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The relationship between Fu Ling and King Cheng is neither salty nor warm. They can be called acquaintances, but they can't be called good friends.

He was sent to Dayu when he was ten years old, so he could be regarded as the prince of a country, so Qin Houde didn't treat him harshly, and let him go to the palace to study poetry and book etiquette with other princes and ministers' children.

Fu Ling has a cold personality. Whether facing the proud and self-confident King Cheng, or the gentle and elegant prince, he has maintained an attitude of respect and distance from the beginning to the end.To be more precise, Fu Ling kept a certain distance from not only the two Princes of Dayu, but also everyone in Dayu.

But on the other hand, King Cheng, the prince, and other officials' children may not want to contact Fu Ling much: he is a proton, and although he is the prince of Beiyan, he is still a proton.

——What's the use of making friends with such a poor guy who was abandoned by Beiyan?

It's just a big country bullying a proton, it's not nice to say it.

Therefore, Qin Houde would invite Fu Ling to participate in every feast.The following royal relatives and ministers all followed suit. Whether it is a wedding banquet or an outing, they will hand over invitations. They will not be happy when Fu Ling goes to the banquet, and they will not be sad if Fu Ling does not come.

It's just a dispensable person.

Fu Ling hated these people, they were too lazy to see him, and he also felt that sitting with these people was really boring.

But he could refuse the invitation of ordinary officials, but he could not refuse the invitation of King Cheng.

It was an accident to meet King Cheng at the gate of Biezhuang.

Neither of them had any interest in each other, they nodded and greeted each other faintly, and walked into the villa together, and then came to the shore next to the waterside pavilion, and heard Xie Zhao and Feng Ruiming's exchanges.

Standing on the shore, Fu Ling looked at Xie Zhao who was dressed in green in the water pavilion from a distance, and instantly remembered Qi Lan's distraught appearance three days ago.

"I think the pair of masters and servants next door like to talk to themselves." Qi Lan was grinding for him, and said inexplicably: "That little man named Bingwen invited me to the teahouse for tea and chat in three days. ? And said that you and Mr. Xie will become confidants in the future?"

He sneered and said, "What a daydream! How could you become confidantes with Master Xie? He must be trying to trick me out so that he can learn more about His Highness from me, and then turn around and tell Master Xie." .”

Qi Lan proudly said: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I have already rejected him. I told that Bingwen that I will go to the banquet of His Highness Cheng Wang with you in three days."

So that day was a temptation?

Fu Ling understood.

Hearing Xie Zhao say "unexpected" with a smile, he couldn't help frowning slightly, but his face remained calm in the end.

Fu Ling nodded to Xie Zhao, and after saying hello softly, he found a corner in the waterside pavilion and sat down.There were two young and handsome officials sitting near that corner, but after Fu Ling sat down, they silently moved to the side to make some distance from him.

Fu Ling was cold and reticent, and his status was special, so they naturally didn't want to get too close to him.

The vacated distance just happened to be cheaper for Xie Zhao.

He didn't avoid suspicion, and sat beside Fu Ling, so close that their arms were touching.Fu Ling was not used to being so close to people, so he could only frown, watching Xie Zhao silently, hoping that Xie Zhao would stay away wisely.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xie couldn't understand the wink, so he got closer to him: "It's really hard to see the third prince." Then he smiled, "Fortunately, fate has mercy on me, so I am here with you." You meet."

Fate has mercy?

The corners of Fu Ling's eyes twitched, and he said flatly, "Master Xie, you are serious."

What's more, it's hard to say whether it's fate or human effort.

Xie Zhao wanted to say something, but suddenly heard several high-fives.

He turned his head, and saw King Cheng leaning on the main seat, and said with a lazy smile: "Today we will not talk about political affairs, let's enjoy the lake and spring together. The king has prepared delicious food and wine for everyone. If you are not drunk, don't you?" Return!"

As soon as the words fell, several fair-skinned and beautiful maidservants walked into the water pavilion with their heads down, carrying delicious food and wine.The smell of the woman's makeup and powder came to his nostrils for a while, Xie Zhao suddenly felt short of breath, and approached Fu Ling unconsciously, and he relaxed his brows only when the faint and slightly bitter medicinal smell from the people around him rushed into his nose.

A maid walked up to Xie Zhao and Fu Ling, bent down and put the wine glass on the table, then turned around and greeted Xie Zhao and Fu Lingfu, saying hello: "Hongyue has seen Lord Xie and His Highness the Third Prince."

Xie Zhao held his breath, tried his best to look normal, and smiled at Hongyue: "We don't need to serve here for the time being, you go down first."

Hong Yue responded obediently, walked to a distance, and stood with lowered eyebrows.

As soon as Hong Yue left, Xie Zhao immediately let out a breath.But before he could slow down, someone's palm was already attached to his left arm, pushing him away gently but firmly.

Xie Zhao turned his head, and saw that Fu Ling had withdrawn his hand, and now he was quietly looking at the koi in the lake outside, and said softly, "Master Xie, you are too close."

Xie Zhao belatedly realized that she was about to lean on his shoulder just now.

This distance is indeed very close.

He was rarely ashamed, and moved aside: "Sorry."

The title of this party was an outing, but in fact it was a group of people sitting together drinking and chatting.The food prepared by King Cheng was delicious, and the beauties beside him watched shyly, and there was also a beautiful view of the lake. Everyone couldn't help but get drunk, and you drank one cup at a time.

Feng Ruiming was the one who drank the most.

When others toasted him, he drank two glasses directly. After five or six people toasted, his cheeks were already flushed, showing a bit drunk.

During the whole banquet, Xie Zhao and Fu Ling were the only two who did not drink at all.

Fu Ling was as quiet as an invisible man.

He didn't want to chat with others, and he didn't want to join this boring reception, so he picked up the jujube paste cake on the stone plate on the table, began to break the jujube paste cake bit by bit, and then threw it into the lake, quietly watching the carp swarming up looting.

The jujube paste cake was soft and sticky, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the fingertips. Fu Ling frowned, and wiped his fingers clean with a handkerchief.

The jujube paste crumbs thrown down just now had already been snatched up, and the carp quickly dispersed again, swinging their tails leisurely in the lake, blowing some bubbles from time to time.

Fu Ling wanted to get the jujube paste cake that had been broken into pieces just now.

Just when his white jade-like fingertips were about to touch the jujube cake, an equally slender and white hand stretched out from the right side, picking up the jujube cake one step earlier.

Xie Zhao smiled and broke off some crumbs of the pastry and threw it into the lake.

He chuckled lightly: "Since His Highness likes to be clean, I will feed the fish for His Highness."

Fu Ling glanced lightly over Xie Zhao, and said, "Master Xie is really considerate."

Xie Zhao crushed the jujube pastry in twos and then threw it into the lake.The koi in the lake saw that the fish food kept falling, and they gathered one after another. Suddenly, the lake was covered with golden and red koi, and the scene was extremely lively.

Xie Zhao wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said modestly, "I'm not always considerate."

Fu Ling smiled.

This was the first time he smiled in front of Xie Zhao.

This smile is shallow and faint, fleeting, but like melting ice and snow, green willow branches, all the gentle breeze of spring leaked from the corners of his eyes.

Xie Zhao was stunned for a moment.

Fu Ling looked at Xie Zhao and smiled lightly: "The spring is just right, Mr. Xie won't you have a drink with others?"

Xie Zhao came back to his senses: "I don't drink well, and if I drink too much, it will make people laugh."

He just wanted to ask Fu Ling why he didn't drink, but his eyes touched Fu Lingyou's pale face, and he swallowed the question again - the third prince doesn't look very healthy.

Xie Zhaoqing was relaxed and relaxed, while Fu Ling was cold and quiet. These two people had an outstanding demeanor. While drinking wine and talking loudly, the others secretly looked at them.

Someone whispered to the people beside him: "These two are really good looking."

The person beside him looked at the two people not far away, and nodded in agreement.

On this side, Feng Ruiming was ridiculed just now, and the anger in his heart was already high, and he couldn't suppress it after a few sips of wine.

As soon as he stood up, King Cheng looked at him coldly and warned, "Don't touch Xie Zhao."

Don't touch Xie Zhao?

Why?I am your cousin!

Feng Ruiming's face was filled with resentment, but when he looked at Shang Chengwang's expressionless eyes, the initial anger was instantly extinguished.

Thinking of this thunderous trick, Feng Ruiming shuddered and forced himself to smile: "...I'm going to have a drink with Fu Ling."

Drink with Fu Ling?

King Cheng glanced at Fu Ling who was sitting next to Xie Zhao in the distance, raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "Go, it's okay to drink to your heart's content."

Hearing what he said, Feng Ruiming's eyes lit up, and he immediately answered yes loudly, then lifted the wine pot, and strode up to Xie Zhao and Fu Ling.

He regarded Xie Zhao as air, and ordered the maid at the side to fill the glass with wine, and then handed the glass to Fu Ling: "At any rate, I used to be a classmate, Your Highness, I offer you a toast, you should drink it, right?"

When Feng Ruiming was young, he entered the palace as an accompanying student of King Cheng, and he was indeed a classmate with Fu Ling.

He doesn't like reading, so he hates the best readers in the class.It's just that most of those people have noble families, but Fu Ling is helpless and taciturn. When Feng Ruiming was scolded by the Taifu, he turned around and took out his anger on Fu Ling.

He didn't dare to move, so he threw Fu Ling's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and satirized him all day long.

But Fu Ling was calm and didn't bother to make trouble with him every time, Feng Ruiming dropped something, he turned his head and asked the palace servants to make it up, without any damage.

At this moment, seeing Fu Lingqing looking over coldly, Feng Ruiming recalled the days when he vented his anger on Fu Ling, and the anger that had just been extinguished in his heart was rekindled again.

He gritted his teeth: King Cheng can look at me with that look!You are just a proton, a poor wretch, how can you look at me like this? !

If I can't cure Xie Zhao, I can't possibly cure you!

Thinking about it this way, Feng Ruiming pushed the wine glass forward, half persuading and half forcing: "Third prince, do me a favor and have a drink?"

Fu Ling remained silent, still looking at him with that cold, emotionless gaze.

He didn't reach out.

Feng Ruiming felt the eyes of other people in the water pavilion fall on him, and the eyes became even more ruthless.

He pushed the glass forward savagely, almost to Fu Ling's lips, and said word by word: "You don't want to drink?"

Fu Ling remained silent, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He looked at Feng Ruiming quietly, and made Feng Ruiming even more furious, and then said softly: "I don't have an appetite for the wine that has passed through your hands."

This guy

Veins popped up on Feng Ruiming's forehead. Just as he was about to throw the glass, his hand lightened suddenly, and someone took the full wine glass from his hand.

He raised his head and saw Xie Zhao who was expressionless.

"You want to save face?"

The corners of Xie Zhao's lips raised, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Then I will give you face."

He thought coldly: You can give it, but I wonder if you can bear it?