Bend that ghost

His Highness the Crown Prince is always followed by a white-clothed man with a celestial appearance and no appearance. He does not wear an official uniform, and comes and goes in and out of the palace at will. He is dressed in white all the year round.Black color is honor, white is mourning, wearing white clothes in the palace is a big taboo, but the palace servants and concubines turn a blind eye to it - a joke, even if the Wen family wears hemp and filial piety, they still have to confess.

But Wen Yuan was only willing to stand behind one person, making the other three princes blow their lungs, but no matter what conditions were thrown at him, Wen Yuan smiled calmly and said: "Wen is good at deduction, Wen Yuan is not talented, he is only loyal to one master."

The implication is that I know who can be the emperor, so don't make foolish calculations.

The three princes made consecutive raids, and when they finally left, they all looked disheveled, full of unwillingness.

Wen Yuan didn't care. When His Highness was sent away as a hostage, the Second Prince was only three months younger than His Highness, and the Third Prince was already two years old. The face is full of joy!

Turning around and going back to the East Palace to find His Highness, bragging for a while, how wise and mighty he was to anger the three princes, and how they walked away in disgrace, and finally concluded with one sentence: "Your Highness, are you doing well?"

Jing Lian pursed her lips and glanced at him, put the pen aside, with a hint of softness in her cold eyes, and said softly: "You don't have to worry about this with them in the future."

Wen Yuan couldn't deny it, and leaned over to look at Jing Lian's new painting of plum blossoms. The red plum blossoms before the flowers bloomed vividly on the paper.

Looking at a person with a pen, one can see all the blue and green handwriting. The person who writes the pen is arrogant but restrained, which is really His Highness's style.

But Wen Yuan knew that His Highness had never painted anything except Que Mei in these years.

Wen Yuan slowly put the paintings aside to dry, with a captivating and gorgeous smile on his lips: "Those dead children just need to be dealt with. Your Highness, the emperor brother, has no time to teach them. As a prince Accompanied by reading, naturally should be disciplined."

He was standing beside Jing Lian, the distance between the two of them was very close, they seemed to be close together from a distance, especially when he deliberately turned his head to look at Jing Lian when he was speaking, leaned over slightly, warm His breath sprinkled on his ear, and he was only a short distance away from kissing the earlobe as white as jade.

Jing Lian was wiping her hands with a handkerchief, her earlobes were red, she froze but did not hide, she pursed her lips and scolded in a low voice: "Nonsense."

There was a deep and hoarse chuckle in his ears, and now his fair neck was stained with blush. Jing Lian squinted his eyes and turned his head to meet Wen Yuan's eyes. His actions are extremely inconsistent: "The following crimes are committed above, what should be the crime?"

A touch of surprise flashed in Wen Yuan's eyes, his brows were raised with playfulness, and he suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around His Royal Highness's thin waist, hugging him in his arms, rubbing his palms on the back of his waist through the fabric, and sighing secretly His Highness is still too thin, he can be hugged by an arm with a thin waist.

"I'm stupid, please tell me where I'm wrong."

Jing Lian's breath was stagnant, he was still almost as shameless as Wen Yuan, and immediately withdrew his hand in a panic, put it on the person's shoulder and pushed it away, frowned and said: "You are presumptuous."

Wen Yuan tightened his arms indiscriminately, watching His Royal Highness who had always been calm and self-sufficient with embarrassment in his eyes, the unattainable white plum gentleman suddenly turned into a gorgeous red plum, his eyes darkened suddenly, and he hugged him again. It’s okay to be bold!

He quickly raised his hand to clasp the back of Jing Lian's neck, and while he was in a daze, he lowered his head and kissed lightly on his light-colored lips. The moment his lips touched, his arms tightened, and he held him firmly in his arms. Originally, he just wanted to taste it. The thought was completely forgotten when he kissed the soft lips, and felt that the person in his arms began to struggle, Wen Yuan suddenly turned around and pushed the person against the wall, forcefully poking out his tongue to lick the tightly pressed lips over and over again , the hand stroking the skin on the back of Jing Lian's neck gently rubbed to comfort her.

Jing Lian gritted his teeth angrily and refused to speak. Although he had suffered a lot of flesh and blood and humiliation, he was the first Wen Yuan who dared to treat him like this. With ten fingers, he grabbed Wen Yuan's shoulder embroidered with light golden flowing cloud patterns, ashamed. The moment her annoyed eyes met Wen Yuan's, Jing Lian couldn't help being slightly startled.

There are extremely complicated emotions in the dark eyes, determination, sadness, unwillingness, and undisguised...love.

In just a moment, Jing Lian's heart softened, and he closed his eyes and sighed silently, that's all... leave it to this idiot.

The arms that were struggling and shoving turned up to Wen Yuan's neck softly, closed his eyes, opened his mouth a little and cautiously responded to the sudden kiss.

Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and surprise burst out of his eyes. This was a completely unexpected response, like throwing a person into the abyss and then giving him the rope to go back. No...not the rope, but throwing him down After that, I will accompany him into the abyss without hesitation!

There was only a moment of absence, and the next moment he kissed back eagerly.

The kiss was reluctantly ended until the gun was almost uncontrollable, and when the lips parted, a bright silver thread was pulled out.

Jing Lian's eyes were flushed, and he leaned back against the wall with his rosy lips parted slightly, panting lowly, unable to bear Wen Yuan's fiery gaze, he lowered his head straightly, and only raised his head after the heat from his cheeks faded, A pair of peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his cold expression added an aura of restraint, and he asked hoarsely, "When did you get up?"

With a serious tone and a slightly raised ending, it is indescribably charming.

Wen Yuan pressed his forehead against the wall, put his chin on Jing Lian's shoulder, tilted his head and kissed the tip of his ear, and laughed softly: "Who knows... I will never be able to accompany His Highness again."

For Mr. Wen's pitiful appearance, Prince Lian was almost laughed out of anger, taking advantage of it and selling it miserably?He stretched out his hand to push the person away, straightened his clothes, and once again glanced at the cold and unattainable His Royal Highness, Wen Yuan.

"Then move out from the East Palace tomorrow."

The smile on Wen Yuan's face froze, and he hugged his shoulders against the wall as if he had no bones, and lowered his head and sighed in self-pity: "Alas... since ancient times, the kings are so ruthless. Behind the red luan's spring tent, weep until dawn..."

"..."

Jing Lian helped his forehead.

Seeing this, Wen Yuan pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, and said melancholy: "I just took advantage of it, but in a blink of an eye, I will drive the servant out of the palace. Your Highness is so cruel——"

"Enough." Jing Lian frowned, leaning back on the pear wood chair, very calm, with a calm face, and the tips of his ears...red.

"Cough, good." Wen Yuan put it away when he saw the deal, his eyebrows and eyes were full of public joy.

It's almost an instinct to like His Highness. At first, it may be guilt. In Wen Yuan's self-perception, Jing Lian is acting as a proton for him. He owes Jing Lian, so he has to protect him.

But I don't know when, that simple desire to protect... gradually turned into a love that cannot be concealed.

He doesn't think he is the generation of broken sleeves, but when facing Jing Lian, he is often impulsive. He is the person in the dream, and when he wakes up, his crotch is a mess.

Want to kiss, want to hug, want to... more.

In all his fantasies about his lover, there are only two words - Jing Lian.