[Quick Transmigration] It is said that someone is chasing me?

The little prince has always felt that he, the imperial brother, is too deep in the city, and he is like a tiger with a smiling face all day long, so he can't see through.

At this time, the streets were bustling with pedestrians, and it was very noisy. No one could hear the Eighth Prince's "Imperial Brother", otherwise many troubles would arise.

No matter how displeased he is in his heart, he should behave as he should, and the little prince said with a distant and warm smile, "Brother, what a coincidence."

The Eighth Prince said: "Hahaha, the crowds on the street are crowded shoulder to shoulder tonight, so it's so lively. You and I can still meet. It really is true that blood is thicker than water between biological brothers. If that's the case, why don't you get together with me in a restaurant? Think about it carefully, you and I have the same feelings." It’s been a long time since we talked about brotherhood.”

"Thank you myna for inviting me, but when I came here, I just had a fast meal, and I'm very full now, I should walk around more, it's really not suitable for eating."

The eighth prince said with displeasure: "Your brother, is this disrespecting me?"

"Don't dare."

Afterwards, the two came and went, the eighth prince could not persuade him even though he said nothing, but he seemed to be extremely difficult, so his face became more and more ugly. After standing for a long time, the official's son behind him called him, so he used this excuse to hurry leave.

When meeting the eighth prince, the little prince couldn't say he was disappointed, after all, he still lost his excitement.

Liao Wujing was behind him, with Buddhist beads hanging on his raised palms, his holy and indifferent demeanor was incompatible with the people around him.When anyone saw him, they would hold back their smiles and put their hands together and solemnly say "Master" before continuing to play.

This dynasty respected Buddhism, and most of the people believed in ghosts and gods, praying for well-being, so monks were highly respected.

When the little prince found out about this, he was immediately happy, and said: "The eldest son is very popular."

Liaowu lowered his head slightly: "Amitabha."

The weather in Shangjing becomes warmer in the first month of the lunar year, and most of the river water melts, so there are stories about oirans going boating and floating river lanterns.

Thoughtful vendors prepared exquisite and beautiful river lanterns on this day, and set up a stall by the river. The things were a few cents more expensive than usual, and they would sell out in a short time with a few more shouts.

The little prince happily bought two rabbit-shaped river lanterns, gave one to Wu, and said with a smile, "It's a waste of a good time if we don't put a river lantern on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Liaowu reached out to take it.

"Does the eldest son have a wish?"

"The world is peaceful and all living beings are safe and healthy."

The little prince was happy again: "Your wish is grand. Why don't you ask me what your wish is?"

"What is the wish of the benefactor?"

"It's really a boring elm lump." The little prince shook his head, "My king's wish is naturally to live a long life."

Thinking of his frail body, he frowned almost invisible.Before he could say anything, he saw the little prince stuffing the note written at some time into the river lantern, and then putting it into the river. A slight cold wind blew by, and the icy cold river water rippled. The river lantern floated into the numerous river lanterns.

He also heard the little prince say: "Only by living for a long time can we stay with the people we are attached to."

The crowds are noisy and the lights are brightly lit.

The little prince looked back and smiled lightly, it seemed that everything was silent for a moment, floating in silence.

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Li Wu still had very little to say, the little prince had already given up talking to him long ago, and instead talked on his own, or neither of them said anything.

Later, the two met the eighth prince, who was still followed by Jiang Huo.

I don't know how the two came together.

As soon as Jiang Huo saw the young prince, he looked straight at him, with affection in his eyes, and said, "Sihe."

"En." The little prince said, "You also come here to watch the lanterns?"

"No, I just heard that Sihe is here, so I came here."

The little prince didn't say anything when he heard this, and the eighth prince took the lead and said: "Young brother, you didn't accept my invitation to have a meal with you just now, and now that the general is here again, you have to give face."

The little prince said in his heart, it is precisely because he is here that this prince cannot agree.

Feeling tired, the young prince rubbed his temples and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to go back to rest after watching the oiran swim in the lake. It's better to talk about the rest."

"That's all," the Eighth Prince said, with a suddenly joyful tone, "Since that's the case, I won't force you, my brother."

At this moment, the noisy crowd suddenly became more noisy, and when they listened carefully, it turned out that it was a painting boat carrying an oiran.

The little prince raised his eyes by the lights, and saw the few painted boats with carved railings and jade pillars, which were extravagant and gorgeous.On it, there is a girl named Ting with a charming figure and a light body playing the flute.Even after a long distance, the little prince felt that he could smell the fragrance of the rouge and gouache.

"I look at the oiran, he's better than Sihe, and his face is like a peach blossom." Jiang Huo looked at the little prince and said firmly.

The little prince raised his eyebrows: "Why, this prince wants to compare with the oiran of the brothel Chuguan?"

Hearing the anger in his words, Jiang Huo hurriedly said: "Sihe, I didn't mean that!"

"Let's go with you, the king is tired today, son, let's go back."

Jiang Huo didn't dare to stop him, so he could only watch him leave under the escort of many guards.

"Master, we are here."

After getting off the carriage, the little prince felt comfortable: "Today's river lantern is a bit interesting, even though there are more people, it is still clean and comfortable here."

Then he remembered that at the Lantern Festival, he bought a lot of small things himself, so Zhuntou ordered his servants: "Put those things in the Zichang's room. If my medicine is cooked, I will also take it with you. Others People don't have to follow."

"Yes, master."

The servants left.

"Chief, come with me."

"Amitabha."

The monastery was even more desolate and quiet at night, the two of them walked side by side for a long time without saying a word, and walked around the monastery without knowing it.

The little prince laughed and said, "Your temple is quite small."

"Calm down, everything is small."

"It doesn't make much sense for you to talk about all these things with me." So saying, he sighed, "Forget it, what's the matter with you talking about it, you might as well go back to the bedroom and drink the medicine earlier rest."

This medicine has been taken by the young prince every day for more than ten years. The imperial doctor has changed a batch, but the pharmacy has never changed. It is more suitable for hanging life than for curing diseases.

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The little prince drank the medicine, washed and took a shower, and went to bed, and then stayed in the repair room, having important matters to discuss with the monks in the courtyard.

Getting under the quilt, he closed his eyes a little tiredly.

After a while, the little prince opened his eyes slightly, and secretly said: Why do you feel, it's a little hot...

The little prince kicked off the quilt while he was in a daze, but the burning sensation did not weaken, but intensified instead.Thirsty, his body was boiling hot, a hot wave mixed with a tingling feeling slowly spread all over his body, gathering towards the place where he had never stood up due to illness for more than ten years.In this way, he realized that something was wrong - in this situation, he was clearly drugged, and the drug was extremely strong, and it didn't take long before he was sweating profusely, bewitched by lust, and fell into the tide of emotion.

Where did this go wrong?

Soon, he had no time to think about it, and his mind became chaotic.

"Son, son..."

When Wu came back, what he saw was the flimsy and proud little prince in the past, his clothes disheveled, his snow-white chest exposed, hugging the quilt and caressing him.His originally pale and bloodless face was stained with flushed lips, he rubbed lightly on the bed, his eyes were filled with water, and he was about to shed tears, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he called out "Zi Chang" in a low voice, one after another, It seemed that it was his last sustenance and reliance.

Without silence, she stepped forward to feel his pulse, and her face became more serious.

"How does it feel?" He said, his tone implied anxiety, no longer calm and alienated.

"Hot...Thirsty..." The little prince licked his lower lip, which was dyed bright red, and murmured.

"Do you know why you are like this?"

The little prince said with difficulty: "No, I don't know." Instead, he stretched out his hand to grab the sleeveless sleeve, and said in distress, "My son... help me."

Liao Wu frowned: "Is there an antidote?"

"I don't know..."

After that there was another moment of silence, until the little Prince Qin let out a quick gasp, his eyes were full of water, and then he said slowly: "Amitabha, benefactor - there is a good friend."

Although the little prince was distracted, he could still hear clearly. After realizing the meaning of his words, he immediately opened his eyes wide and breathlessly said, "What do you mean?"

"For the sake of the benefactor."

"So... you would rather watch me die, see me being bullied by others, and go through all kinds of troubles, and don't want to touch me, would you?!" The little prince's voice was weak, he panted slightly, and frowned his pretty eyes. , pursing his lips angrily.He was hot all over, and because of lust, his usually weak and pale cheeks were stained pink, and even the corners of his eyes were full of tenderness and charm.

"Amitabha, the donor, the body is above all else."

"Heh... um..." The little prince let out a soft snort, and couldn't help panting and whimpering a few times. His expression was pitiful, and he couldn't help but almost bit his lips that were pink and tender due to lust.

"No, I always say that I like you, it's true."

Qin Xiaowang's expression began to be in a trance, and his thoughts suddenly turned back and forth. He actually mixed up his past and present lives and couldn't tell them apart.

"I don't want anyone to touch me but you."

He couldn't help murmuring with his eyes blurred:

"I have been strict and indifferent for more than twenty years, and you taught me love in two lifetimes."

"You once said that I was loved by you, and no one else could hurt me."

"You say that everything in the world is inferior to me."

"You said you would always follow me."

"You said that you want to treat me with respect and love on the apex of your heart."

"You said that life after life will never be separated."

"Now you, are you going to push me to someone else?"

"Zi Chang." He smiled, resolutely, his clear eyes were full of mist, staring blankly, his long and slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then wept.He lay on the bed and pulled down the collar of his underwear, revealing his clean and frail upper body, pointing at his heaving chest with his white fingers.

"How about I cut this heart out for you?"