The male god is about to wear and tear down

In the night scene of the capital, they exchanged their thoughts.

Lu Jiayi finally knew the past of this dungeon.

In the days to come, he accompanied him, slowly opened up his heart with him, and accepted his desires with him.

However, the progress bar is still stuck at 90%.

60% is to find the problem, 90% is to solve the problem.

Lu Jiayi knew that Zhou Heting's problem was "repression", but he didn't understand why he still couldn't untie the other party's knot after working hard for so long.

What is Zhou Heting still struggling with?

Lu Jiayi was puzzled.

What else is pressing on this person's heart and cannot be relieved?

The progress bar was unmoved, but on the side of favorability, the supply far exceeded the demand.

He had already saved ten lucky bags, but he didn't open any of them because his life went smoothly.

However, in this dungeon, Lu Jiayi enjoyed the leisurely life of living with others after retirement in advance.

During this period of time, Zhou Heting will still visit the Spring Yin Hall frequently.

Now that she knows how the prince is, Lu Jiayi doesn't mind this place so much.

What is certain is that the Spring Yin Pavilion is not what it seems on the surface, and it must have another purpose.

Moreover, the prince has an unknown plan.

On this day, Lu Jiayi, who was growing mushrooms on a broken leg in the house, finally removed the splint with the help of the imperial doctor.

When the bones are healed, he can recover to his original state after a period of rehabilitation accompanied by his servants.

When he finally practiced enough to be alive and kicking, as soon as Zhou Heting returned home, he would pester someone to take him out to play.

Zhou Heting has been busy these days, and brought some delicious and fun things to the princess a few times before to coax her over.

But after feeling that the things at hand were not fresh, Lu Jiayi started to make trouble again.

"Well, there is a Lantern Festival rally in the city today." Zhou Heting discussed with him, "I'll take care of the things at hand during the day, and in the evening, the rally will start. I'll take you out to play, okay?"

"Then can I not wear women's clothes?"

"of course can."

"make a deal!"

So, the prince was busy in the study all day long.

Meanwhile, the concubine excitedly rummaged through the cabinets to find out the prince's best clothes, and she would wear them herself when she went to the street in the evening.

At the beginning, the goal was to find the "best-looking" clothes. After trying on a few pieces, Lu Jiayi's goal was to find the "best-fitting" clothes.

It's not that he and Zhou Heting are so different in stature.

On campus, Lu Jiayi dresses in a youthful style, and has a well-proportioned physique.

In addition, as a school girl, he has a heavy burden of being an idol, and he will usually increase his height with a pad to support his 184cm height.

Zhou Heting usually works out, and the setting in the dungeon is also a vigorous prince.

In addition, there is no internal heightening here, Zhou Heting is half a head taller than him.

Putting it all together, the clothes are, a little bit, unfit.

The servant who accompanied him suggested, why don't you just wear the prince's youthful clothes!

When Lu Jiayi heard it, it was all right.

So a few days ago, I moved to the warehouse again, and I was busy all afternoon.

When Zhou Heting came out after finishing the official duties at hand, the princess was already ready to go, and she had been waiting outside the study for a long time.

No, it cannot be said to be the princess.

Yi'er is originally a man.

As a man, Lu Jiayi is usually wronged and stuffed under women's clothing. He is not feminine, at best he has a neutral aesthetic, and he can barely be regarded as a tall woman.

But after putting on the men's clothes, Lu Jiayi's handsome demeanor became natural.

Men in this world, there are always steady ones, some fit ones, some rough ones, and some old-fashioned ones.

There are also a few feminine and charming ones, but they are not the type that Zhou Heting appreciates.

But like the person in front of me, although he is too old and weak, he still does not let go of the innocent and transparent childishness of the youth, and does not make people bored, but makes people feel pity and envy. It is really a minority.

Yi'er was wearing the clothes he wore when he was a teenager, a bright orange-dyed white dress.

Those were the clothes that Zhou Heting's mother and concubine bought for him when he was a child. She always hoped that he would dress more lively, but he looked bitter and couldn't bear the color, so he kept it under pressure and never wore it.

But Yier can hold on.

Yi'er was born with a sunny appearance, and the clothes sprinkled with the warmest colors of early spring are even more lively and lovely.

His hair is no longer intricately braided in order to adorn jewelry as before, but is simply tied into a high ponytail, locked with a gold-plated Suzaku button, and a few small braids are put into the hair bundle, looking like a non-eating The young master of fireworks in the world.

"Does it look good?" Lu Jia thought that the other party was dumbfounded and asked quickly.

Zhou Heting nodded, "It looks good."

The prince recalled that day when Yi'er, who was wearing men's clothes for the first time, came to the Chunyin Hall to look for him, he only took one look and his heart was moved.

[Favourability: +50]

Zhou Heting touched his heart, felt the faster heartbeat, he lowered his head and smiled.

Look, he's still agitated now.

"Let's go!" Lu Jiayi took his hand and was about to go out, but was dragged back to the original place by his hand.

Although Zhou Heting was reluctant to part with it, he still put on half a mask with cloud patterns on him to cover his face.

Those big eyes blink behind the hole.

Zhou Heting watched it amusedly, and explained: "There are also masks sold at the rally. We won't be obtrusive wearing them, but it will be convenient for us to move around."

"it is good!"

Beijing Lantern Festival.

The streets and alleys are crowded with people, and there is a lot of joy everywhere.

The hot aroma wafts from the food stalls, and the evening wind blows the small windmills on the grocery stalls, sending a burst of melodious wind chimes and distant shouts along the way.

Prosperous neighborhood, prosperous scene.

Lu Jiayi liked the lively atmosphere.

This is the first time they have come out to play together.

Even from Lu Jiayi's own perspective, this was the first time they went out on the street together after dating.

The reality is too hasty, and the last life was too miserable.

This time, they were very lucky to meet such a peaceful scene in ancient times.

Lu Jiayi, who was already playful, became more aggressive now that she was active.

On the streets where people come and go, all kinds of novelty commodities and rare performances abound.

There will always be crowds of onlookers next to some weird gadgets that you don't see on weekdays, uttering awe-inspiring sounds.

These sounds attract the most attention from the curious.

That is Lu Jiayi.

Occasionally, when Zhou Heting didn't pay attention, the people around him would run away without a trace.

When he raised his eyes to look for the familiar figure on the crowded street, Lu Jiayi would happily appear in front of him holding a candied haws or a little clay figurine from the Western Regions, and show off to him.

"The ancient candied haws are just different!"

"What ancient method?"

"It's nothing, you can't understand it even if you say it."

"Then give me back the purse."

"not return!"

Zhou Heting didn't blame him either, just looked at him with a gentle smile in his eyes.

How long has it been since he himself has not been fully happy for such a simple little thing?

But Yier is pure and does not hide her likes and sorrows.

When he is sad, he has to talk; when he is happy, he has to laugh.

"Ah! Someone is breathing fire over there!"

Just as he was walking, Zhou Heting heard the man's joyful voice, knowing that he was about to run away again, so he quickly reached out to catch him.

"Ah?" Lu Jiayi was caught straight by him, and she turned her head with candied haws in her mouth, with a dazed expression on her face.

Zhou Heting held his hand tightly and stood beside him, "Take me to play with you, too?"

Lu Jia understood it, and grinned, "Hey, let's go!"

They squeezed into the tight circle of people, and saw a big dark-skinned man holding a fire stick, pouring some liquid into his mouth, and then blowing fire into the air, spewing out a burning snake.

"Huh!"

"Good guy!"

"Okay—one more!"

The fire light came into Lu Jiayi's eyes, he was startled, he didn't know what he remembered, he flinched back, and almost stepped on a person behind him.

It was a middle-aged man. Seeing the young man's good-looking face, he politely apologized when he bumped into him. He didn't intend to pursue it. He glanced down inadvertently, and saw the hand of this child and the man next to him clasped fingers...

The middle-aged man's expression changed, revealing a look of disdain.

Lu Jiayi saw it, and he lowered his eyes to see the hand he was holding with Zhou Heting.

He tightened his grip.

"Huh?" Sensing something strange, Zhou Heting turned his face and looked down at him.

Lu Jiayi stuck close to her frankly, smiling sweetly, "Let's go, let's go and see other interesting things!"

"Ah."

On the street, many couples take their children out to play. The children are very playful, and they can't walk when they see new things.

Zhou Heting also brought someone who couldn't walk, looking at the helpless couples, he really felt the same.

Lu Jiayi finds it fun where there are people, and he also finds it fun when there is no one.

Zhou Heting took him to the small bridge beside the moat, wanting to be alone with him for a while, and he could also grab the weeping willow leaves at the end of the bridge and play with them for a long time.

"Yi'er..."

Zhou Heting cleared his throat, trying to get the other party's attention.

Suddenly, cool drops of water fell, extinguishing the heat of the whole city.

There was a light rain in the sky.

"Ah! It's raining!"

"Close the stalls, find a place to hide!"

The crowd on the street dispersed, and the two of them hurriedly found a place to hide from the rain under the eaves of the deep alley.

The rain is not too heavy, but it is a bit dense. If you stand outside for a long time, your clothes will still get wet. This Lantern Festival can be regarded as a mess.

But Lu Jiayi was still in a good mood, and pulled Zhou Heting along the eaves into the alley.

I don't know which family is in the yard, but the white walls and black tiles outside are beautifully repaired.

Lu Jiayi walked close to the wall and reached a place where vines intertwined. When she saw a layer of moss growing on the bottom of the eaves, she reached out to touch it.

"Hey." Zhou Heting called him in a low voice, grabbed his hand back, put it in the palm of his hand and gently rubbed the ashes on his fingertips, "It's too dirty, don't touch everything."

Seeing his focused eyes, Lu Jiayi felt itchy, raised her head on tiptoe, and licked his lips.

Zhou Heting didn't expect to be hit like this. In the shadow of the rain eaves, his cheeks were slightly flushed, "Why?"

"Don't let me kiss you?"

"Let."

Zhou Heting suppressed his voice, lowered his head, and leaned over to kiss this man who did whatever he wanted.

Accompanied by the sound of rain, the night scene is hazy.

The sound of water diffused, as if the puddles in the market were broken by raindrops, and it seemed to come from the twin shadows intertwined under the eaves.

No one drinks, but they are all drunk.

A night of rain traps a city, and a kiss locks a couple together.

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