Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

The little prince has made great achievements in water control, and the emperor soon began to assign him official positions with real power. The prime minister wanted to stop him, but the little prince's ability is here, and his prestige is different from the past. As long as the emperor himself is willing, he is not afraid of his brothers. They cheated him, but trusted him wholeheartedly, so it's hard for them to say anything when they are courtiers.

The little prince was not idle at first, but now he is getting more and more busy. Wen Jingshu would not just ask him questions to get closer, but just sat silently watching him, watching a young man grow into a handsome gentleman. I really can't see the shadow of a child at all.

Of course, it was in front of people. After staying with Wen Jingshu at night, the prince is still the same little prince as before, with a hard mouth and a soft heart, arrogant and warm.

"Jing Shu." Hua Zhirong rushed into the room excitedly. Tomorrow is the time for him to perform the coronation ceremony. Wen Jingshu has gotten used to the slow pace in this world, and now he is reading the script again.

"Are you back?" Wen Jingshu opened his arms and hugged Hua Zhirong, who was rushing towards him. Hua Zhirong buried him by his neck and took a deep breath. The specific reason for not being allowed to perform intercourse rituals before seems to be that a generation of outstanding members of Feng's family died young, and finally the elders came to the conclusion that intercourse was performed too early and damaged the body.

Hua Zhirong didn't know that they came to this conclusion, but this custom has been used from generation to generation, but it is not strictly controlled. Many people in the Feng family broke this rule early.

However, Hua Zhirong abided by this custom, and she and Wen Jingshu have always shared the same bed in a pure relationship.

But after tomorrow, he can... yes, do that kind of shitty thing to Wen Jingshu.

Hua Zhirong's face blushed when she buried Wen Jingshu's neck. Wen Jingshu's skin was well maintained, smooth and delicate. Those erotic pictures.

"What's the matter?" Wen Jingshu noticed that Hua Zhirong's skin was much hotter against him, and tilted his head to look at him.

"No, nothing." Hua Zhirong waited for the heat to subside, then raised his head.

Wen Jingshu looked at the redness on Hua Zhirong's face that hadn't faded away, and pinched his face. Even if he grew up a little, this habit of blushing at every turn still couldn't get rid of.

"Don't pinch my face, my king will be crowned tomorrow." The implication is that I have grown up, don't treat me like a child.

"Jing Shu is just afraid that I won't be able to pinch it in the future." Wen Jingshu touched Hua Zhirong, a face that had faded from baby fat and was too pretty for a man.

"This king is just an adult, and it's not that I don't want you anymore. How could I not be able to pinch you? You can pinch it anyway." Hua Zhirong said with her mouth curled.

After finishing speaking, she realized that something was not right, Hua Zhirong turned her head to look at Wen Jingshu's expression, and sure enough, Wen Jingshu's eyes crooked and he smiled.

Hua Zhirong turned his face away, and muttered: "If it wasn't for this king doting on you."

Wen Jingshu looked at him and replied: "Yes, fortunately the prince dotes on me."

Hua Zhirong's face blushed again, trying to put on a serious look: "I will explain to my brother in a few days that I will only, only spend my life with you in this life, otherwise..."

Before Hua Zhirong finished speaking, Wen Jingshu quickly covered his mouth, and forced a smile: "Jing Shu understands, it doesn't have to be like this."

Hua Zhirong snorted twice: "It's not because you are always restless, thinking about all kinds of things all day long."

"I won't think about it again." Wen Jingshu comforted Hua Zhirong, and held his hand. Now this hand is well-defined, slender and strong, and it no longer has the sensuality of the past.

Wen Jingshu himself didn't know how many times he had insomnia, Hua Zhirong didn't owe him anything, but he wanted to bear his sincerity for himself, Wen Jingshu hugged Hua Zhirong who was already asleep in his arms , looked aside and sneaked a peek at their fluff.

"Huahua, once we finish the task, shall we leave immediately? Can't we stay longer?" Wen Jingshu originally wanted to directly ask whether he could stay until he was old, but after thinking about it, he said it lightly.

Huahua, who usually always asks questions, now knows all about it. Huahua nodded affirmatively: "I will leave as soon as I finish the task, and I can't stay."

"Then I'm gone, what will happen to this world?" Wen Jingshu asked again, Huahua stopped talking, and said weakly: "No, I don't know."

Wen Jingshu sighed, he thought that one day he would leave, Hua Zhirong looked at his "corpse" and didn't know what he would do.

Wen Jingshu is naturally not qualified to go to Hua Zhirong and the crowning ceremony, so he can only stay in the house or go to the street to pass the time. Wen Jingshu fell on her body, Wen Jingshu picked her up skillfully, washed it and put it on the bed.

Hua Zhirong touched the familiar embrace, smacked his lips, and lay down, Wen Jingshu looked at him amusedly.

"Jing Shu...Jing Shu..." Hua Zhirong murmured softly in his dream, Wen Jingshu's heart was sore and soft, he didn't understand why Hua Zhirong threw himself on him with all his heart, it seemed, never The first sight is to sink.

"Zhirong, I'm sorry." Wen Jingshu kissed the forehead of the young prince, and finally admitted that although he didn't have much in his heart, he couldn't deny the unusual feelings for him.

It was rare for Wen Jingshu to feel sentimental, and then he heard Hua Zhirong continue to murmur: "Wait, wait, tomorrow, this king will kill you!"

Even though it was in his sleep, the three words "I'll get you done" were extraordinarily forceful, and the little sadness in Wen Jingshu's heart disappeared instantly, and this little prince would be in a bad mood all day long.

Hua Zhirong was still sleeping, and she didn't know what she was dreaming of, she was smiling silly and sweetly, Wen Jingshu was watching in a daze, when she saw Huahua rolling over slowly, with a cautious tone: "Shu Shu, Shu Shu, we are leaving."

After finishing speaking, he rolled back in a hurry, afraid that Wen Jingshu would get angry, Wen Jingshu was taken aback: "It's finished?"

"It's, it's done." Huahua rolled over again, and came between Wen Jingshu and Hua Zhirong, shining slightly.

"But..." Wen Jingshu got stuck at this point. How could he suddenly complete the task? He didn't have the slightest sense of completing the task. Is it any different from before? The only difference is that the little prince has grown up. Now, he has become a little more mature, and he himself has devoted a little bit of sincerity.

Wen Jingshu felt as if he had caught something, but before he could figure it out, the small ball of light suddenly grew bigger, quickly lighting up the whole room, and Hua Zhirong was dazzled by the dazzling light. Just wanting to open his eyes, he only saw Jing Shu's mouth slightly opened in front of him, as if he was saying something.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to hear what Wen Jingshu said, but Wen Jingshu suddenly stopped moving, and Hua Zhirong suddenly became sober. When he looked again, Wen Jingshu had closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know why Suddenly, trembling hands reached into his body, but he didn't feel anything, he was no longer breathing.

Hua Zhirong opened his mouth, as if calling Wen Jingshu's name, but he got stuck at the word "Wen", as if someone had strangled his throat, making him speechless.

Hua Zhirong stared blankly at Wen Jingshu for an unknown amount of time, the light in the room gradually dissipated, and Wan Xing, who was startled outside the door, started to open the door while calling "Prince", Hua Zhirong turned his head , I saw Wanxing's increasingly blurred face, and the background was still a glare of light.