Dressed as a canary pampered by the Ninth Prince

In the secret room, an old man was taking Yan Rongzhen's pulse. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Your Highness, your letter is due soon."

When Yan Rongzhen heard it, his face was gloomy and terrifying, "About when?"

"If it's slow, half a month later, if it's fast, it will be two days." It stands to reason that the normal Kun Ze will arrive as scheduled after the [-]th and [-]th, and the Ninth Prince is already later than the other Kun Ze In a few years, I'm afraid that when the tide of letters comes, it will be even more turbulent. The old man stroked his beard with a look of worry on his face.

Yan Rongzhen's hands hanging between his legs clenched into fists, and he replied after a while: "Uncle Ji, can you really not restrain yourself?"

Ji Bo shook his head. Confidence is the fate of every Kunze. Forcibly curbing it is like changing fate. He once tried to develop a way to curb the confinement for Yan Rongzhen, but it didn't work, so he gave up. .

But, why does His Highness want to contain it? Although Mr. Fu is a male favorite, he can tell that His Highness really loves him. Since Mr. Fu is Qianyuan, it is just right, why should we restrain him.

Yan Rongzhen was silent for a while, before replying: "This king knows, but there is still one question."

"Please speak, Your Highness."

"I heard that the pregnancy rate will increase greatly during the Xinchao period. My king cannot conceive now."

"As long as..." Ji Bo seldom hesitated for a moment, because it was a bit embarrassing for a Kunze to say this, but thinking that he, as a doctor, shouldn't have such worries, he continued: "As long as Your Highness tells Mr. It’s enough to enter the pregnancy cavity.” However, during Kunze’s Xinchao period, the emission of Xinxiang cannot be curbed, which requires Qianyuan to maintain a certain degree of sobriety and rationality, if he indulges for a moment, I am afraid that all previous efforts will be wasted.

"Can't avoid the child soup?"

"Kunze in the Xinchao period, avoiding child soup is invalid."

What a trouble, Yan Rongzhen frowned and waved Ji Bo down.

In the bedroom, Fu Yuan was only wearing this underwear, waiting silently for Yan Rongzhen, but he seemed to be extremely busy today, and there was faint sound of shifting outside, but there was still no sign of that person.

Fu Yuan looked at the candlestick beside the bed, the flickering flames flickered, and he was unconsciously fascinated. He belatedly realized that he was like a family member guarding the vacant room alone, and a trace of emptiness and sadness inevitably surged in his heart.

He got out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and reached out to caress this noble face.

This kind of feeling made him feel that the alarm bells were ringing. There was a difference between him and Yan Rongzhen. Yan Rongzhen was the prince of the dynasty, but he was just a ghost who wandered in by mistake. Besides, this body was nothing special. In terms of advantages, his identity is probably just a skin that Yan Rongzhen can take a liking to.

"Tu Tut Tuk" suddenly came a sound from outside the door, he turned his head away, but only heard a sentence, "Young Master Fu, His Highness asked the slave to inform you that he will not be coming tonight, please rest early."

Fu Yuan was taken aback, this was the first time Yan Rongzhen didn't go back to the room to sleep with him, thinking that Fu Yuan didn't hear it, the servant outside repeated it again, and then he came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "Oh ,okay, I get it."

"Your Highness said, the night is cold and the sky is cold, so don't you suffer from the cold, my lord."

"En." Fu Yuan looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and suddenly felt that his arms were really cold, so he hugged them and stroked them.

When Yan Rongzhen got tired of him, where should he go, maybe he couldn't stay in the capital?Fu Yuan couldn't help thinking, according to the past, he had never done anything he was not sure of, and it was the first time he was so passive like today, but it has to be said that this was a special experience.

In ancient times, there were a lot of unrestrained people. Maybe he, Fu Yuan, could do the same. At that time, let's be a ranger and take a good look around the landscape of Beiyuan. Wouldn't it be fun?As he thought about it, a slight smile floated on his lips, knowing that he would not think of someone for the time being.

On the bedside of the study room, Yan Rongzhen curled up in the thick quilt, as if feeling extremely cold, but upon closer inspection, Kun Ze's forehead was covered with dense sweat, which was obviously extremely hot, and Yan Rongzhen frowned , obviously unwilling to let himself succumb to this so-called nature, he exhaled a burst of hot air from his nose, and felt his already muddy head becoming more and more dizzy, as if he could smell a scent of pine wood from the mountains.

Fu Yuan's temptation to himself has reached such a point that he even has hallucinations. Yan Rongzhen's brows were raised coldly, and his hands tightly grasped the corner of the quilt. The longer the time passed, the more empty he felt. This feeling has never been felt before. And stronger than ever.

It seems that the letter Ji Bo said has come, but he never thought that it would be so difficult to resist. Now he can only rush into the bedroom quickly and hug Fu Yuan fiercely...

No, I can't think about it anymore, Yan Rongzhen bit it hard until he tasted the rust on the tip of his tongue, and then regained a trace of clarity.

But what he didn't know was that the Kunze Xinxiang from him had quietly spread out, and it was getting thicker and thicker. The servants waiting outside the door, except for the moderate who were not sensitive to Kunze Xinxiang, were all unbearable. They were so disturbed that they even wanted to escape one after another, in order to avoid being disturbed by Yan Rongzhen's domineering Xinxiang, and to do irreversible things.

The housekeeper in the mansion walked over, he knew that if he didn't do anything, the people below would be unable to suppress him, but before he dared to step forward, he saw the door in front of him open with a "shua", and a gasp A tall and burly figure appeared in front of the people, and then the overwhelming scent of letter came surging.

The servants hurriedly knelt down on the ground, but Yan Rongzhen staggered and rushed towards the bedroom.

Fu Yuan didn't sleep well tonight, and felt inexplicably anxious. He comforted himself that maybe it was because of the worry about going to bed alone suddenly, so he forced himself to sleep, but within half a cup of tea, he felt hot all over his body. , as if he had a fever, he stretched out his hand and wiped his forehead, only to feel wet.

Why did you suddenly have a fever?He was a little confused in a daze, and was thinking about whether to call someone in, but there was a painful "babbling" sound from the door, and he was hugged by a hot body the next moment.

A familiar aura came over his face, Fu Yuan hugged it back very naturally, through the dim candlelight, he met a pair of blurred phoenix eyes, his throat tightened suddenly, and he said: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you... um Well..."

Yan Rongzhen had lost all reason at this moment, he only knew that he wanted to ruthlessly tear the person in his arms into his stomach, and he couldn't help thinking that if it was Fu Yuan, it would not be unacceptable.

"Yuaner, hug me... hug me..."

Hearing this, Fu Yuan first slightly opened his eyes wide, and the scent of the two people was entangled in the air, and soon turned into a strong, sweet smell, which made him unable to break free...