What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

The prince has grown up so much, no one has ever dared to tell him "Your Highness will be my man tonight", no one is so desperate and dares to tease the little dragon's beard directly.

Shu Xingmi held the prince's wrist and did not let go. He stared at the prince with those ignorant eyes that were not familiar with the world. Seeing that the prince was silent, he lowered his head and looked at the tip of his shoe, like a man who thought he had done something wrong. But it's like a child who doesn't know what's wrong.

This expression made the crown prince feel a pain in his heart, look, what kind of force the child has been forced into!How old is he, he is only sixteen, he is just as old as a blank sheet of paper, he will definitely not be able to say such words, they are all taught by his father!

It's devastated.

The prince held Shu Xingmi's hand instead, led him to the bed, and pushed him down on the bed.

Shu Xingmi turned his back to the prince, a smile flickered on the corner of his lips, haha, prince, prince, so you are not a vegetarian, you say no, but your body is very honest.

Then, in the next second, that hand left Shu Xingmi's shoulder.

The prince didn't rush up to gobble up Shu Xingmi and do whatever he wanted, but turned around and went to the silver basin in the corner of the room, put a Buddha blue silk handkerchief into the basin, picked up the handkerchief and twisted out the excess water.

Shu Xingmi felt a chill on his back. He turned his head and saw that the crown prince was rubbing the cinnabar words "Enjoy Yourself" on his back. The technique was very gentle, as if he was smoothing the fur of a small animal. If it falls off, you have to wipe it repeatedly.

"Your Highness, I'll do it myself." Shu Xingmi was immediately flattered.

"You can't come by yourself." The prince went to wash the veil again, came over and wiped it again, and then wiped it clean. There were still reddish marks on his fair skin, but there was no longer the insulting words. handwriting.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Shu Xingmil straightened his clothes, bowed his head in salute, inadvertently, a long black hair hung down on the back of the prince's hand, it was not prickly at all, it was as soft as satin, and he raised his hand to tie the lock of hair to his ears back.

The crown prince looked at Shu Xingmi and sighed silently. It's too late for this little servant to go back now. All the palaces and courts are patrolling and they are easy to be caught and questioned by the guards. Why bother him?Besides, the emperor sent him to "serve" him. If he left the East Palace in the middle of the night, what if the emperor punished him for "not serving well"?

The prince still couldn't bear it.

"Are you literate?" He raised his eyes and asked.

"Literacy." What does he ask this for?Shu Xingmi tilted his head slightly.

"Okay," the prince sat on the edge of the bed, pointing to the books piled up like hillocks on the desk: "You choose one at will, sit down and read to Bengong until I fall asleep, and you don't have to read it after that." Sit up and sleep on the bed after washing."

The prince was afraid that Shu Xingmi would not dare to use the copper basin and handkerchief in his bedroom, so he specifically explained it.

There is a long beauty couch in the sleeping hall, the size of a single bed, it is more than enough for Shu Xingmi's figure to sleep on it, there are pillows and quilts on the couch, the prince likes to take a nap on the couch every day at noon, and now he is free When it came out, it was just for Shu Xingmi to sleep.

"Yes, Your Highness." Shu Xingmi walked to the prince's desk and began to select books.

I dressed up and lay on your bed, but you said that you wanted to listen to me study to lull you to sleep, Shu Xingmi felt bitter, the prince would never play cards according to the routine.

Shu Xingmi picked out "Shuo Yuan" No.11 volume: "Your Highness, the little one is starting to read..."

"kindness."

"...E gentleman Zixi said: I don't know the song of Yue, so Zi tried to explain it to me in Chu. So he called Yue to translate it, and Chu said it: "When is the evening tonight and what day is it today, I will be in the same boat with the prince. Being ashamed and being good, not being shamed, having a stubborn heart, you know the prince. There are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king. , lift the embroidered quilt and cover it..."

Shu Xingmi specially read the allusion of E Jun's embroidered quilt. If the prince also read it, he must understand the meaning. Zhouzi captured E Jun's heart with a love song, so that E Jun could sleep with him. Reading this story is equivalent to courting the prince, which means "Your Highness, I love you, please sleep with me".

The prince closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and said nothing.

No response?Then do it again.Shu Xingmi turned to the previous page and read the story again.

When he read it for the third time, although the prince still closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, a faint blush had already appeared on his face, and his ears were the most red, so red that the pillow would burn.

But he didn't say anything to stop him, but let Shu Xingmi read on, letting him tell the ancient and pure love story with broken sleeves over and over again.

After reading the fifth time, Shu Xingmi walked lightly to the side of the bed, knelt down and looked at the prince's handsome face carefully, felt the rhythm of his breathing, and judged whether he was asleep. , I will not read it myself, wash up and go to bed.

In fact, the prince did not fall asleep at all. The servant's voice was as clear as a spring. Listening to such a voice is really a kind of enjoyment, and it has no sleep-promoting effect at all.

Moreover, he felt that the little servant was squatting by the bed and watching him closely. He should be wearing a sachet, which had a faint orchid fragrance, and the fragrance carried his body heat and spread into the bed curtains. The prince's heartbeat It's even worse, this little servant doesn't go to sleep after finishing his studies, what is he reading here?

After a while, Shu Xingmi reckoned that the crown prince must have fallen asleep, and his breathing became much calmer. He stood up to wash up, and then squatted beside the crown prince's bed to check that he was really asleep.

The prince couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to bang bang bang against the big wall, and if the scent came over, he would have a physiological reaction...

For some reason, his body has an instinctive reaction to Shu Xingmi, as long as Shu Xingmi approaches, his heart feels like a beating drum, and something is wrong with him.

Shu Xingmi quietly approached the prince's red ear, moved his mouth, and said a wordless "Good night, Your Highness", and then stood up and went back to sleep on the couch. In fact, the carved bed and the wooden couch are not far away Just a few steps away, Shu Xingmi just lay down when he heard a long exhalation.

The crown prince breathed a sigh of relief, the little servant is probably asleep, if he doesn't sleep, I will collapse.

Just now he read the story about Jun E's embroidered quilt to me five times. Could it be that he likes me?Otherwise, why would you only read that one article and read it so many times?Or did he just stumble across the story?Could it be such a coincidence?

The prince thought about this question over and over again, making pancakes on the bed so hard that the mattress was almost mushy, and Shu Xingmi was also tossing and turning, wondering whether the prince had any interest in him, so he also pancaked on the bed.

Throughout the night, the Prince's bedroom was filled with the sound of turning over.

In the early morning of the next day, the palace people were shocked again. Shu Xingmi actually walked out of the East Palace. The evidence was overwhelming. He and the crown prince had obviously spent a wonderful and unspeakable night.

The emperor summoned the maids of the East Palace, and asked about the situation last night with a red face.

"Did you hear anything last night?" the emperor asked with a smile.

The maid recalled for a moment: "There is the sound of reading."

"..." The emperor couldn't believe what he heard.

read?Is there a mistake?Shouldn't it be Enen ah ah don't ah?The emperor vaguely remembered that when he was 17 years old, he was like a wolf and a tiger, day and day, how could the prince be so Buddhist?Is this still your own son?

"Apart from reading? Do you do anything else?" The emperor insisted on asking, unwilling to give up.

"There's nothing else."

Fall short.

In fact, the emperor can't complain that the prince is completely opposite to his temperament. The prince is so buddhist and has no obsession. He was frightened by the emperor. Determined, in the future, he must not become a person like his father, he will be a person who is indifferent and has no desires or desires.

Therefore, the prince refused to be addicted to anything. He was afraid that he would be unable to extricate himself from the endless pursuit of power and status after he ascended the throne. I wish my father a long life.

If the crown prince doesn't play tricks, the emperor will not feel delicious for breakfast.

In a blink of an eye, it was the eve of New Year's Eve. On this day, all the maids and eunuchs in the palace, as long as their families were close to the capital, had the opportunity to go home and visit relatives. Although it was only three hours, it was still very precious.

Shu Xingmi's injury has healed a lot, and his family is in the suburbs of Beijing, and he is allowed to visit relatives. He received the festival reward early in the morning, and then carefully wrapped seven taels of silver in thin red paper. There are four taels left in the pre-installation fee, and the seven taels of silver should be enough for the family to spend for a long time.

When he left the palace, he rented a donkey cart. The cold wind blew his face sorely, but his heart was as warm as a basket of freshly baked taro.

Relatives and relatives who are connected by blood are different from outsiders. Relatives can accept him and wash away all the grievances he has suffered in the palace.

I always feel that when I get home, everything is different. Shu Xingmi has been looking forward to going home when he is recovering from illness. It is such a simple hope to be able to eat the hot dumplings made by his parents and reunite with his relatives.

Half an hour later, he finally arrived at a small village on the outskirts of Beijing. Burned firecrackers and confetti were everywhere on the ground, like a field of flowers. Spring Festival couplets and door gods had been posted on the doors of every house, and the air was full of chilly New Year's Eve. taste.

He got out of the donkey cart, walked through the familiar village paths, and looked for his home. From a distance, the door of the house was ajar, and there was smoke from the kitchen. His brother was playing with the neighbor's children in the snow. They rubbed snow one after another Who can stack the ball higher.

Shu Xingmi smiled and ran a few steps to the door of the house, and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Xiao Lang, brother is back!"

As soon as Xiaolang raised his head, his eyes were clearly not friendly, but fearful and repulsive, as if it wasn't his brother who came back, but a man-eating monster.

"Haha, your rootless brother is back, I won't play with you anymore, let's go!" The neighbor's child made a face, kicked Xiaolang's Snowball Arhat over, and walked into the house up.

Xiaolang's new cotton trousers were splashed with slush, and he was about to cry. Shu Xingmi squatted down and patted the snow on his trousers, and comforted him: "Go, go back to the house, don't freeze -"

Xiao Lang twisted her body abruptly and dodged back, not letting Shu Xingmi touch him, turned her head as if she was dirty and entered the door, as if it was not the neighbor's kid who kicked the snowball, but Shu Xingmi.

He didn't even call his brother.

Shu Xingmi stood up slowly, followed her younger brother into the house, closed the door, went to the kitchen and saw her parents and younger sister, the younger sister wanted to hug her older brother, but was pulled back by her father to hug her, and the younger sister could only chew her fingers in a daze .

"Father, mother." Shu Xingmi found that the eyes of his parents were a little weird, with some sympathy, but also a little alienation, and at the same time pretending to be extremely kind, almost excitedly kind.

"Are you back?" Mother rubbed her wet hands on her clothes, smiled all over her face, and grabbed Shu Xingmi's arm: "I'm cooking porridge..."

"Did the palace reward you with any money?" Dad tugged at the corner of Shu Xingmi's clothes. This was the question he was most concerned about, so he asked it outright.

"Yes, this is a festival reward, seven taels in total." Shu Xingmi took out a warm red paper bag from his bosom, his parents took it, and happily accepted it, praising his son for his ability and lamenting his hardship.

The meal at home today is still white porridge. It’s not the day of the real Chinese New Year. How can I eat dumplings? Today, I cut out two extra pickles and put them all in Shu Xingmi’s bowl. Dried cabbage and unnamed wild vegetables that came down.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively on the surface, but in fact it was very stiff. Everyone knew that Shu Xingmi had lost the thing, and his eyes were somewhat different, and he had to try his best to suppress this kind of eyes, and be extra careful when speaking. Mother wanted to say "eat a pickle" , and was afraid that the word "root" would hurt Shu Xingmi's self-esteem, so he changed it to "just pickles".

"Quickly, scoop up another bowl of porridge for your brother..." Mother pushed a small palm.

Xiaolang sat still.

"Go!—" Mother put down her chopsticks, urging with a long tone.

"He's not my brother. When people bully me, they say I'm the eunuch's younger brother! I'm not!" Xiao Lang looked at Shu Xingmi, his eyes were like two knives, and the blades made of hatred were extremely sharp: "Are you male or female?" No girl, why do you want to come back home?"

Shu Xingmi's body, which had just been warmed up by drinking porridge, suddenly went cold.