The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Han Jing followed Emperor Xuanzheng to worship the ancestors and did not return until evening.

"I heard from Xiaoshan that you fought with Luo Shaogong today?" Han Jing sat on the bed after a tiring day, and while letting the maid wash his feet, he looked at Wan Zixiao who was standing beside him with his hands hanging down: "This face is really wonderful! Follow father to the altar for a day, and you will cause trouble for me!"

"..." Wan Zixiao lowered her head and said nothing.

"Fortunately, my father is entering a critical period of Zen practice and Taoism recently, and I don't have time to deal with these trivial matters." Han Jing said with a heavy tone: "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you this time."

After a long silence, Han Jing continued to ask, "Why did you reject Xiao Shan's kindness?"

Wan Zixiao turned her head to look at Han Jing and said, "Is the Fourth Highness angry at me for fighting, or angry at me for sweeping your hill's face?"

Han Jing frowned slightly: "Why do you always get along with Xiao Shan? I don't even look at your current identity, what else..."

Before Han Jing could finish speaking, Wan Zixiao knelt down in front of him and said, "This slave is convicted. Mr. Xiao Shan is a talented man of the generation, and this slave is nothing more than a little servant boy. What qualifications are there to compare with him?" The son is kind, the slave is really guilty and deserves to die."

Han Jing "Boom!" Kicked over the footbasin, stood up, pointed at the dripping Wan Zixiao and said furiously, "You are trying to get angry with me! Do you think you are still..."

"I'm not! Zixiao is the servant boy of His Royal Highness, Zixiao remembers his identity!" Wan Zixiao stared at him with sparkling eyes, biting his lower lip, which made Han Jing furious.

Han Jing threw himself off the bed resentfully, and said angrily, "Since you remember, then you can go to bed tonight!"

Wan Zixiao didn't expect that her few angry words would lead to such a result, she froze in place, her eyes widened with unconcealable horror.

Han Jing turned his face to avoid Wan Zixiao's gaze, and he lifted the bedding and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing there? You go and change your clothes first so as not to wet my bed."

Pulled up forcibly by two maids in the palace, she was pushed into the hut next to Han Jing's bedroom. The process of combing and changing clothes was over, and Wan Zixiao hadn't recovered from the shock.

"It's a blessing for people like us to be able to serve the prince." The older court lady pushed Wan Zixiao's back gently: "Young Master Wan, come in!"

Wan Zixiao held on tightly to the door frame, unwilling to move a step as if her feet had taken root, even if she was prepared in her heart, when this day really came, the deepest fear in her heart still prevailed.

The older court lady winked at the eunuch behind her, and the two of them dragged Wan Zixiao forward while still not forgetting to comfort him: "Mr. Wan is a lucky person, how much is it to be favored by the prince?" Things that people never dare to think about in their lifetime..."

I don't know if the old maid's words had an effect, but Wan Zixiao was not so afraid when she saw Han Jing's bedside, she broke free from the coercion and walked over, and lifted the curtain: "Fourth Highness, Zixiao is here to serve the bed .”

In fact, His Royal Highness regretted that sentence the moment he said that sentence: on the one hand, Han Jing did not really regard Wan Zixiao as a servant boy, and he did not know how to deal with the change of status; Having recruited someone to serve the bed, I can only barely know about that.

Hearing Wan Zixiao's voice, Han Jing gave a vague "hmm".

Seeing that Han Jing didn't move, Wan Zixiao didn't know what to do next, so she could only slip away and sit at the end of the bed, blushing anxiously waiting for Han Jing's next move.

Han Jing, who was lying on the bed, was also blushing and completely at a loss. He didn't dare to move. He didn't open his mouth until he noticed that the person at his feet was trembling: "Are you...are you cold? Otherwise, lie down... ..."

Autumn night is like cold water, let alone a person who has just bathed and only wears a thin coat. Although his face is still hot, his body is trembling uncontrollably. Hearing the question, Wan Zixiao tentatively said: "Then you A little inside."

Han Jing obediently moved his body inside, leaving half of the bed free.Only then did Wan Zixiao lie down on her side, pulling the quilt over her body.

The warm mattress gradually drove away the previous coldness, Wan Zixiao just relaxed his vigilance when he heard Han Jing laughing, his breathing accelerated instantly, his nerves tensed like a full bow, and his eyes were fixed on every move of the person next to the pillow.

Han Jing laughed enough, and he felt a lot more relaxed: "Zi Xiao, I suddenly feel that our identities are reversed, do you think I look like someone who warms your bed..."

"Huh?" Wan Zixiao didn't expect Han Jing to have such an idea, he lost his mind for a moment, hesitated for a while and said, "Why don't we change it?"

"What are you thinking!" Han Jing bumped Wan Zixiao with his elbow, and laughed even more happily: "I'm getting warm here too! Or is it that Young Master Wan is picky and must sleep in a new warm place?"

There were too many changes this night, and Wan Zixiao obviously couldn't fully digest them. When she was still thinking about how to answer without losing her sense of proportion, she heard Han Jing say: "Who said that you must do something like that! I think so." It’s not bad, it’s cold, two people sleep together to keep warm!”

Wan Zixiao clenched the thin quilt tightly in her hand, her face flushed red, she couldn't find the right words for a moment, it seemed inappropriate to say anything anyway, she circled her body, pretended to be asleep and ignored him.

"Fall asleep now?" Han Jing propped himself up and poked the ribs of the person next to him: "The eyelashes are still shaking, who are you lying to?"

Wan Zixiao pulled the quilt to cover her head, moved outside again, half of her body was hanging outside the bed: "Your Highness Fourth, let's go to bed early! Mr. Tomorrow has morning classes!"

I like to watch him pretend to be calm, and Han Jing's "bad thoughts" come up all at once: "If you don't want to go, then don't go! Zixiao, what do you think you are hiding? Why don't I go over and keep you warm..."

Sensing the warm breath approaching, Wan Zixiao hurriedly hid, suddenly lost her focus and fell off the bed.

I wanted to stretch out my hand to pull him, but unexpectedly they were brought to the ground together. Han Jing pressed on Wan Zixiao's body, the intimate posture of pressing his forehead against his forehead, which made people think about it.

Compared with the first time, Han Jing looks even more handsome.With a high nose and thin lips, the resolute outline has already taken shape, especially those dark eyes, like a bottomless source pool, one step forward, and there is no way out in the future.Wan Zixiao looked at Han Jing fascinated.He should be good to himself!He was the one who pleaded for his grandfather back then, he was the one who begged Emperor Xuanzheng for a place in the upper study, and he was the one who calmed things down after making troubles.Wan Zixiao's ears started to feel hot again.No matter how many people outside say that the fourth prince is arrogant and arrogant, in his eyes, Han Jing is an irreplaceable existence!Han Kyung is great!Good enough to forgive all the nasty banter.Once the seeds of emotion meet a suitable breeding ground, they will start to grow wildly.

"That look again!" Han Jing suddenly let go, picked up the quilt, turned over and fell back on the bed.He didn't like Wan Zixiao looking at him with such obsessive and focused eyes, as if he was the only one in the whole world, he couldn't bear this kind of thought, such wholehearted dependence always made Han Jing feel guilty.

The men of the Han family can be arbitrary and domineering, and can be indifferent, but they can't feel guilty or indecisive.