Transformation of the slag prince plan

Mr. Zhou was originally from Tongzhou. Seeing that the end of the year was approaching, he wanted to leave for Tongzhou.Before leaving, he left Fan Yi's address and asked him to come directly to him when he went to Beijing next spring.

Together with the address, there is also homework, which Fan Yi must complete.

Fan Yi had to put on a modern posture of preparing for the college entrance examination, forgot to sleep and eat, locked himself in the study and started to do homework by hand, which lasted a whole day.

By the time he finally finished the massive amount of homework Mr. Zhou assigned him, it was already the eve of New Year's Eve.

Fan Yi looked at the stack of papers that were filled with writing on the desk, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally finished.At this moment, he suddenly missed the computer, a good friend of mankind.

Putting the books and the stack of papers together and putting them on the bookshelf, he stretched, twisted his sore neck from side to side, and then walked out while rubbing his right hand.

As soon as he walked to the door of the study, his eyes were completely white.

Snowing.

Goose feathers and heavy snow, cold and holy.

He couldn't help but take a few more steps, went up the corridor, and stared quietly.

Seeing Fan Yi standing motionless in the porch, Yi Cui immediately stepped forward, draped the cloak on his shoulders, tied it up for him carefully, and said softly, "Master, do you want to serve dinner? The kitchen is in the pot today." , it is most suitable to eat in snowy weather.”

Fan Yi was silent for a while, then turned around and asked her, "Where's Xin'er?"

Thinking of the little boy's chubby face, Yi Cui couldn't help laughing and said: "Young master just drank milk, and now he's in the Nuan Pavilion, he's in high spirits." She held the umbrella in her other hand Stretch it out and block it on top of Fan Yi's head, shielding him from the wind and snow.

Fan Yi took the umbrella from Yicui's hand, and the two walked towards the main room.

Although it was snowing heavily, the bluestone slab was clean. Two strong and powerful servants on the side of the road were wearing coir raincoats and holding brooms in their hands, moving non-stop.

Fan Yi glanced at it, and then told Yi Cui: "Let the kitchen cook more ginger soup, and you should drink some too. It's such a cold day, don't catch the cold."

Leaning on Cuifu's body: "Yes."

When they walked to the main room, the pot was placed on the table, with mutton in the pot and a few dishes of small vegetables beside it.Fan Yi was a little surprised, pointing to the plate of cucumbers not far away and asked: "How can there be this in the middle of winter?"

Yi Cui smiled and replied: "My lord earlier ordered Zhuangzi to find a way to grow it. I heard that Zhuangtou was in a hurry at the time, and finally built a greenhouse. It took a lot of effort to grow this rare species."

Fan Yi raised his eyebrows, inevitably a little touched in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Ji Lanshu would keep his taste in mind, and even spend a lot of time trying to make such an out-of-season dish.

He drooped his long eyelashes, let Yicui clean his hands with a hot towel, picked up chopsticks and began to eat in silence.

At the whole dining table, he was the only one eating quietly, which made Fan Yi, who was used to eating with two people these days, feel a little uncomfortable.

He sighed secretly, and had to admit Ji Lanshu's cunning, and suddenly felt that the delicious mutton he had just eaten suddenly tasted bad.

Ji Lanshu's routine of boiling frogs in warm water is really skillful.

But what about myself?Is it really indifferent?

He recalled his behavior again, and found that he was ridiculously hypocritical.

During the time when Lu Rong lived in Zhuangzi, he didn't hold it like this, and his attitude towards Lu Rong was kind.

It is true that Lu Rong is his friend, so he naturally wants to get closer.But Ji Lanshu has a deeper bond with him. He is also Xin'er's other father, and he is very dedicated to him from the beginning to the end.

The more Fan Yi thought about it, the more he felt guilty, so he simply put down his chopsticks and asked Yi Cui: "Is the prince in the residence today?"

Yicui is just the maidservant of Lanyi Garden, how can she spy on the prince's whereabouts.What's more, if someone finds out about the lord's affairs casually, it would be easy to beat him up and sell the house.

Now that the young master asked, she hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I don't know." Then she asked if he could go to the front yard to ask?

Fan Yi shook his head, looked at a table of dishes, but couldn't eat any more, so he waved his hand to get them removed.

He went to the Nuan Pavilion to tease his son, the child is different every day, his eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as Ji Lanshu's, his bright eyes are looking at his father, excitedly waving his tightly wrapped hands, his small mouth is even more "Ah ah ah" non-stop.

Fan Yi laughed immediately, and gently kissed Fan Xin's ruddy cheek, and patiently played with him for a while, and did not leave until his son fell asleep.

The snow outside still hasn't stopped, and the whole garden is white and clean.

Clogs creaked as they stepped on the white snow.

Fan Yi asked Yi Cui and the others not to follow, and walked slowly in the garden alone, looking up at the snowflakes constantly falling in the sky from time to time.

It's so late, Ji Lanshu hasn't returned home yet, it's so cold outside, did he bring a heater?

Realizing what he was thinking, Fan Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I have long made up my mind to forget the past, but I still feel uneasy and have subtle expectations in my heart, right?

It seems alienated, but in fact, he has long since lost his grudges in his heart, but when facing Ji Lanshu, he has to look quite defensive.

The faint thought in his mind slowly reappeared - it was Ji Lanshu in his previous life who brought him endless pain, so what does it have to do with Ji Lanshu in this life?

Ji Lanshu's sincerity is already on the surface, he always thinks of himself, and everything is for himself, can't this kind of attitude make him believe it for a while?

Fan Yi stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake. The cold touch made his palm slightly clenched.

He walked slowly to the Huxin Pavilion, opened the heavy windproof curtain, and walked to the stone table and sat down.

Not long after, a servant woman came in with a charcoal basin and a small stove for warming wine, followed by a maid carrying a tray.They were silently busy, and when they retreated, refreshments were set on the stone table, the sake in the jug was already warm, and a delicate wine cup was placed beside it.

Fan Yi looked at the steaming jug in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

Only now did he realize that while he was enjoying himself, he had to always take into account the long-gone resentment in his previous life, and always looked at Ji Lanshu with critical eyes.

Not to mention that he went crazy after drinking and took advantage of others.

When did he, Fan Yi, become such a person? !But even if he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed disgustingly hypocritical.

But he really can't forget the pain he has experienced.Facing the baby who was in urgent need of medical treatment, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly, he could only hug the baby who was cooling down slowly, and let the heart-wrenching pain fill his limbs and bones.

He also couldn't forget how the Yangtze River water was so cold that it seemed to be frozen to the bones, how it cut off all his vitality little by little, the feeling of suffocating because he couldn't breathe, and dying in pain.

But what does the pain that I experienced in my previous life have anything to do with Ji Lanshu now?

An idle prince who was spoiled by the emperor, has some relationship with his father, and happened to fall in love with himself.

Since he came to the palace, Ji Lanshu's behavior has never been presumptuous, and he has kept a comfortable distance in contact with him.

If it wasn't for that night, Fan Yi would not have doubted that he would have been able to uphold the style of a gentleman in front of him, let himself gradually adapt to his existence, and no longer resist him.

Fan Yi never imagined that Ji Lanshu, who used to be so domineering and unrestrained, was willing to do this for himself.

After all, with his appearance, status, and wealth, others have always been rushing to praise him. If he can win his favor for a short time, he probably thinks that his ancestral grave is full of smoke.

Things have developed into this way, should they continue to be hypocritical?Fan Yi shook his head in his heart, it was impossible for him to put on such a disgusting look again.

Otherwise, just try it.

He thought that if Ji Lanshu showed his dissolute nature like in his previous life, he would not have no way out.Why look forward and backward?

After making up his mind, Fan Yi only felt relaxed, lifted the flagon and poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Ji Lanshu, don't let me down.