How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

The door was closed, and the temperature in the room was gradually rising. Wuji glanced at Xie Chengze, who looked tired, and then glanced around the room. After he could no longer sense the presence of a third person, he asked, "Your Highness, where is Wuhen?"

"I sent her to help Sheng Yiren." Xie Chengze sat back at the desk and continued drawing the blueprint in his hand. "Some letters need to be sent out. If you are not here, only Wuhen can go."

Wu Ji nodded, then walked behind Xie Chengze and raised his hand to press his temple.

The gentle and appropriate force came slowly, relieving the dizziness in his head. Xie Chengze immediately felt much more comfortable and his vision became clearer.

"Thank you for running errands this time. What reward do you want?" he asked.

Wuji's peach blossom eyes flashed, and then he smiled softly, "I don't want anything."

"Nothing has been thought of, so you are planning more?" Knowing that Wuhen and Wuji have always been selfless, Xie Chengze couldn't help but joked.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the peach blossom eyes nodded seriously and said in a subtle tone, "Yes, I was afraid that Your Highness could not afford it, so I didn't dare to ask for it."

"Oh?" This aroused Xie Chengze's competitive spirit. He put down his pen, looked up and asked, "What is something that I can't afford to give?"

Wuji lowered his eyes. Although his eyes were both narrow and long, one was deep and cold like a sword, while the other was full of snow and moon. When he was not smiling, he was gentle and elegant. When he was smiling, he looked like peach blossoms in March, blowing in the wind, and the pink and white petals were dazzling like rain curtains.

"Your Highness." His voice was filled with a hint of grievance, "Do you really not remember?"

Once upon a time, His Highness was most concerned about his legs.

On that snowy day, he was beaten to the point that both his legs were broken, and was dragged up the stairs into the private room of the restaurant. He sat on the ground in embarrassment, and saw Wuhen, with a ferocious look on his face, holding chopsticks tightly, pointing them into the eyes of a young child, threatening those people in luxurious clothes, and preparing to escape the city with carriages and gold and silver.

He just felt that Wuhen was too stupid, foolish and stupid.

He should have escaped by himself. Taking him along would undoubtedly be a burden. Moreover, did he really think that as two young men, they could escape from the clutches of these dignitaries?

They can't escape.

Wuhen was a man who could not afford to gamble, but he was not like that. He saw the little boy with the jade chopsticks pressing against his eyes. Although he was in danger, the look he gave him was full of pity. His eyes frequently fell on his legs covered with bruises and blood, full of anxiety and worry.

Children are the easiest to deceive.

The young man in the Xianggu Pavilion was already extremely cunning and knew how to take advantage of the kindness of good people. He ignored the pain of his broken legs and crawled towards the child in a miserable manner. He deliberately smeared the blood flowing from his legs on the ground to make himself look miserable and pitiful.

Of course he succeeded. The little boy begged his mother with red eyes to treat his leg. She brought him and Wuhen into the palace and asked the imperial physician to take good care of them.

He had a high fever that night, and the child was afraid that he would die, so he sat on his bed and stared at him all night without sleeping. Although he was at an age when he was supposed to be sleepy, he forced himself to stay up all night until his eyes turned red, and he kept rubbing his stiff and ugly legs, thinking that would make him feel better.

It actually hurts so much.

The pain made him cry miserably that night, and the little child lay down next to his ear, sang a tuneless little song to him, and patted his arm to comfort him. Although he was younger than him, he coaxed him to fall asleep quickly like an adult coaxing a child, and the pain would go away when he fell asleep.

It seemed like it really didn't hurt anymore.

During those days, the young prince stayed by his side, reading to him, telling him interesting things outside, watching him get up from the ground little by little and take steps to walk. In order to encourage him to walk more, he would pat his chest and say that he would give him a reward, such as...

"Your Highness, please sleep with me tonight."

Wuji curled his lips slightly, "When I was young, Your Highness would reward me like this."

At that time, His Highness devoted a lot of energy to him and Wuhen, and therefore neglected the Crown Prince of the East Palace. The Crown Prince seemed unmoved on the surface, but secretly took advantage of His Highness's softness and let His Highness stay in the East Palace every night.

He could see that the prince was extremely disgusted and dissatisfied with his two brothers, but he didn't care. The young man, who had come from a dirty place, was very stubborn and was secretly competing with the prince for the girl out of jealousy.

The consequence was that the dog prince used the same old trick on him again and sent him to the remote area of ​​Liaozhou to learn martial arts.

Just like he had driven the eldest prince to a distant border, and he would not return until the Xiongnu were defeated; just like he had induced Master Shen to resign, and took Shen Yuan away from the capital to travel and learn martial arts, and then use him in the future; just like he had secretly made plans to make the concubines in the harem afraid of Chenghuan Palace, and imprisoned the two princesses and the fourth prince in their own palaces, and forbade them to come to Chenghuan Palace to look for His Highness and play; just like His Highness would never have a study companion, and would never take away a bit of his attention...

But His Highness clearly loves making friends the most.

Wu Ji even thought that maybe it was because His Highness was too lonely that he sneaked away, allowing the lonely soul to slip through the loophole and live in this body.

His Highness became a lonely soul and floated to the sky, where he met many immortals and learned many skills. Then he was finally willing to come back and continue to be the little lucky star of Jian'an.

His thoughts were drifting further and further away when he suddenly felt his wrist being pulled. He came back to his senses without realizing it, only to see Xie Chengze standing up and pulling him towards the fire bed. "I think I have to stay up all night with Gu Lao tonight, so I'm afraid I can't sleep with you, but I can take a nap with you now."

Xie Chengze didn't remember anything about the Second Prince's childhood, and was afraid that his hesitation and refusal would arouse Wu Zhi's suspicion, so he moved quickly and decisively, pulling up the quilt and lying flat on it.

He patted the seat next to him and urged, "Hurry up, we have to make this quick and decisive."

Wu Ji couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Her peach blossom eyes narrowed into a slit as she smiled. Wu Zhi lay on his side, pressed down the young man's raised wrist, and gently placed his right hand on Xie Chengze's abdomen through the quilt, leaving a shallow and long indentation.

He said softly, "I feel too cold from the wind and snow, so there is no need to cover myself with a blanket."

"Your Highness, go to sleep. I will wake you up soon."

Xie Chengze nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

The arrival of Gu Lao made him feel much more relaxed, so after getting rid of the heavy pressure, he soon fell into a sleep. However, his sleep was still not very serene, and his brows were furrowed from time to time, as if he had encountered some difficulties.

Wu Ji patted the quilt gently, again and again, and hummed the little tune that His Highness often hummed when he was young, just like the lullaby he sang for himself when he was practicing martial arts in Liaozhou when he was young.

"Hum~hum~hum~hum~hum~hum~"

Gradually, the young man's brows relaxed, Wu Ji also closed his eyes, hugged the warm body and began to take a nap.

They are all tired.

-

There are very few people in Liaozhou who can make snacks. Shen Yuan finally found some time to find a master chef. Although he cannot make snacks as exquisite as those in the palace, the local specialty fruit cakes he makes are worth trying.

Shen Yuan used his inner strength to keep the freshly-made fruit cake in his arms warm all the way. When he returned to the county government office, he ran into Su Qinghe who was carrying a food box and was about to give some snacks to Xie Chengze.

Shen Yuan paused and looked at Su Qinghe, who looked so happy that he seemed to be going to see his beloved. His eyes fell on the food box and his brows knitted together. "Why are you here?"