to already know what his fate would be. He sat limply on the ground, motionless.

"Someone, throw him into the lotus pond."

Zuo Chengyu had a smile on his face as he watched several palace soldiers walk into the study and drag the dazed servant out.

"Notify the soldiers in the other courtyard to keep a close eye on them. Do not let any disturbance go."

That night, the lotus pond in the prime minister's mansion was destined to have a lot more nutrients, and the leaves of the Victoria amazonica, which were already growing well, were dyed a little red.