After death I became the canary of the cruel prince

Bei Gongzhi was pacing back and forth in the hall, this smell was his fault!

Could it be that Zheng Liang is still alive!

Looking at the mixed vegetable soup on the table, there was something surging in Bei Gongzhi's black eyes, and there was an inexplicable expectation faintly.

"Crack," the door pushed open from the outside.

Chef Li walked in with one person.

The breeze shakes the gauze curtains, the twelfth lunar month has passed, and now it is early spring. The thin and cool air implies a hint of coolness.

Chef Li's tall figure just blocked the people behind him, and only a wisp of black hair was vaguely seen.

Bei Gongzhi's dark eyes flickered, everyone said that a bitch has a long life, how could he die so easily, wasn't he high-spirited when he was humiliated, this kind of person cherishes his life more than anyone else.

The fundus of the eyes was red, the eyes were burning, and there was a throbbing in his heart that even he hadn't noticed.

"My lord, someone brought it."

Chef Li bowed and said, and slowly stepped aside.

The thin Tsing Yi swayed, and following the boy's steps forward, a pure and coquettish face was revealed in his eyes.

The thin lips that were about to raise froze, and the light flickering in the black eyes disappeared and turned into rolling anger.

"It's you!"

Feeling disgusted, those eyes seemed to tear the boy apart alive.

The young man was not afraid, he only smiled with crooked eyebrows, his whole body was bathed in the sunshine, overlapping with another person in a trance.

"It's me."

The hall fell into silence, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. Bei Gongzhi looked at him stubbornly, but the young man kept smiling, but his palms were already covered with cold sweat.

"Wen Junping..." He walked towards him step by step, Wen Junping subconsciously took a step back until he leaned against the door panel.

There was a bang.

Wen Junping's body trembled, and the man hit the door with his fist, trapping him in his arms.

The cold scent of orchids mixed with the smell of wine poured into his nostrils. The young man shrank his neck, his slender eyelashes trembled, and the hands curled up in front of his chest trembled, like a frightened rabbit trying to push him away with its paws, but timidly Don't dare to do it.

"You made this soup?" A man's voice sounded above his head.

The low and hoarse voice reveals an indescribable sadness.

Maybe I heard it wrong?

"Yes." Wen Junping's heart was pounding, and his throat was rolling unconsciously.

A pair of big palms strangled his chin, forcing him to raise his head to meet the man's dark eyes.

"Continue to do it in the future, I will eat it every day."

"Eh?"

Wen Junping's stunned face was reflected in the man's dark eyes, and there were waves of light flickering in the deep pupils, and finally submerged silently in the dark spring eyes, and the silence was restored.

He lets go of him.

"From today on, you will stay in the main courtyard to serve."

Wen Junping still maintained a timid look with his hands drawn, and only waited for the man to turn his head and stare at him before Wen Junping reacted.

"Thank you...thank you, my lord."

After leaving the hall, Chef Li congratulated him again and again, saying that his future is boundless, and he should not forget to promote himself in the future.

Everyone thought that Beigong held the broken sleeves, Wen Junping was so good-looking, and the prince kept him because of a soup, which inevitably made others suspect whether the prince had taken a fancy to him.

When Wen Junping returned to the cold courtyard, Huofeng was still sitting in the courtyard smoking a gun.

"It's done?"

"He asked me to serve in the main courtyard, and I'm leaving here."

After saying the words, I started to panic, obviously I should be happy.

"Well, the burden has been packed for you."

Hongfeng threw his burden to him, with his back turned.

"Go quickly, don't disturb my quietness."

Hongfeng drove him out, closed the door again, and Mu Chun, who came to pick him up, came over.

"Mr. Wen, your room has been vacated, let's go."

Wen Junping turned his head to look at the closed courtyard. "Mu Toon, do you know how he was imprisoned?"

"Who is Mr. Wen talking about?" Mu Chun was at a loss.

"Hongfeng, the person who was imprisoned in the cold courtyard with me."

Mu Chun trembled, with an expression of about to cry. "Mr. Wen, don't scare me. You are the only one in the cold courtyard from the beginning to the end."