Condescending and Condescending

But there is one thing to say, this Dragon King's heir looks quite good-looking when he smiles, even Zhao Yan, who is so majestic in the eyes of Miss Song's family, is two points inferior in front of him...

...Wait, what is he thinking.

Chen Ci's breathing was slightly stagnant, because of his untimely thoughts.

It's just that he didn't show it on his face, and bowed his hands respectfully: "My son."

"I don't know what you can do when the son visits late at night."

Fang Yanqin looked at the layout of the study and said, "I heard that Xiuzhi is Zhao Yan's staff?"

fix it?

Why didn't he know that the son of the Dragon King was still familiar.

Chen Ci couldn't guess the reason for Fang Yanqin's visit, so he replied truthfully: "Exactly."

Fang Yan hummed: "How many years has Xiuzhi been with Zhao Yan?"

Chen Ci: "If you return to your son, it will be exactly one year."

Fang Yanqin asked again: "How old is Xiuzhi this year?"

Chen Ci pursed the corners of his lips, thinking about the imaginative question in the dialect.

"22."

"Oh!"

Fang Yanqin suddenly smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I'm also 22 this year."

Chen Ci: "..."

How could he remember that the son of the Dragon King just turned seventeen last month.

So he subconsciously analyzed whether there was any deep meaning hidden in this sentence.

But no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a reason.

So he could only sink his breath, and asked again: "Dare to ask the prince to visit late at night, why?"

Only then did Fang Yanqin say: "It's not a big deal, I just heard that Zhao Yan has a very powerful staff member, so come and have a look."

"After meeting Xiuzhi, I realized that the rumors were true. Xiuzhi's talent is really rare in the world."

Chen Ci: "..."

If he remembered correctly, they had spoken less than ten sentences just now, and it was all nonsense.

So why are the rumors true?

Who knew that in the next second, I heard Fang Yanqin say: "So Xiuzhi intends to come to my subordinates as an assistant?"

Hearing this, the corners of Chen Ci's lips tightened even more.

Because he, who has always been thorough, is even more and more unable to guess Fang Yanqin's intentions.

He could only reply cautiously: "Your Majesty is joking, the next official is the eldest son's aide, so how can you not hug the pipa."

"That's it!"

Fang Yanqin said it was impossible not to be disappointed.

Because in this way, the dream of being a staff member when you have something to do, and a staff member who has nothing to do will not come true.

"Since Xiu is unwilling, then I will not force it."

"Thank you, sir, for your understanding."

Chen Ci's doubts in his heart increased, because he didn't expect Fang Yanqin to give up so easily.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Fang Yanqin said again: "It's a pity, I still have a lot of things I want to ask for advice and fix it... How about it, why don't you and I just go to sleep tonight and have a good chat."

Chen Ci: "..."

His first thought was to refuse, because somewhere in the dark, he had a feeling that the dialect was malicious.

But then he swallowed the words that came to his lips, because he was worried that if he refused Fang Yanqin again, he would offend Fang Yanqin.

At least now, it's not time to offend the Dragon King's son.

So he could only say: "Then it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Fang Yanqin laughed immediately.

So a quarter of an hour later, after washing, he took off his coat and socks, climbed onto the bed, and finally waved to Chen Ci: "Come on."

Those who didn't know thought he was inviting customers!

Chen Ci: "..."

If Fang Yanqin is inviting customers, then what is he...

Chen Ci quickly put these messy thoughts behind him, then walked towards the big bed.

Unexpectedly, when he got on the bed, Fang Yanqin's feet stuck to him, and he said, "Why are Xiuzhi's feet so cold, I'll warm you up."

Chen Ci froze.

Because the temperature on Fang Yanqin's feet was too high, and because Fang Yanqin's breath hit his earlobe, the two together made him tremble physically and mentally.

The most important thing is that Fang Yanqin's feet wrap around his feet, but his chin is almost parallel to his nose.

Such a height difference should be very suitable for kissing...

Chen Ci's breathing was slightly short of breath, are all children developed so well nowadays?

Wait, what is he thinking again?

Chen Ci quickly calmed down.

The corners of his lips tightened even more.

Because he has long been used to controlling everything, he doesn't like this feeling of being out of control.

But before he could think of a countermeasure, Fang Yanqin said again: "Has Xiuzhi not had a good rest recently? I think you don't look very well... Then let's forget about today. You have a good rest, and we will talk another day. "

Chen Ci: "..."

Then you should go back!

The corners of Chen Ci's lips twitched and twitched.

Just very irritable.

Especially after Fang Yanqin quickly fell asleep and his breathing became smooth and orderly.

But even so, he didn't push Fang Yanqin away.

It's still the same old saying, Fang Yanqin is the son of Prince Taki, and they can't tear themselves apart with him yet.

And one thing to say, Fang Yanqin's feet were indeed very warm, and Chen Ci couldn't help curling his toes...

He looked at the top of the dark bed, and the sound of a watchman being beaten could be heard far outside the house.

Chen Ci had never shared a bed with a man before, so he thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but in fact, within a short while, he fell into a deep sleep.

But when he woke up the next morning, his face was even uglier.

After all, whoever wakes up in the morning and finds himself lying in the arms of the enemy will not be in a better mood.

So after eating a simple breakfast, he said directly: "The next official is going to take up his post, so I won't send the son off."

After speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard Fang Yanqin say: "Then I'll talk to Xiuzhi Bingzhuye tonight."

Chen Ci: "..."

So much so that the whole morning that followed, the air pressure around Chen Ci was frighteningly low.

Until the afternoon, a court document came, saying that there was a civil uprising in the southwest, requesting King Taki to allocate a batch of food, grass and military equipment to support the southwest.

Although King Taki didn't want to be taken advantage of, he still had to save face.

Therefore, Chen Ci, who happened to be in charge of Takiji's logistics, naturally lived in the Yamen on the grounds of being busy with business, avoiding Fang Yanqin.

It's just that before he was happy for a long time, at noon the next day, he heard the report from the yamen servant, saying that his servant had brought him food.

Chen Ci didn't think much about it, he just thought that the servant at home brought some wild game, so he prepared it and sent it to him for a taste.

As a result, when the young man dressed as a servant came in, Chen Ci realized that the man was not a servant of his family at all.

The young man immediately said: "My lord, my son heard that Mr. Chen has been busy with business these days, and he hasn't been home for several days, and the food in the yamen tastes so-so. You sent some over here just now."

Chen Ci stopped writing in an instant.

So what exactly does the son of the Dragon King want to do?

Is it to recruit him, or to drive a wedge between him and Zhao Yan?

But he later dismissed the idea.

After all, Zhao Yan is just the adopted son in name of the Dragon King now. No matter how strong Zhao Yan is, he cannot threaten his status.

The son of the Dragon King could not have thought of this.

So he has no reason to target Zhao Yan now.

Thinking of this, Chen Ci frowned even tighter.

Seeing that Chen Ci didn't respond for a long time, the young man couldn't help but said, "Master Chen?"

Only then did Chen Ci come to his senses, and he stood up immediately: "Let's put it there, I'll trouble you to thank the prince for me."

The young man put the food box on the table: "The little one will go back first."

Chen Ci: "Thank you."

When the young man left, Chen Ci couldn't help reaching out and pressing his temple.

Then he wanted to pick up his pen and deal with some official business, but he couldn't concentrate all the time, and the peripheral vision from the corner of his eye kept drifting to the food box next to him.

So Chen Ci had no choice but to put down the pen again, then reached out and took the food box next to him.

He wanted to see what dishes Fang Yanqin brought him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the food box was opened, a wave of warmth mixed with a tantalizing fragrance came to the nostrils.

Chen Ci brought out all the dishes, braised pork, eggplant with minced meat, and a pan-fried tofu, all of which were his favorite dishes, and there was a charcoal brazier at the bottom of the food box, which was obviously used to keep warm.

It can only be said that Qin has a heart in dialect.

Chen Ci silently took a bite of eggplant with minced meat.

And the taste is pretty good too.

But what he didn't expect was that Fang Yanqin was not only caring, but also persevering.

Because in the next few days, Fang Yanqin almost never had three meals a day and sent someone to bring him meals.

No matter how much he refuses, it's useless.

Because of this, every meal time, his colleagues came up with rice bowls like wolfhounds smelling meat.

At the end, they didn't forget to sigh: "I'm really envious, brother Chen invited such a good cook, these days, the dishes delivered are not the same."

"That's right, my wife has been cooking tofu with shallots for three days in a row."

"Don't talk about it, your wife will at least bring you meals. My wife only gives me fifteen coins and asks me to go outside to solve it myself."

……

Hearing this, Chen Ci frowned.

Because his colleagues only thought that these meals were sent by his cook, but he knew that these meals were sent by dialect Qin.

In other words, Fang Yanqin treats him more warmly than his wife treats her husband.

Thinking of how Fang Yanqin had been staring at him in the Flower Hall of Prince Taki's Mansion back then, and the scene where he tried everything possible to stay at his house a few days ago, Chen Ci's expression changed instantly.

No wonder he couldn't figure out the reason why Fang Yanqin was so warm to him after thinking about it, but it turned out that his real purpose was to please him.

How ridiculous!

The royal family was fatuous, Emperor Taiping destroyed him and the whole family of the Chen family, but Prince Taki, who was a member of the royal family, fell in love with him.

So the son of the Dragon King is destined not to get his response.

And I don't know if he will regret everything after knowing his true purpose and what he has done in the future.

Thinking of this, Chen Ci sneered in his heart.

Unexpectedly, at this time, one of his colleagues seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly said: "Hey, brother Chen, why are your ears red?"

Chen Ci: "..."