The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Gu Fanyue took two steps forward and stretched out her hand to Yuan Yi. Yuan Yi handed her his hand. It was a sunny day, but Yuan Yi's hand was icy cold.

Fan Yue gently held Yuan Yi's slender hands with her two small hands and rubbed them.

The soft warmth made Yuan Yi's heart feel like a lake warmed by the sun, with ripples rising from the breeze.

"Does Yue'er like this swing?"

Yuan Yi is in a very good mood now, and his tone of voice rises slightly.

"I like it. I like it very much." Fan Yue squinted her eyes and smiled, then sat on the swing and tried it out.

The small wooden swing chair is very stable and the cushion is soft and comfortable. You can sit on it and swing back and forth, and smell the fragrance of flowers.

Yuan Yi stood behind Fan Yue and pushed slowly.

When I looked up, I saw Yuxiao walking towards me with something in her hand.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince and Your Highness the Crown Princess." Yuxiao stopped a few steps away from the swing and bowed slightly.

When Fan Yue looked up, she saw Yuxiao holding an exquisite booklet in her hand. The pattern on the cover was very delicate and seemed to reflect light, as if it was embroidered with silk thread.

Seeing Fanyue's curious expression, Yuan Yi walked over, took the memorial from Yuxiao's hand and handed it to Fanyue.

Fan Yue reached out and touched it, confirming what she had thought, and it was indeed embroidered.

"This is a memorial to be submitted, which is about the compilation of enlightenment books and the popularization of historical records to the people."

Yuan Yi stood beside Fan Yue and explained with his head down. Fan Yue sat on the swing, listening and swaying gently, looking very carefree.

In Yuxiao's eyes, Yuan Yi was now like an official reporting on his work.

And the little girl with a confused look on her face, whose hand kept stroking the cover of the memorial, is the real master here, the little emperor.

"Ah~" Fan Yue could guess what the official mode was, and immediately pushed it away with disgust.

Seeing that Fan Yue didn't like Yuan Yi, he withdrew his hand and took the memorial back.

He signaled Yuxiao with his eyes, explained something to Fanyue, and then took Yuxiao to the study to take a closer look.

As soon as Yuan Yiyuxiao left, Cuitao came over.

The little flower spirit secretly flew out from behind Cui Tao and flew towards Fan Yue.

The little flower spirit looked listless.

After seeing this, Fan Yue smiled and stretched out his hand into the air. The little flower spirit slowly flew over and landed in Fan Yue's hand.

"Okay, okay, don't feel wronged." Cuitao advised.

After experiencing the little flower spirit's coquettishness and clinginess, you will realize that the clinginess of kittens and puppies is just a small matter.

Ever since Fan Yue became busy, this flower spirit has been making trouble all the time, either holding the pen with its little hands to prevent it from moving.

Or the whole monster would be lying on the book in a large shape.

Or just pick some petals and leaves from outside and scatter them everywhere.

Fan Yue had no choice but to let Cui Tao watch her and not allow her to enter the study room.

Bufanyue finally left the study, and Xiaohualing dared to come over.

Gu Fanyue really couldn't bear to see such a petite and cute thing in such a miserable state in his palm.

I looked at Crisp Peach for help.

Cuitao took out a sugar pill from his sleeve and raised his eyebrows.

Gu Fengyue took it and placed it on the palm of her hand. As expected, Hua Ling, who had been depressed just now, immediately had her eyes light up after seeing the sugar pill.

It's true that anyone with sugar is a good person.

In the study.

Yuan Yi sat on the couch, looking at the book Fan Yue was reading and the notes he was taking on the desk.

"Okay, just read it." Yuan Yi leaned on the cushion and instructed.

Yuxiao bowed, opened the memorial and began to read it.

But after just a few words, Yuan Yi looked up at Yuxiao.

"Master, I feel something is wrong."

“Neither is appropriate.”

After hearing this, Yuxiao was so scared that she quickly knelt down and admitted her mistake.

Writing memorials has always been easy for Yuxiao, and she doesn't know what she did wrong this time.

"Don't always think about praising me. No one in this court wants to see me do anything." Yuan Yi put Fan Yue's notes neatly back on the table.

"The people don't want to, the ministers don't want to, and my father doesn't want to either." After Yuan Yi finished speaking, Yuxiao lowered her head and frowned.

This time, Yuxiao greatly highlighted Yuan Yi's concern for the people in her memorial, thinking that her own prince had finally made a difference in state affairs.

Unexpected.

"Please give me your instructions, my master." Yuxiao's forehead was pressed against the ground.

"Write it as it is."

Yuxiao looked up at Yuan Yi in confusion, but lowered her head again after just one glance.

"I just wanted to make my Crown Princess happy, so I wrote that the Crown Princess wanted to do something for the people, that the Crown Princess felt that enlightenment books had disadvantages, and that the Crown Princess had good ideas. I wanted them to sing praises for my Crown Princess."

Yuan Yi looked at Yuxiao who was still kneeling there motionless, feeling a little impatient.

"Do you want me to teach you how to write word by word?"

"No, no, I understand." Yuxiao replied quickly.

"Is there anything else?" Yuan Yi glanced towards the yard.

I was thinking to myself, I finally managed to seduce Fan Yue, but now I am trapped in the study room again, which makes me very upset.

"Yes, the Seventh Master has set off from Lingjue City." Yuxiao looked up to see Yuan Yi's instructions, but unexpectedly Yuan Yi had an indifferent expression.

"Well, is there anything else?" Yuan Yi asked with his eyes lowered.

"Also, master, the vine beads... should be used less." Yuxiao said stutteringly.

Yuan Yi glared at Yu Xiao who was kneeling there, then stood up and left.

Yuxiao looked at the empty couch and sighed helplessly.

If I keep asking about this jade flute, I'm afraid he will keep answering. On the way to find Fan Yue, Yuan Yi complained in his heart.