Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

The night is getting dark. The so-called night vigil is to guard outside the hall in the front, and lay the floor in the hall in the back. On weekdays, this work is done by Chunyu. Today, it was replaced by Lin Sijin. Lin Sijin didn't stay outside the hall for long, Murong Fei called him in.

Murong Fei: "It's cold outside, you don't have to watch until midnight."

Then he added, "There are guards standing guard all the time."

Lin Sijin said "Oh", and he happily stayed beside Murong Fei. He set up a small bed next to Murong Fei's bed and made two layers of mattresses.

He took a look and saw that Murong Fei was making something, the shape looked a bit like eyeballs, Murong Fei was sticking eyelashes up one by one, I don't know what material it was made of, and the roots looked distinct.

Lin Sijin leaned over to look, and the eyeballs of Murong Fei's pinched eyes were very dark, like a mass of black bottomless thick ink.

Somewhat like Murong Fei's own eyes.

"Your Highness, are you carving your own eyes?"

Murong Fei glanced at him when he heard the words, and said "Yes", "My body is inconvenient to move, and the puppet can borrow a soul."

There are also classics on the desk, which is the technique of controlling puppet, which can give the puppet the soul and let the puppet act instead of itself.

Lin Sijin didn't expect His Royal Highness to explain to him, he was a little happy, touched the pages on the classics, there were notes made by His Royal Highness, the font was very small, densely packed on a page.

He looked at it for a while, and His Highness learned by analogy that not only could he borrow the soul, but he also analyzed the principle of borrowing the soul. In this way, he could not only lend the soul to the puppet, but after figuring out the rules of the operation of spiritual power, he could also lend the soul to the utensils.

Lin Sijin flipped through the classics, but His Highness didn't mention him, which should have meant permission, once he flipped through, it would no longer be a puppet technique, the pages of the books were different, and His Highness only glued one page to it.

In the future, it will be related to power and tactics, writing about the form of the world, and how to govern the country after three thousand generations.

"The lord should not be a family member of the world, but should continue to use his real name, spread to the people, care about the world, and aim to open up forever."

Lin Sijin looked at it for a long time, but couldn't quite figure out what it meant. Is this the long-cherished wish of His Royal Highness?

He looked at Murong Fei again, Murong Fei was concentrating on making eyeballs, very focused, and had no time to talk to him.

Murong Fei still didn't know that the excuse he wrote was misunderstood by the young man, he turned his head and found that the young man's eyes were full of little stars.

He read along, and there were small characters written by him on the page. He shirked that he didn't want to be the prince, and he was criticized in the morning.

"As the crown prince, is it very hard, Your Highness?" Lin Sijin was asking some nonsense, hard work is natural.

Murong Fei didn't raise her eyebrows: "If you say it's hard work, it's not very hard work."

He was well-clothed and well-fed, and he enjoyed all the golden jars and jades since he was a child. Compared with those poor people who can't eat and run around all day for their lives, it is naturally not hard work.

It's just that people's positions are different, and the pain they face is also completely different. Anyone who is forced to do something he doesn't want to do will not be very happy.

"That's it," Lin Sijin reflected the figure of the young man in front of him. His Highness always thinks a lot, he propped his head and asked, "Your Highness doesn't want to be the crown prince, so what do you want to do?"

Murong Fei didn't answer his question, and said after a while, "I envy General Lin very much."

Lin Fuheng?Lin Fuheng is now well-known all over the world, and he is even honored as a Fuheng Immortal Monarch. It is natural to yearn for it.

"Your Highness wants to become as powerful as him?"

Murong Fei shook her head, "Not really, he is not within the rules and regulations, he is very free."

Lin Sijin seemed to understand, but he didn't understand. He looked through the classics of His Royal Highness, and he understood a little bit, what kind of things a person should do in whatever position.

The little highness carved the eyeballs for an hour, and he stood by for an hour. After finishing the work, he looked at it, and it was exactly the same as the real one, although he couldn't tell the difference.

It seems that it was the same an hour ago, without much change.

Unable to tell that he still wanted to brag about it, he praised, "Your Highness is amazing, looks like real His Highness's eyes, very nice."

Murong Fei turned around, and along the way, he noticed that His Highness's ears were a little red.

On the second day Murong Fei had to get up early, so the two of them slept on the bed and leaned against the bed.

Lin Sijin had to wait for Sheng Rufei to fall asleep before he could sleep. He was watching Murong Fei from the side of the bed.His Highness slept very neatly, without moving at all, with his hands on his chest and his feet flat, which should be a habit formed since he was a child.

He looked at it for a while, and soon became sleepy, leaning against the bed and fell asleep.

He was supposed to be asleep, but he often had nightmares at night, and the dreams were intermittent, and he was looking for someone everywhere, but he couldn't find them.

That night, he was awakened again, with cold sweat on his forehead, and before he opened his eyes, a warm and generous palm fell on his forehead.

Those hands covered his eyes downwards, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he smelled the familiar fragrance of falling plums. Before he could say "Your Highness", a piece of warmth blocked his lips.

Lin Sijin: "!!!?"

He was not so clear-headed at first, but now his mind was blank, and he froze in place, unable to move.

As if satisfied with his obedience, Murong Fei kissed him on the lips, and then clumsily, with a little care, and a little love, kissed him little by little.

Lin Sijin was stunned, with many emotions intertwined, including surprise, disbelief, and shame.

His face was hot, his eyelashes trembled violently, Murong Fei paused for a moment, his gaze was burning, his deep voice fell to his ears, and he only said a few words.

"I dream of you often in my dreams."

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, but when the boy appeared, he felt that it must be him.

"you are mine."

Lin Sijin didn't know what he said that night. He was a little dazed. His Highness kissed him for a while and then went back to sleep. The next day was still the same as usual, as if nothing had happened.

He was the only one left wondering whether he liked the little Highness too much and had a dream.

Probably not, he touched his own lips, it was still hurting.

Chunyu passed by, and the young man was still squatting on the ground looking at the sky. It had been like this for several days, he rolled his eyes, thinking that there might be a cloud in the sky, and he almost stared at a flower.

Lin Sijin didn't worry about it for too long, and soon he had no time to worry about it. Lin Fuheng came over in person to take him back to the general's mansion.

For more than 20 years, this was the first time that Lin Fuheng set foot in the East Palace, and Murong Fei went to stop him.

"The general made an agreement with Gu a few days ago, but changed his mind today?" Murong Fei raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes were icy cold.

Lin Fuheng didn't bother to talk nonsense, so he scanned the little waste snack not far away, and lazily opened his mouth, "Little waste, tell yourself, do you want to go back with me, or continue to stay in the East Palace."

This little trash Dim Sum doesn't even wink at him, the answer is obvious whether to follow him or to follow the sick man.

Lin Sijin was nominated, and he saw that Lin Fuheng was here to find fault. He was worried that Murong Fei would send him away, so he grabbed some of Murong Fei's sleeves and hid behind Murong Fei.

"I'm with your Highness, I won't go back."

The young man was awkward, pulling the sick man's sleeve with a hint of coquettishness, and his face was still a little red.

Lin Fuheng: "?"

It's only been a few days since we last saw each other, Lin Fuheng narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his eyes around the two teenagers, and said, "Want to stay?"

Lin Sijin was a little afraid of Lin Fuheng, but not particularly afraid, as if there was a kind of trust in his bones that the other party would not hurt him.

He nodded not afraid of death, this is the East Palace, Lin Fuheng can't just snatch people away, right?

"That's not okay, Your Highness, you see that he is born exactly like me, and still can't see the relationship between the two of us?" Lin Fuheng's voice was gloomy, and he stared at Lin Sijin, obviously planning to beat him up when he returned.

Lin Sijin suddenly had a bad premonition, he never thought that there is another possibility, that is Lin Fuheng...

He is shameless!

"I went to Yaozu a few years ago. There is a kind of holy water there. Men can become pregnant after drinking it. Xiaojin was born by me at that time."

Lin Fuheng's expression didn't change, and his voice paused slightly, "I haven't seen him for a few years, but he has grown so big in the blink of an eye. I didn't remember it a few days ago, but I only remembered it these few days."

The voice fell, and the whole hall fell silent.

The servants and guards at the side, and Lin Fuheng's subordinates, "..."

May I ask if Lin Fuheng, number one in the world, is pregnant, would anyone dare to laugh at her?

Of course not, and no one would dare, not to mention that their general has a son, although their general is only 27 years old according to the years of cultivating immortals, his son looks only ten years younger at most...

But no one dared to question what the general said, even if it sounded like nonsense.

Lin Sijin was stunned, before he could react, he heard Lin Fuheng's next sentence.

"His Royal Highness has taken care of him for the past few days, and now I have to take him back."

Lin Fuheng was followed by the imperial guards, and the imperial guards only obeyed Lin Fuheng's orders, not to mention that they followed the master, but judging by the value of force, Lin Fuheng alone could overturn the entire East Palace.

Every word in the voice revealed momentum, Murong Fei never backed down, "If I don't want to, what will happen to General Lin?"

The atmosphere condensed, and Lin Sijin could see that Murong Fei was a little angry. He had already found out the situation in the palace these few days. The Gusu royal family was declining, and the king trusted Lin Fuheng very much.

But all the relatives didn't trust him, and they all believed that Lin Fuheng would rebel against him sooner or later.

He thinks it shouldn't be. According to Lin Fuheng's cultivation and temperament, if he wants to usurp the throne, why wait all the time, Lin Fuheng's ambition is not here, and he doesn't care about those rumors.

The rumors are all false, but one is true, General Lin and the Crown Prince are at odds.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Lin Sijin made up his mind, he let go of Murong Fei, "I'll go with you."

"Don't throw fire at His Highness."

What he said was straightforward, Lin Fuheng's eyes fell on him, with a slight sneer.

The elbows would be turned outward so soon, Lin Fuheng didn't give them any time to get bored, and directly took them away.

Lin Sijin only had time to say a few words, leaving behind a sentence, "Your Highness, wait for me."

There was a little bit of reluctance in the eyes, Murong Fei put some distance away from him, her brows and eyes were pressed down a little, and the emotion in the eyes could not be seen.

After leaving Nagato Palace, Lin Sijin followed him into the carriage.

Lin Fuheng had already cast a spell when he went out, except for his subordinates, Murong Fei and Little Waste Dim Sum, all the palace people would forget what he said just now.

The palace man has a bad mouth and is easy to spread. He doesn't want everyone to think that the little waste dim sum is really his son, and it will be useful in the future.

The two sat in the same carriage, one big and one small staring at each other, mainly Lin Sijin staring at Lin Fuheng.

Lin Sijin stared at Lin Fuheng, Lin Fuheng was expressionless, he remembered what Lin Fuheng said just now, the other party was shameless, what shame does he need?

So he called out tentatively, "Father?"

The subordinates outside: "..."

Lin Fuheng: "..."

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There is another chapter today, and in the next chapter, I should be able to meet Shou Que, I should.