my lover is not human

The tribute fruits are extremely precious, and ordinary concubines may not be able to eat them. It is very difficult to transport them in the hot weather. The crown prince deliberately found this bunch, which shows how much he cares about the crown princess.

Lu Luo has been chattering since the morning, and the princess, who couldn't bear it anymore, sent her to the edge of the ice cellar to dig a hole.

Brewing wine requires a suitable temperature. It is too hot in summer, and the temperature near the ice cellar is relatively low. When Lu Luo led the people to dig the pit and returned to the hall with sweat on his face, the fruits that were not sent to the ice cellar in the hall turned into several The altar of fruit juice, filled with jade, is colorful and colorful.

"Sir, you are..."

Lu Luo looked at the juice on the small table. Although the finished product was good, the juice making table on the other side was already a mess.

"Back? Come, try this."

Handing her a glass of iced watermelon juice, Lu Luo held the bright red liquid in his hand, and couldn't swallow it. With the encouragement of his young master, he held his breath and took a sip. It was cold and refreshing, sweet and fragrant, little girl His eyes lit up: "It's really delicious, what is this, my lord?"

"It's good to drink." Yun evaded and didn't answer: "How is the digging going?"

Lu Luo couldn't help but took another sip, nodded and said: "It's dug, just like the young master said, it looks like a small cellar."

"You ask people to put these jars of wine in the dug cellar, and then seal the cellar." Yun Zhe pointed to the sealed jars of wine on the table.

"Yes."

Lu Luo turned to leave, Yun Zhe said again: "Where is the prince?"

"His Royal Highness the Prince went to the study after he came down to court. It seems that he has some official business to deal with, so he ordered the servants not to disturb him."

Yun Zhe nodded clearly.

Called the servants in the prince's palace to move the wine jar away, Lu Luo walked out of the palace gate holding the fruit juice that the young master rewarded him like a treasure, Yun Zhe leisurely drank iced drinks in the palace, when it was hot in the afternoon, the ancients wore more clothes, He still felt very hot, glanced at the watermelon juice left on the table, his eyes moved slightly, got up and threw two pieces of ice in, and left the Prince's Hall with a tray.

The study room is in the front yard of the East Palace. He retreated from the eunuch who insisted on following him. He went to the study room with an iced drink. He came to confirm one thing. He walked around the palace in men's clothes and passed a gazebo. Concubines Ji chatted together, but they didn't recognize him.

There were no palace guards outside the study, and the door was not closed tightly, as if deliberately waiting for him to come, stepping on the threshold, there was a coolness in the face, making the people who walked over against the scorching sun shiver comfortably.

The floor of the study room is paved with solid wood. In the middle is a gilded incense burner more than half a meter high. On the right side are bookshelves and a desk, which is where the prince works. Seeing a file on the reviewing table when the door was pushed open, he looked up.

Yun Zhe walked over with a cold drink and put the tray on the desk.

Yan Yi raised her eyebrows with interest: "For me?"

Yun Zhe said: "The rest."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't care either, picked it up and took a sip.

Yun Zhe took a look at the huge study room. On the side of the desk, there was an inner room separated by a screen. It was originally for resting. The desk faced the sun. Although it was some distance away from the window, the sun couldn't shine directly. Here The temperature should not be this low.

This person is simply a mobile humanoid air conditioner!

He suddenly didn't want to leave here.

It's just that this person seems to be very busy. He handed him a cold drink and he didn't even say thank you. Isn't it a bit self-defeating for him to stay here?

After struggling for a moment, he insisted on his duty, took the tray, turned and left.

Yan Yi suddenly said: "Grinding ink."

Yun Zhe looked around, there was no one serving in the study!

He couldn't wait, went around to the desk and picked up the ink stone, red cinnabar ink, and left a bright red comment on the file, floating like clouds, like a startling dragon, with majestic writing, never ending.

It was the first time Yun Zhe saw his handwriting, and he said that his words were just like his own, and what he said was true.

Looking up, she landed on that chiseled face, with deep phoenix eyes and a focused expression, without the coquettish manjusawa at the end of her raised eyes, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

"If you keep grinding, the ink will dry up."

Reminding with a smile on his face, Yun Zhe was startled, and when he lowered his head, he realized that the ink had indeed been worn a bit thick, and quickly added some water into the inkstone.

In fact, the grinder in the inkstone is enough for him to read a pile of files on the desk, and there is no need to grind it again.

Thinking of staring at the man just now, Yun Zhe felt a little embarrassed, but the man suddenly put down his pen, closed the file and looked up at him, asking, "What were you looking at just now?"

The corners of his lips were raised, his eyes were deep, and his voice was deliberately lowered to conceal his ridicule.

Yun Zhemian did not change his face: "Look at the flowers at the end of your eyes."

Yan Yi smiled and said, "You like it?"

"..."

The prince reached out and rubbed lightly on the inkstone, and the cinnabar from the grinding spread red on his fingertips. He squeezed two fingers together and lightly twisted, "Do you know what kind of flower that is?"

Yun Zhe said: "Manzhu Shahua."

"That's right, Manzhushahua." Yan Yi raised her eyes: "This flower is very beautiful, but he is ominous."

Manzhushahua, red like fire, like blood, red is shocking, beautiful and strange, sad, which means death and separation.

Yun Zhe pondered: "It suits you very well."

In the mansion of ghosts, he is the god of death, facing endless death.

Yan Yi's phoenix eyes moved slightly, and she picked up the pen again, "Hand."

Yun Zhe's fingers tightened slightly, and he stretched out his right hand.

The tip of the pen gently slid on the back of the hand, feeling a little itchy, the long sleeves were rolled up, extending from the wrist to the knuckles, and the flowers bloomed, like blood spreading, delicate and charming.

It was clearly just a flower drawn on the back of the hand, the tip of the pen seemed to be scratching at the bottom of my heart, the palm holding the wrist was warm, a little higher than the temperature in the study.

The pen was put back on the inkstone, but Yan Yi didn't let go of his hand. Yan Yi pulled him, as if admiring her own masterpiece.

Yun Zhe was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Yan Yi raised her eyes: "Do you like it?"

Seeing him nodding, His Royal Highness kindly let him go.

Yun Zhe raised his hand and spread his five fingers, facing that handsome face, recalling the appearance of the peanut in the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but hook his lips.

It's just that the color of this flower is more delicate and real than the cinnabar used to describe the flower. He reached out and wiped it, but the ink had dried up and could not be wiped off.

The person who drew the flower for him had already taken another file and returned to the state when he first entered the study.

Yun Zhe didn't understand the meaning of the flower he drew on himself, but he soon discovered a problem, the flower painted on the back of his hand by His Royal Highness the Ghost King could not be wiped off.

After returning to the Prince's Hall, he asked Lu Luo to wash it with water, but he couldn't wash it off. Instead, the more he washed it, the more beautiful it became, like rubies soaked in water, like morning dew on red roses, lifelike pistils and petals, It seemed to grow out of his flesh and blood, the more delicate it became with time.

"Young Master, why don't you just ask His Highness the Crown Prince how to wash this off?"

Lu Luo saw that he had been grimacing, and reminded him.

Yun Zhe sighed: "I asked, but he refused to tell."

The little maid covered her mouth and snickered, "Actually, this servant thinks it doesn't matter if you can't wash it off, how beautiful this flower is!"

"That's not what you said at the beginning!" Yun Zhe glared at her angrily.

When he first came back, his hands were covered with long sleeves drooping by his side. The girl thought he was bleeding from an injury, so she called the imperial doctor in a panic and had a big oolong.

Lu Luo resentfully stopped talking.

A palace official knocked on the door outside the hall: "Prince Concubine, the two side concubines are asking to see you outside."

Lu Luo was about to respond when Yun Zhe suddenly grabbed her and said, "Let them in."

"But son, His Highness does not allow you to have more contact with them."

"The frequency with which they come here can't always be gone, so go and open the door."

The fruit juice made that day was later sent to the concubine Ji of the East Palace. Since then, these people have come here almost every day, morning, noon and evening, but the people who come are different.

Lu Luo hesitated for a moment, but obediently went to open the door.

"It's really not easy to see your mother once..."

Lou's voice appeared at the gate of the palace and then stopped abruptly.

The person sitting in the hall was dressed in pure white brocade clothes, with long hair tied neatly on the top of his head. He sat with his legs crossed in the hall, shaking a folding fan in his hand. His face was exactly the same as that of the crown princess.

Lou was stunned, and Zhou, who came in later with sharp eyesight, hurriedly pulled the sister.

"I belong to the Zhou family."

"I belong to the Lou family."

"Greetings to your mother."

Yun Zhe smiled lightly: "My sisters don't need to be too polite, just sit down."

The two got up and sat down on the other side, Lou's face was surprised: "Ma'am, this...is this?"

Yun Zhe followed her gaze to look at his clothes, quickly put down his crossed legs and sat upright, and said suddenly, "It's hot, the prince found this snow silk dress for Ben Gong, it's cooler .”

He dumped the pot without guilt.

A look of disappointment flashed in Zhou's eyes. Since it was the crown prince's intention, the crown princess' disgrace did not exist anymore.

Lou's mind is small, he only feels jealous, and flatters sourly: "The prince is really caring for your empress?"

Yunzhe smiled embarrassedly, but didn't speak.

Sitting quietly, Mrs. Zhou saw clearly that the Crown Princess' attitude was just coping. Thinking of what the prince's palace maid had told her, while the two were talking, she quietly shifted her gaze to the Crown Princess's hand that was hidden in her sleeve. The fingertips were still exposed, and the bright red petals at the knuckles could be clearly seen. Zhou Shi pursed her lips and smiled lowly as she thought of something.

Outside the imperial study room, Yan Yi, who had just seen Emperor Zhuo Xu and several courtiers, had just walked out, as if he suddenly realized something, he stopped, stood under the scorching sun and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was pale. It was dark, and the pace of walking again accelerated.

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