The princess always wants to get out of the wall

Fairy!

Feng Xin stared blankly at the beautiful little prince, and her whole heart was clamoring - what is the value of a fairy?This is what is called a fairy face value!Natural to carve, 360 degrees without dead ends!

Such a fairy appearance... Even if it is straightened, it will not be a loss...

As expected of me, my eyesight is so good straight up...

Feng Xin stared at the beautiful little prince in a daze, not even noticing how wretched she was about to fall off.

But after the incident of being married last night and the incident of stealing a relative this morning, Prince Duan didn't dare to look directly at Feng Xin, so he completely missed Feng Xin's hopeless appearance.

"I'm a little worried about Aning." After a long time, Zhao Jing'an finally sighed softly.

Feng Xin came back to her senses, a little joy welled up in her heart - this was the first time that the beautiful little prince told her about his feelings when facing her.

"What?" Feng Xin raised her eyebrows.

Zhao Jing'an hesitated to speak, and after a while, he said softly again: "A-Ning is too simple. The queen mother left her in the palace, I..."

worried.

Feng Xin looked helplessly at the beautiful young prince. These two siblings were sometimes too nervous about each other.

"It's Chinese New Year, there will be no problem. Besides, Aning used to go to the palace alone to accompany the Queen Mother." Feng Xin subconsciously wanted to touch the beauty's little prince's head, but he just stole incense last night, so he did it today There is some inexplicable suspicion of taking advantage of others.

So, Feng Xin's hand was stretched out halfway, and then it was abducted abruptly.

He clearly knew that what Feng Xin said was the truth, but he couldn't help feeling restless.Zhao Jing'an bit his lip, his expression was not very good, and suddenly he said something wrong: "She is only 16 years old..."

Feng Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't control her hand any longer. She stretched out her hand and pinched the person's face: "She is 16 years old, aren't you only 16 too? Why can't she think of something you can think of?"

"How can it be the same?" Zhao Jingan blurted out, "I am her brother!"

Seal heart:"……"

Boy, you were born an hour earlier, why are you so responsible?

"You're too nervous." Feng Xin pinched his face vigorously, until the porcelain-white skin turned a little blush, and then she stopped her hands with still unsatisfied interest.

I don't know if he was shy or moved by Feng Xin's words, Zhao Jing'an didn't speak any more, just leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes lightly, like a delicate porcelain doll.

Probably tired.

Look at the dark circles under the eyes, forcibly turning the little fairy... er... the little fairy boy (?) into a national treasure.

Feng Xin, who wanted to go to the temple fair with a happy heart, became quiet when she saw the beautiful little prince who seemed to be asleep.

The beauty of the little prince has become a national treasure, and there is a high probability that she plays a role in it.

Feng Xin held her chin and stared at Zhao Jing'an for a while, and the more she looked, the more she felt that if the other party was the little prince, it would be fine if she straightened up.

She is not looking at the face.

She was not straightened.

What gender, appearance, fate...

She is obviously the one who wants to take the route of true love, okay?

Feng Xin thought happily, and instantly forgot that she was going to Mobei with Ying Pinglan.

(Ying Pinglan, who was trapped in the palace: Woman, your name is Lie!)

Feng Xin, who was about to take the route of true love, suddenly felt that she had lost her mind.

World peace, bright future.

However, Prince Duan did not have such a good psychological quality as Feng Xin, and when he returned to Prince Duan's mansion, he went to the small ancestral hall without saying a word.

It is said to be an ancestral hall, but in fact it only houses the tablets of Zhao Jingan's parents.

And this small ancestral hall is located in a corner of Duanwang Mansion, hidden in a bamboo forest, very quiet.

Also very lonely.

Feng Xin consciously followed Zhao Jing'an, and it was the first time she came to this small ancestral hall.

Zhao Jingan was restless, but he didn't stop her.

The small ancestral hall is indeed very small, clean and lingering with the smell of incense sticks.

Feng Xin's heart beat a little faster - are they meeting their parents?

Well, that has to count.

When meeting her parents for the first time, she had to behave well.

While thinking about it, Feng Xin respectfully followed Zhao Jing'an to wash his hands with clean water, and then reached out to get the incense sticks.

Zhao Jing'an, who had been absent-minded all this time, seemed to have discovered Feng Xin at this moment, and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

What is your attitude?

A scumbag who won't admit it after kissing him!

Feng Xin, who had suffered a violent blow, touched her small mouth, and said angrily, "See you, parents..."

Accidentally, the truth was spoken.

Feng Xin watched the beauty's little prince's ears slowly turning bright red, and only then did he feel alive again.

Zhao Jing'an looked away unnaturally, and after a while, he said coolly, "Aren't you still going to Mobei with Ying Pinglan?"

Feng Xin: "...uh..."

——No, listen to my explanation, isn't it that I haven't been straight before... oh no, haven't I started to take the route of true love?

Feng Xin said this in her heart, and felt that she deserved a beating.

If this is said in front of the Zhao family's parents, there is no guarantee that the old King Duan and Princess Duan will immediately appear and send lightning to strike her to death.

"No conflict." In desperation, Feng Xin blurted out.

Zhao Jing'an looked at Feng Xin without a word.

It’s over.

These words are even more striking.

Feng Xin felt that she was probably stupid—how come since straight... oh no, since she started to take the route of true love, her flirting skills... oh no, her flirting skills have plummeted?

Seal heart:"……"

Fine.

She already knew the problem.

She never flirted with Han!I don't have that experience, so I just overturned the car as a matter of course.

After comforting herself, Feng Xin soon pulled herself together, and smiled innocently and sincerely at Zhao Jingan: "I'm still a junior, I..."

For the first time, Zhao Jing'an didn't look at her smile, and didn't even give her the corner of his eye: "No."

Feng Xin: "...Huh?"

What do you mean, little prince, beauty? !

You've kissed me so much that you won't even let your parents burn incense? !

She was straightened up by him... Ah no, she took the route of true love for him... No...

Feng Xin was so angry that his brain hurt.

Then, she watched helplessly as the door of the ancestral hall closed in front of her.

Seal heart:"……"

It's New Year's Day.

Inside are the spiritual tablets of the beauty's little prince's parents.

She couldn't break into the door at such a time and place, grabbing the man's collar and questioning the scumbag.

Forget about not being allowed to offer incense in the ancestral hall. At worst, she will write a memorial tablet and go back to put it on herself.

If you are sincere, you don't need to care about these details.

……

But no matter how hard she tried to comfort herself, Feng Xin still felt overwhelming grievances.

Inside the small shrine.

Zhao Jing'an slowly knelt down on the futon in front of the coffin, his eyes were a little red.

It must have been smoked by this incense.

"Father, mother." He called softly, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, completely covering the emotions in his eyes.

"I'm a little scared." I don't know how long it took before he said such a sentence softly.

But the small ancestral hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and no parents came to comfort him.

What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid that in the future, when Aning gets married and Feng Xin leaves, how should he live in this huge Prince Duan's mansion?

The reason why he shut Feng Xin out, and didn't even let Feng Xin come in to lay a stick, was not because he was angry that she wanted to go with Ying Pinglan, but because...

Rather, he was afraid that she would burn incense with him in front of his parents' coffins, so he couldn't help but truly regard her as someone from Duan Wangfu, and never wanted to let her go, and would do everything possible to keep her.

But he...how is he qualified...

Tears moistened the corners of his eyes and slowly slid down his cheeks.

What right does he have to keep her?He didn't even dare to tell her that secret.

Tell her...I'm afraid, she will really run away...

The light slipped away from the ancestral hall inch by inch, until it was completely dark in the ancestral hall, Zhao Jing'an barely supported his numb legs, lit another stick of incense under the light of the long burning lamp in the ancestral hall, and then staggered away. Door.

"Squeak-"

"It finally came out." Feng Xin, who was leaning against the wall, let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Jing'an didn't expect that she was still outside, and he couldn't believe it for a moment: "You... have been here all this time?"

"That's right." Feng Xin took it for granted, the yellow light from the lamp at the door reflected her red cheeks from the cold wind, "Are you hungry?"

"You..." Zhao Jing'an only felt his eyes a little sour—why did he wait here?Why are you so stupid?Obviously... don't understand anything...

"What are you?" Feng Xin stomped her feet, she waited here for Zhao Jing'an all afternoon, she was numb by the wind, okay?As a result, a small stutter came out, "I thought you fell asleep inside."

Hey.

The provocative level is still not good.

This opening made me feel extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Jing'an didn't notice what she was saying, but just stared at her flushed cheeks motionlessly.

Being stared at by a beautiful woman makes it easy to be shy.

Feng Xin subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch her face which was getting hotter: "I have flowers on my face..."

A hand preceded hers and covered her face.

"...?" Feng Xin's voice was out of tune with excitement.

"Stupid." Zhao Jing'an said lightly, and then quickly moved his hand away, as if the person who made the ambiguous gesture just now was not him at all, "Let's go."

Seal heart:"……"

The beautiful little prince just touched her face? !

That upright and self-sufficient beauty little prince who wished to live a well-behaved life touched her face? !

Happiness came too suddenly, right?

Happiness is too short-lived, right?

Feng Xin was stunned for three seconds before chasing after her with limp legs - no, boy, what do you mean? !Just leave after touching it, playing hooligans? !You are responsible! ! !

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Update on Monday~

small theater.

Feng Xin: You can't touch a woman's face. If you touch it, you have to be responsible.

Zhao Jing'an: ...

Feng Xin: Otherwise, you want me to take responsibility.

Zhao Jing'an: ...

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