Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin was in Murong Fei's arms. As soon as he touched Murong Fei, his whole body became hot. There were bright lights around him, and his eyes also lit up, seeing how the little Highness looked and how happy he was.

"When did His Highness come here?"

When he rushed over, Murong Fei had already caught him, and now she was also holding him, with a hint of connivance, "It's been a while."

"I was delayed by something just now, and I mistook His Highness's butterflies," Lin Sijin looked at those butterflies and took a second look, thinking that he would not admit his mistake next time.

"I went to the other side and rescued a little slave. I came here to find His Highness after he was settled."

Lin Sijin was still wearing a mask, and the two of them hugged each other like this, surrounded by guards, so they were not afraid of being recognized or discovered.

"slave?"

He was led by Murong Fei, and he replied in a low voice, "Accidentally strayed into Fangshi, he is an injured little slave, he looks miserable, I put him in the inn."

"That kind of market, don't go there alone in the future." Murong Fei was thoughtful in her eyes, and covered her expression when she met the young man's gaze.

"I know," Lin Sijin said sweetly. Is His Royal Highness worried about him? He was led forward by Murong Fei, passed through the crowd, and he stumbled behind Murong Fei.

"Where is your Highness taking me?"

Murong Fei didn't answer this question, but only rubbed his fingertips, with a sense of reassurance, they passed through the crowd and fireworks, and came to the riverside under the Bibo Bridge, not far from a huge boat.

The cool night breeze brushed against his face, and the tide of the river spread shallowly to the bottom of the stone platform. Murong Fei's eyes were like the color of precipitated ink, and she pulled him onto the boat.

"Have you heard the allusion of the Lantern Festival in Gusu?"

The boat was very delicately decorated. Lin Sijin stepped on the board of Zhulan blue waves. He was not used to it at first, and his figure was a little unstable. He dragged Murong Fei to stabilize his figure, and slowly got used to it. .

There were only a few lights on the boat, and the boat slowly moved towards the center of the lake, the stern of the boat swayed and rippled in circles.Lin Sijin watched the Bibo Bridge go away in front of him, and the crowds and fireworks on both sides also went away.

"I don't know." Lin Sijin was lying on the railing, he liked Murong Fei telling him things he hadn't heard before, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Your Highness forgot, I fell from the sky, where I can know the customs of Gusu."

Murong Fei's eyes twitched slightly when he heard the words, he asked the national teacher to deduce the fate of the young man, and the fate was not in the astrology, which meant that this person did not belong here.

His eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, but soon he was relieved, looking at the bright young man in front of him, his voice was scattered into the sky with the evening wind.

"Shangyuan Festival has the custom of setting off lanterns and fireworks. It is rumored that in ancient times, a god in the sky fell in love with a mortal woman. The woman was born blind and couldn't see. , just to illuminate the way forward for that woman."

Murong Fei had never talked much, and he was telling such lingering fairy tales, his voice was a little stiff, and the boy on the opposite side was listening to his story carefully, and the other side was always curious about what he said.

She always looked at him like this, with soft and focused eyes.

Lin Sijin was actually not moved by this kind of mythical story, but he was very interested in what Murong Fei told. He didn't know why Mu Mu told him these things. There was no one else on the boat, so he was more courageous and stuck to Murong Fei. Waiting for his next words.

"And then?" Lin Sijin had a little smile in his eyes, "Why are you telling me this, Your Highness, you want to imitate the gods and present fireworks for me? Or Fandeng."

Lin Sijin met Sheng Rufei's eyes, which seemed to have melted into a puddle of thick ink. Murong Fei's eyes reflected his figure, her fingertips touched his cheek, and her voice lowered a little.

"Didn't you ask me... Did you fool you?"

In front of the tip of Lin Sijin's nose was the breath of Murong Fei, his whole body was wrapped, his heart beat faster at this moment, he felt the corner of Murong Fei's warm lips touching the tip of his ear, with a little joy.

The voice is deep and serious.

"I just want to tell you today that I have never fooled you... I knew you were mine the first time I saw you."

Lin Sijin's face was heated up by these words, His Highness Xin Dao was a little unreasonable, he had never seen it in the past, how could he be so sure.

Although he also likes His Highness very much at a glance.

Love seems to be buried in his bones, when he sees the other person, it will become crisp and spread to the bottom of his heart, a voice tells him that this is the person he is looking for.

The moment the corners of the young man's lips touched, a bright light spread from the corners of his eyes, and huge bright fireworks ignited in the air, like countless lines of gilt gathered together at night, creating a bright and eye-catching scene.

From the boat to the river banks on both sides, a series of flower lanterns are blooming at this time, thousands of red lotus are in full bloom, reflecting the cold pool water, and also illuminating the blue waves and cold moon under the bridge.

At this moment, Lin Sijin finally understood why he wanted to tell allusions. He saw the splendid scenery, but he didn't know how long his little highness had been preparing for it. It seemed that there was a sweetness in his heart entwining him.

There was warmth from the corner of his lips, and his fingertips were slightly upward, touching the tip of the boy's ear, and it was hot as expected.

"Your Highness is so good at it, but have you told others allusions before?"

This question is not just about allusions, Murong Fei restrained him in her arms, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly lowered, she looked at him with joy in her eyes, she pondered for a moment and said, "I told a little fat mouse in my dream. "

What is the little fat mouse?Lin Sijin didn't have time to think so much, the young man in front of him suppressed the enduring possessiveness and tender joy in his eyes, the two phases didn't conflict at all when they were together, he was soon suppressed so dearly that he couldn't speak.

The riverside is vast, and the moon is high. Shou Que chased him to the bridge but he didn't follow. The other party went to the boat, where there were layers of guards guarding him.

He also saw that the young man should have rescued him by mistake, not someone sent by the He family.

His eyebrows were thick and deep, and he stared at the lotus lantern on the river for a long time, but before he touched the lotus lantern, he touched the icy lake water by the river, and the lake water soaked into the bone marrow, and the black mantras in his body seemed to be surging .

He stared blankly at his palm, then slowly withdrew his hand, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

Lin Sijin left the mansion and didn't go back until midnight. He was brought back by Feng Rugao. When Feng Rugao was looking for him, he was on the boat, and His Highness had already gone back.

Little Ice Cube inspected the whole boat, but couldn't find his object of entertainment, so he coldly led him back.

Lin Sijin was holding a lotus lantern in his arms, and there were many things that His Royal Highness bought for him. He didn't forget to bring things for Feng Rugao in the end. At this time, he was still a little guilty when he followed Feng Rugao.

But there is still more joy, a bunch of moths come out, it is not as good as the joy of seeing the one he loves, he can feel that His Highness also likes him.

Feng Rugao in front exuded a cold aura, and he was very imposing at a young age, Lin Sijin followed behind holding a lantern.

"Xiao Feng, don't be angry, I'll come out and set up a lantern, it's not what you think."

"Look at the lanterns I brought to you. The lanterns can be used to pray for blessings. I hope Xiaofeng will be happy every day. There is also a sugar figure. The sugar figure is made according to you."

Lin Sijin leaned over and showed Feng Rugao the sugar figurine, "See if it looks like you. I made it according to you. This ice face is exactly like you."

The two of them returned to the mansion, Fuheng did not return to the mansion today, it seems that he is still in the palace to discuss matters with the king.

Feng Rugao's aura was still cold, the young man beside him didn't seem to feel it, so he came over cheekily to coax him, he glanced at the sugar figurine in the young man's hand, glanced at it and then looked away.

Just sulking and not speaking.

Lin Sijin always thought that Feng Rugao was causing him to put medicine in his tea, and he didn't know there were other reasons, but he could see that this kid was stubborn and kept everything on his mind.

One day we can wait until Feng Rugao speaks on his own initiative, unless he saws off his gourd mouth.

This awkward temperament, if anyone likes Xiaobing in the future, it will be really hard.

Lin Sijin only dared to say this in his heart, and when he went back, he gave all his things to Rugao, and after coaxing him a few words, he didn't get better, so he felt annoyed and went back to sleep.

Fuheng went to the barracks again before dawn on the second day, Lin Sijin knew that he couldn't hide his small actions from Fuheng, so he left the house directly, and took some time to see the little slave.

Before leaving the mansion, he heard the guards' comments, and knew what Fu Heng was up to.

"Last night, I heard that all the people on the side of the dark alley were dead...We usually do some hidden business there, and it's fine if they are caught by someone... But they died very strangely, there were no injuries on their bodies, and only one of them was alive. None left."

Lin Sijin thought it wasn't the dark alley he strayed into last night. Fortunately, he left early, otherwise maybe he and the little slave would suffer as well.

On the way, he bought some medicine and food, and realized that someone was following him, and there was no one else except Xiaobingcube, so he went around a few times to get rid of the person, and went to the inn.

Pushing open the familiar door, seeing that the person was still lying on the bed, Lin Sijin was slightly relieved.

He looked around in the room, and there were almost no traces. It may have been lying in the room for a day.

"Does the injury still hurt today?" Lin Sijin put down the porridge, and the little slave on the bed opened his eyes. The little slave didn't answer his question, so he just checked the wound on his own.

Already a little better than the day before, Lin Sijin touched the little slave's forehead again, it was still very hot.

"Get up and eat something first." Lin Sijin noticed that the porridge from the previous day hadn't been touched at all. He went to touch the little slave's fingers, and saw tiny stitches on his fingers.

I didn't notice it the day before, but I just saw it today. This is a finger that was cut off and then sewn back together. It's rare that it can still be connected.

"your hands?"

When Lin Sijin went to touch it, he was surprised, and he didn't dare to imagine what the child had experienced before.

His heart was a little moved, Lin Sijin was easy to soften his heart, the corners of his lips were slightly straightened, and he brought the porridge over, he hated serving people the most.

Moreover, the little slave kept staring at him with those beautiful black eyes, as if he was a little curious, and he didn't know what he was curious about.

"I'll only feed you for these two days. When your hand is healed, you can eat by yourself. When your injury is healed, I won't care about you anymore."

He didn't know whether he was reminding the little slave or himself.

Lin Sijin bought sweet porridge, which smelled very sweet. He handed the porridge to the little slave's lips, but the little slave's face was wrinkled and ugly, and he didn't drink it.

"It's not hot anymore," Lin Sijin waited for a while, and understood what was going on. The kid was very defensive, and he tasted it in front of the little slave.

The little slave hesitated for a while before slowly opening his mouth to drink.

His tongue was injured, and someone cut the inside with a knife. The porridge was left cold. Lin Sijin also gave medicine to the little slave the day before. He didn't look at his tongue today, so he didn't know how the injury was.

Shou Que has never had much contact with people. The people he has come into contact with either want to harm him or torture him, and it's not that no one treats him well. Those people worship him with their own flesh and blood, and want to get his protection.

He has never drank a bowl of porridge from others.

This was the first time that the smell of porridge and the blood between his lips and teeth were mixed together. He had his tongue cut out and he sewed it on himself.

But he has never been grateful for people's temperament.

In his belief since he was a child, the human race can only bring him harm, and no one in the world will treat him well for no reason.

If there is, it must be an idiot.

The idiot saves people for no reason, but because he saves his own life, he is also to blame.

Shou Que's thoughts were gloomy, and he was planning to kill him for a while. His hair was touched suddenly, and the boy next to him was surprised.

Both of them are teenagers, and Lin Sijin is a careless ghost, he can think of what he forgot, last night he only used a cleansing technique on the little slave.

Lin Sijin squeezed out a worm from the slave's hair, and brought the worm to Shou Que to have a look.

"How long has it been since you washed your hair, it's full of bugs."

The boy pinched the bug and showed it to him, with a little curiosity in his eyes and a slight teasing tone in his tone.

For the first time in his life, Shou Que, who had never felt ashamed since he was a child, was emotionally divided. His brows and eyes were dark and gloomy, and before he could react, the young man tugged at his ears by the way.

The current Shou Que is still young, even if he has the power of the evil god, he is only a boy of sixteen or seventeen.At this time, my emotions could not be completely concealed, coupled with the incomplete and slow response of emotions, it was the first time in my life that someone said that he had worms in his hair in a non-sarcasm tone, and there were other emotions in his heart besides gloomy and violent.

The young man touched his ear with his fingertips, and said in a cheerful voice, "Your face is blushing, are you sorry? Say something to me, and I will reluctantly wash your hair for you in a while."

"All right, little slave."

The author has something to say:

Lin Mianmian: Wow, there are bugs

Shou Que: Don't bully people too much